#rating 3

do not fucking interact if you are:

a minor (this is a sex blog what are you doing here)

into/fine with sexualizing minors in any capacity (real or fictional)

the following stuff is to be expanded upon later when I figure things out

limits (I really really would rather not see these things):

incest

detrans

orientation play

age regression

chastity

I am into:

hypnosis (main kink, it's between this and-)

gender transformation

transformation more generally (furry, plush, whatever)

size difference (but also not extreme size difference, I'm picky)

musk stuff

ass/breast/dick/balls expansion in that order (no other areas though and also at some point it becomes too much but for me that point is later than you expect)

cumflation/breeding (no pregnancy. just cum in me 👍)

tagging system

unlike on my main I'm actually going to tag my original posts with #mine since I can actually afford to retroactively do that (it is far too late to try now on my main)

posts with the kinks I just listed will be tagged with #hypno (this is gonna also include any kind of mental conditioning like clicker training), #musk and MAYBE #tf and #expansion if I see any posts on those subjects ever

I additionally will tag images based on how nsfw they are in case you for some reason want to follow me but would like to not get nudes jumpscared:

#rating 1 for explicit nudes (there is a boob or an ass or a dick or a pussy directly on screen)

#rating 2 for non-nude still-questionably-safe pictures (none of the above are directly visible but you might see like exposed bush or a boob behind a small bikini or an ahegao or something)

#rating 3 for pictures that are on the lowest end of still definitely nsfw (dick outline, sufficiently sexual text in an image, )

this is probably going to become more concrete as I use this system more so I'll probably update the descriptions for those at some point

And it's not like Merlin doesn't have better things to do. There are always evil plots afoot, scheming to be done, enemies to be vanquished. He's got a busy schedule. 

“Set the needle on its path...” by chaletian.

Fluff: +++

Angst: +++

Smut: +

Subjective Overall Rating: +++

Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/609222

"What do you mean, she's sick?" the Queen heard the telltale yelling of her island nation through the chamber doors, "She can't be sick! She's the bloody queen!"

"Mister Kirkland-" one of the ladies tried to soothe him, herding him away from the door.

"Don't Mister Kirkland me Miss! I'm damn well near a few centuries older than you I will not hear it!" he shouted, scaring the poor servant girl, "We don't live in the primitive time of the past and I expect you to come up with a cure!"

Fanfic Rec: “An Honourable Passtime,” by Thecattygrl.

Fluff: ++

Angst: ++++

Smut: ++

Overall Subjective Rating: +++

Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1329313

And so, as the siege of Orgrimmar was about to truly begin, the Banshee Queen was cracking a joke at the Lord Regent of Silvermoon. As if no time had passed. As if they were rangers together again. As if her heart still beat beneath her breast. She remembered her fellow Horde leaders making small speeches to encourage the heroes around them, but only one voice stood out from all of them. Sylvanas had already readied her bow, an arrow from her quiver poised and ready to be raised and fired. She had always loved the rush of battle, and the waiting game before each one was always horrendous. She was itchy with anticipation, her anger and frustration peeking through in her tight muscles and narrowed gaze. But then she heard Lor’Themar’s voice, and she was back in Silvermoon, training and laughing together. Her ears all but twitched in his direction as she zeroed in on his words of encouragement to those around them. And with that, her stance relaxed. She turned her head to his direction, her mouth quirked up in a smile.

“If you were to fall in battle,” she called to him, “- I could bring you back. You would make an attractive corpse.” The Banshee Queen could feel herself smiling lightly at her old friend and previous second-in-command. Lor’Themar was gazing at her with his one eye alight with humor -she knew if they had been standing closer together, he’d lean in to whisper ‘dont make me laugh on a battlefield, this is serious’ in her ear as he would attempt to contain his laughter (badly)- and his lips twitched the slightest bit to keep from smiling. She could almost see a light blush of embarrassment on his neck.

Fluff: +++

Angst: +++++

Smut: ++

Overall Rating: +++

Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1834351

Sitting there in the snow, he didn't notice the approaching person until the crunch of snow beneath boots filled his ears. Scrambling up, the boy thought for a moment maybe it was the dark-haired man from the East; but he quickly realized it could not be as he came closer and Russia saw how tall this other was. Fear swelling in his young heart, he made to run. However, before he could take his first step, a man's voice asked;

"You are me, da?"

“If I could (I’d be There),” by thatoneeccedentesiast. Young aph Russia meets old aph Russia in the snow.

Fluff: ++

Angst: ++

Smut: +

Overall Subjective Rating: +++

Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1491967

But the truth of the matter is Steve spent most of it awake.

He could remember the crash, the plane hitting the snow and ice hard enough to knock him out of the pilot's seat. He remembered hitting his head and blacking out for what could have been a second or a minute or longer, and when he shook himself back to awareness the world around him was white.

Fanfic rec: “Snowfall,” by Katsuko.

Fluff: +

Angst: ++++

Smut: +

Overall Subjective Rating: +++

Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/451459

TT: I’m sorry. TT: It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. TT: He wasn’t supposed to turn into fucking Hal 9000 with a Hunter Zolomon complex. TT: He’s me. TT: I’m not supposed to cut my friends’ legs out from under them with some bullshit guise of making them better and stronger. TT: I know I’ve pulled some extreme tests of will before but, TT: Jesus christ.

In which the AR decides to take things into his own digital hands.

Fluff: +

Angst: +++++

Smut: +

Overall Rating: +++

“Absurd! You’re the one who cheated on me! With … with … ”

Tulio narrowed his eyes. “With who?”

Miguel’s eyes lit up – never a good sign. “With him!” He pointed.

Not, alas, at some innocent bystander who might possess the unlikely good sense to run away really fast, thus providing them with the perfect excuse to follow suit, saying adios to their would-be assailants in the process.

“That’s a horse,” Tulio said. “Are you suggesting I … with a horse?”

Fluff: +++++

Angst: ++

Smut: +++

Overall Rating: +++

Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5454899