#edge play.

[playfully-sadistic]

Why are you shaking already? I grant you a five second headstart, that's more than most prey get, where's your gratitude? Of course we both know how this will end - but the thrill of the chase is as crucial for me as the false hope of freedom is for you, so hide as best as you can and run as fast as your legs allow and pray that I'll be quick once I get you beneath my claws. At least for five seconds, you may think yourself in advantage, and grasp onto naïve optimism, and for the following minutes after, you can drown yourself in instinctive panic, the heavy, defeaning thumping of your own heartbeat and shallow breath as you listen for my steps, for any rustling between the trees... for my voice, suddenly too close to your ear, whispering "Caught you".

And then, only then, should you start shaking, begging, crying, fighting back so pathetically and desperately, as if any of it will stop me from pushing your body into treacherously soft, wet moss, keeping you down with claws digging into your sensitive skin, and making you feel all the more vulnerable, helpless, weak when I force my weight fully onto your body and sink into a hole that certainly should not be this wet and willing to take me as it turns out to be, growls ringing in your ear, tears running down your face, whimpering turning into moaning much faster than it should.

And you will be shaking when I'm finally done with you, left in a puddle of your own slick, mixed with cum and sweat and your blood, when your chest is heaving and your body too exhausted to care or protest when I pick you up and decide that you shall stay my toy for as long as your body can endure it.

[fvckwvtchbvtchmagic]

She likes to play with kn 🗡ves. You dare play with her? 😏 Cvm play, 😜. Let me brand you. I'll be gentle, 😈. You don't want me because I'm soft or gentle and we both know that, 😈. A little cut on your neck and then I'll lick it up like a ritual, 👅. Let me taste you, 😋 😈. Leaving poems on your flesh. Or you can just imagine this tongue tracing every vein, 👅 😈.

[enby-concubus]

Stop teasing you? Let you cum?

Why would I want to? Desperation looks too good on you for me to do that, sweet thing. Going all red and whiny like that, gasping and panting on my fingers or my tongue. You sound so sweet when you're begging like that, too.

Why would I ever let you cum?

[pigeonsplayground]

domme girlfriend into knife play, always carrying a knife in her thigh holster to threaten you with

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

Risk-aware Consensual Kink with...

Dean Winchester as a Knight of Hell and/or with the MOC

Brimstone - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: He’s exactly what she wants.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY surprise, bitch

Words: 450

Discord and Rhyme - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean x female reader

Summary: He’s on the prowl.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, rough anal sex, crying during sex, blood during sex, there’s a lot of purple prose and excessive descriptions of taste and smell here, sexual coercion, dirty talk

Words: 1,750

Nihilism - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean x female reader

Prompt: Can you tell me about the morning after going several rounds with Dean he rolls over in bed and adjusts the covers, causing you to forget your shift to be his good girl a couple more times?

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother's Dean Winchester, name-calling, rough sex, nihilistic themes, Knight of Hell Dean, fantasies of being fucked to death? Idk it’s one of mine, might as well be yours, you’re female AFAB in this scenario

Words: 800

Shattered Like A Stone - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean Winchester x original female character

Summary: The Mark is demanding, and the demon in Dean can’t deny it any more than he can deny her; it just might get everything it wants tonight.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, rough sex, bondage, multiple object insertion, suicidal ideation, darkfic, self-destruction, bloody sex, sadism and masochism, analsex, Jameson as lube, spit as lube, face fucking, Daddy as title, misogynist language, choking, strangulation, assisted suicide

Words: 6,800

Supernova - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Since Dean’s had the Mark and the Blade, he’s pulled away from you, afraid of hurting you. You miss him, and you’ve had it. One night you push him to the edge.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, bondage, blood play, biting, bruising, knifeplay, rough sex, dubcon/mindfuck

Words: 2,500

Soldier Boy

Service On The Homefront - Soldier Boy x female reader

Summary: What about the people who don’t really care much for supes?

Tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY

Words: 1300

Author’s notes: written before the premiere of live action soldier boy.

Territorial Pissing - Soldier Boy x female reader (1st person POV) x William Butcher

Summary:  My decades’ long crush on Soldier Boy was squashed when my career as a journalist taught me the real Soldier Boy story. Now, my career brings me full-circle. I promise this is not a Magic Dick trope.

Tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY, mmf threesome, Dom/sub, rough sex, ass and clit slapping, name-calling, sex with murderous misogynists,   bruising, like I said it’s rough, forced orgasms, Butcher refers to himself as Daddy and Soldier Boy mocks him for it, rimming, anal sex (both m/f and m/m), come marking, squirting, choking/breath play,   showering, sensation play (cold), Butcher checking in (bc we all know Soldier Boy won’t), illicit drug use, bondage

Words: 8k

A Well-Made Mistake - Soldier Boy x female reader

Summary: Being with Soldier Boy is like watching a slasher flick or riding a roller-coaster. Except you’re actually in the movie and there are no guard rails.

Tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY, Soldier Boy in full tactical gear railing you in a three-way mirror, degradation/humiliation, name-calling, Dom/sub undertones

Words: 1400

Billy Butcher

A.K.A. - William Butcher x female reader/you (2nd person POV)

Summary: William, Monsieur Charcutier, Butcher, Billy, asshole.

Tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY, use of the word cunt – obviously, me tryna to write a cockney accent, rough sex, girl bonding, rough blowjob

Words: 1800

Mirror, Mirror - William Butcher x female reader

Prompt: Butcher filthy talking while getting busy i feel in like an alleyway or the service hallway in a bar or similar. Somewhere crowded and dirty, like actually dirty

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, rough sex, dirty talk, public sex, Winchester brothers cameo bc this is Kripke’s world, reader is female AFAB

Words: 1,500

The Winchester Brothers

Wait Till My Brother Gets Home - Winchester brothers x female reader

Summary: She wants to lose control.

Warnings/tags: 18+ Only, rough sex, hair pulling, mfm spit roast, bruising and chafing during sex, Wincest adjacent

Words: 2,450

Sam Winchester

Breaking In The Muted Sky - Sam Winchester x female reader

Prompt: Sam. Overlapping scars tell interesting stories for those able to read them.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, knife play, blood during sex

Words: 830

Let The Melody Shine - Sam Winchester x male reader

Summary: Dom Sam has decided to buy a gift for himself and his newest friend.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, shibari mentioned, blindfold, edging, anal vibe

Words: 360

You Know Better, Babe - Sam Winchester x gender neutral character

Summary: “Don’t let me in with with no intention to keep me. Jesus Christ, don’t be kind to me. Honey, don’t feed me; I will come back.”

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, implied nefarious intentions, boyking Sam

Words: 680

[pebbles-12345]

Count to Ten

Hannibal lays on the bed reading some tedious article Miss Lounds published on TattleCrime about how the infamous ‘Murder Husbands’ must be on some rampage or another in some rich European country with fake names and accents and the justice of eating the rude. Hannibal sighs as he lays his iPad down on the nightstand when he hears the door open to the ensuite. 

Will stands in the doorway, almost like a present, wearing a royal blue robe Hannibal bought him on their last tour in Italy. He can hear Hannibal purr, a sound deep in his throat that makes Will ache with want and yearning. His cock twitches and he can tell Hannibal’s eyes focused on that particular part of his anatomy. 

“It seems to fit.” He all but whispers to Hannibal, who he knows is staring at him with wanton eyes. 

“It fits very well, dear boy. You are a vision to behold.” Hannibal simply admires from his place on the bed, one hand propped under his head as Will stands there, robe open in the front, belt loosely tied around his waist. The scar on his stomach peeks out, the skin now only slightly pink, no longer angry. Hannibal lavished many kisses upon that scar.

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[playfully-sadistic]

Catching your tears with the tip of a knife, just a twitch from you away from your pretty eyes, blown pupils - fear, worry, pain keeping you as still, frozen in position, as any prey animal would be - as your gaze, previously fixed on me, slowly follows my tongue, darting out for the salty taste of your vulnerability and helplessness.

[playfully-sadistic]

It's okay, treasure, you're safe and sound in my lap now, nothing to be afraid of - except me, of course, but you trust me so much, why are you shaking and trying to turn your head, baby? Don't be like this, open your legs, come on, I know you're sore from what I did earlier, but you want to keep me happy, hm, you wouldn't want me angry and with a reason to hurt you, right? You're struggling so much today, what's gotten into you, see, now my grip will probably leave bruises, and it's all your own fault for being difficult. Just let me enjoy what's mine, won't you? It will make me so satisfied. I'll even make sure to kiss it all better after I've hurt you, I promise, angel, now spread wide and give me a kiss while I make use of you. And save your tears for when it actually hurts.