The Workshop (NSFW)

[Devious.Darling]

The Kink List​

Tame

• Creampie
• Cum - In ass, mouth, vagina, body, etc
• Pearl necklace (cum on chest/throat)
• Pearl shower (cum on face)
• Swallowing semen
• Cock worship
• Pussy spanking (smacking)
• Spanking
• Wrestling
• Biting (being bitten)
• Breath control (Choking)
• Hair pulling
• Teasing
• Begging
• Erotic dancing
• Following orders
• Kneeling
• Phone sex
• Massage
• Genital sex
• Masturbation
• Orgasm control
• Orgasm denial
• Sexual deprivation
• Eye contact restrictions
• Speech restrictions (when, what, to whom)

Not So Tame

• Cutting - Blood play
• Forced masturbation, nudity, and servitude
• Whipping - Belt
• Branding
• Scarification (cutting, making scars)
• Tattooing (inking)
• Fear play
• Asphyxiation
• Bruises
• Knife play (blood drawn)
• Knife play (no blood)(sensation)
• Pain - Mild
• Punishment scene
• Contract slave
• CNC & Dubious Consent

Bondage / Restraints

• All day/multi day
• Cages/Cells/Closets (Locked inside of)
• Chains (bound with)
• Cuffs
• Rope bondage
• Spreader Bars
• Suspension

Worn

• Collars - Worn in private
• Collars - Worn in public
• Corsets
• Lingerie (wearing)
• Vampire gloves
• Wearing symbolic jewelry
• Blindfolds

Not Into It

• Bathroom Activities
• DDLG
• Incest (including stepfamily)
• Mutilation/limb or organ removal
• Eye stuff
• Sex with wounds
• Death by Snusnu

 

[Devious.Darling]

Please Feed Me....​

The Set Up

Vampire x Supernatural/Human (MC as the Vampire, and YC as the Human/Supernatural)

Sticky blood peeled with a resistant rip as she pushed herself up from the concrete of the alleyway. The last thing she remembered before it all went dark was ringing the doorbell of a stranger’s house. Then nothing. Half dried blood covered her body. She felt ice cold down to her bones, and she was so fucking hungry. Stumbling around the abandoned streets, she discovered three things: the blood wasn't hers, food turned to ash in her mouth, and everyone around her smelled like gourmet steak on an empty stomach. Freaked out and lost, she breaks into a house she assumes is an empty Airbnb. She needed to sleep whatever she took off. After stripping her clothes and scrubbing off the blood in the sink, she fell into the first bed she found. But she wasn't alone. She should have booked it out of there, but she was frozen in place. He smelled like heaven. The thrum of his heartbeat pulsing all of that blood through his veins. All she saw was red, and it left her dizzy with need. All of her senses deafening her thoughts as all she could think of was touching him, tasting him, draining him… Her hands were on him, She was begging him to touch her. Pleading pitiful and desperate. She offered to give him anything he wanted if he just let her taste him. Drink from him. She'd sell her soul to him for a drop of the blood in his veins. Perhaps, she would come to regret this bargain…

TLDR: Abandoned newly turned vampire breaks into the house of a stranger only to find the smell of his blood addictive. She begs him to feed her and offers to do anything he wants in exchange.​

Additional Ideas

• Her vampirism makes her especially durable when it comes to pain, so a sadistic lover could really push her to a limit beyond what a human can handle.
• Her hunger coincides with her sexual arousal, and she's addicted to his blood. He can treat letting her feed similarly to letting her orgasm. Maybe only letting her do it when he allows her to cum.
• I'm a fan of the horny lore for vampires where blood drinking is a shared orgasmic sexual experience for both parties. As if her fangs carry aphrodisiacs that go into the bloodstream after biting.
• Maybe he gets a taste of vampire power from drinking her blood in return.
• As a bonus, he gets a powerful murder pet he can send out to do whatever he pleases.
• She's not mindless, and she is fully aware of everything going on. Once fed she may even feel embarrassed by what she did when she was so hungry.
• It could be strictly sexual, but I like the idea of a romantic bond blooming as they continue this pairing.
• He could be a supernatural who still has blood to drink, and this could be why he’s so delicious to her. It could also allow him to match or surpass her level of strength.
• Bigger story conflicts can include some controversy over a newborn vampire with no guidance being controlled by another supernatural.

 

[Devious.Darling]

Fallout: Alaska

The Character (Semi-NSFW)

The Setting

 

[Devious.Darling]

Cold. It was all she felt when her body let her feel again. Then wet. Then pain. Then hunger. Blinking away the bleary haze of sleep, the first thing she saw was rain soaked concrete with red rivulets trailing between the cracks. As her eyes glided up, she saw the pattern of red brick. It was familiar, but things were still so fuzzy. Sticky blood peeled with a resistant rip as Amirah pushed herself up from the concrete. The last thing she remembered before it all went dark was ringing the doorbell of a stranger’s house. Was it a party? No, the house was quiet. A date? She didn't think so. No matter how hard she pushed at her mind, she hit a wall. All she remembered was the doorbell. Then nothing. Looking down at herself she felt nauseated by the gooey blend of dried blood and rain water covering her body. As much as she wanted to stay till she could figure it out, she was so fucking hungry. Once she was on her feet, she tried to piece together what she could. Her name was Amirah Dehlavi. She was an artist. She was living in her car when she wasn't on someone's couch. That was a good start. ​

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Stumbling around the emptied streets of the night, she discovered three things: the blood wasn't hers, food tasted like ash in her mouth, and everyone smelled like steak on an empty stomach. With each passing stranger who brushed within arms reach, she fought the urge to breathe deeper, to pull them close to her, to taste their skin…. Freaked out with no car to sleep in, she followed an off road and went up a winding driveway. This area was known for having empty rentals with no alarms because it was a ‘safe’ area. When it was too cold to sleep in her car, she had slept in a few of them. She just needed to sleep this off. It was a bad trip or something. Unfortunately for her, she didn't recognize this house. It wasn't one she knew was empty, but she was starting to shake from whatever was messing with her symptom. She had to take the risk.​

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A few windows tapped later, Aminah found one unlocked. Pushing it open, she stuck one leg in as careful as possible before shifting her weight to lean the rest of her body in. People needed shorter windows. At a whopping five foot, she had to straddle most window sills just to get inside. It didn't matter now. She was in. It looked too clean and well kept to be lived, so she eased a bit. After stripping down to her underwear and scrubbing off the blood in the sink, she went looking for a bed. To her relief, she found a really nice one waiting for her. Pushing her hair behind her shoulders, she hopped up and collapsed into the sheets. Curling her arms beneath the pillow, she took a deep self-soothing breath. And froze.​

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Something smelled good. Really good. Her heart was racing in her chest, and her pupils constricted to sharp slits. Her body was moving without her when she pushed under the blanket until skin brushed her fingers. She wasn't alone. She should have booked it out of there, but she was stuck in place. He smelled like heaven. The thrum of his heartbeat pulsing all of that blood through his veins. All she saw was red, and it left her dizzy with need. Her senses deafening her thoughts as all she could think of was touching him, tasting him, draining him… Her hands were on him, as she wrapped her arms around his chest and pressed the front of her body desperately against his back. All she smelled was him. Filling her body with sparks as she ran her tongue up his back. “Please… please…” she was breathless. Her words dreamy and echoing in her ears. “H-Help me… I-I don't know what's wrong with me…” She wasn't even sure what she was begging him for. To touch her? To let her bite him? To stop her? “I-I'm so sorry.. I'm just.. so.. hungry.” Pleading, pitiful, and desperate, she clung to him. A stranger.​