Property of Eden

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Hi! Wellcome to my blog! Below I will introduce myself and discuss my boundaries. You can find my masterlist at the bottom of this post.

Introduction —

Please call me Mal!

Any pronouns will suffice.

I’m genderqueer, agenderflux, and bi-electio aroace.

I’m currently writing for hazbin hotel, degrees of lewdity, and slashers.

My blog contains immensely dark, nsfw themes; all works tagged appropriately. Please exercise your right to block my page if my content makes you uncomfortable. I am not accountable for your comfort nor will I entertain hostility.

Boundaries —

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT; MDNI

Please state your age in your bio before interacting! You will be blocked if otherwise. If you aren’t comfortable stating your precise age, please at least somehow indicate that you are old enough to interact with adult content. That being said, I have neither the time nor energy to confirm the age of every blog that interacts.

Below are my kink request guidelines. If your kink is listed under the “not happening” or “may consider” section, it’s not because I care what content you consume, rather because I either have no desire to interact with it or I am simply not confident writing for it. Assume all unmentioned kinks are on the table until otherwise specified.

Content I strictly will not write for:

age play

age/animal regression

beastiality/zoophilia

chasity

cuckholding/cheating

diapering

eproctophilia

scat

underaged characters

vore

Content I may consider writing for on a case by case basis:

a/b/o dynamics

cannibalism

emetophilia

foot play/worship

force feeding

forced feminization/sissification

incest

lactation

moresome/orgy

mutilation/gore/guro

necrophilia

pet play

psuedo-incest

tentacles

tickling

watersports

Content I will happily write for:

age difference

breeding/impregnation

dacryphilia

dubcon

knife play

manhandling

noncon

omorashi

overstimulation/forced orgasm

period play/blood play

play fighting/wrestling

praise

purity kink/deflowering

sadomasochism

size difference

somnophilia

sounding

stuckage

teratophilia

threesome/foursome

voice kink

yandere

Masterlist —

🔞: nsfw

🧷: sfw/mostly sfw

🔞/🧷 : both

Degrees of Lewdity Masterlist

Baki the Grappeler

Kiyosumi Katou period headcanons [🔞/🧷]

“Titfucking” — 2023 kinktober day 2 with Baki Hanma. [🔞]

“Teratophilia” — 2023 kinktober day 4 with naga!Katsumi Orochi. [🔞]

Hazbin Hotel

Yandere Vox headcanons [🧷]

Yandere Valentino headcanons [🔞]

Yandere Valentino/reader/Angel Dust [🔞]

Yandere Alastor headcanons [🔞]

Yandere Adam headcanons [🧷]

Yandere Charlie headcanons 🧷]

“Safe and sound” — yandere!Charlie/reader [🧷]

Slashers

“Misunderstanding” — yandere!Rusty Nail x reader [🔞]

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thank you for being a dol fan that doesn’t want to fuck little kids it was so relieving reading ur dni thing

The bar is so low, Lucifer could limbo dance against Alastor with it 😭

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Disturbing Vices

Synopsis: Some vices are too graphic for even the average DOL resident to consume. Of course, Harper, Morgan, Quinn, and Remy aren’t your average resident.

Contains: gn!reader, gn!characters, amputation, cannibalism,death, gore, manipulation, necrophilia, noncon

A/N: I wish the game explored more disturbing themes, but alas. This isn’t our usual program. I don’t go too terribly into detail, but proceed with caution nonetheless.

Harper:

Amputation. Strong preference for symmetrical above the knee amputations that leave a stump. You’re so helpless, dependent on them for everything. They preform the surgery themself, of course. Counseling you post-operation is another delight; they so love convincing you it was your sick, twisted desire to be dependent and defenseless; a living fucktoy. You’re so much more cooperative afterwards, especially knowing they could take your arms at any moment.

Morgan:

Necrophilia. You didn’t think you were the only one to visit the sewers, did you? These grime infested tunnels are brimming with danger, so it should come as no surprise that the few living visitors so often become permanent residents. Morgan flickers between clarity and delusion, yet their violent nature never wanes. Regardless of the state of the corpse or how their demise came to be, they’re hardly affected by the grotesque. If they’re not dead to begin with, they certainly won’t be alive for much longer with Morgan hot on their trail.

Quinn:

Gore. They visit gore streams, donating obscene amounts of money to have the victim of the evening spliced and fucked whichever way they desire. For an extreme sadist who craves control, holding somebody’s life in your hands is the ultimate control fantasy. You should consider yourself lucky to be under Bailey’s care. Best head your caretaker’s warnings and keep clear.

Remy:

Cannibalism. Cattle who repeatedly fall short of quota must be made use of somehow. Why waste valuable resources and assets when there are plenty of sick fucks out there eager to sink their teeth into taboo? Don’t misunderstand though; they’ve no interest to partake in such a disgusting vice themself. Don’t lump them in with the likes of Quinn or Harper, now. As long as you’re obedient and productive, you have no reason to worry.

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id like to say thank you for your amazing dol fics (T_T) it fed my hungry soul today 🙌

Apologies for such a delayed response, but thank you so much! I’m glad my ramblings have been so well received. I can’t believe it’s been over two years since I first began posting my lewd thoughts.

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How would dol characters react to pc riding them like crazy (pent up mostly) begging the npc/love interests to cum inside them

Riding Eden, Kylar, and Harper

Contains: gn!reader, drugging, hypnotism, noncon, brief mention of pregnancy, all gender neutral characters, Kylar and Harper have a vaguely implied phallic device for you to ride while Eden is the only one explicitly described as having a functioning penis

A/N: Haven’t checked my inbox in some time, so apologies. My dad went to jail, I moved in with some friends, and I finally found myself an adorable partner of my own. Anyway, here’s your biannual subscription of depravity 🫡

Eden

This motherfucker is as smug as can be. You’re riding them with such fervor, eyes scrunched tight in concentration, so desperate for their cum that you’re actually tearing up. They won’t help you just yet, though. After running off and missing curfew, you’ll have to earn the right to be filled. They’ve half a mind to pull you off right as they reach that precipice and spill across your bodies instead of giving you what you want. They won’t, though. Eden is just as pent up and desperate as yourself.

Your hips pause for just a moment, taking that time to peer and to match eden’s gaze, their eyes lidded with hunger and possessiveness. You can’t seem to stop the words that tumble out from your mouth next.

“Put a baby in me.”

You know just how to press their buttons to get what you want. Don’t worry, regardless of your anatomy, Eden will find a way to fulfill that desire. At the very least, once they’re through, those legs won’t be able to run off anymore.

Kylar

Kylar is in absolute bliss. With every bounce, Kylar sinks deeper into ecstasy. Why didn’t they slip aphrodisiac into your drink sooner? If only this moment could carry on forever.

Heat fills your core, so intense you fear you’ll never be able to extinguish it. Your legs ache, but that burning desire compells you to keep pace. Your head is so fuzzy and you don’t quite know how things progressed to this point, but what you do know is just how badly you need to wring this bastard dry.

Nothing could shake Kylar from this bliss they’re in, overstimulation be damned.

Your hips stutter at the chime of your phone, lustful haze lifting just enough to register how much time has passed. Clammy hands snatch your hips before you can try to lift yourself off. Below you, tears well in your stalker’s eyes as they grind desperately up into you.

“No! Don’t stop! Please! Keep going!”

Well, you’ve already come this far, haven’t you? You’ll worry about the consequences later.

Harper

Perhaps hypnotizing you to willingly ride them was a mistake. Despite their best efforts, they just can’t seem to snap you out of it. And since when have you been this strong? Effortlessly keeping them pinned securely in their office chair as you fuck yourselves on them.

Your body moves on it’s own accord, hips bouncing rhythmically to a tune that only you can hear. Skin hot to the touch, you shake with arousal, that cord of pleasure pulled taut, yet a little voice hums in the back of your mind, never letting you slow for a moment.

Harper groans beneath you, as overstimulated as yourself. Their thighs are soaked with your combined fluids, the sounds of bare skin and breathless moans resounding through their office.

Yet, they find their mind sinking deeper into bliss. The way your skins glistens, midday sun shining through the curtains and enveloping you in a blinding halo of light. Your entire being saturates their senses, drawing them deeper into a pleasurable trance of their own.

They can only hope your body will simply collapse from exhaustion soon. It won’t be too long before they lose themself to this hypnotic pleasure too.

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*gets on knees and folds hands*

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE

Give me Mason, Briar, and Darryl headcanons.

(I love them so much)

Thank you and goodnight!

Dominating Briar, Mason, and Darryl

Synopsis: Briar makes the mistake of leaving his wine unattended, Mason regrets relinquishing control, and Darryl is woefully overstimulated.

Contains: gn!reader, all characters are gender neutral (briar and darryl have a penis but genitals are otherwise ambiguous), bondage, dacryphilia, dom reader, drugging, dubcon, gagging, noncon, oral, overstimulation, somnophilia, toy usage

Words: 1,282

A/N: Shamefully late! Apologies!

The desire to force immeasurable pleasure on reluctant participants is strong. Briar would do as much without guilt, Mason simply grinds my gears, and Darryl is just too irresistible for his own good.

As you’ll soon see, I don’t particularly care for Mason. Despite my best efforts, his section is noticeably shorter than the rest. Sorry!

Briar

Against all odds, you’d successfully managed to subdue them, having laced their Malbec with a sleeping agent you pilfered from the school’s medicine cabinet. You’d initially only done so to fulfill Mickey’s request, but as you watched their chest rise and fall, sprawled helplessly against the office sofa, insidious thoughts began to creep in. Such an accomplishment was worth celebrating, wasn't it?

Before reason could shake your resolve, you’d already begun deftly securing their limbs with the restraints you kept on your person for such occasions. As you work, the warmth of their skin any hesitation from your mind.

This isn't your first time, not by a long shot, so you know they'll be out for at least a few hours. Still, playing cautiously is how you've escaped detection thus far, so you gag and blindfold them for good measure.

Body thrumming with anticipation, you step back to admire your work. The contrast between the brightly colored rope against their skin is tantalizing.

Wasting no time, you settle on their lap, eager to take advantage of their unconscious form. You’ve had ample opportunities to admire their chest, which is so often exposed like an invitation. Unfortunately for them, you are not so impolite as to refuse such an enticing provocation. Though you're not so naive as to believe their choice of clothing excuses your actions in any way, you can't imagine you'd have been so quick to give in to your desire if they hadn't so lewdly displayed themself. They should have known better than to leave their wine unattended for any length of time. Such negligence is inexcusable in this town, as you’re well aware.

Leaning down to test the waters, you blow cool air across their chest, watching with fascination as their nipples begin to rise. Pressing your tongue against one, you lightly thumb and pinch the other, all the while grinding against their lap. As your tongue works, they let out a low groan every now and then, mentally logging what gets the most reaction.

Content they’ll not wake, you pull away, their chest glistening with your saliva. You stand briefly to peel away your bottoms, arousal having soaked your undergarments clear through, then unbutton and unzip their pants, pulling them down just enough to comfortably pull out their erection. Their cock is pretty, drool-worthy even, especially glistening with pre. Fuck, you were going to jump to the main course, but you just have to have a taste now.

You slide away and nestle between their legs. Your hand has a mind of its own and starts pumping their shaft right away, urging it to full mast while their eyebrows twitch with pleasure. Once so, you shift your hand down to the base to make room, then immediately wrap your lips around the tip, your tongue swishing circles around their slit. A satisfied groan rumbles through your throat, mixing with their soft moans. The saltiness and slight bitterness of the flavor are divine, your tongue coated with a perfectly creamy consistency. Such a perfect cock, you can’t stop yourself from sinking deep. No need for your hand as you thought you might; your throat easily accommodates their girth. They’re by no means small, nor average even, but you’ve plenty of practice. You always end up losing composure once you get a taste, so desperate and cockdrunk that you end up choking yourself by accident.

By now, your throat is well accustomed to the abuse, so you hardly gag as you bob along their length. The room echoes with lewd sounds; your pleased moans and their muffled whimpers leave you dripping all over the floor. As they draw near to climax, thighs shuddering against your hands, you sink to the base and pause, unwilling to let them finish just yet. There’s plenty of time to spare, and you’re not yet satisfied, so you simply keep then warm in your throat, uncaring that you can hardly breathe.

You’ll leave them spent, that’s for sure. Well, maybe they ought to have buttoned up.

Mason

Somehow, you managed to convince them to let you tie them to the bedpost. Regret pools in their guts as you pull out all manner of intimidating toys and tools, some of which they can’t even begin to assume the purpose of and others they really, really do not want to know what they do at all.

As they go to object, no longer feeling safe with their hands and legs immobilized, you pointedly ignore their protests, instead opting to pull out a ball gag.

After all the convincing, mostly in the form of head, it took to get them so helpless and alone, you have no intentions of letting them go so soon.

Rather, you stuff the ball gag in their mouth and ponder what you’ll do to them first. By the end, they won’t even be able to think, let alone be mad.

Darryl

Vibrant ropes decorate their lovely skin, fastening them to the bed. Adorned with a matching set of bullet vibes secured to their chest and a plug thrusting along their walls and vibrating in tandem with the bullets. They can only whimper and cry as you glide another vibe along their shaft, hips shifting against the binds as if they can’t decide whether it’s too much or not enough.

A knock on the door echoes, causing you both to stop and pause. They wonder if you’ll ignore it or wrap things up, unable to decide which they’d prefer, but you subvert either expectation by grabbing more tape and quickly attaching the vibe to their tip, calling out to the hall that you’ll be just a minute. You assure them that you’ll only be gone just a minute. Stuffing a ball gag in their mouth, you turn up the vibrations on each toy before rushing to greet whoever is at the door, shutting the bedroom door behind you and leaving a poor sobbing Darryl. Their pleas are muffled by the gag, but you can’t imagine they’d be all that coherent even if they could speak.

You’re gone for an unexpectedly long while—a little over an hour—having gotten caught up in a winding chat. By the time you get back to them, they’re practically convulsing, jerking against the binds with fervor. Tears stream down their face, and cum coats their thighs, making them look so pitiful—the way you like them most. You coo at them, apologizing for leaving them unattended for so long, before turning off the toys and pulling out the gag with a wet pop. Gasping for breath, the aftershocks of prolonged stimulation continue to wreck their body, only able to produce vague noises of appreciation. As their breath settles, you steal a kiss before lowering your gaze to admire their visibly abused cock, red and swollen, practically tantalizing you for more. Just as they go to speak, you end the momentary relief by wrapping your lips around their poor, overstimulated cock.

They shakes their head violently, hair sticking to their forehead while choking on tiny hics and begging you to stop. You find you can’t blame them. You really should give them a break, but they just look so damn cute as they’re breaking. If you could keep them this way forever? You would. You assure them it’ll only be a while longer; that rude fellow at the door kept you from them, so let you make it up, alright? They can take it, can’t they? Well, it was a rhetorical question—they will take it.

And if it ends up being another couple of hours before then? Who can blame you for getting lost in their taste and sounds?

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An Assemblage of Lewdities

(AKA: Mal’s DOL Masterlist)

🔞 nsfw

🧷 primarily sfw (possible suggestive innuendos and references)

Love Interests —

“too little, too late” pt. 1 🧷

↳ how the love-interests react to your suicide (gn!reader, male!love-interests)

“pubic preferences” 🔞

↳ the general attitude each male love-interest has towards pubic hair (gn!afab!reader, male!love-interests)

“bloody pussy” 🔞

↳ the general attitude each male love interest has towards period sex (gn!afab!reader, male!love-interests)

Alex

“that cute guy is kissing me!” 🧷

↳ the reader is intoxicated, doesn’t recognize their partner, and says something along the lines of the post title (gn!reader, male!alex)

Avery

Black Wolf

Eden

“that cute guy is kissing me!” 🧷

↳ the reader is intoxicated, doesn’t recognize their partner, and says something along the lines of the post title (gn!reader, male eden)

Great Hawk

Kylar

kinktober (2024) day 1: pegging 🔞

↳ kylar and you try out the new strap-on he picked out; aka kylar being a slut for painal and degredation (gn!afab!reader, male!kylar)

Robin

“robin’s shocking discovery” 🔞

↳ robin discovers the porn you drew of him (gn!reader, male!robin)

Corrupt!Sydney

Pure!Sydney

Whitney

Remaining NNPCs —

Bailey

“too little, too late” pt 2 🧷

↳ bailey’s reaction to your suicide (gn!reader, male!bailey)

“that cute guy is kissing me!” 🧷

↳ the reader is intoxicated, doesn’t recognize their partner, and says something along the lines of the post title (gn!reader, male!bailey)

“your body was always mine” 🔞

↳ you owe Bailey, but are short on cash, so he takes your virginity as payment (gn!afab!reader, male!bailey)

Briar

random thoughts of briar 🔞 (gn!reader, male!briar)

Charlie

Darryl

“darryl’s dismay” 🧷

↳ darryl is forced to reckon with the fact that the figure still haunting his nightmares now haunts your reality (gn!reader, male!darryl)

Doren

Gwlyan

Harper

Jordan

Landry

Leighton

“leighton’s delight” 🧷

↳ leighton stumbles across your journal full of dirty thoughts featuring him (gn!reader, male!leighton)

Mickey

Morgan

Niki

Remy

“remy’s runt” 🔞

↳ yandere!remy becomes infatuated with his littlest, most obedient cow/bull (gn!reader, gn!remy)

River

Quinn

Sam

Sirris

“unprofessionalism” 🔞

↳ your collar inspires unprofessional thoughts in winter and sirris (gn!reader, male!sirris)

“favoritism: sirris” 🔞

↳ a yandere!sirris takes advantage of your visit to his house (gn!reader, male!sirris)

Winter

“unprofessionalism” 🔞

↳ your collar inspires unprofessional thoughts in winter and sirris (gn!reader, male!winter)

Wren

Zephyr

Persistent NPCs—

Anxious Guard

Methodical Guard

Relaxed Guard

Veteran Guard

Scarred Inmate

Ivory Wraith

Night Monster

Office Manager

Assortments —

“magic pocket pussy” 🔞

↳ various npcs acquire a magical pocket pussy synced to you (gn!afab!reader, male!various)

dol kink scale 🧷

↳ how kinky various characters are rated on a scale of 1-10 (gn!various)

“jealousy and isolation” 🧷

↳ how various yandere!characters might isolate you (gn!reader, gn!various)

“pussy muching” 🔞

↳ how much various characters like eating pussy and which prefer to give versus recieve (gn!reader, gn!various)

“overstimulation” 🔞

↳ various scenarios of the reader being overstimulated (gn!reader + gn!amab!reader, male!various + gn!various)

various reactions to a trans/genderqueer reader 🧷 (gn!reader, gn!various)

various reactions to you declining to sit on their face due to a fear of hurting them 🔞 (gn!afab!reader, gn!various)

“fanged devotion” 🧷

↳ how might various npcs sink their teeth into you (gn!reader, gn!various)

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“Favoritism: Sirris”

Synopsis: A yandere!Sirris takes advantage of your visit to his house.

Contains: gn!reader, age difference, dubcon, masturbation, scent kink, yandere!sirris

Words: 945

A/N: Reader wears a nightgown and panties, but gender or sex are never explicitly stated.

Cannot believe I started this for kinktober of last year and am only just getting around to finishing it, especially since all I had left before the month ended was minor corrections and formatting! Ugh! I am so desperately trying to commit to the various works already clogging my drafts, but it seems for each one I finally complete, another four appear! Unfortunately, these hyperfixations have a mind of their own; I’m just along for the ride, chasing the dopamine like a starved scavenger.

I hope to at some point make variations of this prompt for all the staff, but we’ll see where the dopamine takes me.

Sirris had never bothered to hide his fondness for you, singling you out in class to hear your voice and excusing tardies to keep you out of detention (none of the teachers much appreciated Leighton, so this was at least not expressly unusual). Perhaps the most incriminating evidence was his markedly bright smile whenever you were mentioned. What could he say? He found you to be pleasant company. Most charming was your inquisitive nature, always eager to learn.

Of all his students, he paid express attention to you, bewitched by the smallest of gestures. This was particularly true during the educational tapes he played. He obsessively tracked your tongue each time it darted out to wet your lips. The slight tremble of your thighs as you pressed them tightly together certainly didn't go unnoticed either. Perhaps you would have noticed the attention had you not been as transfixed by the bodies on the screen (one of which you found oddly familiar) as he was by you.

Lately, he found his thoughts more perverse than usual. Film sessions left him dissatisfied; none of his usual hookups could satisfy the growing desire. What had begun as a simple crush had turned into an infatuation—an insatiable appetite as necessary to fulfill as food or water.

Your curiosity and naivety were quite endearing. As a firm believer in tactile education, he longed to instruct you personally. He was confident that the chance would present itself; it was inevitable that you would have questions that only a reliable adult could provide answers to.

Your relationship with his son, however, proved troubling. Though he was relieved that the boy was finally loosening up, he could never have anticipated falling in love with his son's best friend. He desperately hoped that your relationship would remain platonic. You were such a wonderful influence, but Sirris knew his son could never satisfy you the way he could. You needed someone more mature and experienced to guide you.

Still, he could be patient. There was no need to rush. Even though you may be smitten with his son for now, it was only a matter of time before you realized the better option was only a stone's throw away. Just knowing it was his amateur sex tapes that made you squirm in your seat assured him of that.

An opportunity arose sooner than he’d thought.

"Dad, would it be alright if I invited my friend over for dinner? I’m a little worried they’re not getting enough to eat."

"While I've no issue with that, the shop closes rather late, and I would hate to keep them too long past dark, so why not make it a sleepover?" None the wiser to his father's twisted affections, Sydney happily agreed, seeing the logic in his suggestion.

Knowing he'd soon have you under his roof, Sirris felt a flutter of anticipation.

As the evening unfolded, Sirris played the role of courteous host, but his gaze betrayed him, straying towards your every move.

Having clumsily spilled sauce down the front of your shirt, you were sent to change into fresh garments—a lace nightgown and marching panties from the shop that had “accidentally” made their way home with him. You readily believed him, little naive thing that you were. You didn’t have to know that he had deliberately taken the garment home, the simple yet lovely sleepwear reminding him of you.

Sirris found himself restless. He wrestled with his morals for a brief while before finally deciding he was already in too deep to care.

He crept to the laundry room, shuffling through your dirtied garments set aside to be washed and dried in the morning, before locating his prize—a pair of simple yet adorable underwear. His fingers trembled as he brought the garment to his nose, raggedly whispering your name under his breath.

The scent of you filled his senses as he retreated to his room, where he surrendered to his pent-up desire, moaning softly into the fabric. He rushed to sit on the edge of his bed, neglecting to shut the door fully.

Working his strained cock out of his boxers, his thoughts drifted to hours previous; clothed in the delicate, lace nightgown, you looked as beautiful in it as he’d thought you might when he brought it home.

Your skin had glistened with the leftover dew from the shower, damp hair clinging to your neck. Those delicate lips had thanked him for his hospitality, even promising to return the favor at some point. The sight had been picturesque, almost revealing his sinister thoughts, were it not for the baggy bottoms he had slipped into shortly after returning home.

Tightly fisting his cock with the garment wrapped around it, his eyes fluttered closed, and his soft moans echoed in the darkness. Too caught up in pleasure, he didn’t notice the soft footsteps making their way down the hall, pausing at the door to peer in. He missed the eyes locked on his slender fingers pumping his exposed cock. If he had been paying attention, he would have noticed the labored breathing as you caressed yourself, equally eager.

"Ah…Damn…"

With a shuddered breath, he spilled into the garment, hips jerking erratically into his hand. While he rode out his orgasm, you gathered yourself together and quickly shuffled back to the guest room.

Bringing the soiled undergarment to his face, he shamelessly relished the combined taste of you and him before tossing it back into the basket.

Having had a taste, Sirris realized he couldn’t wait for much longer. You were the crucial component Sirris needed to complete his family. You needed him too, even if you hadn’t realized it yet.

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“Darryl’s Dismay”

Synopsis: Darryl is forced to reckon with the fact that the figure still haunting his nightmares now haunts your reality.

Contains: gn!reader, angst with no comfort, implied abuse

Words: 600

Upon meeting you, Darryl had initially found you to be quite the curiosity. A young adult, equipped with wisdom beyond your years and carrying yourself with practiced composure and poise. The patrons adored you, which came as little surprise to them: effortlessly charming and playful, yet unafraid to bite back. Not even Darryl was spared from the fever.

Of course, they would never act upon this growing infatuation—as your employer, he owed it to you to keep his thoughts to himself; the power imbalance and age difference were unprofessional at best and downright sinister at worst. No, Darryl was nothing like him.

Suddenly though, your visits to the club dwindled, eyes sunken with exhaustion when you did make an appearance. The smile he’d grown so fond of tightened, only genuinely reaching your eyes when you found his face in the crowd. That confident stride through the club doors at the start of your shift slowly turned into an anxious shuffle. Jumping erratically, eyes shifting constantly as if expecting danger—as if you were worried somebody was going to hurt you. Though you may fool others, he saw right through that shamble of a facade. He could see the fear and anxiety weighing heavy upon your shoulders. Yet, all he could do was watch as you broke down and morphed into somebody unrecognizable. You kept your troubles close to your chest, so Darryl didn’t pry.

Walking along Harvest Street on a cool evening, he wasn’t quite sure why his feet carried him there. Perhaps lost in thought of you. There was a reason he avoided this part of town. Anxiety reared its ugly head; he needed to leave before he had a panic attack.

He turned to leave, but his eyes caught your figure. What were you doing in this part of town? Didn’t you know it wasn’t safe here, especially at this time of night? You were capable, certainly, but the folks here were far different than the customers he hosted. Darryl perhaps knew better than most just how insistent the people who walked these streets could be.

He’d be beside himself if anything happened to you, so he mustered the courage and began towards you, intent to walk you home, or at least as far as you’d allow.

As he neared, nausea sprang upon him. No, that couldn’t be who he thought it was standing next to you. It couldn’t be those hands, which could only take and take, gripping your waist and keeping you pressed against his side. No, he didn’t want to believe it was the headmaster guiding you into a seedy hotel.

Darryl could only watch from across the street, stricken with terror, as you both entered the building, noting the tenseness of your shoulders and the way you tried to put as much space between you both as you could. Everything about your form screamed reluctance and fear—everything shouted for help.

Suddenly, your abrupt change in demeanor was making sense. Suddenly, Darryl is as helpless as he was all those years ago. Suddenly, you and he share far more in common than he could ever wish.

Malicious guilt digs its gnarly claws into his stomach, hunching to spill his guts over the pavement, copious tears spilling over his cheeks. He couldn’t help himself then, and he can’t help you now, willfully complacent to your agony as others were to his all those years ago. No, he is nothing like Leighton, but as he recalls that resigned expression he’s seen in the mirror so many times before settled on your own face, he knows he is no better.

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“fanged devotion”

synopsis: how might the dol nnpcs sink their teeth into you?

words: 181

a/n: as can be seen, i didn’t feel like proofreading this. apologies. any unmentioned characters would much rather be bitten instead or simply aren’t much keen for teeth at all.

a creative vision of worship

leaves little love bites, meticulously priming each spot with their lips and tongue like an artist to a fresh canvas before carefully wrapping their teeth around your skin; not too hard—not enough to break skin—just enough to leave a mark. just wants to leave little tokens of their devotion as you go about your day. adores watching you gather your breath afterwards, admiring the skin still glistening against the light from the efforts of their affections.

↳ alex, avery, briar, darryl, doren, gwylan, harper, kylar, landry, quinn, relaxed guard, HighConfidence!robin, sirris, Corrupt!sydney, HighLove!whitney, winter, wren, zephyr

a brutish display of domination

ferocious biter, almost ferally so. their attacks are devoid of any rhyme or reason, motivated solely by an instinct to brand and claim you. their tongue gathers any blood, lathering your skin with their saliva, a startling contrast to the possessive aggression. sucking intensely on the wounds to leave swollen hickeys as if the deep indents of their teeth weren’t evidence enough of their ownership. you genuinely look like a mauling victim by the time they’re satisfied, every inch of skin gnawed raw, painted in muted purples and reds—such a stunning sight, so undeniably theirs.

↳ HighDom!alex, bailey, black wolf, briar, eden, ivory wraith, kylar, mason, morgan, scarred inmate, Corrupt!sydney, whitney, wren, zephyr

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Do you have any Briar headcanons? I have an unhealthy obsession with him.

(Also as a genderqueer person I loved your pride headcanons :).)

Random Thoughts of Briar

Contains: gn!reader, biting, cockwarming, dehumanization, manipulation, noncon, oral, rough treatment

Words: 573

A/N: Thank you so much! Briar also weighs heavily on my mind. Hope you don’t mind, but I sort of just threw any loose thoughts in a haphazard pile. Not much of a theme here, really.

Any companionship with Briar operates heavily in his favor. Expect to be unapologetically utilized and dehumanized. He neither is capable of nor has any interest in forming a deep, emotional connection. Should you develop feelings regardless of his innate lack of care, he is more than willing to exploit any misplaced sentiments. Briar carefully measures any affection, using it as a weapon of manipulation. Perhaps a particularly useful and self-sufficient individual could earn genuine appreciation and respect, but the best you could ever expect to be treated is as a beloved pet or toy. Even then, don’t forget that even the most valuable toy or tool is replaceable.

For as much as he may enjoy your company, don’t be so lofty as to assume he’ll protect or rescue you. If you can’t keep out of trouble, cope with the consequences. Either way, don’t bother him with trivialities.

Playful disobedience is acceptable—encouraged even. Bark all you want, but don’t even think about baring those teeth.

As should be expected of a man such as Briar, punishments are of a particularly violent quality, having all manner of discipline at his disposal. If you’re lucky, you’ll simply be pulled over his lap and be forced to count each time he brings his hand down against your behind with the looming threat of restarting if you lose count. Mess about while he’s in a foul mood, and you’ll simply be tossed to a particularly rowdy pack of regulars. If he’s feeling particularly displeased with you lately, he might hook you up to the sex machine for a long while and let the machine turn your brain to mush; people pay good money to watch genuine struggle and torment, so if you’re going to be a nuisance, he better at least be making money off of it. Exceptional disobedience could earn you a visit to the underground brothel. Behave, or you’ll find yourself as just another gruesome display of the worst his line of work has to offer.

Briar enjoys filling you at his leisure, finding quickies to be unsatisfying. Rather, he prefers to admire his work. Don’t confuse patience with tenderness, however. He approaches each pursuit with meticulous effort; mediocrity is unacceptable, even in the bedroom. No, he’s far from gentle. Such unwavering attention and commitment is overwhelming. Expect to be broken thoroughly.

Similarly, he’s also a fan of cockwarming. Little is more entertaining than watching you squirm while he chats with a patron, taking great satisfaction in your shudders and whimpers, hips shifting hopelessly to try and alleviate the tension ruminating in your core. Bite your lip and settle down, or he’ll leave you to the mercy of the patron.

Ferocious biter. You leave each session looking like a mauling victim. Not an inch of your body hasn’t been claimed by his teeth. He occasionally stops to appreciate the view of your abused skin as you dance on stage, like an artist admiring their product.

There’s no better outlet for an oral fixation; he's in no rush, more than content to enjoy the heat of your mouth for long periods. Though, if he’s feeling particularly pent up, he’ll keep his cock buried in your throat, hand holding your head flush to his pelvis until black dots dance along your vision, repeating that motion for however long it takes his nerves to settle. Keep those teeth to yourself, or you’ll see just how rough he can be.

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How might some of the DOL NPCs react to the reader declining to sit on their face due to a fear of hurting them?

Contains: gn!reader, afab!reader, dubcon, intoxication, noncon, orgasm control

A/N: A few characters have been omitted either because I simply couldn’t imagine them offering oral or they didn’t fit any of the broad categories.

General sentiments

You calling them weak or something? Farewell walking privileges.

↳ HighDom!Alex, Avery, Black Wolf, Eden, Mason, Vereran Guard

Did they fucking stutter? They weren’t asking for permission. Don’t keep them waiting, have a seat.

↳ Avery, Bailey, Briar, Eden, Morgan, Veteran Guard, Zephyr

Oh, is that a challenge? Don’t mind if they do.

↳ Alex, Black Wolf, Gwylan, Harper, Leighton, Quinn, Relaxed Guard, Corrupt!Sydney, Wren

You certainly won’t hear any complaints from them. They know what they’re about.

↳ Bailey, Black Wolf, Briar, Darryl, Doren, Eden, Great Hawk, Gwylan, Kylar, Landry, Mickey, Relaxed Guard, Confident!Robin, Sirris, Corrupt!Sydney, Wren, Veteran Guard, Zephyr

Actual reponses

Viciously edges you. You’ll cum on their face or not at all.

↳ Anxious Guard, Avery, Bailey, Briar, Doren, Eden, Gwylan, Harper, Landry, Leighton, Methodical Guard, Mickey, Quinn, Relaxed Guard, Confident!Robin, Sirris, Corrupt!Sydney, Winter, Wren, Zephyr

Forcefully manhandles you, dragging you up and over their face, hands digging into your thighs preventing you from shifting your weight. They said sit, not hover.

↳ Bailey, Black Wolf, Eden, Mason, Morgan, Corrupt!Sydney, Veteran Guard, Zephyr

Desperately pleads for you to reconsider until you surrender. Now it's your turn to whine. Hope you weren’t thinking this would be a one-time thing; as they say, "give a man an inch and he'll take a mile."

↳ Alex, Black Wolf, Darryl, Great Hawk, Gwylan, Harper, Kylar, Mickey, Sirris, Corrupt!Sydney, Wren

Gets you so intoxicated you can only pitifully whine and paw at their hands as they drape you over their head. Too far gone to hold your own weight, you have no choice but to comply.

↳ Alex, Anxious Guard, Briar, Darryl, Gwylan, Harper, Kylar, Landry, Leighton, Quinn, Relaxed Guard, Sirris, Corrupt Sydney, Wren, Zephyr

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How might the DOL NPCs react to a trans/genderqueer reader?

A/N: Happy pride month! 🏳️‍⚧️

I tried to stay vague so even those who don’t fall under the trans umbrella could relate.

Ardent supporter

↳ Darryl, Doren, Great Hawk, Gwylan, Harper, Kylar, Robin, Sirris, HighLove!Whitney, Wren

Overall indifferent

↳ Alex, All the guards, Avery, Bailey, Black Wolf, Briar, Charlie, Eden, Jordan, Landry, Leighton, Mason, Mickey, Niki, Quinn, Remy, River, Sam, Scarred Inmate, Winter, Wren, Zephyr

Doesn't quite get it, but supports you regardless

↳ Alex, Black Wolf, Eden, Great Hawk, Winter

Reads educational material to better understand you and your needs

↳ Lover!Bailey, Doren, Eden, Kylar, Methodical Guard, Robin, Sydney, HighLove!Whitney, Winter

Already fairly knowledgeable about gender identities and expression, perhaps even trans or genderqueer themself

↳ Darryl, Gwylan, Harper, Jordan, Kylar, Landry, Mickey, Niki, Robin, Sirris, Wren

Prepared to unleash unspeakable violence on any who dares to misgender or harass you

↳ Lover!Bailey, Eden, Kylar, Mickey, HighConfidence!Robin, Scarred Inmate, Sydney, HighLove!Veteran Guard, HighLove!Whitney, Wren

Helps administer HRT if needed

↳ Alex, Lover!Bailey, Darryl, Doren, Eden, Gwylan, Harper, Kylar, Landry, Leighton, Mason, Methodical Guard, Mickey, HighLove!Relaxed Guard, Robin, Sirris, HighLove!Veteran Guard, HighLove!Whitney, Winter, Wren

Helps you pick out a new name, hairstyle, and/or clothing

↳ Alex, Avery, Darryl, Doren, Gwylan, Harper, Leighton, Niki, Relaxed Guard, Robin, Sirris, Whitney, Wren

Helps update official records to reflect your chosen name and gender identity

↳ Avery, Lover!Bailey, Doren, Harper, Landry, Leighton, Mickey, Quinn, Sirris, Wren

⚠︎ Warning: transphobic and otherwise unsavory behavior below. Proceed with caution.

(Please note that I don’t believe any character is explicitly transphobic, just that some are assholes who won’t shy from weaponizing your vulnerabilities.)

Calls you slurs/derogatory terms and damn well means it

↳ HighRage!Avery, Briar, LowLove!Eden, Leighton, Morgan, Quinn, Remy, Veteran Guard, Whitney, Zephyr

“Lovingly” calls you slurs/degrogatory terms; no real malice behind the words, almost feels like a pet name

↳ HighDom!Alex, Avery, Eden, Morgan, Harper, HighLove!Veteran Guard, HighLove! Whitney, Wren

Weaponizes your dysphoria

↳ Anxious Guard, Avery, Briar, Eden, Harper, Kylar, Leighton, Quinn, Relaxed Guard, Wren

Withholds gender affirming care as a punishment

↳ Avery, Briar, Eden, Harper, Leighton, Methodical Gaurd, Remy, Sam, Veteran Guard

Blackmails you with the threat of outing you, should you have not done so openly yet

↳ Anxious Guard, Avery, Briar, Harper, Leighton, Niki, Quinn, Relaxed Guard, Scarred Inmate, Veteran Guard, Whitney, Wren, Zephyr

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[maladaptiveobsession]

........ I Forgot to ask .. but do you have any headcanons for the guards? Literally anything at all👀

“Overstimulation”

Synopsis: Various scenarios of the reader being overstimulated.

Words: 921

A/N: I sincerely apologize for such a late response. I hadn’t expected the guards to be so difficult to characterize.

These were written specifically with the guards in mind, but I left out names so any character could be inserted according to personal tastes and preferences.

Veteran Guard

↳ Eden or Scarred Inmate would be equally appropriate, if you prefer.

↳ Contains: gn!reader, amab!reader, gn!character, amab!character, frotting, noncon, overstimulation, rough treatment

Sitting in their lap, an ache blooms through your inner thighs as you struggle to accommodate their massive figure. Stripped of your clothes, the evening chill nips at your skin, yet the shame of being so exposed burns undiminished.

Dark eyes leer down at your shivering form with intense focus. Their hands, rough with calluses and scars, cruelly pinch and pull at your nipples. A hand meanders down, wrapping around your waist to pull you closer before deftly tugging on their zipper. You can’t help but yelp as their cock—an imposing and unwieldy thing—springs free and slaps against your own. The rumble of their voice as they chuckle darkly conjures butterflies in your stomach.

As their hand envelops you, the pad of their thumb circles over your tip experimentally. Sounds threaten to spill from your lips as they coat their palm in you. Once satisfied, they gather both of you together, easily accommodating your combined girth. Before you can process anything, they begin pumping, fast and rough as they’ve grown accustomed to.

Hurts? You’ll learn to like it. Overstimulated? You can give them more. Whatever the case, you’ll manage.

The pace leaves you breathless, gripping onto their shirt with crossed eyes. Their other hand settles on your waist, the bruising grip keeping you settled firmly in their lap.

After years of death grip treatment, it now takes uncomfortably long for them to climax. You can sob and whine all you want, but you’ll be shooting blanks by the time they’re done with you. You're finished when they’re finished and not a second sooner.

Anxious Guard

↳ Winter, Corrupt!Sydney, Leighton, Briar, Niki, and Harper would be all be fitting replacements.

↳ Contains: gn!reader, gn!character, bondage, dacryphilia, noncon, orgasm control, severe overstimulation, vibrator usage

Secured firmly to a chair, you hardly register the ropes biting into your flesh amidst the haze of pleasure. Any rational thoughts have long since melted away due to the vibrator pressed between your thighs. Your tongue feels like a foreign object in your mouth, babbling incoherently with prayers, pleas, and apologies, all of which are met with silence.

With every climax, dark spots dance across your vision, accompanied by pain as well as pleasure. Clarity evades you, unable to recall the crime befitting this torment.

Body shaking with arousal, another orgasm crashes over you as they read disinterestedly across the room. Only occasionally do they glance up, that sharp gaze piercing through you being the only indication of arousal. Such has been your night: a cruel ritual of edging, denying, and overstimulating.

Mindlessly, they adjust the vibrator's settings to a higher level while flipping through a page in their book. The effect is immediate, a sob tugging on your vocal cords as you feel another wave build up. You don’t want to cum anymore.

Setting aside their book, they wordlessly stride over, but you’re too far gone to notice their approach. Without warning, a ball gag is stuffed unceremoniously into your mouth. Panic rises in your chest as they make for the door, assuring you they’ll be back to collect you in the morning. Tears cloud your vision, but your sobs are muffled by the gag.

Pausing at the door, they take a moment to relish the sight of their work—a lovely display of writhing and waterworks—before switching the remote to the highest setting and exiting.

A long night awaits you. Your only hope is that the battery might eventually run out.

Relaxed and Methodical Guard

↳ I could also see Wren taking such a bet with one of their friends. Given you’re all dating, Bailey and Eden from their school days or Whitney and Corrupt Sydney would be equally appropriate.

↳ Contains: gn!reader, gn!characters, amab!characters, dacryphilia, double penetration, noncon, oral, overstimulation, rough treatment, threesome, throat bulge

Jostled horizontally between two bodies, the violent, erratic pace overwhelms you, hands scrambling against a pair of thighs for purchase. Four accompanying hands keep you snugly nestled between their bodies, gripping you with enough force to bruise.

You choke and sputter for air against the cock cruelly breaching your throat. A hand wraps around your throat, feeling the bulging outline of their tip. The other wields their girth with ruthless efficiency, cruelly battering your guts.

What began as an offhand comment quickly snowballed into a high-stakes bet; whichever of the two could last longest was owed head by the loser. Neither cared to lose, so you quickly found yourself severely overwhelmed. From the sounds of their voices, you could easily guess that they were both quite overstimulated as well, having already reached a number of climaxes, if the amount of release that poured out of you and onto the floor was anything to go by.

Feeling lightheaded, tears blend in seamlessly with the sweat, drool, and cum drenching your exhausted form. You worry you may break under their cruelty.

The cock pounding your throat begins to shudder, its pace increasingly becoming more erratic. Fingernails bite into your flesh as you’re pulled flush against their pelvis, releasing down your throat, whimpering and gasping. As they ride out their high, the other approaches theirs. Despite your body’s protests, you find yourself reaching that precipice yet again as well. With shaking thighs, you wrap your legs around their waist. The sudden constriction of your walls pushes them over the precipice, another load of warmth filling you.

A wave of relief washes over you as the girth in your mouth finally slips free, a thick string of semen and drool connected to your lips. Four hands reposition you upright, and as you relax against the chest of the one still penetrating you, you feel the other person position their head at your entrance alongside them. Realizing neither had any intentions of surrendering any time soon, a sob breaks free, struggling helplessly as your hole is filled beyond capacity. Babbled pleas are silenced by hungry lips, neither seeming to care much for your discomfort or distress, happily treating you as little more than a rag doll for their sick gamble.

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“Unprofessionalism”

Synopsis: Your collar inspires unprofessional thoughts in Sirris and Winter.

Contains: gn!reader, gn!sirris, gn!winter, age difference, coercion, discipline, dubcon, spanking

Words: 749

A/N: Brief lewdities featuring Sirris and Winter. Apologies for my abrupt and lengthy absence; I’ve been trying to hold myself together after some traumatic experiences and just haven’t felt the itch to write until recently. If you left an ask and I haven’t answered yet, just know I am working on it, but perfectionism threatens my workflow.

Truthfully, I’d like to work on this some more, but I thought now would be as good a time as any to take a swing at perfectionism.

Sirris

Upon seeing their favorite student stroll into class brazenly collared and leashed, Sirris was taken aback. Oh, please don’t misunderstand! They’re genuinely thrilled to see you express yourself so comfortably. You’ve always been a curious mind, so perhaps they ought to offer private lessons—a chance to explore kinks too complex to properly discuss in class. Sexuality is safest when explored with guidance, after all, and who could be a better guide than a trusted teacher? What’s so odd about wanting to ensure their student makes safe choices?

With such a delicate topic, it would be awfully difficult to avoid touching you altogether, don’t you think? Sirris is a firm believer in hands-on education, so think nothing of the wandering hands. Admittedly, they find the lessons more enjoyable than any teacher reasonably should. What can they say? You’re undeniably attractive! With such lovely lips and a charming voice to match, your allure would entice even the most sexually repressed individual. Attraction is perfectly normal; there’s no shame in the body reacting to base instincts.

Really, who could fault them for the heat coiling in their stomach when they guide your body into various positions and restraints? Lingering touches and heated dreams are beyond their control.

And you’re as much a victim to instinct as they are; don’t think for a second you can hide your body’s reactions from their keen eyes. Don’t fight your nature; just let the pleasure wash over you. It’s all part of the lesson. Knowing how to enjoy yourself is as vital as safety.

Of course, they enjoy your company too. Who doesn’t? The other students admire you. Even the staff adore you! Surely you’ve seen the way they all look at you. They’re far from the only degenerate around here, you know? No, of course you don’t. You’re just so damn trusting. That being yet another reason why you require guidance. There are some awful people out there who would take advantage of an inexperienced youth such as yourself. They only want to make sure you’re being treated well. Is that so wrong? Unprofessional to be sure, but let it be known that Sirris has always been one to play the rules by ear.

Winter

Winter’s simple inquiry about your collar sparking mutual desire. At the time, they simply couldn’t fathom the reasoning behind the strange accessory. You’d been quite secretive when they’d broached the topic in class, dodging the question the first few times. It seemed detention loosened your tongue well enough, at least. Upon closer inspection, the thing hardly looked comfortable. Slipping their fingers between the collar and your neck, a low whimper—nearly inaudible, if not for their proximity—tumbled past your lips as they gave a short tug. Much to their chagrin, the sound immediately sent heat pooling to their core. Hurriedly withdrawing their hand, they resumed the lesson, desperately trying to ignore the subtle ache between their thighs.

Winter had caught you touching yourself in class only once before; the chastity device they’d fitted you in being a wonderful deterrent for lecherous youths such as yourself. Yet ever since that incident, you seemed to do it about every class! Nothing seemed to deter you. Why, they’d go so far as to say you were provoking them on purpose; like you were itching for discipline. Sincerely, they were at a loss for how to handle you. Not only were you torturing them in class, you were plaguing their thoughts.

Amidst all manner of unprofessional thoughts, poorly repressed urges echoed; recalling the pleasant sound of your pained whimpers that followed with each whack, how natural it felt to pull you into their lap, and the shameful pleasure your squirming accompanied. Little could be accomplished when you were in the same room.

Lust permeates their core, mixing with years of repressed urges and gnawing on their will to resist temptation. They weren’t even safe in their dreams, visions of you in various historical contraptions, skin bare and raw from abuse, making such pretty noises, yet always with that damned collar around your neck. How much longer must they endure this torment? The overwhelming conflict of desire and reason is driving them mad. No, this cannot persist.

Clearly mere scolding and spanking wouldn’t be sufficient discipline for a troubled youth such as yourself. Indeed, you require intimate guidance, and who better than a trusted mentor with wisdom and experience only age can supply? Unprofessionalism be damned, that line was already crossed the moment you entered their dreams.

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“Partialism”

Synopsis: Which body parts would each DOL NPC find the most attractive if forced to choose just three?

A/N: Some of these are rough guesses. Tits refers to any chest, flat or otherwise. I included some less common partialisms for the freakier residents of nonconopolis. I’d actually like to go in depth for some of these at a later date.

Tits

Alex, Anxious Guard, Avery, Gwylan, Jordan, Landry, Leighton, Mason, Methodical Guard, Mickey, Niki, Quinn, Quinn, Remy, River, Robin, Sam, Whitney, Winter, Wren, Zephyr

Tummy

Bailey, Darryl, Doren, Eden, Morgan, Relaxed Guard, Robin, Sam, Scarred Inmate, Veteran Guard

Hips

Black Wolf, Doren, Eden, Great Hawk, Harper, Kylar, Remy, Sirris, Veteran Guard, Whitney

Thighs

Anxious Guard, Bailey, Doren, Eden, Methodical Guard, Morgan, Relaxed Guard, Robin, Sam, Whitney, Wren

Ass

Avery, Bailey, Briar, Darryl, Landry, Leighton, Mason, Methodical Guard, Relaxed Guard, Scarred Inmate, Sirris, Sydney, Winter, Wren, Zephyr

Hands

Alex, Harper, Jordan, Landry, Niki, River, Sydney

Feet

Anxious Guard, Charlie, Gwylan, Leighton, Mickey, Sirris

Hair

Avery, Briar, Great Hawk, Morgan, Veteran Guard, Sydney

Eyes

Charlie, Harper, Kylar, Niki, Scarred Inmate

Armpits

Black Wolf, Kylar, Mickey

Muscles

Alex, Black Wolf, Briar, Charlie, Darryl, Great Hawk, Gwylan, Jordan, Mason, Quinn, Remy, River, Winter, Zephyr

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“Pussy Munching”

Desperate pussy addicts who want to be suffocated:

↳ Black Wolf, Corrupt!Sydney, Darryl, Doren, Eden, Gwylan, Harper, Jordan, Kylar, Leighton, River, Sirris, Veteran Guard, Whitney, Wren, Zephyr

Casual enjoyers:

↳ Alex, Anxious Guard, Avery, Bailey, Briar, Charlie, Great Hawk, Ivory Wraith, Landry, Mason, Methodical Guard, Mickey, Morgan, Niki, Quinn, Relaxed Guard, Remy, Robin, Sam, Scarred Inmate, Winter

Prefers to receive head:

↳ Alex, Anxious Guard, Avery, Landry, Mason, Methodical Guard, Mickey, Morgan, Niki, Relaxed Guard, Remy, Sam, Scarred Inmate, Veteran Guard, Whitney, Winter, Zephyr

Prefers to give head:

↳ Charlie, Darryl, Doren, Great Hawk, Gwylan, Jordan, Sirris

Equally enjoys both:

↳ Bailey, Black Wolf, Briar, Eden, Harper, Ivory Wraith, Kylar, Leighton, Quinn, River, Robin, Wren

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