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living dead girl [E]
chris/drew, age difference, femdom, heel worship, latex

“Tiffany Valentine. Tiff. Bride of Chucky, you know?”
Drew-Tiff puts her makeup bits back in her bag, zipping it shut.
Chris wonders what else is hiding in there. She tilts her head
slightly patronisingly. Chris only vaguely knows what she’s talking
about, but nods sagely. “I like the…” He gestures with his glass,
mostly just managing to gesture at her tits. “All of it. It’s cool."

you hollow out my hungry eyes [E]
chris/drew, age difference, femdom, heel worship, first time

“Pick something out, Chris, anything you want and I’ll wear it.” Drew’s lounging
shirtless in the armchair in the corner of his bedroom facing the bed,
and gestures in the general direction of the cupboard and big
set of drawers across the room. “No latex I know you loved that baby,
but it's too much effort. Maybe for your birthday.”

hold you, touch you, feel you [E]
chris/drew, age difference, femdom, crossdressing, mirror sex, praise kink

‘If you’re free Saturday, come over wearing this. Have fun, Drew xx'
If Chris ignores the fact that it’s his body, the reflection in the
mirror does look quite pretty. Lovely long toned legs, the top of
his hip bones poking appealingly out the top of the shorts, the
soft flat of his stomach, the delicate curve of his collar bones
in the strappy top.

shocking stuff [E]
chris/drew/lykos1, threesome, dubcon, shock collar, puppy play

“Cute little present for you,” Drew says, words dripping faux sweet as he
takes a handful of Lykos’ hair, yanking him up, exposing his
teary face and the long soft line of his throat broken only by
the thick leather collar and black plastic box with it’s little glowing light.
He looks positively wretched already, and he’s still got five shocks
to get through. Chris’ heart soars at the possibilities; oh, a present indeed.

kill, kill, black, black leather [E]
chris/drew, restraints, first time, intercrural sex

Drew is holding up a pair of padded leather cuffs, dangling them
off a finger with his eyebrows raised expectantly. Chris
cringes inwardly. They look so incredibly fetishy by
themselves, faux leather all luridly plastic-shiny. How the
fuck is he going to explain that? “I’m going through all your
stuff, you expect me not to go through your underwear drawer?
People hide all sorts,” He gently swings the cuffs in
Chris’ direction. “Of interesting things in there.”

fuck that kid (pls don't) [E]
chris/lykos1, underage, age difference, size different, puppy play, armpit kink

“Puppy, huh?” Chris grins, delighting in having found
another nerve to strike. “Is that what your shitty
little costume is for then?” Lykos’ no is petulant and
childish, even to his own ears, and he’s already wishing
Chris would stop gripping his curls and go back to petting him.

I see you left a mark/up and down my skin [E]
chris/drew, belting, boot worship, sadism, masochism

“It’s all incredibly impolite, Drew. Did your mother not teach
you manners?” Chris runs the belt over Drew’s shoulders
in soft, barely there sweeps, his other hand cradling
Drew’s skull as he stands between his kneeling thighs.

& jesus does he wag his tail [E]
chris/lykos1, dogboys, puppy play, collars, CNC

Lykos huffs, “Are you even watching the movie?” Chris hums
again, nuzzling against his neck, behind his non-wolfy
ears, just where he knows Lykos likes. Lykos bites
off a curse and bats his hand away from his ears, turning
his face away from Chris. “C’mon I put the work in finding
this. Watch it.” He gets another indeterminate, bordering
on smug hum as Chris’ hand returns to pet over Lykos’ fluffy
blond wolfy ears.

sharp little canines [E]
chris/lykos2, height difference, size difference, small dick humiliation, bratting, armpit kink

Humiliation blooms Lykos’ gut, and he throbs with it against
Chris’ trailing teasing finger this time. His dick is
proportional, alright? He’s small, so it’s not going
to be fuck off massive. Ok, maybe it’s a little smaller
than proportional, shut uppp.

happy little masochist [E]
chris/drew, masochism, sadism, frottage, bruise-poking

Chris pokes his head up, trying to get a good look down Drew’s
back to see how his bruises have progressed in the couple
of hours their nap took up. It’s redder, darker, and
he can tell in a couple places marks are going to be sticking
around a little longer than perhaps anticipated. He feels
gleeful, like a child that’s just been handed a
lollypop as big as their face.

NEW say your prayers [E]
chris/drew, tentacles, overstimulation, altar sex, noncon

“That’s nice,” Chris says, patting his other shoulder. He says
it like how you’d say it to a child who wants a pony. That’s
nice dear. “Did you bring a sacrifice? An animal? Gold? Food?
No?” Drew shakes his head at each question, brows furrowing.
“They don’t teach you kids anything these days,” Chris breathes,
something like wonder in his voice. “I'm gonna have to take
something else then.”

triple 20 [E]
chris/drew, playfighting as foreplay, drawing on skin, messing with wounds

The target from their in-ring darts game sits fading against
Drew's skin from earlier in the day, smudged with sweat
and t-shirts. It’d been drawn on indiscriminately, Chris
had watched it happen; Drew with his hair pulled up over
one shoulder to expose himself, the pen tracing the
ridges and valleys of his skin, following the contours
of his muscles. 20, 50, 100.