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bakerstreet2026-03-21 12:54 pm
baitings) wrote in bakerstreet2026-03-21 12:54 pm
[Leaning towards Incest, Cheating, In (Public), and Student/Teacher! Please ask first for Dub/Noncon, Corruption's very welcome.]
[ no cheating or bestiality (unless they pass the harkness test). definitely open to AUing for sibling incest but no parent/child.
info / permissions / kinklist ]
info / permissions / kinklist ]
Edited 2026-03-21 21:52 (UTC)
[Authority or Student/Teacher, Corruption, Cheating, In (Public), Size (Small Dom Supremacy), and possibly Duties. He's a powerful witch who's more or less the de facto leader.]
Edited (coding my beloathed) 2026-03-21 18:16 (UTC)
[No Violence or Stockholm, please. Noncon will require discussion.]
[OTA. Incest (no parental shit please), lowkey Violence (sparring, etc, nothing that's too crazy), possibly Duty depending on the scenario.]
[OTA, hard no on Stockholm. Any Noncon will be him on the receiving end.]
( not interested in pregnancy things or innocence. )
[ open to alia, jessica, chani, irulan, crosscanon, crossmedium!
*stands for duncan idaho. ]
*stands for duncan idaho. ]
Bio- A relaxed shapeshifter from a world where, once a month, the moon opens an eye and triggers reality-altering events wherever it looks. After a lifetime of dead-end jobs, Yamada has recently begun using their abilities to do good as part of an anti-Moon Gaze organisation, dealing with monsters and supernatural criminals.
Main desires are for consensual but perverted fun such as using Yamada's powers, but fucked up dynamics like half-fight/half-fuck scenes are great.
Main desires are for consensual but perverted fun such as using Yamada's powers, but fucked up dynamics like half-fight/half-fuck scenes are great.
Edited ( ) 2026-03-21 22:40 (UTC)
( no noncon or bestiality )
[ this oc is a human who died a lonely, bitter death and became a zoroark. i'm more comfortable with m/m smut and zoroark is interspecies and bestiality by default (he is, however, completely sapient). he can create illusions that are so realistic that they feel real as well, and playing with that might be fun. i'd prefer plotting first. ]
[ there's a small voice in the back of lestat's mind that sounds suspiciously like louis, scolding him for engaging in behaviour he knew was self destructive and reckless. yet here he is, back in that shithole bar in some nowhere town in middle america, eying off that brutish young man across the bar once more.
it's been a while since that first rough fumble in the public bathroom with the odd fever bypassing all common sense, and lestat has an inkling that there was much, much more to be had. for starters, the boy was a law officer of some kind - half hopped up on feeble notions of power, already a powder keg in the making. far too rough for such a fragile body, though he evidently had little knowledge of that. let him keep that notion; lestat didn't want to be seen for his true nature, not for these purposes.
no, this particular storm of self loathing called for scorn outside of any true consequence. so he's provocative for such a small town - tight mesh shirt, silver chain harness loose across his torso. high boots with a slight heel, tight jeans, blond hair in loose waves brushing his shoulders. the hint of glitter and eyeliner smudged around his eyes. nursing his drink in a dark booth, sending low hypnotic suggestions to the young deputy sheriff at the bar in a psychic pulse.
See me. Come to me. Want me. ]
it's been a while since that first rough fumble in the public bathroom with the odd fever bypassing all common sense, and lestat has an inkling that there was much, much more to be had. for starters, the boy was a law officer of some kind - half hopped up on feeble notions of power, already a powder keg in the making. far too rough for such a fragile body, though he evidently had little knowledge of that. let him keep that notion; lestat didn't want to be seen for his true nature, not for these purposes.
no, this particular storm of self loathing called for scorn outside of any true consequence. so he's provocative for such a small town - tight mesh shirt, silver chain harness loose across his torso. high boots with a slight heel, tight jeans, blond hair in loose waves brushing his shoulders. the hint of glitter and eyeliner smudged around his eyes. nursing his drink in a dark booth, sending low hypnotic suggestions to the young deputy sheriff at the bar in a psychic pulse.
See me. Come to me. Want me. ]
{{Age Difference(20+ year age gap), [semi]public, size (she's a little over 5ft), fetish (speciality is lingerie), violence, forbidden, student/teacher, authority. Kinks/details in journal.}}
[Pass on noncon, phobia, bestiality; leaning more towards duties and forbidden—mostly from his profession. But if you're unsure, feel free to message.]
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