#crys' kinktober

[crystalflygeo]

Kinktober Day 3 - Oviposition ft Dan Heng (Honkai Star Rail)

Soooooooo.... this got out of hand WHEEZE as it always does when it involves dragon eggs. I'm-.... I'm just hopeless atp. Buckle up I'm about to ignore canon and pull a lot of made up shit from thin air for the sake of horny, lmaoooo. Lovingly dedicated to @moraxsthrone

This is how Tang Tang was made//HIT

At first, you aren’t sure if you heard correctly. 

Dan Heng says nothing but pointedly avoids your gaze with a healthy blush on his cheeks.

“Did you say, uh… maybe I misheard but-” You start.

“Eggs.” Dan Heng repeats. “Dragon eggs, much smaller, of course, but they… could be viable…”

“... Eggs.” You say with a blink. 

Dan Heng sighs. “Yes.” And turns around to stare and interact with a few screens. “According to some ancient records it seems, those who have fully realized their potential as draconic Vidhyadara and manifest the dragon-like characteristics and behaviors, could, in theory, be able to pass on genes and reproduce like our reptile counterparts.” 

He is still not looking at you. Scrolling mindlessly through windows of text and opening and closing tabs. He’s nervous, you know it. 

“Children.” You blurt.

“Yes, I… it’s understandable if you have reservations. There is time to consider, I don’t want you to feel obligated to anything or…”

There’s a bit of hope in his voice, your heart warms up and flutters. Children. It’s been such an accepted impossibility in your relationship. You’ve entertained the idea of adoption someday. Now there could be a chance?

You just never imagined it would involve getting railed and apparently pumped full of-

You inhale, close your eyes, and decide to speak before you think too much about it. “Alright, but you have a lot to explain.” 

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And so, he explains. In excruciating detail. 

Dan Heng seems to be pondering aloud just as much as he is trying to explain the whole process. All an educated guess, though, as he puts it. You’re working with estimations and are not sure how to feel about that but he’s put an incredible amount of research into it all and that, at least, soothes you.

Over the years you’ve seen Dan Hang in many different ways and dealt with your fair share of… interesting Vidyadhara traits. Mates? Good. Funky dragon anatomy? Very good. Being protective and territorial over you? Yes. But eggs… will definitely be new. 

Your back hits the mattress and you shiver nervously, only in your underwear. Dan Heng kisses you softly, his hand cupping your cheek. Like this his eyes have an almost ethereal glow and his long dark hair is unbound falling down his back. Teal horns crown his head, and though they aren’t new you can’t help but be amazed by them every time.

“How do you feel? Are you sure about this?” He asks tenderly. 

You’re trying hard not to think too much about your previous discussions, sneaking a glance at his underwear out of the corner of your eye, or more accurately, at the large bulge in it. 

You lick your lips nervously and nod “Yeah… yeah, sure.” 

He sighs and smooths a hand along your shoulder. “If you have changed your mind-”

“No, no! I haven’t I promise I just… I’m nervous, there’s a lot to consider and…” You stare at him for a moment and remember, he is walking this path with you, just as lost and nervous. “I love you.” You smile reassuringly. “I love you so much. I want this.”

His breath comes out in a woosh and he leans forward again to kiss you. 

It’s passionate, demanding, his tongue tangles with yours and explores your mouth and you groan, your body melting under him, hands roaming each other’s bodies. You see his teal dragon tail manifesting, swaying about excitedly before curling around your ankle possessively.     

He massages your breast, pinching a nipple between his fingers to bring it to a stiff peak, you whine and arch your back, he takes the chance to make short work of your bra and toss it somewhere along the dark room before your arms curl around his neck once more to pull him down into another kiss.

His hips buck into yours and he moans. Even through the fabric you can already tell this time something is different. 

And honestly you can’t wait. 

Your fingers hook at the edge of his underwear, teasing, and start to pull down, Dan Heng groans and helps you discard his last piece of clothing, your panties quickly joining after and this is it. You stare.

Not just his gorgeous, thick cock you’ve come to love so much but two. Two.

One is relatively normal, his shape and girth familiar despite the clear draconic hue from his dark uncut tip and soft ridges. The other slightly larger, with a pointier tip, not as strange as Dan Heng had made it out to be. The Vidyadhara had been all shy and hesitant about it, both out of embarrassment and perhaps because he was afraid it might scare you off. 

Instead, desire pools between your legs. Oh, how you want.

“A-Alright, so first I should-!!” Any other words are lost in a strangled moan as you reach out and wrap your hand around the unfamiliar length. It’s hot in your palm, thick and firm. Dan Heng hisses as you tentatively jerk it a bit, squeezing around the tip, it’s spade-shaped and neatly tapered, perfect for reaching deep and pressing on just the right spots. 

Or so you assume, won’t know until you try.

He bucks into your hand with a grunt and you stare fascinated at the leaking tip, before either of you can process it, you dark forward and lap at it. “Hng!” He tosses his head back and his hand flies to grip at your hair. 

It tastes salty, slightly more viscous and you can’t get enough of it, you gingerly kiss at the tip and mouth at it before closing your lips around the crown, it’s thick in your mouth, your hand teasing the rest of it. 

You stare up at Dan Heng, his eyes shut tight, brow furrowed and face flushed all the way to the tips of his pointy ears, he’s tense and shivering, clearly holding back from rutting into the wet warmth of your throat. 

So, you attempt to take him deeper, moaning for good measure so the vibrations drive him insane, and you’re rewarded with more pleasured noises that make your pussy clench.

“My love… w-wait-” He gasps, you run your tongue along the underside of his length. “Fuck-!” Ohhh he’s losing his composure, his grip on your hair tightening. When your other hand curls around his unattended cock, thumb swirling at the tip, he snaps. “Enough.”

You pull off with a wet pop, licking your lips and catching your breath. 

Dan Heng pushes you back with a hand and you follow easily, back hitting the mattress and spreading your legs eagerly for him to slot in. He reaches for a pillow and places it under your hips, raising the slightly, his tail now curls around your thigh. 

Your stares cross, love and lust mixing. 

“Are you ready?” He asks, his thumb rubbing over your entrance, finding you dripping wet. 

“Yes, Aeons, yes…”

He leans down to kiss you again, tender this time, there’s a sense of intimacy that warms you. How you love this man, this dragon. The way he dotes over you, the way he breathes in your scent and kisses you and holds you close, tender. 

He sinks two fingers inside you and you whimper into the kiss. He works you open slowly, reverent, pulling in and out, stretching them a bit and adding a third. You’re squirming, desperate and worked up. Nails dragging on his back and shoulders. “Dan Heng please…” 

He kisses at your neck, nips the skin there with his fangs. “Be patient, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. Please, just put it in. Breed me.” 

He stops, you hear a little growl, ragged breath on your collarbone, and suddenly the fingers are gone. You barely have time to miss them when that thick pointy cockhead is pressing against you. 

Then it sinks in, the glide slow and gentle with Dan Heng’s careful movements.  

And oh, oh- you feel him stretch you. Thick and long and so, so hot. It spears you open in the most delicious way, rubbing at your insides as he pulls out ever so slightly before fucking in deeper with slow rolls of his hips.

You toss your head back and moan. You feel so full, deliciously complete. The draconic cock settling deep inside as Dan Heng bottoms out, his balls flush against your taint and the second cock dribbling precum everywhere on your thigh and navel.  

You take a moment or two to settle, both of you, and then he starts moving. Dan Heng pulls back and rolls into you languidly, slow and deep, testing the waters. 

“So good for me… so warm and… thigh-!” He murmurs against your skin, pressing kisses anywhere he can reach. You keen, arching off the mattress and meeting his every thrust.

The air is thick and heavy, he presses as close as he can against you, your legs lock behind his back as he gradually speeds up. Your thoughts are fuzzy, blissed-out. The room is a cacophony of moans and whimpers and the sound of skin on skin. 

“I need- please- Dan Heng-!!”

The drag of his cock sets you alight, every nerve stimulated, pleasure building and building…

“I’m close” He rasps out. You’re about to tell him to come deep inside as he always does and then you remember.

“Oh.”

Dan Heng’s grip tightens in the sheets, his thrusts slow to a crawl and you suddenly feel a subtle bulge pressing against your hole. “T-that’s-�� You say breathlessly. 

An egg.

He presses his forehead against yours and rolls his hips a little more insistent, trying to ease it in “Careful now…relax for me.” 

You’re trying but the pressure is intense and you’re already so full of thick cock. How can you take more? You whimper.

“I’m-”

“You can do it.”

A dragon egg, a little dragon baby. A tiny piece of you and him joining to create something wonderful. This is why you’re doing this. 

“Almost there” His voice is a soothing balm, con contradictory to the way he ruts into you, pushing your limits. But the way his teal eyes almost glow, pupils pulled to slits, flushed and panting but so determined, staring at you with so much love. You bite your lip and cant your hips, muffling your cries as his cock slips deeper with every thrust. 

It feels like an eternity when the ovipositor slips back all the way inside, and you cry out.

Dan Heng’s thumb traces your clit and while he can’t really pull out, he fucks into you with a nice deep grind.

“Dan Heng-!” You whisper, nothing more than a debauched breathless mess. “Dan Heng, Dan Heng, Dan Heng…”

The coil in your gut snaps and you come with a scream, tears springing to your eyes and your walls fluttering around his length, easing the egg deep inside you. He fucks a few more thrusts into you and then makes a noise you never heard from him before, a sort of choked growl.

Then, he stills.

You spend a few moments catching your breath and Dan Heng nuzzles into you, kissing away your tears as you lie a full, overstimulated, flushed mess. 

“Bear with me just a little longer.” He pants, pulling back a a little to hover over you. You groan, having almost forgotten about this particular step and the promise of his other cock, the one more familiar to you. 

He eases the ovipositor out of you slowly. The egg vaguely feeling heavy and round in your womb. You can’t think straight as Dan Heng shifts against you, his other cock resting against your entrance before easily sinking in, smaller than the first, bottoming out immediately. 

You sigh.

“I… I won’t last long.” He admits.

“Breed me.” You repeat. “Our egg will take.”

It seems like the right incentive as he starts fucking into you in a frenzied pace, pressing and pulling at your insides. You sob and squirm, uselessly trying to match his rhythm. He growls, groans and tips over surprisingly quickly, filling you up with sticky cum. 

Your body sags, spent, aching, full, and so utterly satisfied. He stays lodged in deep and doesn’t move. You both take a moment to come down from the intense high. 

Dan Heng slides a hand along your tummy, smoothing the skin there and feeling the very small subtle bulge there. “Mine. All mine… both of you.” He claims.  

You place your hand on his and smile weakly.

He finally pulls out, making you groan at the emptiness, and maneuvers you both onto your sides, spooning you. He brushes at your hair and kisses the back of your neck, whispering sweet nothings “You did so well. I love you.” His hand rests on the soft curve of your stomach. The barest signs of a bump that could be easily missed. “Rest.” 

You sigh deeply, content. “Love you too…” Comes out slightly slurred. And so, you rest.

[hom3landr]

Little Miss Why So

18+

Homelander X GN!Reader

(While the song title referenced is gendered, the reader in the fic is written as gender neutral)

Very loosely inspired by the song of the same name by The Amazing Devil

“Why won’t you believe I love you if I’m not hurting you?” He says.

Written for Cozy Corner Kinktober 2024 for the prompts Crying, Biting, and possibly Magical Healing Cock?

CW: Dubcon, Toxic Coping Mechanisms, Toxic Relationship Dynamics

When he finds you, you’re sobbing. Fat tears stream down your face and drop onto the pavement below. Your eyes are swollen and sticky with sorrow and the force with which you wail stirs up bile in your gut. Rain drenches you and the cloying stench of rot from the wet trash in the alley mimics the disgust you feel for yourself in that moment.

This isn’t about him but you know he’ll take it that way. He seems to take any emotion that isn’t pure adoration of him as some personal slight, as though he’s not good enough to keep you distracted from your pathetic life and its struggles. He sees it as a competition between your world and his. You see it as your reality. You’d wanted to find a quiet place to lick your wounds alone. That’s why you escaped to this filthy alley in the first place. But he found you anyway, vulnerable and ill-prepared to handle his ego.

He doesn’t say anything. He just stands in the alleyway entrance with his hands on his hips and a cock of his head. His face is blank as he looks you over, his lip curling slightly in distaste. You know you look a mess with your nose leaking snot and your cheeks hot and swollen. You don’t say anything. You don’t have the energy. You just sniffle and wait for the inevitable blast wave.

He stays silent, the only noise is the soft patter of rain and the squelch of his boots on the wet ground as he walks toward you. He crowds you against the brick and grips your hips to spin you to face the wall. You brace yourself with your hands and he pushes in close behind you. The soft bulge of his cup hides his erection but you can tell by the eagerness with which he presses against you that he's hard. You rest your head on the wall and sigh. You don’t have the energy to reciprocate but it doesn’t seem like he expects you too.

“You look so good like this,” He purrs in your ear. It surprises you. You know you look like shit. “So pure and perfect.”

He grinds against your ass and peppers your neck with greedy kisses. His hands quickly fumble with the button of your jeans and he slides the zipper down with a hiss. His hand dives into your underwear, testing your readiness. You aren’t at all really but it doesn’t seem to deter him too much. He strokes you exactly the way he knows that you like and your body responds accordingly. You arch into his touch even though your crying hasn’t ceased. He hushes you softly.

You hear the hiss of his own zipper and he uses his knee to coax your legs further apart as he tugs your jeans down past your ass. You offer no resistance. He spits on his palm for some lubrication and strokes himself before pressing in. He goes slow but it still stings a bit without the usual extended preparation. You hiccup and whimper at the stretch but despite all his flaws, you trust him not to cause you any damage. He’s careful and strangely you find that you don’t mind the pain. It’s cathartic.

“Just let it out. That’s it. You’re doing so good.” He coos in your ear as he bottoms out. You grunt, uncomfortably full but satisfied by the distraction from your own thoughts. He doesn’t move except to resume stroking you, humming in pleasure at the way you clench tightly around him.

“I want you to cry for me until you can’t anymore. Don’t fucking stop.” He growls. You nod weakly as you allow the tears to fall freely without shame. There’s nowhere for you to hide with the way you’re pinned between the wall and his hard cock.

The first thrust hurts. You haven’t fully relaxed around him yet although you’re slick enough to take him by now. He grunts, rubbing you faster while his other hand reaches up to grab your jaw, turning your gaze to meet his. He searches your eyes for something and he seems to find it. The cold appraisal in his expression warms slightly as he leans down to lick the salt from your cheeks.

“Give it to me. Don’t hide it.” He moans against your skin as he begins to increase the speed of his thrusts. Your discomfort is quickly evolving into pleasure now at the intensity of the sensations he’s filling you with. You moan and his grips tightens bruisingly, purple inevitably beginning to bloom under his fingers. You cry out and he throbs inside you.

“This belongs to me.” He growls and his pace is brutal as he uses you.

You’re beginning to understand his fervor now. You begin to understand why he feels so entitled to your pain. How many times have you seen him at his weakest? How many times have you held him while he cried and comforted him as his shoulders shook with sorrow and self-pity? He doesn’t like uneven scales. He’s gloating, gleeful that he’s not the only weak one in the relationship.

It’s fucked up…but that’s him. How can you begrudge him when this is all he’s ever known? After all, it is helping. The overwhelm of sensation is the only thing that could have pulled you out of that headspace. You need this wake-up call as a reboot of your brain. Your mournful cries have evolved into needy moans and your hips press eagerly back into his. A kinder response wouldn’t have reached the root of your hurt. Like lancing a boil, you need him to drain the poison out of you.

He continues to whisper sweet nothings in your ear despite the way he’s fucking you as though he doesn’t give a damn whether you live or die. It’s cold and emotionless, using you as merely a sleeve for his cock. But his breath against your ear is warm and he nuzzles sweetly against your temple. You try to speak but the wind is knocked out of you every time his cock pounds against that soft spot inside you.

“I don’t want to hear anything come out of your mouth unless it’s your pathetic sobbing. That’s what you came all this way for, so fucking do it.” He pants breathlessly against your ear as he nears his release.

You do, although the tears that prick at your eyes are those of pleasure now. You’re loose and quivering around him and every nerve ending tingles with electricity. Your nail tears as you claw at the brick to brace yourself for the edge he’s quickly driving you towards.

You cry out his name and he bites your shoulder harshly, the bloody reprimand staining his teeth.

“What did I just fucking say?” He hisses before lapping hungrily at the wound and groaning darkly at the iron tang that fills his mouth. He can taste the endorphins in it and it drives him crazy.

The sudden sharp pain hurls you into a world ending orgasm and your legs give out. You almost collapse until he presses you bodily against his wall. His pace shifts into a deep filthy grind right into your spasming hole as he holds you up with his body. You wail and clench around him and it doesn’t take much longer at all until he’s spilling into you, his release leaking out of you and dripping down his balls onto the slick pavement below. He moans and whines in your ear, his demeanor shifting from cruel to needy in the span of a heartbeat.

You struggle to catch your breath, agony and delight filling your veins in equal measure. It’s perfect. It’s just what you needed. He’s just what you needed, every cruel beautiful inch of him. You don’t merely endure him. You need the sharp edges of him to keep you grounded. You need that pain.

His arms wrap around you. He peppers your sore shoulder with sweet kisses as a silent apology. You’ll need to bandage it up when you return but you aren’t going to worry about it right now. You’re content in his embrace. The two of you wait there in silence as the silver rain continues to fall all around you, causing the dirty alley to glint prettily in the moonlight. Your chest still aches but you can survive it.

“Let’s get you back home. I’ll run you a bath and have the kitchen bring you up your favorite. How does that sound?” His tone is so kind and warm, a far cry from his earlier demeanor. You still aren’t quite capable of speech but you nod.

“There you are.” He coos, and as he scoops you up into his arms and off into the sky, you slip away into a comfortable doze.

You know it’s not healthy but it’s all you have. It’s all he can give you. If it gets you results then you can learn to be content with that. So you lean into him and let the rain wash away the remnants of what ails you.

[skulla-rxcks]

Click here for K!nktober 2023

Updating as I complete each fic but the links will be out in October

Fandoms:

Dc - blue

Skz - pink

Cof -green

Copa - red

1 tentacles (Felix)

2 Stab wounds (Kizami and reader)

3 werewolf (chan x reader)

4 scratching (catwoman and Batman)

5 fuck or die (chan X reader)

6 monster fucking (nightwing)

7 needy (Han x reader)

8 cannibalism (hyunjin)

9 kidnapper (book Simon x reader)

10 yandere/stalker (chan x reader)

11 bloody suicide (Simon)

12 gangbang w guns (skz ot8 x reader)

13 pet Play (seungmin x fem dom reader)

14 costume party (hyunjin x reader)

15 under the desk (Chan x reader)

16 drunk sex (Dick/nightwing x reader)

17 mommy (changbin x reader)

18 ghost (Morishige x Ghost!Mayu)

19 dildos (Han x reader)

20 spanking (Chan x reader)

21 face sitting/body worship (Changbin x reader)

22 electrocution (Nightwing x villain!reader)

23 wholesome but bloody (Naomi x Seiko)

24 masked assault (Chan & Felix x reader)

25 somno (Chan x reader)

26 daddy (Dick Grayson x reader)

27 non con (Reader x Chan)

28 master (Nightwing x reader)

29 overstimulation (Felix)

30 knives (Chan x reader) pt1

31 vampire (Chan x reader) pt2

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Day 13: Leather

A/n: I don't know why I didn't expect people to want this one so bad but I couldn't think of anyone and was writing so I wrote for other days first, but it's here now!

Warnings: Smut, leather kink, dog walker, sub!Nikki dom!reader, ballgag, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

The smooth leather dragged under his chin, tilting his head up to look at you as you stood before him, looking down at him with a look of disappointment.

He'd finally gotten you to go to one of his shows, of course he had to dress you right; red leather skirt with slits down the sides tied with black leather lace, black leather thigh high heels one of his shirts, cropped just below your chest, barely covering you if you moved. He covered you in his leather jacket, giving you some decency in the pit.

He'd been trying to get you to go sooner but you were such a sweetheart, a goody two shoes. How you fell for him was a mystery to him and everyone else, but he was glad to have you, he'd just always wanted to see you express yourself in a more... rebellious way.

He'd watched you get dressed, seen you put on your makeup, it was definitely a turn on in and of itself; it was seeing you knock out a guy who'd gotten just a little too close while he was performing.

"You're seriously this fucking deranged, Nikki?" You asked, moving the dog walking stick over his cheek and giving him a pat. He nodded and chuckled lowly through the ballgag in his mouth, strapped just a little too tight around his head.

You'd since taken off the skirt and shirt, leaving just the boots and leather jacket. Nikki still wore his clothes from the show, all sweaty with a belt around his wrists, keeping them together behind his back.

A prominent tent had formed in his pants, you noticed it a few times as you looked him over.

You'd had sex before but it was always vanilla and, well, not this a all. But something snapped in you at that show when that guy breathed down your neck and there was no turning back now.

You took a step closer to him, holding your boot over him and stepping down on his bulge, not actually standing on him but just enough to make him squirm.

"Garbage piece of shit." You mumbled, adding more pressure and hearing him whine. You swatted him with the dog walker. "Shut up, pig."

Drool slipped past the corners of his mouth, down his chin and dripping down his neck like a dog.

You reached fore and undid the ballgag, taking it from his jaw and letting him relax it, moving it around until it felt right. You ran the dog walker down his neck and to your thigh. "Eat, mutt." He happily obliged, shifted closer to you and lapping at your folds, swirling his tongue around your swollen, needy clit.

Your legs were shaking, hands in his hair and holding him to your core as you felt a heat flowing over your body. Your voice echoed off the walls, moans filling the room.

Nikki kissed your cunt and thigh as he pulled away, you slapped him with the dog walker and pulled him back. "I didn't say I was done, asshole."

[inklore]

🩸 — 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍!

since the spooky season is fast approaching, and as a little kinktober appetizer, @psychedelic-ink and i have decided to do a little writing challenge to get us all excited and in the mood to be gripping the sheets from the spooky thrills of course.

and to keep this fun we have given you many many options! we have compiled a twelve day prompts list you can go by, or if that's not your thing we have listed twenty three different pick and choose options to create whatever kind of fic you want, even if you want to do half the days daily prompts but switch out this prompt dialogue for that au or trope or kink, you can literally do whatever your heart desires!

THE RULES.

the challenge will go on from the 19th - 30th of this month. you can do as many or as little amount of days as you choose.

any fandoms are welcome, literally any characters, ships, but please no rpf.

no minors should be interacting with let alone posting for this challenge.

dark content, light content, dubcon/noncon, is all welcomed but please tag everything accordingly. grooming, underage, and incest however are not allowed.

there are no word limits but please use that readmore.

tag #hauntedhoedown so we can read and reblog your work!

DAY ONE: taboo au + "i'll be your dirty little secret, if that's what you're into."

DAY TWO: murder plot au (lets kill this person together) + "crawl to me"

DAY THREE: inspired by your favorite lana del rey song (if not a lana fan then any fav song of yours) + stalker / yandere au or love triangle gone wrong

DAY FOUR: artificial intelligence au + "here, you are. you tiny thing."

DAY FIVE: gothic au + “worship me. until i tell you to stop.” + a masquerade au or a good ol' priest au

DAY SIX: animal shapeshifter au + "he's a monster" + "he's perfect"

DAY SEVEN: stranded au or slasher / summer camp au + sex in the woods or somewhere public (added bonus if it includes knife, blood, hunter x prey kink)

DAY EIGHT: cosmic horror au + "you're a fucking nightmare. kiss me."

DAY NINE: “do you like it when i bleed for you?” + the toxic exes trope or cult au

DAY TEN: zombie apocalypse au + "every moment might be our last, let's make the most of it."

DAY ELEVEN: black swan au or inspired by your fav psychological thriller + “they die for love, you kill for it.”

DAY TWELVE: vampire court au + "forever isn't long enough for me to forgive you."

if following the above isn't your thing and you want to pick and choose yourself that's great! we also highly rec this random generator if you wanna live life by the edge, each category has 23 options to pick and choose from so customize the generator accordingly!

AUs:

steampunk / cyber punk

fairytale retelling

revenge

mythology / monster

virtual reality

gothic

taboo (see great options here)

slasher

game gone wrong

witchcraft

addams family

bonnie and clyde

spy / secret agent

assassins

x-files

circus / carnival

hitch hiking

basement wife

time travel

urban legend(s)

american horror story inspired

vampire / supernatural

pirate / mermaid

DIALOGUE PROMPTS:

"do you like when i touch you like this? i can keep going if you want me to."

"i can see how badly you want this, so i'm going to make sure you get it." 

“this fear you feel? it won't last.”

“you are mine, whether you agree or not.”

“why do you keep following me?”

"i can't stop thinking about how perfect we would be together."

"you're not actually scared are you? of me?"

"i'm so close, can you feel it?"

"tell me what you want me to do and i'll do it, no matter the cost."

"you're like a sickness, a disease, and the only way for me to be cured of you is to let you completely consume me until my body has no fight left."

"i want to see you bleed."

"they're dead...because of you."

“i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you.”

“everything i've done.. every horrible atrocity, it's been for you.”

"it's just a little blood."

“don't you know how sick with love i am for you?”

“i would burn the world for you.”

"this is so fucked up." "you like it."

"finders keepers."

"what's your favorite scary movie?"

"tell me you want me back. tell me i'm forgiven."

"you're a monster." "that's never stopped you before."

"i've killed for you, who else can say that?"

TROPES:

mob / mafia

soft!dark

dubcon / noncon

soulmate / fated mates

mind control / telepathy

cheating

final girl

once is not enough

haunted manor

dark academia

enemies to lovers

haunted object

vengeful ghost

coven

ritual / sacrifice / blood magic

unrequited love

creation / creator vs monster

'i'll find you in every universe / century'

reverse harem

cursed / fuck or die

curiosity killed the cat

theatre phantom

fate worse than death

KINKS:

biting

corruption / authoritarian

somnophilia

begging

dacryphilia

breath play

knife play / blood play

jealousy / sharing / possessive

aphrodisiacs

hunter / prey

humiliation / degradation

mirror sex

deprivation / immobilized / bondage

costume

size

orgasm denial / overstimulation / edging

body worship

shotgunning / swallowing / facial

gagging

torture / surrender

hate sex / make up sex / phone sex

magical healing [redacted]

soft!dom / pleasure!dom

ETC PROMPTS:

a summer fling gone horrible wrong, or right

1970s porno filming (turned into a blood bath)

touch her and die except who the hell are you and why are you obsessed with me?

a trip to the circus (or carnival) ends with you stuck there...forever

you just inherited this creepy mansion where people where murdered what could go wrong?

a ritual gone wrong and now i'm bound to a demon

if 'this person' ever found out about this they would kill both of us (literally)

oh no i'm dating the town serial killer

passionate professor tells me to prove my devotion to the craft / class by doing something insane

we're the last people on the planet and you will be mine

daydreaming about being with you is better than actually being with you because i missed all the red flags and now it's too late

i got casted out of my world and ended up wounded and bloodied in your backyard, convince me why i shouldn't destroy your world out of anger

vampire has a taste for specific blood and looks like you have it

the creepy neighbor is too hot to be insane, right?

i keep seeing them in my dreams and i wake up with bruises and marks on my skin, it's definitely just wild dreams, right?

loving you is easier than hating you

got stranded in some little town that seems so cute, until night hits

'this person' ordered me to kill you but i actually think i'm in love with you

my lover is wearing the same costume as you and i can't tell the difference but i'm pretty sure it's them i'm fucking in this closet...pretty sure

confessing to a murder via a silly little ghost story around a campfire (but someone reads through the lies)

how far would you go for love? for the one you love?

in a past life you were the cause of my death so i'm here to exact revenge now that i've found you

we're at a fun little horror movie reenactment except people are really dying

we tried to make this writing challenge as fun and very 'choose your own adventure-like' as much as possible because we know how hard it is to stay motivated when doing these things.

so please feel free to use any and all of the prompts, tropes, kinks, etc as you wish. we're just super excited to see what ya'll come up with!!

so good luck and stay slutty spooky <3

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 16: Spanking

warnings: spanking, smut, jealousy, age gap, daddy kink, vaginal fingering word count: 0.6k pairings: Dante x Fem!Reader teaser: “Listen to me,” he says. “I’m in love with you. Got it?”

dividers: @adornedwithlight

taglist: @saotoru, @cherryblossombankai, @sindulgent666, @chilichopsticks

You’re so wild with him. A young thing that almost seemed to fall right into his lap. A junior devil hunter that was good friends with his nephew. Dante wonders often if he’s in some sort of prank show with the way you got so attached to him.

As you two spend even more time together, Dante notices two things. You truly do love him and you are genuine in your devotion to him, but you are also the jealous type. You’re the person who will pout whenever a cute girl looks at Dante. And despite him always trying to reassure you about it, you can’t help it.

Especially when it comes to Lady. Dante seems to notice how you’ll just cling to him, kiss him all over whenever Lady shows up. At first he was very happy to showcase the love he gets to the person who constantly liked to poke fun at him for his lack of luck in love. But soon, Dante noticed how it seemed to be a game for you.

Lady caught on very quickly, and she tried her best to be your friend or just to get along with you. She didn’t want you to be jealous of her at all. In fact, she was very happy for Dante. She was proud of him for finding someone who loves him this much. So she gently mentioned it to Dante.

Who mentioned it to you…

You pleaded with him, telling him you were just being affectionate. But the next time she came around, you got exceptionally clingy. Sitting on his lap, pressing kisses to his neck. Lady leaves after giving Dante the cut of the pay from the latest job, and then this is when Dante gets frustrated.

“Didn’t I tell you to stop being so jealous?!”

Your eyes widen when you look up at him and see anger in his eyes. You try to defend yourself, but it’s too late. You played with fire one too many times. Dante grabs you and lays you down on his lap.

“Since you can’t behave like a good girl, daddy’s going to have to punish you.” Dante says, flipping up your skirt.

You cry out the minute his hand makes contact with your ass. Even with your panties covering the skin, it still stings. Dante smirks when he spanks you again and again. He really enjoys the fact that there’s a wet patch forming on your cute little panties. You’re enjoying this.

Then he pulls down the underwear, leaving you bare. You squirm to try and get off his lap, but he has a tight hold on you. Two of his fingers plunge into your pussy without warning, and you let out the cutest little moan. Dante feels his pants get tighter the more he pumps his fingers into you.

“You’re such a bad girl,” Dante snarls. “I think you need to be punished some more.”

He pulls his fingers from you and continues to spank your ass. Once it’s all red and raw, he rubs it slowly. Dante can see the way you’re just sniveling from all this punishment. He then sits you on his lap, smirking at the way you wince at the pain.

“Listen to me,” he says. “I’m in love with you. Got it?”

You nod, but that’s not good enough. He grips you by the cheeks, pulling you in for a deep and loving kiss. You’re left breathless and your heart racing. He smirks at how cute you’re being right now.

“Got it?” He asks again.

You nod. “Got it. I understand. I love you.”

“Good girl. Don’t pull that crap again, or else daddy will have to punish you again.”

reblogs and comments always appreciated!

©actuallysaiyan 2024– do not repost on other platforms, copy, translate or edit my works!

[macabr3-barbi3]

Welcome to Kinktober 2024 everyone!!! I'm so stoked to be part of this with a group of such amazing and talented writers- you can find the Masterlist for the Coven right here, where everyone else's phenomenal works will be compiled and updated so you know what's on the menu and what's already been served 😈

thanks to the coven for letting me be a part of this super exciting month 😁 @hazelfoureyes @minkdelovely @sugoi-writes @synamartia (who made the stunning banner above), as well as my beloved @fraugwinska who made all of my work banners bc she is a gem and I love her 💗

Summary: Vox owns a club, Val insisted on putting a gloryhole room in it. Imagine his surprise when two unexpected guests show up on either side of a wall

Maybe Vox should have been paying a little more attention to the cameras at the entrances, rather than watching Valentino try to recruit more whores (on his dime) at the bar. His short-circuit during a fight with the Radio Demon the other day had perhaps played a large part in six of Val’s actor’s getting flash-fried during a pool shoot, and he was trying to get back into the moth’s good graces; he had given him the company credit card, got him a new Carmine angelic gun, he had even agreed to the suggestion of putting a fucking gloryhole room in the back of his new club. His eyes had hardly left Val all evening, and it wasn’t until he noticed a familiar screen malfunction from his peripheral that he realized who had entered his club undetected and slipped into the very room that had made Val’s anger with him diminish.

Maybe if he had been watching anything besides Val he would have seen Alastor’s shadow slip in through a window to let him in the employee entrance and walk unbothered to the room with the holes in the wall.

As soon as he noticed he choked on his tongue, hacking up a lung as well as he could without turning away from the feed. It really was fucking him- the screen was glitchy but he could still see the red of his suit and his fucking hair, that goddamn cane that he rested against the wall in a position that made it seem like it was staring directly into the camera back at Vox.

What the fuck was he doing here? And more importantly- which side of the wall was he on?

Because fuck if he remembered what system Val had set up for determining which side of the wall was for sticking your cock through and which was for the warm hole on the other end. He thinks he deleted it from his drive as soon as Val mentioned it, so thoroughly unconcerned with anything but appeasing him that he hadn’t bothered to listen. And he’s cursing himself now, as Alastor divests himself of his coat and removes his monocle.

He could go down there, Vox realizes. He could put himself on the other side of the wall of Alastor, and Al would never know. Vox would know though, and it would fuel every jerk-off session for the rest of his afterlife. He hadn’t thought Alastor was interested in this sort of thing, had never even fucking considered that it was a possibility beyond his fantasies back when they were still friends. He stands, ready to zap into the cables for the short trip across town when the door to the other side of the room opens.

And twice in less than five minutes Vox feels like he’s low on oxygen, because no fucking way was that Lucifer.

He lets himself plop back down into his chair, wishing he had moved faster... but curious now as to where this would go- it was no secret that the king had almost as much beef as he did with Alastor. Maybe if he let this play out he could use the footage down the line as leverage- blackmail Lucifer, humiliate Alastor, maybe both depending on how desperate they were to keep the video under wraps. There’s a conversation happening on the screen, but he doesn’t care so much about that, can’t pick up their hushed voices anyway. He starts focusing again when Lucifer strips his shirt off and starts to undo his belt, a golden flush beneath his skin as he pulls out his cock.

A moment passes, then two- Vox isn’t sure he’s even breathing anymore as he waits for the next move, for confirmation of which side of the wall was which. His head drops back against his chair with a regretful groan when Alastor sinks to his knees, hands pressed against the thin wall that bisects the room, his mouth open and waiting. 

Lucifer wastes no time, dragging his fist up and down his shaft twice before he feeds it through the hole, hips pressed flush to the wood and hanging tightly to the handles that Val had insisted on installing. He resolves to focus more on Alastor- the whole thing was recorded anyway, he could always screen an encore- who presses a soft kiss to the tip of the king’s cock before licking down his length, his eyes appearing to flutter from what Vox could see through the distortion. The movements of his tongue are long and languid, like he’s savoring the taste of it between every swipe, fingers curled into claws against the wood.

It could have been him at the other end of that worshipful mouth. The thought wails in his head like a dying animal as he watches one of Alastor’s hands come down from the wall to palm between his legs, finally coming back to the tip of Lucifer’s dick and taking it into his mouth.

“Fuck,” Vox finally hears the microphones pick up, and it has to be Lucifer because Al’s mouth is now full of cock. “Fuck, that’s so good.” His hips buck forward and Alastor’s moan is muffled but still staticky enough to make the audio crackle in Vox’s ears. “Come on, honey, you can take a little more.”

Was that an error message crossing his face? Maybe- he dismisses it with a subtle shake of his head, unwilling to take his eyes off the screen for even a moment as Alastor heeds the king’s words and takes more into his mouth, the hand in his lap fumbling with his buttons to free his own cock and fisting it with a whimper and slow, even strokes after he shoves his pants below his ass, shirt falling down to cover him in the back. Vox is following him before he can even think about it, his hand diving down his pants and taking himself in hand while he watches Lucifer close his eyes in ecstasy, panting harshly against the wall.

“Baby,” Lucifer gasps, and who knew the King of Hell was one for pet names with anonymous sex? “Oh fuck, that’s it, fucking perfect- ohhhh…” His moan trails off as Alastor leans further forward, taking more of the king’s cock into his mouth, and fuck, Vox can see the bulge of it down his fucking throat as he sinks down, nose pressed to the soft, curly hair at the base. His own prick twitches in his hand, and Vox gives it a couple of pumps in time with the slow bobbing of Alastor’s head, tip leaking and easing his way as he jerks to the sight on the screen before him.

After a few minutes of this, Lucifer pumping slowly in and out of the warm, wet cavern he’s been presented with, Alastor pulls back- his eyes are teary, voice absolutely ruined when he speaks, and his cock is weeping with precum where he holds it in his hand. “Please,” he says, just loud enough for the mics to pick up, and he’s smart enough to leave the static filter he usually has off so the person on the other side doesn’t recognize him. “Please, more-”

“I’ve only got so much to give you here, sugar,” Lucifer remarks from the other side, a cocky smirk in place. “I might have something to help you out though, s-sweet thing,” he stutters out, as Alastor takes him to the hilt again. Lucifer’s eyes flutter shut, his brow creased in concentration as he snaps his fingers. A golden portal opens on either side of the wall; on the King’s side it’s just about level with his shoulders, and for Alastor…

For Alastor it was behind his crouched figure. Lucifer releases the handle held in his right arm and slips his hand through the portal, coming out the other side and petting a hand gently down Alastor’s spine. Alastor jerks at the contact, his eyes going wide and panicked for a moment before Lucifer offers him a couple calming shushes. “Don’t worry, I can’t see anything,” he promises. “I just thought I’d offer you a hand- you’re welcome to turn around and check if you want.”

Alastor’s whole body shivers, his ears twitching on top of his head before he appears to concede. He pulls off the dick for a moment to mutter, “if you make me regret this, I will eat you,” and then he’s back to choking on Lucifer’s cock like it’s the most important thing to him in the world. He doesn’t even turn around to make sure he was telling the truth.

“Unholy fucking shit,” Vox whispers under his breath as the pale fingers of Lucifer’s hand bunch Alastor’s shirt up, exposing the soft curve of his ass and the hidden fluff of his tail. Another snap and they’re dripping with lube before he brings them to the cleft, moving too slowly to be doing anything more than rubbing at the puckered entrance with the pads of his fingers. Vox was cursing himself for skimping out on the cameras back here- he should have done with the ones on the track that he could shift around the room, because he was at the point that he would give up his entire empire to get a better view of what was going on down there.

Already, Alastor was louder; his whimpers echoed in the bare room, his hand moving faster against his own cock (a rhythm that Vox found himself imitating without conscious thought). Vox can tell when a finger actually enters him, his whole body jerking at the contact before his hips start pushing back against the intrusion.

Over the noises that Alastor was making, Lucifer kept a steady stream of spewing from his own mouth as he slowly worked another finger in. “Fuck, so tight- wish I could fuck you, angel, you’re so good for me. Bet you’d feel fucking perfect- just like your throat, fuck,” he hisses, his hips snapping forward, his fingers thrusting at the same pace. “Shit, you’re gonna make me come- tell me what you need, baby, want you to finish with me.”

Alastor pulls off his cock with a pop, his guard evidently down enough -finally- that there was no distortion on the screen; Vox could see with stunning clarity the tears that ran down his cheeks, the flush of his face, how unfocused and fucking needy he looked from having a dick in his mouth and fingers inside of him. “More, please, I’m so close…” His own erection is straining, precum drooling from the tip over his fingers, and the sight has Vox’s mouth watering, something in his head crackling at the sudden excess moisture.

“Whatever you say, darling,” Lucifer chuckles, and he guides himself back into Alastor’s mouth with a hard thrust of his hips, fingers pistoning with sudden intensity that Al clearly wasn’t expecting if the cry he lets out around Lucifer’s cock is any indication. And Lucifer seems to be very familiar with where the prostate is, because Vox can tell when he hits it dead-on. Alastor’s entire body trembles, hips bucking forward and back with every brush of Lucifer’s fingers against that sensitive spot, his muffled noises growing in volume and desperation. “Fuck, fuck, I’m- oh fuck, cumming,” Lucifer mutters, hip held tightly between his teeth as he throws his head back with a harsh groan. Alastor stays where he is, throat moving as he evidently swallows all that the ruler of Hell has to give him before he spills over his own fingers with a muffled shout. 

Vox doesn’t even get to see the aftermath of it. He comes so hard across his desk that he blows a fuse in his head, connection to the security system short circuiting and causing the entire grid to go dark.

📻🍎📻🍎📻🍎

While Vox dealt with the whole city block of the club being offline, Alastor used his shadows to shift to Lucifer’s side of the wall, peering up at the camera that no longer held a blinking light. “How long do you suppose until he reaches out to one of us, mon ange?” He asks, sliding an arm around Lucifer’s shoulders to pull him to his chest.

“Hard to say,” the King replies, snapping his fingers to open a golden portal for them to step into, back to the hotel. “I’d say a week, just so he has time to jerk off to the footage before he bargains it away.”

By the time the club powers back up, Vox’s eyes searching desperately to see if either of them were still there, Alastor’s echoing laugh had faded from the room.

[acradelius]

KINKTOBER '24 IDEAS

I've decided that I'm going to try and participate in this year's Kinktober event to try and get some motivation back for writing. I might not do a piece for every day, maybe every other day or three, in order to not overwhelm and burn myself out.

Here's some ideas that I've come up with by far :) Once again, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

I. "One Of Your Wives"

Inspired by "One of Your Girls" by The Weeknd

FANDOM - The Walking Dead

PAIRING: Negan Smith x Female! Reader

SUMMARY - Reader is taken by Negan as a result of a compromised trade. Expecting to be rescued not too long later, Reader rejects Negan's offer of becoming one of his wives. Yet, as time continues passing by without any attempts of being rescued, becoming one of Negan's wives is becoming more appeasing by the day, not that Reader would admit it.

II. "Video Message Incoming"

FANDOM - Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (2019-2023)

PAIRING - Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Female! Reader, Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female! Reader, (Essentially) Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Female! Reader x Simon "Ghost" Riley

SUMMARY - While having some downtime on a mission Soap proceeds to check his phone, seeing that he has some incoming video messages from his best friend, Simon, who's on a break from missions. Let's just say that Simon's been taking good care of Johnny's woman while he's been away.

III. "Rattlesnake Trail Bridge"

FANDOM - Far Cry 5

PAIRING - Jacob Seed x Female! "Rook"! Reader

SUMMARY - Rattlesnake Trail Bridge. It's the place where Jacob Seed goes to indulge in a drink or two whenever the stress of Eden's Gate becomes too much. A nice, quiet place, solely for him. That's till one night he comes upon Reader, Hope County's Junior Deputy, in his spot with a drink as well.

IV. "Extended, Deleted Scenes"

FANDOM - Fallout (TV Series)

PAIRING - Actor! Cooper Howard x Actress! Co-Star! Female! Reader

SUMMARY - Cooper Howard's career has definitely gone downhill since doing those advertisements for Vault Tec, making him somewhat desperate and taking on whatever roles and scenes that he can. When offered a chance to make extended scenes for "A Man from Deadhorse", Cooper agrees, but soon finds out that it's definitely not what he thought, especially with his favorite co-worker involved as well.

V. "Strobing Lights, Snorting Lines"

FANDOM - Mass Effect (Mass Effect 2, Specifically)

PAIRING - Thane Krios x Female! Engineer! Reader

SUMMARY - Thane's been tasked with locating and bringing back Reader to the Normandy in order to retire for the night to continue on with the next part of the mission to fight the Reapers the following day. Managing to locate them amongst the crowd of intoxicated partygoers, Thane comes to discover that his crew mate isn't as innocent as he had believed. Yet, with a little bit of convincing, he finds himself not only indulging with a piece of the clubbing experience, but also in Reader as well.

[josephseedismyfather]

Kinktober 2024 - Dirty Talk

Evangeline & Joseph 💛

Hey friends! It's been a minute since I've been able to share some writing. I had grand ambitions to complete an entire Kinktober list, and I still think I will, it'll just take longer than I was hoping. Shouldn't be surprised, I am the world's slowest writer.

Will be throwing under the cut, because MINORS DNI. This isn't as heavy as it could be. But still. Please do not interact if you're a minor.

Prompt from this post.

"It's just... I miss you," Evangeline purred over the line, a melodious song that resonated in Joseph’s chest even through the cheap handset. He squeezed his eyes shut, picturing her face. Her beauty was an ethereal thing, a delicate balance of innocence and fire, her deep blue eyes reflecting a captivating and slightly unnerving strength.

"God guides us," his voice a gravelly rumble, "We are all connected, Evangeline. Even when we are apart."

"I know, Joseph," she replied, a breathy sigh escaping her lips. "But it's been so long since we’ve seen each other…" Her voice was like honeyed wine, intoxicating. He could feel it starting to work its way under his skin, could hear the tease in her tone, the way she knew exactly what to say to stoke the fire that burned just beneath the surface.

He said nothing, though a pulse of heat throbbed in his chest. A flicker of desire he tried to extinguish. The memory of the last time he touched her burned brightly, his body tightening as he thought of how soft her skin was.

“Mmm,” she hummed softly, her voice low, as though tasting his discomfort. “Always so composed. Always so in control. But I bet, if I were there with you…you wouldn’t be.”

Joseph’s breath hitched despite himself, eyes falling shut once more as he tried to center himself. She was temptation incarnate, and she knew it. His silence only seemed to embolden her.

But her voice was seductive, reaching him in ways that sermons and scripture never could. "You don’t have to resist, you know. Not with me. I just want you." The last word lingered in the air between them, thick with promise, with sin. "Don’t you ever wonder what it would be like to give in? Just once? To let yourself feel something other than duty?"

His jaw tightened, fingers curling around the receiver, knuckles going white. He shook his head, though she couldn’t see it. "I cannot."

"I think you’ve been dreaming about me. Thinking about me. I bet you think about my lips when you close your eyes at night. About what I could do to you if you let me."

He imagined her, naked and trembling beneath him, her dark hair fanned across the pillow like a raven's wing. The heat rose in his throat, making it impossible to swallow. "Evangeline, please," he pleaded, his voice hoarse. "Don't tempt me with such things."

"I'm not tempting you, Joseph," she said, her voice a silken caress. "I'm simply asking you to be honest with yourself."

He clenched his jaw, her words a firestorm in his mind. He wanted her. He wanted to be consumed by her, to lose himself in the heat of their embrace. "Evangeline," he whispered, a guttural rasp. "I..."

"Do you feel nothing for me?"

A wave of longing washed over him, so powerful it almost knocked him off his chair. "Of course I do, Evangeline," he breathed, his voice rough with restraint. "You know this."

There was a smile in her voice now, teasing, tempting. "You want to. You know how good it would feel, Joseph. To let go. To let me have you." Her voice dropped to a near-whisper, and every word seemed to stroke the fire he tried so hard to keep buried. "I bet you’d be so… hungry for it. All that control you hold so tightly, it would just… melt away. I bet I could make you feel things you’ve never allowed yourself to feel before. All you have to do is say the word."

Joseph’s breath came a little quicker now. He could feel his resolve slipping, just a little, like a stone beginning to roll down a hill, picking up speed. "Stop," he said, his voice quieter now, coarse around the edges. "You don’t understand."

"I understand more than you think," she murmured. "I know you’re tired of being the Father all the time. Of holding everything together, of always having to be so… perfect. It must be exhausting. Just imagine, for once, you let yourself be free. Imagine my hands on you, my lips… Imagine me doing everything you've been thinking about but refuse to say."

A shudder ran through him. He could picture it now, too clearly. Her touch, her lips, her body against his… He felt the heat rise in his chest, burning away the last vestiges of his control. His mouth was dry, his pulse pounding in his ears. He had been holding back, but not just words. Desire, temptation—things he had buried under the weight of his duty. His mission required absolute control, and yet here she was, prying open the lock he had sealed so tightly.

He turned away from the window as if the sight of the compound could tether him to his faith, his purpose. But it was her voice—sultry and knowing—that filled his head now, drowning out the righteousness. He inhaled sharply. "I am not a man to be swayed by lust," he muttered, though the words were starting to sound hollow, even to him.

Her laughter was soft. "Oh, but you are, Joseph. I can hear it in your voice. You think about me, don’t you? How I’d look, kneeling in front of you. You imagine me with my lips around you, don’t you?"

Joseph closed his eyes, letting out a slow, controlled breath, though it did little to steady him now. The images her words conjured were sharp and vivid. He could see her, just as she described—on her knees, her lips parted, teasing him with those soft, full lips. That pink lipstick she always wore, smudged against his skin. He swallowed hard, fighting to keep his composure.

"You’re trying to lead me astray, woman," he said, his voice harsh now, nearly trembling. His resistance was thin, fraying at the edges.

"I’m not leading you anywhere you don’t want to go," Evangeline whispered. “I want to feel your hands wrapped in my hair, your fingers wanting to pull me closer as my lips brush against the tip of you, my tongue circling, eager for a taste. I want you to lose control with me."

"Stop it, Evangeline," he choked out, his voice gruff with a hunger he couldn’t hide.

“Stop what, Joseph? Stop making you think about how my hips would squirm being so close to you? Stop making you consider how my fingers would trace those scars on your stomach?” she asked, the question a dangerous game. “It’s all I think about when I’m away from you, Joseph.”

He felt his heart pounding in his chest, the beat mimicking the rhythm of his desire. “I…” he started, the single syllable a surrender, a declaration of his longing. He leaned back against the chair, a shiver of anticipation snaking down his spine. Letting the sensation wash over him, he pictured her as she spoke. His body hummed with need. “Evangeline,” he breathed, her name a sigh on his lips, the weight of it heavy on his tongue.

She knew. He heard it in the rustle of her breath over the phone, in the knowing inflection of her reply. “Joseph, my darling.”

There was a pause, a long silence on the line, as Joseph wrestled with himself. "I want you. I…I need you." A confession.

The words came out a low growl, torn from somewhere deep inside him, a place he had locked away for so long. And as soon as they were spoken, a floodgate opened.

A soft gasp, her breath quickening on the other end. He could almost see it—her eyes wide, her mouth trembling, her body yielding to his command.

“I would wear my hair down for you. I know you like that,” Evangeline whispered, barely able to contain herself. “Perhaps we’d be in your office, hidden from prying eyes. Me, on my knees, looking up at you. You can see the devotion I have for you.”

His pulse pounding in his ears, Joseph shifted in his chair.

She pushed on. “My hands tugging your shirt from your pants, cool fingers against your stomach. Your ‘lust’ scar. Don’t you want to show me your sin, Joseph? I’m beginning to wonder if it’s true.”

The pout at the edge of her voice immediately made him hard, his erection straining against the zipper of his pants. “Go on.”

Her laugh was teasing, with a hint of victory. “I’d unbuckle your belt, push your pants down just enough to touch you. Wrap my fingers around your cock. Don’t you think my nails would look so pretty as I stroked you?”

Her words were like a siren's call, pulling him toward the forbidden depths of his desires. His hips pushed up into his hand before he realized what he was doing, yanking it away quickly.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Joseph could hear the smirk in her voice, “my lips would be on you quickly. Pressing kisses along you before I take you within my mouth. Your eyes on me as I slowly take all of you, inch by inch, until I can’t take anymore. Moaning around you, my mouth so wet and warm and begging for you to fuck it. You would, wouldn’t you?”

Her voice a smoldering ember, Joseph groaned, losing himself in the details. He didn’t trust himself to speak.

“You would. You’d gather my hair in your fist and push hard into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat,” her moan was quiet but unmistakable. The tension between them crackled like a live wire, sparking and burning through him.

Her laughter was low, and wicked, sending a shiver through him. “I’m so wet just talking about it, Joseph. I want to feel your hands on me, rough and demanding, pushing me down, holding me where you want me.”

The images her words painted were so visceral that he could almost feel her body giving in to his strength. His voice was thick with desire, trembling with the weight of his need for her. "I want to see you, hear you, feel you. I want to take you apart piece by piece until you're begging for more."

Her breath caught on the other end of the line, and he could feel the power shift, feel her own control slipping away now, just as his had. The game had turned, and for the first time, he was the one in control.

“Joseph,” Evangeline breathed, the sound of his name on her lips like gasoline to the fire already blazing inside him. “I want you to take me apart.”

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[crystalflygeo]

Kinktober Day 4 - Humping (an object) ft Neuvillette (Genshin Impact)

I wrote this in a horny haze, I wasn't myself don't loOK AT ME DON'T PERCEIVE ME BYE. (You, I blame you, you know who you are //aff)

Short puffs of breath come out of your parted lips. 

Your hands claw at his robes, his spats. There was something incredibly erotic about being fully naked, on your knees, staring up like a little eager pet at the Chief Justice of Fontaine, pristine as ever wearing his full regalia.

Even kinkier that you were in his office at Palais Mermonia. 

Oh, but that wasn’t the extent of your depravity…

You bite your lip to muffle the soft little whines that threaten to burst, hips moving back and forth, twitching, keeping a staccato rhythm as you rub your pussy on his polished black cane. Trying to get the angle just right to stimulate your needy clit. 

“Mmmm…. ah…”

Neuvillette wasn’t very sure of the appeal at first but now as he looms over you, he understands. His throat dry, jaw tight with a closed expression, yet his eyes burn with a fierce intensity, his desire barely hanging on a thread.

He catches the scent and then the sight of your slick glistening along the length of his cane and almost growls, a soft rumble on his chest. His grip tightening on the object’s handle.

You close your eyes and toss your head back, back arching.

“F-ffuck…”

“Language, dear.” He says before he can even think. His voice is deep and hoarse. 

Neuvillette tilts the cane slightly to tease your folds with the tip of it and you stutter and moan, eyes widening. “Y-yes sir…” You blurt out.

He narrows his eyes. That gone already? “Enjoying yourself, my nymph?” 

You nod, rutting frantically against the sleek object. “Yes, yes… always… wanted to do this.” Your thoughts are fuzzy, head swimming in pleasure.

He tsks. “How indecent.” 

You whine.

It goes on for a little while, your legs starting to get sore, your hips tiring and yet you’re more worked up than ever, all hot and bothered, shivering and frustrated.  

“Sir… please…” You pant.

“Hm? What is it?” He sees you stop, chest rising and falling with rapid breath, your perky nipples tantalizing.

“Please… fuck me. I need you inside me.” 

“Tired of your little indulgence already? You got yourself in this predicament.”

Oh he wants to see you beg. 

“Please, please please please, ruin me, fill me up… I need you.” 

he raises the end of the cane up closer to him, the scent of your arousal intoxicating. He runs a gloved finger along the shiny surface, gathering some of your juices, and licks at it, you whimper and squirm. “Such a waste… very well, then” Neuvillette dismisses the item with a wave of his hand, it disappears in a rain of sparkles. “Bend over my desk.” 

[cherryblossombankai]

Day 8: Praise Kink with Nero 

Warnings: praise kink, hand job, flustered nero

Tag List: @pixelcafe-network, @actuallysaiyan, @sweet-chocolate-sweet

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Your voice, so sweet and tender, rings through your apartment as he finishes putting your bookshelf together, “Good job, Nero!” 

Such a simple statement, yet his cheeks are flushed as though you’d walked across the room and grabbed his ass. He rubs the back of his neck in an attempt to hide his shyness with boyishness. 

“It’s nothin’ really,” he shirks off the praise. 

“Awh, I didn’t know you were so easily flustered,” you tease him when you notice the color on his cheeks. With a click of the tongue, he turns away from you and busies himself with cleaning up the packaging. He’s shaving plastic wrapping into the box, muttering under his breath that he needs to get his shit together. 

“Want me to take this to the dumpster on my way out?” he asks. 

“That would be great!” You smile and before he knows it he can feel your breath on his neck. “You’re so sweet. My hero,” you coo.

His pants feel just a bit tighter, and he hopes you can’t see the way he’s squeezing his eyes shut to try to once again ‘get his shit together.’ 

“Cut it out,” he scoffs. 

“Cut what out?” You wrap your arms around him from behind, hugging him close and resting your head on his back. “Can’t I tell my boyfriend how cute and adorable and sweet he is?” 

“N-no, I don’t need to hear all that,” he shivers. 

You fake pout as your hand moves down his toned tummy then underneath his shirt. Your fingertips brush through the snowy white hair leading into his pants. He groans softly at the feeling. 

“But you’re so perfect,” you giggle and nip at his neck. “Such a good boy.” 

Just hearing those two words make him weak in the knees. You shove your hand down his pants and palm at his cock. 

“Say it again,” he whines. 

“What?” 

“You know…” 

“Good boy?” 

His cock twitches against your hand. 

“Oh! What a good boy,” you giggle. 

[itsraven0v0]

KINKTOBER DAY 3

- cross dressing -

Just a sketch, might complete em later.

Huge men in slutty dresses is now my favorites gender.

BTW which one do u like to see finished? :3

[skibasyndrome]

someone pep talk me that my sex (alleged) ficlets don't need to get emo all the time 💀💀💀 I've already started two prompts that got away from me and ended up with Wille crying like. it's KINKtober not TEARtober, my god

[marchessa]

This year I'm writing for Kinktober/Smuttober again. See the collection here.

Just like last year, I will post one shots and ficlets during October using various prompts and kinks.

Hope you will enjoy them. As always, check the tags before diving into a story!

Shame on me for writing these, and shame on you for reading these! Happy October! Happy reading!

Fics on AO3:

🍂 A Morning In The Frathouse

🍂 Someone's Getting A Promotion

🍂 Let's Get Physical

🍂 Posture Training

🍂 Collar Around My Neck Feels So Nice

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Last edited: 2024.10.17. 19:02 PM

Due to the tragic news within the 1D fandom, this concludes my Kinktober/Flufftober collection this year.

I can't write, and I do not wish to publish anything I previously written.

My heart is bleeding. This whole situation wasn't supposed to go this way. I wish it turned another direction. But it didn't. And it's painful.

If you need someone to reach out to, to talk or complain or cry, I'm here for you.

I'm crying like a fool myself.

All the love,

M

🖤❤️🖤

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 6: Impact Play/Villain

warnings: impact play, dark themes, smut, demon trigger, monster fucking, angst, unprotected sex word count: 0.5k pairings: Vergil x Fem!Reader teaser: Even if you wanted to move, you wouldn’t be able to. You shudder when you feel the long tongue soothing over the wounds.

dividers: @adornedwithlight

taglist: @saotoru, @cherryblossombankai, @sindulgent666 @chilichopsticks

Seeing him cause so much destruction was breaking your heart. You wish you could reach out to him and make him see that he is still so worthy of your love. The more he destroyed, the more he crushed, the more he was breaking your heart.

Watching him lose control of his own sanity was making you cry. For so long, you fought to keep him by your side. You hadn’t known Vergil for long, but the impact he made on your life was monumental. Together you tried to heal from your respective pasts, but he couldn't keep going with his pain.

His devil trigger form looks at you, and he quickly rushes over to you. You're pinned to the wall before you even know what’s going on. His tail comes up to wrap around your neck. You squeak as it begins to squeeze on your airways. You’re struggling to catch your breath as you look at your lover.

“V-Vergil…”

Your clothes are torn off by his large claws. They nick you, leaving blood to drip down your body. His devil trigger growls loudly, leaning in to lap up the blood. You are frozen to the spot. Even if you wanted to move, you wouldn’t be able to. You shudder when you feel the long tongue soothing over the wounds.

“I…I’m sorry.” 

Your eyes widen when you hear him speaking to you in that distorted voice. Then you feel something prodding at your entrance. You reach out to cling to him as he impales you on his cock. There’s a lot of resistance, causing you to beg him to stop. You look at him tearfully, begging for him to slow down.

“Sorry I can’t…” The distorted voice says.

He pushes even more into you. He growls as your tight walls begin to flutter around him. You swear you can see stars dancing in your vision. He begins to pound himself into you, causing you to scream and moan his name. There’s warmth coming from him as he fucks you relentlessly. You cling to him as if he is the only thing keeping you together at this moment.

Then he transforms back into himself. You see the tears that are in his eyes. He captures your lips in a sweet kiss. His forehead leans against yours as he pumps his hips slowly.

“You keep me sane, and I hurt you. How can I keep hurting you like this?”

You cling to him as he picks up his pace once more. The pleasure builds more and more and more. A startled cry erupts from you as your orgasm hits you hard. You shudder as Vergil pumps into you harder and faster. His teeth sink into your neck, drawing blood. You feel warmth filling you up; shots of thick seed fill you.

“You always show me softness…how can a beast like me be soft?”

The devil trigger is before you once more, grabbing you with its tail and flying off with you in its clutches. You want to believe he will be gentle with you, but something tells you that it won’t be perfect.

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©actuallysaiyan 2024– do not repost on other platforms, copy, translate or edit my works!

[macabr3-barbi3]

Quackpot (RadioApple- Ducky Ball Gag)

OH MY GOD this has been such a wild ride! I'm so excited to have been a part of this and gotten to collaborate with such talented and amazing people- please go look at everything else we've done over the course of Kinktober on our beautiful Masterlist by the lovely @synamartia. Another living shoutout to the wives @fraugwinska (who has made me one more stunning banner) @hazelfoureyes @minkdelovely @su

With no further delay, for a Happy Halloween- the ducky ball gag fic!

Summary: Lucifer makes a bet with Alastor, who doesn't think to question the verbiage. Tags: questionable bets, rimming

“I don’t know why you insist on using those portals of yours,” Alastor tells him one night, sat at the bar for a drink. Husk had already retired for the evening, Angel Dust was nowhere to be seen, and Charlie and Vaggie were out for a date, the first in a while with the craziness that had been the Hotel for some time now. Alastor had assured the princess that he would look over the place, and it had been quiet enough that he found himself agreeing to Lucifer’s offer to join him for a drink. They didn’t often meet in public spaces alone together, just in case- they opted to keep their burgeoning relationship to the confines of their respective suites, having not decided that it was time yet to alert everyone to their changing feelings.

No one would have thought that something akin to romance had blossomed between them- least of all Lucifer. But they were here now, their evenings spent together between either set of their sheets whether the activities were carnal or not. Sometimes he just laid there with his head on Alastor’s chest and ran his fingers through the soft fur that coated the demon’s body, glad for the moments between them that were soft and quiet; not a king and a sinner, but two people appreciating one another’s company.

Other times, like now, Alastor insisted on pushing his buttons even when there was nothing to be gained from it. “What do you mean?” He asks, though he knows the conversation is bound to become one of Alastor trying to one-up him in some way. That, at least, had never changed as they grew closer.

Alastor waves a hand dismissively. “They’re so slow,” he says, his cheeks tinted with the effects of the alcohol and his speech absent of the staticky filter that he usually adorned. “Why, with powers such as yours one would think that you could simply teleport- travel via shadows, the likes. But you insist on the portals that take time to open before you can even step through.”

Lucifer rests his head in his hand and watches Alastor with a soft smile on his face. “I happen to like the portals,” he says, and Alastor waves him down again.

“Yes, but sometimes efficiency is more important than preference, yes?” He gives Lucifer a knowing smile. “I’d go so far as to wager on my shadows being able to get me to the bedroom before you!”

Lucifer pauses at the wording- Alastor knew better than anyone that phrasing is key when making any sort of deal, and a bet fell into those rules as well. “I’m game,” he says carefully, and Alastor’s ears perk up. “What are your terms?”

“Oh, I was merely poking fun,” he says, trailing a finger down Lucifer’s arm. “But if you’d really like to test it, I’ll indulge you, darling. You’re welcome to think of a prize for the ‘winner’ if you’d like.”

Lucifer grins, and with a flourish of his hands he presents something that he had been working on in secret- a rubber duck with thick black straps that came off the sides, meant to be affixed to one’s head to hold their mouth open. It had really been a joke item, created on a whim from a teasing inquiry from Angel Dust about whether a rubber duck could be a suitable ball gag in a pinch. Alastor had been busy with Overlord business, and Lucifer…

Well, Lucifer had a lot of free time on his hands when Alastor wasn’t available.

Alastor’s eyes narrow when Lucifer shows off the rounded end that went into one’s mouth. “First one to your bedroom wins,” he says, holding his other hand out to shake, “and the loser has to wear this for… oh, let’s say at least an hour.”

He can see the gears turn in Alastor’s head- not evening considering the possibility of his loss, most likely, and instead picturing Lucifer with the thing in his mouth, petulant and cross and unable to speak for an hour. He knew it was enticing, the idea of shutting him up with one of his own inventions.

The angel himself hadn’t initially had any plans on using it with his lover, but Alastor did love to run his mouth. And he knew the blush of humiliation that would grace his face the whole time would be stunning.

Lucifer resists the urge to cheer when Alastor takes his hand and shakes it with no questioning or edits of the words he had spoken. “Very well, my dear- I suppose I shall see you in a moment.” His grin is wicked, self assured as he fades into the murky shadows beneath him and vanishes.

Once he’s gone, Lucifer allows himself a single loud whoop! of excitement before he stands and steps-

Straight into Alastor’s bedroom, reality merely conforming around him to put him where he needs to be, which is just close enough to Alastor’s bed to take a seat. The surge of satisfaction he feels when Alastor slips under the door with the shadows- mere seconds after having been in the bar- is immeasurable, and only grows when he spots Lucifer lounging on the edge of his mattress.

“Impossible,” he says, and Lucifer definitely doesn’t chuckle at the look on his face at being bested. “You- where is the portal?” He demands as he stalks closer, and Lucifer runs his hands calmingly down the sinner’s arms.

“I didn’t use the portal- that wasn’t part of the deal.” He grins when Alastor’s jaw drops, realizing he’d been had. “I prefer the portals, but I have faster ways to travel- they mess up my hair,” he adds with a wink, using a hand to slick back a stray hair that had escaped his neat quaff.

“You cheated,” Alastor huffs, but Lucifer can tell by the blush that graces his cheeks that he knows the bet is done- and Alastor had lost. “Clearly the implication was that you would use the portals.” 

“You of all people know how important the wording of a deal is- that you didn’t think to correct it is on you.” He takes Alastor’s hand in his, tracing his fingers over the palm before releasing him and presenting the ducky gag, straps held aloft for Alastor to see. “Let’s get that timer started, shall we?”

To his credit, Alastor offers no resistance. He sits on the bed and opens his mouth wide, allowing Lucifer to insert the rounded end to his mouth and affix the straps around his head, carding his blackened fingers through the soft red strands as he does so. He makes sure it’s tight, and magics a timer to hover beside them- when Alastor tries to scoff out a noise, the duck wheezes out a loud squeak!

The effect is immediate: Alastor’s face goes as red as his hair, eyebrows creased in delightful embarrassment that Lucifer decides right away that he wants to keep right where it was. He had forgotten about the noises it made, but now he had the potential to make this particular win so much more entertaining. A jackpot for both of them.

“How embarrassing! You’d think a fawn would bleat but this is even better- the big, bad Radio Demon; all squeaky and cute,” he says delightedly, and Alastor’s glare is red hot and burning. He turns to straddle Alastor’s thighs, arms resting casually atop his shoulders and letting a cocky smirk take over his features. “I wonder what else I could do to get this guy to make a little noise,” he says coyly, tapping lightly at the beak of the duck.

Alastor rolls his eyes, and Lucifer takes it as a challenge; he tangles his fingers into Alastor’s hair and grinds his hips down in the same motion, resulting in a lovely quack from the duck when Alastor bites down in an attempt to stifle the sound. He also feels the beginning of Alastor’s sizable erection growing beneath him, hot and hard already from the minor stimulation Lucifer had provided. Alastor’s eyes narrow at Lucifer’s actions, his antlers thickening atop his head at the challenge that’s being presented.

Lucifer coaxes him to lay on his back, pressing soft kisses to his skin as the king slowly unbuttons his shirt, letting his long and agile tongue squirm along the line of the scar Adam had left on his dear. He was rewarded every now and then with a poorly repressed squeak from the duck, and Alastor’s blush spread down his neck and chest with every one. Lucifer dismounted the Sinner’s lap to remove his trousers, curling a hand over his swollen cock and giving him a couple firm strokes.

SQUEEEEEEEEEAK

The noise the duck makes rises in pitch at the end, and Alastor’s hands fly up from being twisted in the sheets to cover his face, the duck peeking out underneath like it was mocking him. His ears were flat against his head, limbs trembling when Lucifer leaned down and licked a stripe along the turgid flesh in his hands.

“Come on, Bambi,” Lucifer coos, and Alastor parts his fingers enough to shoot him a glare- one that held such frustrated humiliation and a promise of revenge that he felt his own cock harden, still trapped in his slacks. He runs his fingers in broad, curious strokes over Alastor’s lightly furred thighs, muscular and thick.“What do you say we make another bet, huh? You last until the timer goes off and you can pick the prize- anything you want.” He sees Alastor’s crimson gaze dart to the hovering timer, which Lucifer turns so he can see the remaining forty-some odd minutes counting down. An eyebrow quirks alongside an inquisitive quack from the duck, and Lucifer smiles fondly at the question he knows Alastor is asking. “If I win? We get to use this again.” He reaches up and delicately traces the straps of the gag with his fingers, feeling the heat of Alastor’s face under his touch- his cock twitches pressed into the fabric of Lucifer’s pants. “Deal?”

Alastor rolls his eyes but nods, taking his hands from his face to reach for the buttons of the King’s shirt; his eyebrows crease when Lucifer leans away, trailing his fingers back down Alastor’s body, digging into the flesh of his thighs before slipping underneath them and pushing.

The Overlord sits up on his elbows, a series of noises escaping the duck as he does. “This okay?” Lucifer asks sweetly, one arm braced on the backs of Alastor’s thighs to expose his ass, his cute tail whipping back and forth across the covers, and the force of his groan is so strong that Lucifer can feel it vibrate down his whole body. He doesn’t protest or try to move away though, waving his hand in a ‘get on with it’ motion, and Lucifer tries not to let his excitement be too obvious as he leans in and swipes his tongue across the clenched muscle laid bare before him.

They didn’t do this often, even though they both enjoyed it immensely. Alastor would get too into his head about the way he sounded, often muffling himself into a pillow or biting his arm to suppress it, despite Lucifer telling him in no uncertain terms that he thought the noises Alastor made were the sexiest things he had heard in his existence. 

It seemed with the ducky gag in place, he had no such reservations. As Lucifer worked the dark bud until he could push his tongue inside, all he could hear from the deer was a series of soft squeaks, drawn out squeals of the rubber noise maker inside the gag, the occasional loud QUACK when he bit down hard as Lucifer brought a hand up to stroke his cock in an attempt to secure his victory.

He knows all the tells of Alastor’s body, and he brings him right to the brink twice fucking him on his tongue, easing off the first time and chuckling into the plush skin of Alastor’s cheeks when his hands are forcibly removed the second time before he can reach the edge. He eats Alastor out with vigor, thrusting his tongue hard into the hole that has softened for him, pliant and eagerly clenching around him. Alastor’s fingers are tangled messily into his hair, pulling at the golden strands as he fights back the rush of pleasure. Lucifer ruts his own cock into the bed, erection straining and leaking against his pants. He has no idea how much time has passed as he moans into Alastor, who squeaks through the duck in return.

He can feel the tremble in Alastor’s thighs as he approaches his release when the timer rings above him, the clinking of metal loud in the room as the ducky gag magically unfastens, a noise from the duck trailing off into one of Alastor’s rough, gravelly groans. He twists his fingers hard in Lucifer’s hair, dragging him away from his ass and back onto the bed.

“It would seem the victory is mine this time,” he says, his voice wrecked from the noises he had been making behind the gag. He presses his hips insistently into Lucifer’s, who snaps his fingers to remove his clothing and prepare himself in one magical motion. He feels the hot head of Alastor’s cock against him, teeth nipping dangerously at his ear. “And naturally, dearest, I intend to collect my prize immediately.”