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Hey if you’re comfortable with it , could you talk a bit more on the aspects of humiliation kink that appeal to and stuff ? Like not to be a weirdo or anything i just think it’s interesting / wanna understand the kink better ¯_(ツ)_/¯ either way lmao hope you’re having a great day and stuff! 🌺😊🌺😊

hmm there is not much to say about it tbh. it’s just my number one go to kink that splits off in a few other v unpopular kinks because they raise the humiliation to the max.

it’s just… a combination of embarrassment and dirty talk and aroused-against-will stuff. Maybe that’s the “appealing” thing for me. that the humiliated party needs to reluctantly enjoy it. I just like when both parties are into what’s happening and it’s not rape.

which is why I rarely read it from other people because I never know what route it’ll go. also it’s just a sadly rare kink

Okay but now I’m curious! I didn’t even know farts could be a kink o^o Though I guess in the end everything can be a kink ~ anyway: pls enlighten me senpai! Why farts?? What about them gets your horn dog on??? :)

ooohhh my god… ok… under the cut, holding my face with one hand 

basically it’s about the humiliation aspect; as so many out-there kinks are for me. char A humiliating char B; maybe char B is eating them out and really into it and char A just farts on them; maybe is sitting on their face so they have no way of escaping and have to inhale. being horrified that they’re being degraded like that but getting really really turned on.

just stuff like that. Humiliation. Degradation. Goooood stuff.

cyber. remember your centaur gabe and how mccree would always want to fuck him but never really got the courage to? think about this: mccree bringing a centaur!doomfist as a sort of friend for gabriel for when he isn’t around, and instead the first night the two are left alone together he finds akande fucking into gabriel nice and deep and gabriel is surprisingly receptive and submissive to him and letting him fuck away into him.

Oh.

My.

God.

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssss. Akande would be huuuuge. Probs with the thick body of a draft horse. upper body snuggled nice against Gabriel’s back, one hand around his throat, thumb stroking along his jaw line while he fucks him in little jerks.

Jesse left them alone for like. 6 hours. Tops.

Akande hired/masquerading as Lucio’s bodyguard tho – having Lucio ride or choke on his dick in the limo to/from concerts, staying in his suit while Lucio gets stripped off because Akande likes watching that tiny naked bod. And Lucio LOVES IT.

Lúcio is always more hopped up on adrenaline before his concerts. Afterwards he tends to be mellow; almost sleepy and kitten pliant, all his energy pumped out through the loudspeakers and given to his audience.

Before, however, he is jittery and almost nervous. Full of an energy that needs to be directed – and Akande is a very good conductor.

The limousine is huge and still he has to curl marginally forward, the back of his head pressing against the roof as he stares down at Lúcio between his thighs, trying his hardest to choke himself on the big cock hanging out of Akande’s pants.

He’s been cuddling with it like an old hand, sure and loving as he made sure to drag it all over his cheeks and drool generously against his bush as he kissed the swollen base and sucked at the large, warm ballsac beneath.

Now, though, he seems grotesquely out of his waters, trying and failing to push the swollen glans into the back of his throat.

“Easy,” Doomfist murmurs, large hands holding Lúcio’s head with gentle steadiness; keeping him from forcing himself farther down. “You will have to rouse the crowds. Be kind to your throat.”

One hand travels down, curling around Lúcio’s throat; holding on just a little too tight. Just enough to make him choke and get his eyes to tear up.

“Open your mouth. Tongue out.”

He taps the tip against the slippery surface; pops it between Lúcio’s swollen lips and back out again. He slaps his cock high against his cheeks until the kid has to close his eyes against it, kneeling and letting himself get degraded.

Akande smirks, fist tight around his cock, jerking himself in small, efficient flicks of his wrist. He pulls his cock away from Lúcio’s searching mouth and instead smears his balls across his nose; pulls him in close enough to place them on his forehead while he smothers him in the humid heat behind, barely accessible with his pants still on.

Lúcio groans, delirious, small tongue out, lapping at whatever strip of skin he can find.

Doomfist loves how easily this little music man submits. How he has him wrapped around his little finger – and, in proxy, the masses that flock to him.

“Now. Back.”

He aims carefully, watches with lazily slitted eyes as he jerks off onto Lúcio’s eager tongue, stretched out as far as he can, eyes classy, fingers drumming against his thighs. He wipes the rest against the boy’s goatee, watches him try and lick it away.

He likes the thought of him on stage with his cum in his face.