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destisea · 23 days

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okay, nsfw briar below, ive had him for like 2 days

briar is pansexual, and at least while he's in pena/cony- struggles to maintain any kind of long term relationship. so he usually just has flings. not to say he cannot keep a long term relationship. guy just... works. a lot. outside of that though, he is also panromantic, if it works it works.

a switch, but definitely dom leaning. :) it's kinda hard for him to be submissive and vulnerable like that? so if he is that way with someone, man he trusts them a LOT!!! some of this is due to the fact he struggles with his vision so much. he loves to bottom but? will absolutely 100% want to take charge.

do NOT pull on or get weird with the wings. please. theyre soft and sensitive, and not in a sexy way. be gentle with those.

briar again, relies on touch, and smell a lot. smell is important to him in just about everything... yes even sex. and touching while it isn't always in a sexual way, is also just as important here. he will want to touch every inch of his partner. it's like when he feels their face to really get proper details down that he cant quite pick up when he's close. he's got very good memory, so if he spots something, some detail his vision fails to catch- he memorizes it with his hands.

relying on his other senses means he probably feels things differently, and with more intensity. stamina can really... depend. but he will usually want to go more than once in a single night... pls if he's not exhausted by the time you're finished then you're doing something wrong hgjkfhsdkdjf

i have... this whole hc on how halo/vians can... project their feelings on others. and in specific i think briar can do this during sex? if he wants. idk if he'd think to do so unless his partner asked or was okay with it tbh. but it's there, and something can be said about increasing the intensity of an experience via brain stuff.

biting? very... very very very okay. he's so into that it's hgkjshfkjg. hair pulling is really dependent on his mood, any kind of binding / ropeplay? not unless he's in an established relationship with you and trusts you.

briar is a boob & an ass man. don't ask him to pick between them.

i think all in all, he's flexible. he's willing to try out new things. doesn't care much about what's going on between your legs. if he thinks you look good he's gonna tall you. and if it clicks it clicks. but trying to get him to be submissive or open to trying something where he has less control? tough unless you've got a good level of trust. he doesn't ever really do that unless it's with a partner he's in deep with.

#𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓. / briar #nsfw.#listen i ....#coughs #ive thought abt this a lot #i could have kept going but i...#condensed it down so it isnt 975938476 words long

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lethalhoopla · 2 years

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ME2 really gives the vibe that Garrus is out here just. chugging energy drinks and thinkin’ bout Vengeance and Sniping and maybe flexibility without a single moment of rest. No time for sleep, Shepard, it can wait a minute, he’s gotta calibrate-

(cue “CALIBRATE THIS” and him promptly getting hogtied and forced into bed)

Bonus:

#mass effect #garrus vakarian #commander shepard #tali'zorah #thane krios #miranda lawson #normandy shenanigans #lethalhoopla art #Thane's about to go work out in the cargo hold so he's volunteered his warm room to force mr Tropical into Optimal Nap Warmth #Garrus WILL be hog tied do not try shepard and tali #the least sexy ropeplay #when ur turian bf won't fuckin sleep bc he's as haunted as the rest of you #we're all haunted lets get you some fruit (and a nap) - the rest of the crew #shalikarian #shakarian #(if u squint but really its just Aggressive Friendship on display lmao)

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stoopsbookstore · 6 years

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Criminal!NCT Kinks

Taeil

Taeil is a conman, so he’s very good at hiding what he doesn’t want people to see

Surprisingly not into roleplay babe I act all the time, why the fuck would I do that?

But his favorite thing is one letter away, ropeplay!

His favorite design to have the rope in is when it has the star right the breasts/chest

He doesn’t like the younger members in the house and by younger members, he literally kicks out all 17 other members

He will not have threesomes

Switch. sometimes just wants to be someone’s baby boy and dammit he’ll get it, whether it’s a sexy girl or a handsome guy

There’s a side to him that is vanilla and romantic, but that tends to be reserved for people who he has deemed worthy

Johnny

Do we really to think about his number one kind? It’s his fucking camera

Kun gave him the camera as a welcome present to kinda warm Johnny up to him Doyoung got a bunny plushie that he will not admit that he sleeps with because it’s fucking adorable and he’ll lose his “street cred”

Loves taking photos and videos of whatever girl he has in his bed right now

If he says he wants to do a photoshoot, you’re gonna be getting some good sex

Dom, but not a hard dom and not a soft dom. He’s just kinda… Dom

He needs music, or at least some noise that isn’t moans, he can’t deal with silence

Will never do actual full-on public, he’s scared to see a rival and they’ll use it as blackmail

Uses the tools/equipment only when they’re brand new

After the first victim/hostage he uses the tool for, they will not touch your body

Taeyong

Listen, I know people use this gif a lot, but it’s literally him in 3 seconds

He can go from a growly beast to cuddling up to you like a teddy bear

Him and Lucas are the same almost, Lucas leans more to only girls, doesn’t matter the weight, the gender, the height, the race, he just wants to fuck but safely

Basically if you’re not a rival, related to one or underaged, you’re fair game

He doesn’t mind sharing, but you better be moaning his name and ONLY his name. If you’re fucking him and another person or people at the same time, he doesn’t care about sir, master, daddy, mommy, all those other names, but you better only say Taeyong

Switch, depends on his mood

If he ever comes into the hangout and pulls you from anyone you’re talking to, everyone better get out of the house and Torture Line better give him the keys to the basement, because he’s fucking pissed and he needs to blow off some steam

If he comes up to you and backhugs you, everyone knows that he just wants some loving and loving he’s gonna get

Yuta

This smug bastard…

Not really to the first part, but Yuta is one of the smuggest bastards ever

Him and Winwin had a little something that they may or may not re-visit sometimes

If he wants a threesome, it’s either with Winwin or another girl they’re basically a package deal

He lives for temperature play, but his favorite thing is Wax compared to Winwin, whose favorite thing is Iceplay

He has tried to get the other members of Seduction Line, Doyoung and Jaehyun, to sit and watch because he loves the audience

They said no, because they don’t want to hear Yuta’s annoying voice get even more annoying with moans and praise

Switch. Tries to play it off as a Dom, but call him baby and he’s on whatever flat counter or comfy furniture, and he’s ready for whatever

Public is honestly one of his favorite things

Kun

Y'all saw in Soundproof, the last line where the girl was like “only for you”?

Oh yeah, He loves that shit, he only let Johnny and Doyoung in the threesome because he figured it would give him brownie points guess what? It did, Johnny and Doyoung pretty much treated him like a king for the 2 weeks after

Lets Doyoung and Johnny join sometimes, but Doyoung is too possessive for constant sharing

Lists of things he loves, but will not admit

Being called master, knife play, public teasing that “tries” to look subtle but totally not at all “come on Johnny, I accidentally put my hands on her ass. I needed to get around her.” “And up her skirt?” “Yeah? 😶”, chain/ropes, using toys, CLOTHE- wait a second

Actually he will fully admit that he fucking loves clothed sex, he loves that shit

His favorite is when you’re wearing a short skirt where he can just barely see the bottom of your ass

There was this time where Johnny it always seems to be Johnny dammit… totally not because Kun text him what’s going on sees you and Kun, fully clothed, your panties moved to the side, Kun’s pants down just enough to let his cock out, your back to his chest, just in the outside kitchen and Johnny ends up joining

He can go for hours at a time, so bring some coffee or energy drink

Loves to wake you up by oral or fingering

Loves girl on top the most, he gets all the pleasure but none of the work

One out of like 3 members who will stay and cuddle instead of just sitting in the bed watching TV or going to the guys the other 2 being Doyoung and Winwin

Doyoung

He tries to get everyone to stop calling him bunny, but it’s hard when he looks like one and fucks like one

Sometimes goes for girls, sometimes goes for guys, depends on his mood that day him and Jungwoo tried to have a thing a few years ago, but it didn’t work out. Jungwoo is too soft. Same thing with him and Sejeong.

He’s part of Torture Line, so he LOVES using the tools at his disposal

Is fear a kink? Because he loves making you feel scared and horny. Doyoung thrives off that shit

Dom. Dom. Dom. Dom. Dom.

Knifeplay, gunplay, bloodplay, he’s a nicer version of the Joker

Actually, he loves to think of himself like the Joker and you’re his little Harley Quinn but you know minus the abuse and horrible shit

His three favorite places are The rooftop of the hangout, the basement and the bay window in his room that faces the street

While Johnny doesn’t use the tools after they’ve been “used”, Doyoung’s all for it

Fucking loves thinking back to the memories of the time

Might even fuck you right after a time, all covered in the mud and blood but he makes sure he’s clean in the areas needed to be nope not might, he will fuck you after a day goes through

He really is a fucking bunny, in looks and stamina 🐰

Loves to cuddle afterwards. His favorite thing to do then is to draw on you, whether it’s his finger, paintbrush or sharpie

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lunarfae714 · 7 years

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scandinavian meltdowns

June.

water falls water falls i am water falling calling my veins collect-called the Mouth of it all. She swallows you in one gulp, drops you at the bus station of the belly of the Source, er, Socrerer... so sore i am mostly water so many trees diseased so many holes in the earth to burrow into im more at home alone in a cemetery than in the concrete ratmaze. two dead stars collided this week like ghosts making Love accidentally. genitalia creation station their bus stop in the sky. they made a black hole baby. now there's a black hole hole, tell. i want to lay my head at the black hole hotel tonight & see what Happens. *** 6.29 love and laundry. clowning. the wheel keeps going & going & going as strong as ever what does it mean to mean what does it mean to surrender under ender ether whether or not i am filled with kindness for me for you when i am filled i can give some away of my insides they taste like marmalade a marmalade grenade i am in love with the Sun with living~truly Living with tongue in the mouth in your mouth undressing your mask of fear for fear is really just an ear with a big F before. like the rest of us~ were all just here cause the big F before us. ** someone today said i am always so happy they haven't seen the other half.

***

Autumn Longings.

lingonberries & mushrooms & stone walls & cellars. A corner of my heart dozes in Appalachia, Cakalacky & yearns to wake up. A corner of my heart is fully awake with sweet honey of rawplay. Got a suitcase of the feels~feels for adventures & movement,

a longing & Thirst for newness of

mountains & waters,because not full within? greater, more, expansion. (Process the madness.)

To return to the Wild West shotgun backwoods country,

soak my skin in sulphur springs,

make the autumnal pilgrimage to mama Shasta,

allow my bare feet to dance with the mud of new trails,

let my fingers dance along instruments & my voice meet the duet of my traveling comrade

pilgrimage to proper bluegrass & jam bands,

mending the heart, through the ears, through the body

Travel with thumb or van, cook fancy & foraged meals over fires,

never sure where to rest the head, but always finding a place a dance of sitting & movement.

Mouth full of new moon,

shine Head full of berries, & whine

Heart full of longing

Eyes full of rainsong

My heart to yearns for Appalachia,

frog lullabies

folk & fae

wise women & the north-flowing river

waterfalls greater than mine,

rhododendron like taurists

dreaming,

dream

dream carry me to the pictures in my head

let my tongue taste it all.

A movement and thirst within

when the peace & complete stillness inside wants to dance around

The longing remains. letting the voice inside

My head travel too

they always tell me You Are not alone

Yet I don't see anyone around

except the eyes of jaguar

When I close mine.

Alone not lonely not alone not lonely.

I paint pretty pictures in the head environmental junky

romantic sizing story

like the time I bloodlet on top of a hidden pyramid,

full moon in Cancer, winter Solstice

made Love with a man with paws on his arms

Lies from his mouth

married semen & moonblood

Like a cocktail,Stirred,

just for the ritual

it seemed important to Let winter inside me in

The heat of the Mayan jungle

while a symphony of howler monkeys

they also howl just because.

The more I fall in lovewith a place

Person, plant, or mineral,& walk away,

The more the space IN betweenUsThe nostalgia

Becomes sweet on the tongue

something sexy about Impermanace

you can't hold onto, eye

question authenticity.

when you don't stay with something long enough does it stay dreamy? or does the dream get better bigger change beautiful choking growing glowing,

does it even matter at all?

what speaks louder, the mind or the belly?

Grateful for the playground

Of dust & wood

Dance & veggies

Wheelbarrows & hedgehogs

Pranks & exploring

Fires & silly songs

Elderflower & berries

Mushrooms & ropeplay

Mazes & firewalk

Sweet playground of anything & everything & nothing at all.

The feels.

***

Boston Mourning, 10.20.

Eye sit with blue ink & bamboo in warm Sun my spirit has longed for~ in a town of concrete, concrete painted Red with revolution. what Revolves?

eye feel the beating heart of Chinatown, eye feel vitality behind all feet dancing along the earth revolution orchestra.

Red hat woman behind me paints human eyes on rainbow wall, so many eyes, many recycled stories unseen. sitting with sadness & suffering Trusting it makes us us, makes us whole, makes us revolve as our skins wear & take off the clothes of our own cycles.

perfect symmetree leaf dances down my head now as an offering, neon yellow, as it falls.

***

raspberry turnover days, flakiness in my decisions, sweet and bitter in the heart. nothing is too great to be forgiven.

how do you observe the stories that seep from your mind & your month, & soak in the dirt beneath your soles?

***

Sailing.

after a night & wave of Low's lows, with a mind trapped in dark hallways, & an arrow in the sternum, eye rode with thighs coiled around cold metal bars on the bow. Not stuck~still~riding the waves, one with water, the soft marriage of wind & water, mind & feeling, like cycles of fizz. A load in motion, a wonder, to feel the feels & not get swept away in the washing machine of the soul: thank you, Father air for your breath like frigid hands that slap my face, hold my watery ways. We dance together in solid nothings. Low's lows paint my six sailing swords.

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September Mushrooms.

smoke & mist & barns & things. when the fog lifts & Father Sky blows morning cheekkisses of cool air, the mycelium surfaces from the dirt of everything. the soiled soil of all avoided~the sweetness & the sickness, the sour, arises after tears to lick or not lick ? we bring to the surface mindless habits ooze from the ground ing & we jumped out windows this week at least the late summer sunflowers stand tall to kiss the moon goodnight, the moon tonight that moves from mercurys mind to watery river, moving water. We stand in the river because all is changing & we choose where we stand in the impermanence we can stay grounded, standing among mycelium guides

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Summer Soulstice. at the time when the sun never set soul-stice the sun moved to cancer the water rises from the dirt sunshine eyes move from i think to i feel. a lover left today & the sun never stopped shining. lion day yamyub with colorful strangers sounds like a lunch special curiosity dances with play i walked to the bare rocks word vomit amid long walks~ not much sleeping these days, daydreams strong along new paths, new waters. midsummer is coming-- in the night sun we roll giant rusty wheel across the field to the pole it strikes rhubarb patches & yurts. bowling. draw the medicine wheel in everything, & remember the words of your grandmother from the north, where father Wind blows coldness into people. magic spells, casual my dad, jar jar binks & i heat the boiler run in circles round the berriesclimb up & down ladders to make board games real. pee in each others mouths for kicks make up stories that make us laugh in ways i haven't. not holding back nice to practice screaming & touching in silly ways.watch dad & his many lovers watch dad as everyone asks him to fix things. falling into dream in an old army tent like a hut set the canvas on fire one nightdad was too busy fixing other peoples’ things.reindeer fur burning strong.dad has more trinkets than ill know. falling into dream together because i wanted to watch the fire dance before i dreamt. in a playground of exploration emotion acceptance release scream, cry, lick, fuck, be, see every living thing as a reflection a microcosm embrace the impermance the challenge to remain stable within. **

august

still in Scandinavia, aching for Father Sun's hot kiss on the skin, feeling wavy-er then ever, riding waves like climbing mountains, honoring heart openings & embracing shenanigans. doing the vegetable dance for life.

PLAYground..

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late June’s dreamy, cotton candy skies the eves, during the hour or so of darkness.

✨ Wild wind gods speak in the night, hot sun in the day finally, sporadic rainfall before hundreds of toes dance onto this space for a new festival. trash has been painted, repurposed gifts for Spirit, sweat has danced down my skin where ticks furrow, fiery logs have fallen from stoves awake from dreaming, love created in the medicine wheel of trees around the hammock, dice has been rolled, all my walls of belief~framework has been tumbling into chaos as bodies move with the wind of the moment.

mmmm the mouth is full of words like candy, songs as my roots open up, and mind full of visions that lead the way.

***

strawberry moon

June Moon of strawberries & primary colors freckled seeds, freckled skins freckles are stars on the body grab some ink & use my elbow, play some constellation tic-tac-toe. gentle moon sensual moon warm blood ripe fruit tall grass fast tongues.. June Moon full, the traveling philosopher whispers to me do. do. do. do. do. do. before the mind speaks first. *** Summer

scatter weather

changes each moment

leaves in my yoni

after a forest runereading

lets check folks’ bellybuttons

use that as currency

we grew from the bellybutton

is it our center?

law contract with Great Spirit;

we choose what we handle

we choose the Screenplay.

fire tending;

build up lincoln logs

iron rods on throats

bare your sole

kiss the embers

burn a fear or two.

whisper of the ways

the tradition of the Sun & the Moon

or, dark magic, the

circles on my palms

foresee great possibility.

organized virgo

yurt with a carpet

carpet on the grass

a ceiling of ropes

for getting choked, or

tied into a cobweb

prey for a monstrous spider,

on the rock of moss & ticks.

tonight,

start a fire

sang some songs

made some Love

dreamed some dreams.

dust in the mouth

dust in the eyes,

happy as ever.

we all want more Love.

the hedgehog comes in dreams

and in waking

under the bed

to tell us

silently

to take off our armor.

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Late October Departure.. Reflections. Mirror Pond.

grateful for space for watery reflection~to move through feelings as scorpion piches us strong…there's a hue of heaviness across manialand now, with the storms & schemes, with One face calling the shots, amid the social/environmental raping so far from the natural, defining counteracting goodness & personal, local actions of earthwalking warriors to focus on.. Together honoring, protecting the Great Mother…

the last half year moved so quickly because time isn't linear & i felt so held in the space i was in witnessing & the laundry cycles that make me me. connected to YOU-expressions of the same PIZZA !!!!!

eyes with new vision:: towards the great mysteries they are SO FUNNY i want to roll around in dirt and rub it deep into the untouched corners my body . get ground-ed in the dirt of everything use my pain as natural gasoline to fill the vehicle of me & keep the traveler's wheels turning from the ground up to purple cosmos lets marry material & unseen, squares & triangles merge into WHEELS no right no wrong no judgment all paths roadmaps to appreciation station can we remain rooted among change or explode a little all is okay!

thank you, we cannot do this alone. paths of Love realizing the vision.There are so many ways we can live, more options available then we could ever dream

up.what do you dream UP?

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May Medicine

the Wheel spins, all is changing each moment, expanding, contracting, being. All a process.

Everything comes from no-thing & to no-thing shall return. everything inside of us comes from the earth.

the four Great Paths~Wisdom & spirit in the North, Love & innocence in the South, Introspection in the West, Illumination in the East.

if the thunder don't get you then the lightning will. Walk in love. How can we change the lens of our situation to one of love?

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Beltane Blessing.

the midpoint between spring & summer, when Father Sun & Mama Gaia light the fires of their passion on this wet & ready, windblown & wonderful Earth.

The rains cleansed our watery souls, the wind has swept away clutter in our minds so we're open & honest to our truths, ((honoring our unique creativity that lifts the universal body)), the Sun starts the fire & passion our bodies deeply know but minds often forget, & the Earth lets us ground~ barefeet become roots in the mud of everything.

Mmmm, go out & see the messages of Spring. What is fertile & alive? Make love in the forest. Tap in to the wisdom of the faeries around you. Speak sweetly to the plants in bloom, medicine to your spirit. Plant flowers & build a fire, let go & breathe in.

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you are perfect as you are we are not raised to believe this we are not raised as we were when we slept & spent each moment with the earth We can rekindle The love affair if we care 🍂 You are perfect

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these last are rupi kaur’s words:

do you have any idea how much of a miracle you are. how lovely it's been. and how lovely it will always be. i am kneeling before you. saying thank you. i am sending my love to your eyes. may they always see good in people. and may you always practice kindness. may we see each other as one. may we be nothing short of in love with everything the universe has to offer. and may we always stay grounded. rooted. our feet planted firmly onto the earth.

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