#achievement: New kink unlocked

[goatyuuji]

I love Gojo who is sick of people worshipping him just for existing; from childhood he is being worshipped as some God and he is just sick of it….until he meets this weird bangs guy who he learns is his classmate, who might be as strong as him, who brings him sweets after a mission, who lets Gojo jump on his back and gives him a piggyback ride, who joins him in his shenanigans to irritate Yaga Sensei and most importantly who looks at Gojo like a human and not some deity and Gojo is like “oh if I want to be worshipped, I want to be worshipped by this guy and this guy alone”…

[basiatlu]

Drawtober Day 3: Slime

Draco smeared unhelpfully at the slimy sap dripping from his face. Out of the corner of his eye he spied Potter hunched in a frozen state above his own cropping of blaster bean bushes.

“And what are you staring at, Potter?” Draco snarled. Embarrassment heated his face causing the blaster bean sap to sizzle on his cheeks.

“N-nothing..” Potter fidgeted oddly for a moment and promptly turned away.

[scrapsovereign]

(Not kinktober related, but I woke up thinking about this and couldn’t stop thinking about it all day)

Midnight Snack

Pairings: Astarion x Reader, Astarion x Tav, Astarion x OC

Words: 490-ish

Rating: Explicit

Tags: NSFW, Astarion Smut, Tav/Reader is not described, Gender Neutral Tav/Reader, breastplay, vampire bites, thigh riding, somniphilia

Triggers/ Author Notes: I tried to make Tav gender neutral for this (I used the word breast, and I did describe the titty in detail if that helps your decision making). This is my first attempt at g/n smut, comments are appreciated and adored, and I’m open to learning!

The first thing you notice as you rouse from your slumber is a cool, pale hand palming at your breast, colored blue in the early morning darkness.

The second is the lukewarm velvet length twitching against your thigh.

Soft lips press a sloppy open-mouthed kiss to the hardened peak of your nipple. A tongue flicks over the nub, and ruby eyes peer up through mussed silver tresses to assess your reaction.

A sharp object grazes against the pebbled bud on your chest and you hiss in reaction to the delicious pain, a shiver of desire rippling across your skin. Half asleep and yet already so willing, you respond by arching your back into his mouth, giving him permission to drink from you.

Teeth that feel like ice shards pierce your skin, puncturing both sides of the areola. He anchors himself at your breast, sucking your nipple inside of his mouth. His tongue undulates against your flesh, encouraging your crimson to trickle down his throat.

Your hand cards through his silver curls, to hold your lover close with tender adoration. A warmth spreads out from your belly knowing that each swallow provides nourishment to his undead body, making him deadlier, faster, stronger.

Excruciating pain has gradually given way to exquisite pleasure, a familiar, delectable pressure starting to build. He whimpers as he squeezes your tits for every last drop of your sanguine nectar, needy and wanting.

His cock glides against your thigh, leaving a trail of precum in its wake. You feel him harden impossibly over you and can only imagine how beautiful the length of him is, dusky and flushed with your blood. His pace falters and his hips stutter, a telltale sign he’s close.

Your center tightens more and more with every movement of his tongue, every lewd slurping noise against your chest.

The pleasure that crests over you is a gentle wave of euphoria, different from the mind-blowing orgasms he repeatedly punished you with hours ago. He reaches his peak at the same time you do with a soft grunt, his eyes fluttering shut. He spills a dribble of his seed on your thigh, smearing the hot trail with lazy thrusts. Cleaning just that spot would be more effort than you’re both willing make right now. You’re especially filthy, your hole still leaking his seed from how he had fucked and filled you to bursting over and over again.

He laves at the wounds he’s created, stopping once or twice from nodding off in the middle of his ministrations. Your wounds clotted, he hums with drowsy satisfaction of a job well done as he clambers atop you. The comfort of his body pressed against yours helps to relax you, soothe you. You sigh contentedly in concert, slipping back into sleep before the neon rays of dawn break over the horizon.

In the morning, you are again roused by his cock, this time with the flushed, warm tip prodding your entrance…

[grief-worn]

. . . pet play . . . for no particular reason . . . ignore puck staring very intensely in the background of this ask i'm sure that's nothing.

rate your kinks.

"Pet … play?" It's the first she's heard of such a term, but really, she's never been all that familiar with the world of pleasure, not to the level of others she's met. That being said, she is no sewn-legged virgin, and she can infer the possibilities based on name alone.

"What, like a collar and leash? Wagging about a bone and asking they play fetch?" she coughs, covering up a giggle. "Isn't that a bit degrading?" The moment she mentions this, the gears begin to creak and turn. Ah. Ahh.

Weight shifts from one hip to the other, a disguised wiggle. The idea of someone, a partner, a lover, a temporary object, knelt on their hind legs, fawning and worshiping her, starved for her praise. Rope fastened to their neck; the tug of a lead, no chance they might disobey. Panting. Seeking. Hounding.

"… I suppose—well, it doesn't sound awful. I'd give it a shot. Can't know unless I've tried it, yes?"

[jjsanguine]

Cher: to make it fair, you can order me to do anything

Gun: but you're not my employee anymore. Why would you want me to order you around?

Cher: aw, it's just for fun. It'll be fun

Gun: ok. how about we take turns giving orders

Gun: to make it fair

[inavagrant-a]

"Heh." He earned fifteen (15) primogems in the process for his endeavors.

[godnectar]

[hornyonmainkinkblog]

OH

hey, doll, mind if i see your phone real quick? yeah, mines charging in the other room and i wanna check the radar. thanks, hon.

hey, woah, what's this you're looking at on Tumblr? its just being suggested to you? this is your following tab, don't try and lie to me boy. i knew you were into some questionable things but i didn't think you'd go this far..

the testosterone has been making you desperate? hah, yeah. i remember those days, you half hard all the time too? here and there? yeah, it gets better, don't worry.

no, let me keep looking. i wanna know what you jerk off to, and yes you jerk off, i know you do. none of this dancing around, call it what it is. you're a man, you jerk off now.

god, you're probably into me talking at you like this, huh? here, take your phone back. oh, no, pull tumblr back up. yeah, c'mon, let me see it. your bottom growth, boy, c'mon.

let me finish taking these off for you if you're so shy. oh there we go, there's that pretty little cock of yours. fuck, you're twitching? really?

if you're so into this why don't you start jerking off for me? huh? let me watch you get off? watch what you're looking at, what makes you whimper more? good boy..

[werevvolfboyfriend]

…I think I just learned something about myself

[schadenfreudich]

I don't think infodumping is supposed to make me feel like that. I don't think that's the correct reaction to having someone infodump to you. Why am I like this

[emmg]

I don't think Bioware fully comprehends the absolute chaos it’s about to release by handing us, the unapologetic mage-bangers, Emmrich "well done, my dear" Volkarin after the emotional war crime that was the Solas romance.

It’s like they’re handing us an emotionally healthy daddy figure wrapped in a big ol’ “yes, praise me harder” bow and just expecting us to behave.

AO3? Oh, it’s about to be a bloodbath. A flood of unholy praise kink is going to rain down like mana from horny heaven. The poor voice actor? He’s got no idea what’s coming. Fans, barely coherent, will be sobbing in his DMs, pleading for him to record lines like, "darling, sweet thing, apple of my throbbing loins,” because suddenly that’s the only thing keeping them going.

And you just know the fics are gonna go there. We’re talking steamy, full-blown, knee-weakening sex scenes so detailed you’ll practically hear the slapping sounds through your screen. Every silver hair, every wrinkled brow is going to get worshipped like it’s the goddamn Holy Grail. Emmrich? He’s not just a mentor now, no—he’s the silver-fox sex wizard of everyone’s dirtiest, most depraved dreams.

Bioware, you’ve dragged us through the emotional meat grinder with Solas, and now you’re tossing us this emotionally sane and well-adapted snack with decades of good coping mechanisms? Oh, baby, the sex scenes are gonna be biblical. I’m talking hands-on-bookshelves, robes ripped off, candles flickering like we’re summoning a demon but, surprise, it’s just Emmrich praising your efforts in bed like you’re acing your dissertation. It's gonna be 'well done, my dear' while you’re doing ungodly things to that silver fox, and he’s stroking your hair like you just unlocked a new achievement.

Me? Oh, honey, I’ll be on the front lines like a horny general leading the charge into the unholy lands. November 1st? I’m not just showing up, I’m rolling in with a pre-written, fully locked-and-loaded stash of smut so scandalous, my Orthodox ancestors will not only crucify me—they’ll disown me in the afterlife. I’m gonna make them turn in their graves so hard, we’ll solve the energy crisis.

And let’s not get it twisted—I’m going to worship this thin, emotionally available mage like he’s the last goddamn spellcaster left in Thedas. I’m talking tongue tracing every single one of his ribs like I’m mapping out the delicate lines of a cathedral—except it’s not sacred, it’s blasphemous as fuck. Forget holy water; it’s gonna be sweat, and I’ll be so deep into my thirst, my own character, Rook, will be doing things that’d make even the most depraved demon of desire blush. Every sliver of his body, every wrinkle, every bone—especially the bones—is getting the Rook Treatment™.

Bioware? You better brace yourself because I’m about to publish smut so audacious, so flagrantly wanton, even the Deep Roads will seem vanilla.

We’ve suffered. And now poor Emmrich’s going to be buried alive under the weight of all that… pent-up thirst. Welcome to the show, sweet necromancer.

[telelli-writes]

new chapter posted of my 1940s time-travel tomarry fic!

this chapter featuring: tom’s abiding love of pole-vaulting to hasty conclusions, the xbox achievement unlock sound going off in tom’s brain (but it’s for a new kink unlocked), and tom making use of having a nose in this timeline by sticking it into harry’s business

[monsterfuckerconfessions]

*Achievement Unlocked* New Kink Discovered! Monster Fuckers!

(no but srsly - i thought i was ace and then???? i stumbled across a Monster Fucker tag????? and then - oh??? that's what desire feels like???)

(whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthef-)

(I should review more of these materials. For research purposes <.<)

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[scar1ett-so1dier]

New kink unlocked

Like an Xbox achievement:

Hannibal Lecter x Surgeon

Maybe it’s cause I’m in school to be a surgeon i dont know but PLEASE. If he’s not Surgeon!Hannibal then I don’t want him.

[gabessquishytum]

Speaking of Hob and Dream discovering new kinks and exploring their sexualities, I made some joke in my own head about this and suddenly I had an image of Hob and Dream out somewhere at a party or hangout or smth and someone (let’s be real it’s most likely Cori or Desire) jokingly comments on Hob’s child-bearing hips.

There’s a noticeable moment of silence before Hob awkwardly (and a little weakly) laughs it off, and no one particularly notices Dream being quiet in that moment. They’re both dealing with the “achievement unlocked: breeding kink” realization, and it’s a wonder they manage to even get through the rest of the event with that running around in their heads.

They fuck hard and nasty later, each distracted and incredibly horny thinking about Dream fucking a baby into Hob, but they’re too distracted to notice each other’s odd behavior. Eventually though, one of them is going to blurt out something about their newly discovered kink, and they’re going to fuck even harder and nastier knowing they’ve both learned something new and sexy about themselves.

-🪽anon

Horny hivemind in breeding kink mode!!!

I just adore the idea of Hob being, ya know, mid-fuck, hole gripping tight around Dream’s dick, spread out, sweating and mewling, and he can't help himself!! It just slips out!!

He begs Dream to put a baby in him. Looks right into his eyes, drool spilling out of the corner of his mouth, clenching down so hard on Dream’s cock he can barely even pull out. He pleads for Dream to cum inside him. Promises that he'll be so good, he'll keep it all inside, he just needs Dream to breed him.

And Dream stutters to a stop, his whole body tightens up, he lets out this absolutely guttural noise and... he cums hard and deep inside Hob, just as he's demanded.

For a moment they just kind of stare at each other, and then Hob pulls Dream in close, squeezes tight around his still hard cock and after a few seconds out frantic humping/wriggling, he also cums on Dream’s cock.

And then they're both giggling like idiots, rolling around in each other's arms, both of them still crazily aroused. Dream digs his fingers into Hob’s hips and squeezes tight. He's growling a little, thrusting his hips, already fucking into Hob all over again.

And Hob is damn near purring as he hooks his thighs around Dream’s waist and clings on tight. He's gonna get a baby in him. Fantasy or reality, it doesn't even matter right now - the sheer joy of knowing that Dream’s going to fuck him full and knock him up is more than enough.

Whichever little shit who made that comment about the childbearing hips is getting a gift basket after all this <3

[bittersweetresilience]

okay, before i forget, end of summer honkai star railing report. so i remember the important things as i start getting busy 🛌

WORDCOUNT: 165,220 PAGECOUNT: 479 FICCOUNT: ...it's really hard to count but around 121? maybe 5-15 are a couple sentence drabbles. i also have 27 pages of fic ideas, most important meta, and favorite headcanons which don't count as fics

🏅 ACHIEVEMENT: finished a multichapter for the first time 🏅 ACHIEVEMENT: participated in a ship week for the first time 🏅 ACHIEVEMENT: remixed music for the first time 🏅 ACHIEVEMENT: genuinely enjoyed nsfw art for the first time 🏅 ACHIEVEMENT: wrote meta about nearly every single relevant item in canon 🏅 ACHIEVEMENT: started actively daydreaming about domestic fluff and happy endings 🏅 ACHIEVEMENT: unlocked 5 new kinks 🏅 RELATED ACHIEVEMENT: converted 2 squicks to kinks 🏅 ACHIEVEMENT: unlocked 3 new notps 🏅 RELATED ACHIEVEMENT: gained a notp of the same two people in a different dynamic 🏅 ACHIEVEMENT: sent over 15,000 messages about the same pairing 🏅 ACHIEVEMENT: started reading fanfiction in chinese 🏅 RELATED ACHIEVEMENT: translated fics from chinese for the first time 🏅 RELATED ACHIEVEMENT: learned 3 new slang terms for bottoming 🏅 ACHIEVEMENT: made several new social media accounts 🏅 RELATED ACHIEVEMENT: survived twitter 🏅 RELATED ACHIEVEMENT: joined and interacted in a ship server with strangers for the first time 🏅 ACHIEVEMENT: divorced an ex husband amiably