#kinktober 2020

[definitelynotaminion]

After four solid years of working on this series, here we are! Finally at the finish line! All that's left is Day 31: wildcard, so I'm super stoked and wanting to include my friends in this since they've supported me along this cracky, cracky journey...

I had to write sporadically since even I, prince of porn, must be in a certain headspace to write smut in general, much less kinky, filthy smut.

I started this series on October 02, 2020. On Ao3, the "Kinktober is 20/20" series, where I've been grouping these fics, is 82,269 words. I created a new pseud for this series, so that readers could differentiate my more serious works from the shameless hentai. I tested myself, wrote to the fullest extent of the kink, tested the boundaries of what's hot and what's not, and decided to be utterly shameless. Some pieces I love. Some, I can't believe I wrote, let alone published.

It's been a great, wonderful time.

From what was meant to be a series of unrelated one-shots exploring depravity, a number of actual series emerged.

A crumb or more - Where I joke that someone holding Sasuke down and fucking some sense to him might have prevented him from leaving the village, and then write Time travel!Sakura to do just that-- only it turns out surprisingly wholesome, with ot3 team seven time skip as a sequel. Astonishingly one of my favorite verses

King of the World (if I wanna be)- A series where Izuku gets a sex quirk. Stunningly, this is not a unique phenomenon for kinktober. I wrote more than one universe where Deku gets a DIFFERENT sex quirk. Amazing. In this series, he has a subtle mind control/hypnosis quirk that's like a "notice-me-not" spell, projecting an aura of "nothing to see/be concerned about" that lets him get into all sorts of mischief. It also serves to explain why Kacchan is Like That™-- literal years of being exposed to an uncontrolled "don't worry about it" quirk that prevents him from worrying about the consequences of his actions. It has six fics and is 23,447 words.

Love on top (baby it's you)- A two-part series where Sasuke is actually trans and not just Magically Given a Pussy for my own enjoyment (and yours).

Puppy Plays- Probably one of the most depraved series to come out of this experiment. MIND THE TAGS if you go here. When I wrote the first fic, I had to be cajoled for days to actually post it. When I wrote the sequel the day before yesterday, I posted it without any editing so I could hurry up and do my college homework, utterly unashamed. It's puppy play and it's noncon, Bakudeku (Dark Izuku).

And most recently, Konoha "Omega Verse" (Team Hole), which is not actually alpha/beta/omegaverse. It's just a free use/sex AU where one member of each team is designated as free use/fuck whenever and explores the social reality and worldbuilding of such a dynamic. Naturally, I chose Sasuke. For spice, the team omega uses a jutsu to give them a vagina, and any non-vagina-owners on the team use the reverse to get a dick. This keeps things nice and simple for the "use a member of your team like a flesh light for stress relief" agenda.

Describing these is wild. It's kinktober, though. Kinktober's gonna kink!

Aside from the series that developed, there are a number of one shots that were actually good. My personal favorite is probably the Shikamaru fic where everything actually is safe, sane and consensual-- all the way through a gangbang where he gets to be a pillow princess.

Honorable mentions: the Sakura/Hinata fic where Hinata is jealous of ot3 team seven and Sakura shows her a good time; my first foray into actual omegaverse, with Kiribaku (cute); these two hot wing (dabi/hawks) fics that actually have really nice writing and icarus vibes; an actually wholesome bakudeku fic where they're pro heroes and pass OFA back and forth with bloody kisses after a fight; and some post-canon wholesome team seven ot3 where they'd rather make out then go to a dinner party.

-

Now: the wildcard space. I've considered continuing one of the favorite series. I've considered finding a different kinktober prompt-list and finding one that wasn't represented in my original list. I've considered making a poll of entirely friend/tumblr submissions of ideas.

I want it to be fun! But also a big finale to wrap up this series I've spent four years of my life on. I feel like it has to be so kinky, so ridiculous, and so much fun that it neatly showcases what kinktober's all about-- or at least, what it has been all about, for me.

In light of that, and me still decided, feel free to send in ideas-- ship ideas, opinions, random thoughts, kinks you'd like to see, a kink I already used that you'd like to see more of--- the sky's the limit. I just want to do this with the input of the people who have read and enjoyed the series, and the input of my friends who have supported me along the way. And thrown things at me. And squealed. And blushed. You know who you are.

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Voyeurism

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Loceit (Logan x Janus) Day 8: Voyeurism Warnings: Voyeurism, getting caught masturbating

Janus didn't expect hearing such explicit noises coming from Logan's room. He had almost missed it, initially, when he was walking by. But he had managed to catch a moan. He did a double take, when he realized who's room he had just passed.

He backed up, noticing the door was open just a crack. How unprofessional; Janus would have expected Logan to at least be smart enough to close the door.

He had peaked inside, not expecting to see Logan bouncing slowly on a dildo. He still had a shirt on, but his tie was untied, just hanging loosely around his neck.

Logan's face was flushed, and his eyes were screwed shut. Despite the fact he was hardly moving, he looked to be in heaven.

Janus wasn't surprised. It only made sense that Logan got off very rarely, and was therefore more sensitive. How cute.

He stood at the door, continuing to watch as Logan bounced on the toy, enjoying the moans and whines Logan let out. He felt his own cock twitch in his pants at the sight, and he bit his lip. He could go back to his room and get off, which would be the smarter option, or he could stand here and get off to the sight of Logan.

Or...

Janus quietly pushes open the door, before quietly shutting it behind him. He then clears his throat.

"Well, isn't this a sight," he begins, watching as Logan's eyes snap open. He sinks fully down on the toy, but he keeps grinding against it, seemingly desperate for friction. Janus continues, "It seems you accidentally left the door open."

"Absurd," Logan responds, almost immediately. He's panting quietly. "I don't do things accidentally."

Janus raises an eyebrow. "You left it open on purpose, then? Were you just hoping someone would walk by and catch you?"

"I was."

"Shameless, aren't you. And rather kinky-"

"I'm not kinky."

Janus tsks, strutting up to Logan and quickly grabbing his chin. He firmly tilts Logan's face upwards, bringing their faces close together.

"Oh, Logan, you and I both know that's a lie."

Logan's the one who ends up closing the gap between then, desperate for human affection, or just human contact in general. He knew what he was doing leaving his door open - of course he did. He was hoping someone would walk in on him - he was hoping someone would catch him. Both due to the thrill of being caught doing something so unlike him, and the way he felt when that person inevitably touched him.

As Janus was doing now.

He had released Logan's chin, and his hands had begun roaming over Logan's body. It felt weird, because of Janus's gloves, but Logan was just desperate for any contact in general.

Janus's tongue slipped into Logan's mouth, Logan moaning at the unfamiliar feeling.

He got off occasionally by himself, sometimes finding himself randomly aroused, or stressed and in need of relief. But he had always craved another person. He'd never admit it, of course, because then he'd sound stupid.

Logan sat up on his knees, both trying to deepen the kiss and get off the toy, but Janus's hands are on his hips in an instant, and his roughly forced back down.

His back arches as he lets out a high moan, nails digging into the fabric covering Janus's arms.

"Janus?" Logan asks, questioningly, his face flushed. Janus raises an eyebrow in response, a smirk on his face.

"Yes?"

"I thought you were-"

"Going to fuck you?" Janus chuckled, hand coming to hover in front of his lips as he did so. He glances at Logan's pathetic looking figure, eyes shining. "No. I'd much rather sit here and watch you get off. It's such an alluring sight."

Of course, he'd love to see Logan beneath him at some point, but that was best saved for a later time. Right now, he just wanted to watch, and maybe tease Logan, as he fucked himself on that toy.

Logan's cheeks turn a bright red, causing Janus to raise an eyebrow. Embarrassment, perhaps?

Janus takes a seat on the bed across from Logan, watching him expectantly with a smirk on his face. Logan dares to glance down, and he notices that Janus was clearly hard in his pants.

Logan clears his throat, looking back at Janus. "Are you sure you don't want me to help you with-"

"I'm sure," Janus cuts him off, at Logan swallows the spit in his mouth. Is he too shy? The little nerd, the one who wanted to get caught, too embarrassed to keep going.

"Are you too flustered to continue, Logan?" Janus purrs, words more meant to tease than to accuse. Logan swallows and shakes his head, before shakily lifting himself back up, and slamming himself back down, letting out a loud moan as he does so.

He definitely seems more hesitant now that he knows he has an audience, but he was still horny and in need of relief, so he kept bouncing on the toy.

Janus watched him intensely, watching as Logan let out a moan every time he went down, how his hands toyed with himself, and the way his eyes would look at everything but Janus.

How cute.

Logan slowly began bouncing faster, a single bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. He didn't do things like this often, so he got a bit of a workout from this. He was spurred on by Janus's groans and moans as he palmed himself through his pants, eyes never moving anywhere but Logan.

Logan's face was flushed a light red as he moved a bit faster, moans continuing to spill from his mouth. His head rolls back as he lets out a whine, and his back arches as he sinks down one final time, moaning as he comes.

He sits up and pushes the toy away, before sitting back down on the bed. He looks at Janus, who's face has a light dust of pink on it.

"Enjoy watching?" Logan asks, panting slightly.

Janus is quick to nod. "Very much so. Does your offer of helping me out still stand?"

Logan nods, and shuffles closer.

[alicetallulaafterdark]

Kinktober 2020 - October 2020 - Day 13 : In Public - 13.10.2020

My contribution to the Kinktober 2020 prompts list by jbbuckybarnes

Day 1 : Handjob / Day 2 : Eating Out / Day 3 : Thigh Riding / Day 4 : Choking/Spanking / Day 5 : Daddy Kink / Day 6 : Blindfolded / Day 7 : Blowjob / Day _ : Voyeurism / Day 9 : Accidental Stimulation / Day 10 : Knife Kink / Day 11 : Restraints / Day 12 : Fingering / Day 14 : Sixty-nine / Day 15 : Size Difference / Day 16 : Toys / Day 17 : Begging / Day 18 : In the kitchen / Day 19 : Threesome / Day 20 : Edging / Day 21 : Phone Sex / Day 22 : In the Shower/Tub / Day 23 : First Time / Day 24 : BDSM/Rough Sex / Day 25 : Caught masturbating / Day 26 : Orgy / Day 27 : Praises Kink / Day 29 : Dirty Talk / Day 30 : Mutual Masturbation / Day 31 : Dressed-Up

Day 13 : In Public - Nickroe - 13.10.2020

I decided to go with Nick Burkhardt/Eddie Monroe from Grimm !

Done using ink pens, graphite pencils and an acrylic paint pen

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter NSFW post

(reblogs are unavailable until I scan and edit the drawing and put it through Nightshade)

[sonofcelluloid]

daniel, wake up, my love, i’ve a most important development to share. something called kinktober has commenced, a digital ceremony of sorts. beloved, you are going to want to read these documents. they are putting your cervix through the most dastardly of situations. exquisite, is it not? these mortals— they paint their tales of our courtship in such vivid color. i’ve already made a list of their most ingenious conceptualizations we might add to our bedroom repertoire. one for each night of the month, don’t you think? to honor the traditions

[blckbrrybasket]

8. “Oh Honey”

Kurt Kunkle x Fem!Reader

꒰First Time + Domination꒱ - 914

• use of a condom, pathetic Kurt, dom!reader

kinktober m.list

Kurt being a virgin was not a surprise nor was the fact that he wanted you to be his first time. It was an honor to have someone wanting you to take their virginity. You were originally going to be gentle until he begged for you to show him the ropes which devolved into him begging for you to be in charge. He didn’t directly beg you to have the power, but he basically sat there a mess making you take the reins, moaning blissfully as you used him.

Kurt’s hands shook around your hips, your own hand catching two fingers on your clit. You tilted your head back and moaned at the feeling, Kurt watching you through barely open eyes. He was forcing himself to watch you, wanting to see your reaction as you fucked yourself on his dick. One day he’d be the one making you moan like that, but not today.

It was obvious you were trying to push him over the edge and get him to come as well as yourself. That was Kurt’s thought until he jolted when you came, your walls clenching without a warning. It was so warm and slick inside you that he nearly came. Kurt gripped your hips again, about to finish when you completely stalled your movements, leaving him hanging. 

Even with you still around him it was nowhere near enough. He just needed you to keep bouncing on his cock so he could cum. It was so unfair! Kurt whined your name, grabbing at your hips as you scoffed. Your pussy relaxed again after your orgasm, Kurt’s own orgasm being too far to reach.

He sobbed, going past words and logical thinking. “Please!” Even your slow grinding wasn’t enough. It only kept your cum soaking his dick. You chuckled, your fingertips trailing along the curve of his chest as you watched his desperate attempts to achieve release. 

You loved the power you held over him, your desire to draw it out overwhelming your need for his gratification. Kurt’s cock throbbed inside you, still twitching. "I love watching you squirm," you rasped, voice filled with amusement. Your fingers gripped his shoulders, giving a squeeze and holding him in place. "But you know what? I think you need a bit more of a challenge."

You pulled your hips up slowly, leaving only the tip of Kurt’s cock within you before suddenly dropping back down. Kurt yelped, arching up pathetically. Your pace remained torturously slow but brutal, each thrust measured and deliberate as you relished the way Kurt whimpered and twitched inside your cunt. Your fingers traced teasing patterns along his sides, your touch never giving him enough to satisfy. 

"You're going to have to work for that release, baby," you murmured, breath hot against Kurt’s ear. With a wicked grin, you dipped your head, capturing his nipple between your lips and sucking. Kurt choked, nails digging into your hips. “What?” His voice came out clipped and whiney. 

You alternated between playful nips and languid licks. Your tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, drawing out sweet moans from his throat. Kurt had no clue you could do that to a guy, assuming it was only for girls. “Work for it,” you repeated, muttering against his chest.

Your hips rolled against his as you savored every feeling, barely giving anything. Kurt bucked his hips up, cheeks flaming, “Like that?” You nodded, tilting his chin down with your fingers pinched on his chin. “Good boy,” you leaned back up. A broken moan escaped Kurt’s lips that cracked his voice when he thrust up again. 

He wiggled forward with a sniff, his body begging for release but instinctively flinching back in sensitivity. “I’m good,” Kurt repeated back. His head shook before he nearly jumped when you purposefully clenched around him. “Yeah, you’ve been good,” you cooed teasingly, a hint of sweetness bleeding into your tone.

“But I want you better than good. I want you to be perfect.” Your grip returned to his shoulders, fingers digging into his muscle. When you felt the shudder from Kurt’s body and how he desperately thrust up, you knew you had him exactly where you wanted him.

Leaning forward, your lips brushed against his earlobe. "I want you to beg for it," you whispered. Every time Kurt thrust up you would clench your pussy, sending electric shocks of pleasure coursing through Kurt’s body. Your movements were controlled no matter how much you were working yourself back up again. 

You loved taking him to the brink of insanity before granting him the release he sought. Each move sent him towards his impending orgasm as he worked for it. “Please, shit please,” Kurt begged in a hushed whisper, eyes pleading.

If he didn’t look so sweet you would have denied him, but it was his first time so you took mercy on him. You met his hips, beginning to bounce on his cock as he whimpered. Kurt’s hands flew from where they had been firmly planted on your hips to cover his face. Strangled whines tumbled from his lips as his hips jerked haphazardly, finally spilling into the condom. “Oh, oh,” Kurt fell into repeating your name like a chant as he arched up again, coming far longer than you thought he’d be able to. He bit his lip, whining loudly when you stopped moving, panting heavily. “You okay, baby?” You checked on him, hands rubbing his chest as he nodded deliriously, utterly pussy drunk.

tags: @babybatlover, @starrgurl46, @wowzers-07, @nenukkjhj, @morgan0lw21, @kinokomoonshine, @slut4ddn, @adventures-of-impala

[honey-flustered]

Kinktober Day 11: On Camera

Kurt Kunkle x Streamer/OF!Fem!Reader

Summary: Kurt wins a contest to meet his new favorite streamer. Little did he know there’s more to this contest than he’d ever anticipated.

Warnings: 18+ smut, loss of virginity (m), overstimulation, unprotected p in v sex, girth god Kurt, multiple orgasms, p*ssyjob, oral sex, sweetthansour!reader, humiliation kink, livestream sex

Kurt reread the congratulatory email with a wide smile on his face. He couldn’t believe he’d won a night of gaming with you! And all he had to do was answer some very personal and invasive questions such as what his kinks were, test results, and whether or not he’s a virgin. Maybe that’s what the new streamers are doing nowadays. Whatever it takes to draw in the viewers, he guesses.

Nonetheless, this is going to be a great opportunity for him. Not only does he get to play alongside one of his favorite female streamers but he gets to advertise his own channel. Even better…if he were to beat you in any game, your fans would surely flock to him.

Kurt could hardly sleep last night a wink last night, thoughts consumed with what he’ll do with his newfound fame. When he received the text message for your location, he practically catapulted into bed, rushing over to his closet for the best swag to wear.

“Dude, you are not fucking wearing any of that lame shit in your closet to see LatteBunny,” Bobby scoffs, dumping a backpack of clothes from his personal closet onto Kurt’s bed. “You’re so lucky I won’t let you go looking like an idiot because if I were a dickhead, I’d have ruined your chances with her. It should’ve been me winning the night with her.”

“I’m not even sure how I won.” Kurt says, rummaging through his options

“I know why. It’s because I wasn’t allowed to enter so they had no choice but to pick the lesser of the losers,” Bobby says with a scowl. “Soon as I turn 21 in like 4 years and she hosts another one of these contests, I’ll be in there like swimwear.”

“What do you think of this?” Kurt asks with a spin reveal. He sports a black graphic T-Shirt with white sweatpants. “It’s like chill enough to where it doesn’t look like I’m trying too hard but also it’s swaggy.”

“Of all the things here…” Bobby trails off with a frustrated sigh. “If you like it, I love it, dude. Whatever.”

“Will you and your followers be watching the livestream together?” Kurt asks with hopefulness. The more viewers, the better.

“Hell no, I’m not trying to get demonetized or traumatized.” He shudders.

————

Kurt gives an anxious knock on the door to your airbnb, shifting back and forth on either foot. Once the door swings open, Kurt’s jaw nearly falls to the ground when he sees you. God, you’re even prettier in person and it’s enough to make his knees buckle. He swallows hard, holding out a bouquet of flowers as his eyes drink in your form. You’re wearing a seamless black lace bodysuit that accentuates your curves; revealing but not enough to where he can see you fully nude.

“Are those for me?” You ask, clearly smitten.

He nods, absentmindedly.

“You’re so sweet…and so hot,” You reach a hand towards him as you step closer. He flinches a little, your succubus aura making him feel weak. You notice this and gently take his hand to soothe him. “Sorry, I hope I’m not making you nervous. I’m really nice once you get to know me personally.”

“A-are we on camera?” Kurt asks.

“Not yet,” You reply before biting your lip, looking him up and down. “I wanted some alone time with you first…if that’s okay with you.”

Kurt was a little disappointed but also really glad. He’d hate to have looked like a beta male in front of the viewers, especially so early in the visit.

“It’s cool.” He says.

“Great! Come in,” You grab his arm, dragging him inside. “I’m really excited to get to know you, Kent.”

“It’s Kurt,” He corrects, trying to keep up with you. You’re so fast despite being in heels. “Like my socials @/kurtsworld96.”

“Oops, I’m so sorry. My manager must’ve read it wrong on your questionnaire,” You seat him at a mini bar before locating a vase for your flowers. You head behind the counter of the bar and begin to mix a drink. “Hope you like sex on the beach.”

His eyes widened. “Oh, yeah. T-totally. I’ve had sex in all kinds of places. Especially on the beach. It’s one of my top favorite spots actually.”

You giggle. “You’re so funny, Kurt.”

He wasn’t sure what was so funny but as long as he got to make you laugh, he must’ve been doing something right. Usually girls found him to be quite bizarre but you’re just as nice as you are pretty. Not to mention how intoxicating you smell.

Kurt leans in as you busy yourself with the drinks, he takes a sniff of your blueberry scent and lets out a shaky sigh. You turn to look at him and he expects you to curse him out for it but instead you lean closer over the counter, allowing him access to your scent and your tantalizing cleavage.

“It’s a new scent I’m trying, ya like?” You ask.

“Yeah, it’s really good. If you were a vape flavor, I’d definitely hit.” He says.

“That’s comforting to know,” You say, finishing up the drinks and putting them on a small tray. “Could you take these over to the conversation pit over there? I’ll be right behind you.”

“I’m on it,” Kurt obliges, taking the tray to its destination. The pit is reminiscent of the 70s; a large colorful area with geometric shapes surrounded all around by one large sofa. He notices the camera set up and the game console and he gets excited. It’s indeed a stylish place to play.

He removes his shoes before going down the small steps and setting the tray on the coffee table. “This place is badass. Very artsy.”

“I know right,” You reply, sounding far away. “It’s got some Norman Rockwell and Andy Warhol influences in there. It’s exactly why I chose this place so I can just admire the aesthetics while we enjoy ourselves.”

“Sick,” Kurt agrees, admiring the place. He registers your presence when he feels the seat beside him sink a little. You already have your drink in hand, his drink in the other outstretched towards him. “Thanks.”

You clink your drinks together and while you take your sip, he takes a big gulp before immediately coughing.

“Too strong?” You ask.

“Nah, it’s perfect,” He refutes. “In fact, I wish it were stronger.”

You scoot closer to him, thigh in contact with his and it takes everything in him not to hyperventilate.

“You look so tense. You really don’t have to be so shy. I’m just a normal girl.” You say softly, running your acrylic nails up and down his thick thigh like a cat. “How about we play some music—That should help, yeah? What do you like to hear?”

“I-I actually dj a little. Make my own songs.”

“Ooo, do you?”

“Mhm. I can do house music, electronic and dance, remixes…ya know the whole nine.”

“Don’t keep me waiting. I’d like to hear,” You hand him your phone and he fidgets with the device in search of Soundcloud, typing his profile and clicking his latest work.

The song blasts from the speakers, pumping it with the vibrations running through the both of you.

“What do you think?” He calls out over the song.

“It’s music alright.”

“It slaps.” He says with a smile, dancing a little. Next thing he knew, your lips were on his. He could only stay frozen as you move your mouth against his before parting.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” You ask with a teasing smile.

“How’d you know?”

“It’s written all over you, hon,” You laugh. “My question is…why me?”

“I don’t…understand.” He whispers, voice suddenly unable to project. You’re taking his breath away!

“Why’d you sign up for the contest?”

“B-because you’re my favorite streamer and I want to play with you.”

“Aww, am I really?” You cup his cheek. “Most guys are afraid to admit they like watching girl streamers.”

“Women, men…we’re all the same.”

“You do know that this was a contest for LatteBunnyAfterDark—my onlyfans page not the gaming channel, right? You won the night to fuck me on cam.”

He chokes on his drink. “Oh…I’m so sorry.”

“What for? You’re cute as fuck,” You brush his hair from his eyes. “I’m not sure I feel comfortable taking your virginity. That should be reserved for someone you truly care about. And a moment that intimate shouldn’t be broadcasted to thousands of people.”

“I-I’m okay with that. I want to lose it. Take it. You can have it. You’re already so special to me, remember? You’re my favorite streamer.”

“Hmm,” You fake ponder, acrylic-donned pointer finger against your chin. “I don’t know. Maybe we should ask my followers what they think.”

You saunter over to your tripod and hit record on your filming device. “Evening, my horny little jackrabbits, as you can very well see I am here with the winner of my contest, Kent from Kentsworld.”

“It’s Kurt from Kurtsworld…96.” He corrects once again, confused how you’ve already forgotten.

“Right! Well it turns out, Kurtie here is a small dick little virgin boy. Aren’t you, Kurt?”

“W-well, I…I’m a virgin but my cock is like super-huge. Like I’ve had girls turn me down because I’m so big. That’s why I’m a virgin.” He explains.

“What the fuck is that god awful sound?”

A viewer message chimes on screen read by a chat-to-speech bot.

“I know right. Ouch,” You laugh, sticking your fingers in your ears. “Kurt says he’s a DJ. Totally not lying; wink, wink.”

Kurt feels his cheeks flushing. He’s angry and humiliated and yet he still wants to fuck you.

“He wants me to pop his little cherry, jackrabbits,” You pout in feigned sadness. “But I don’t take virginities from followers because I want you all to lose yours to someone you all care for.”

Kurt looks over your shoulder, reading some of the passing messages. Most of them envy him and that gives him some pride.

“I’d want to lose it to you, my goddess.”

“It should’ve been me not him.”

“He is not HIM.”

“But I don’t know…I’d hate to leave someone when they’re in need. And he did win my contest. So…should I do it? Do I fuck him?”

The chat is going crazy with donations and followers sending in their suggestions that range from ungodly to practically demonic.

“Let him play a game against you. He loses, he goes home a virgin. He wins, he fucks.”

“That’s a splendid idea,” You praise, clapping your hands together. “My followers are actually so smart when the blood in their bodies decide to redirect its attention from their tiny cocks to their even tinier brains. Just for that, me and Kurt are going to make this a really good show.”

And then the two of you were gaming on camera and things did not go as Kurt planned. All night he couldn’t sleep thinking of the way he’d show himself superior to her in gaming. All night he thought of the many fun ideas he had planned for his new followers but now here he was being humiliated by you over and over again. He’d lost 6 games by now and that should have been the end. But when Kurt offered an all or nothing game you couldn’t resist.

Every now and then you’d seduce him enough to where he could barely keep his eyes on the game, wanting to watch the way you jumped up and down during every little victory; the way your full breasts would bounce or your ass would jingle in that damned bodysuit.

He should’ve lost the last game for sure. You were clearly upping your distractions except when he saw the winning words displayed on his screen, he couldn’t believe his eyes. In fact, he was so shocked he rubbed his eyes repetitively to make sure.

“Looks like you won,” You immediately fall to your knees in front of him. “Guess you can finally collect your prize.

Kurt is stiff in position, controller still in hand. The sound of his music still blasting as he tries to focus on that to keep from fainting.

You stroke him over his boxers a little but he continues to hold back his sounds. You remove the last barrier and his girthy cock springs out of its confines, bobbing side to side.

“Oh my god, look guys…he’s actually a cervix punisher. I’m going to be ruined,” You laugh and he groans at your nickname for his dick.

“T-told you. You probably want to run away, too.” Kurt rasps.

“Uh-uh, baby, I never back out of a challenge.” You lick the base of him and he whines, jumping high enough to make his heavy dick plop down against your face for a moment. You laugh some more, stroking him until his sticky pre-cum seeps from the tip. He really is so funny.

You lick the mushroom head, closing your lips around it to suckle before pulling off. He trembles beneath you and you snake a hand underneath his shirt, stroking his hairy tummy and chest for comfort. “Relax, Kurt, lemme make you feel so good. You deserve it for being my biggest fan.”

“It’s…a lot.” He says, out of breath.

“I know, baby,” You coo. “Let’s play another fun game? Each time you cum before we actually fuck, you’ll cum double that inside of me.”

Before Kurt could speak, your mouth was fully around him again. You’re professional; bobbing, twisting, slurping and gagging—he’s a complete mess. He’s sobbing out loud, large hands in your hair and tear-filled eyes are rolling into the back of his head.

Messages go off as they both curse and encourage Kurt for his time with you. But for the first time Kurt couldn’t care less about the followers or going viral, he’s getting the best head and soon he’s going to be inside of his favorite streamer.

He shocks himself when he cums down your throat, gasping for air and wriggling under you. You don’t pull off until he’s begging and pushing you away from him.

“Mmm, who knew virgins tasted this sweet.” You moan, licking your lips. “That’s twice you’ll be finishing inside me by the way.”

“I don’t think I can.” He whines.

You pull off your bodysuit, slowly letting him watch your every move. His hard member stirs up again, standing proud. “Sure, you can. Look how much he wants to please me.”

You crawl over him pulling off his shirt, hands on his hairy chest that’s matted down by sweat. You’re both in a position where the cameras have a good closeup of the action. They’ll get to see the moment Kurt enters you and officially become a man. “I want you to put it in, Kurt.”

With shaky hands, Kurt reaches between your bodies and grabs his painfully throbbing cock. He searches for your hole, dripping wet with your essence. He’ll need to have a taste of that before the end of the night. Gliding his cock up and down the length of you, he unintentionally teases your little nub.

You mewl, grinding your pussy back and forth on his length. He’s taking too long and you really needed to get off. His mouth drops watching you, move against him and, before he knew it, he was coming again. His cock twitches, making a sloppy mess against your puffy lips.

“Oh fuck, that’s good. Shit, shit.” He groans, gripping your waist to rock you against him. You feel your heartbeat in your core, on the brink of coming but you instead focus on nursing him through his own orgasm; playing in his hair as you do.

After some time he comes down, he shoots you a goofy smile. “Did I lose my virginity?”

“No, you fucking moron. You weren’t even inside her.”

Kurt looks up at you with fearful yet puppy dog hazel eyes, swallowing hard enough for his Adam’s Apple to bob in his throat. You wrap a hand around his neck, sinking onto his thick cock. The stretch is intoxicating.

You throw your head back and he lets out a strained cry in unison with your guttural moan. You look back down at him again with a wicked smile as you bounce in time to the beat of his music, the vibrations adding to the pleasure.

“That’ll be 4, by the way.”

[tangerinesgirl]

Kinktober 2024 - October 9th

Anal // Praise Kink // Food Play

Alexander Lemtov x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+, explicit

Word count: 600>

Warnings: food kink, alcohol, hangovers, vague spit kink?, no actual sex whatttt, but it's alluded to at the end

Kinktober List || Masterlist || AO3

A small twisting sensation at your hair pulls you out of your deep sleep. You squint, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes, as the events of the night slowly come back to you.

Alexander hosted a huge pre-Eurovision party, socialising, getting to know everybody. You felt extremely out of place just being a runner on the set, surrounded by all these amazing singers. But you and Alexander just... clicked. He ended up inviting you. You got a little carried away... wait... you got carried away....

You jump awake and see Alexander lying next to you. Your head on his lap as he braids your hair. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion at the sight, your mind them flashes back to last night.

"'Zander? Last night... did we... you know?"

"Oh no no I am gentleman", he rests his hand on his chest, further emphasising that he was honourable.

You start to calm down, Alexander can't help but frown slightly, thinking there's a possibility you were repulsed at the idea of being together. Of course, that was the opposite. You liked Alexander. A lot. He was very sweet to you, most people would barely even look in your direction, nevermind inviting you to the party of the year. But you wanted to remember your time with him, not waste him as a drunken one night stand.

Two quick knocks on the bedroom door break the awkward silence.

Alexander greets them, "зайди (zaydi)" [come in]

A lady about your age pushes a trolley, closhes covering what you imagine is food. Alexander points, talking to the lady in Russian, presumably instructions where to leave the trolley. She wheels it over to his side of the bed, about arms length away, and promptly leaves, closing the door behind her.

"Some of my personal favourite hangover cures", he explains.

With your head still on Alexander's lap, he reaches over to uncover some of the dishes. He grabs a strawberry, holding it towards your mouth. You bite into it and realise they're chocolate coated, melting on your tongue. The fruit is deliciously ripe, so juicy some accidently dribbles out of your mouth as you bite down.

"Well? How is it?", he looks at you intently.

Your hand instinctively goes to wipe away the juice at your mouth, but Alexander stops you, grabbing your wrist.

"Actually, don't tell me."

Alexander places his thumb under your chin before kissing you, passionately. You close your eyes, feeling his lips wipe the juice away from the corner of yours. His tongue slides into your mouth, lapping up the flavours. Alexander pulls away, your eyes closed, licking your lips and savouring the taste.

"Mmm, you taste better than the strawberry", you look up at him, smiling.

Alexander smiles back, "Close your eyes".

You do as you're told, Alexander's body weight shifting from under you as he reaches over for another item. There's a pause, then another reach back. You can feel a finger on your bottom lip, signaling you to open your mouth. You comply, before feeling a rush of red wine fill your mouth, sealed with a kiss. The dry tang is the perfect pair to wash the strawberry down with, enhancing the leftover chocolate notes still dancing around on your tongue.

You open your eyes as you swallow the wine, moaning lightly as you do so, very turned on by the intimate act of Alexander spitting alcohol into your mouth.

"Your hangover cure is... more alcohol?", you realise.

"Hair of the dog, common Russian remedy."

"Are there... any other Russian remedies?", you look up at him, subtly biting your lip, your gaze drifting between his eyes and his mouth.

He smirks, "I can think of one."

[adarafaelbarba]

the last sentence you wrote

7. your preferred writing fonts

19. the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

<3

1 - "I felt vibrations in my throat and chest as I used my voice to call out for him. “Dad?”"

7 - It used to be Times New Roman because I was so used to having to write in that one while at school, but now it's arial or calibri 😅

19 - Oh gods, I've researched so many different topics over the years 😅 If the feds get ahold of my search history especially around October 2020 *cough* @thatesqcrush *cough* they'd be stunned. I think the most recent one I've done though was for the Persephone retelling that I'm working on 😅

Wanna ask me something? click here to find the list 🥰

[panteaterconar]

to the person who informed me someone was using my art as a pfp on their schlonnor kinktober ao3 fic i don’t know what you want me to do with that information

why would you tell me that. wtf am i gonna do abt that?? why do i need to know. it was funny though thanks that made my day a little funnier

congradulances or whatever bro mazel tov. i think that’s the funniest place my arts been in a hot moment

anyways to the guy using my art as a pfp on their kinktober c!schlonnor fic anon account i know you’re out there. you can’t hide.

[sombrashe]

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆kinktober 2024⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

𓉸ྀི amphetamine handjob

𓉸ྀི Javier De La Torre

𓉸ྀི content gender neutral!reader, chubby!reader, javi and reader are in a pre-established relationship, masterbation, getting walked in on, handjob

Yawning you click the train over to autopilot. Intending to take a short break to switch with Javi and get some real rest. With everything that has happened having so many engineers and trainees on the train has been nothing but a godsend for your sleep schedule. Standing you take a moment to stretch and crack your spine. Shaking as the feelings crawl up your spine. Stretching your fingers out you make your way down to the engineer's quarters. Melanie and Alex were tending to an issue downtrain which left you and Javi to tend to the engine. Walking up to the door you wait a second for the door to register your chip and it's whooshing open. You hear him before you see him. A low groan and a quick curse in Spanish. Turning you catch him ripping the curtain closed. The way his cock sat in his palm doesn't leave your mind even when it's hidden. It's been a long time since you two did anything.

"Did you need some help? Train's good without us for a bit."

You lace your fingers together and take a step towards the bottom bunk. He pulls the curtain open and you're disappointed to see his hard-on hidden beneath his boxers. Take another step forward and you're close enough to kneel in front of his bunk. Dancing your fingers over the end of the mattress you wait for his response.

"Please."

Smiling wide you cup his cock through his boxers before helping him pull them down. Once they're down far enough to leave his cock free you chew on your bottom lip. Completely abandoning his boxers halfway down his thighs you drag the tip of your finger up the prominent vein on the underside of his cock. He shifts but stays quiet and you internally pout. Pulling his cock upright you rub your thumb across his weeping tip. While you rub at him you have to swallow to keep yourself from drooling. You have to keep calm despite how much you want him. Squeezing at his shaft you start moving your hand in a steady rhythm. Up, squeeze, down, up, down, squeeze. You keep a close eye on his reactions, loosening and tightening your grip as you see fit. Switching your hand you stroke his cock while your other hand moves lower to play with his balls. Rubbing at both you need a moment to concentrate before you get into a good rhythm again. His quiet grunts and huffs of pleasure have turned into mind-numbingly sweet whines. You enjoy every second of his cock leaking into your hand. His own not finding their way into the sheets below. Watching as he struggles not to buck and beg for more. You can tell he's starting to get close when his abdomen starts flexing beneath his raised shirt. Rising further onto your knees you maintain pace to push him that tiny bit he needs. With a low grunt, he coats your fingers and lower abdomen in cum. Removing your hand you maintain eye contact as you clean yourself up. Tongue darting out to get every last drop. Rising onto his elbows he cocks his head to the side.

"I can let you get some rest, take over the engine until Melanie gets back."

"Oh, no baby, we're not done yet. It's my turn~."

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist | Snowpiercer Masterlist

[domripley]

I have written in total 21 fics for kinktober (not counting the 6 i did last year lmaoo) I have 5 left. I’m gonna cry lol

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Happy Halloween

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Intrulogical (Remus x Logan) Day 31: Dressed up Warnings: sex, choking, degradation

"Oh," Logan exclaims, quite surprised, as he descends the stairs. Laying on the couch is Remus, donned in more casual, and more revealing wear compared to his usual, costume-y attire.

Logan couldn't blame him, though, as he was dressed very much the same. His normal shirt and tie were replaced with a looser fitting tee-shirt, and his blue jeans had been swapped out for a rather tight fitting pair of shorts that just barely stretched past his boxers.

Remus looks up as Logan gets to the bottom of the stairs, and Logan finishes his thought with "you're still here."

Remus grins at him, responding "yup!"

Logan raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms where he stands. His lips were pursed, and admittedly, he was a bit annoyed. "Everyone usually goes out to Roman's side of the imagination on Halloween," Logan says. "Roman makes a whole neighbourhood to go trick or treating, and even though you and Janus don't usually like it, you still like to go and torment them."

They were adults, but in Roman's words that didn't mean they didn't get to have fun. Logan had stayed back every year though, preferring the silence and having the empty house to himself.

That doesn't appear to have happened this year, though, as Remus was carelessly lounging on the couch. At home. Not outside, with the others.

Remus just shrugs though, seemingly not getting what was so surprising about this. "I didn't want to go this year. It's been getting kind of... lame, recently. It's always too similar to the year before. They scream, I laugh, they scold me, and repeat!" His hands move wildly as he speaks, and Logan finds himself drawn to the movement, although he's still unhappy with the way this night has seemingly turned out.

"I still do have my costume though," Remus adds, as he picks his teeth with his sharp nails. "Although, it'd probably look better on you anyway." He turns to grin at Logan, and Logan just rolls his eyes in response.

"The clothes you're wearing now are pretty hot too though," Remus continues, and Logan's half tempted to go back upstairs and spend the rest of Halloween alone in his room. Remus opens his arms wide though, and beckons Logan closer, and although Logan would probably rather skip out on whatever Remus was planning to do, he was admittedly curious.

So, with a sigh, he walks over to Remus, and Remus is quick to pull Logan into his lap. Although he's still sitting down, Logan straddles his lap, and Remus's hands quickly rub over Logan's bare legs and upper thighs, his face contorting into a slight frown as he reaches the shorts.

Although they're short, and although they're tight, they still cover too much of Logan for Remus's taste.

"At least the costume I have would show off more of your body," Remus quips, before grinning back up at Logan's unamused face.

He doesn't seem fazed at all by Remus's touching and his words, but eventually he says "what costume is it?"

"Little red riding hood," Remus sings, finally moving to sit himself up, and keeping Logan in his lap all the while. "I was planning to create a back of horrid looking werewolves to scare the others, but I decided against it." He leans a bit closer to Logan's face though, eyes shining in a way that easily tells Logan that Remus's mind is racing with ideas. "I could always still have some fun with that costume though, so long as you consent."

With another sigh, Logan reviews his options. he can say no and leave and never bring this up again, or he could accept Remus's offer and potentially be thrusted into an unpredictable time with Remus primarily in control.

And unfortunately, Logan was leaning towards that second option.

"Fine," Logan says, with a shrug. "I'll hear out your proposal. My final decision has yet to be made, though," Logan adds, not wanting Remus to think that this was an automatic "yes" to everything he had planned.

Remus seems content with that, though, as he smiles, and then nods, saying "yeah, okay! That's okay!" He scoops Logan up moments later, and then Logan's effortlessly tossed over his shoulder. One of Remus's hands land firmly against his ass, feeling and groping over the unfortunately clothed skin.

The tips of his fingers run over the shorts and over his bare ass, and Logan would be embarrassed to admit to anyone that he weirdly enjoys the feeling of Remus's fingers rubbing and squeezing at the fat.

Remus's fingers continue to pinch at Logan's ass and upper thighs until they reach Remus's room, where Logan's promptly thrown onto Remus's bed as Remus turns his attention to his closet.

He pulls out an outfit surprisingly dangling from a hanger, and Logan can get a good look at the little red riding hood costume.

Well, it sure is something.

Frilly white sleeves that puff around the shoulder and a cut open front with only ribbons that lace it up. With the way the ribbon is weaved, the cut out is still large enough to expose someone's nipples. A black, tight waistband wraps around the middle, and a short, puffy red skirt flares out from it. White frills line the bottom of the dress, and clipped onto the edge of the skirt is a pair of white thigh-highs with red bows at the top of them, and a pair of thin, white panties with red lace trim. Attached to the shoulders was a long red cape with a hood, although Remus eventually tugs it away and tosses it to the ground, deciding it was unneeded.

It was simple, but as Logan stares at it, he gulps.

He was taller than Remus by a few inches, so the already short skirt would be even shorter in contrast to his long legs, and since he had a heavier build, it'd no doubt be tighter against his body as well.

"So?" comes Remus's voice, although he doesn't really sound like he's asking Logan's opinion in order to know if they were going to continue. Instead, he sounded like he wanted to hear Logan stammer and struggle to get any of his feelings about the outfit out while still remaining perfectly composed all the while.

Logan clears his throat, glancing away from the dress in order to formulate his words carefully; he wanted to make sure that he didn't sound embarrassingly eager or too excited, although both were accurate for his current state.

"It's definitely something you'd wear," Logan says, tugging on the collar of his shirt. "There's still time to put it on yourself and go mess with the others."

"Sure there is," Remus replies, glancing over Logan's figure, as if trying to detect any uncomfortable aura radiating from him. Sensing it was more embarrassment than necessarily being uncomfortable, he continues "I'd rather play dress up with my cute little nerd instead." He grins wider, slightly wiggling the dress as if to entice Logan into wearing the thing, and Logan sighs.

"Okay, Remus. Hand it over."

"No!" Remus exclaims, as he pulls the dress closer to his body. "Let me dress you up. Please?" he whines, bottom lip jutting out in a pout, and Logan sighs again, before stating "fine."

If it pleases Remus, then he might as well, and it makes Remus's happily slap his hands against his thighs before moving towards the bed. He carelessly tosses the outfit to the side, and urges Logan to stay on the bed as Remus's hands slip under his shirt almost immediately. He's briefly feeling over the skin and pinching at Logan's nipples before he's pulling away and gripping at the edge of Logan's shirt instead.

He quickly pulls it up and over Logan's head, accidentally taking his glasses with it, but Logan doesn't reach for them so Remus carefully sets them on the nightstand, before going back to Logan. He stares briefly at the short shorts Logan was wearing before he pulls those down, managing to pull Logan's boxers and socks down too, leaving Logan completely nude and exposed sitting on the edge of the bed.

Although he presses his thighs together slightly, he seems otherwise unbothered by his nudity, and Remus seems pleased that Logan doesn't go through extreme legs to slap his hands over his genitalia or nipples. He'd rather see them on display anyway, and he has to shake his head to snap himself out of his own thoughts so he can instead scoot to the other side of the bed and grab the little red riding hood costume.

He peels away the thigh-highs and panties first, and with firm hands he guides Logan's legs throw the holes on the panties and then slides them up. Logan stands as the fabric goes up his thighs, allowing Remus easier access to pull the underwear up over his cock and ass, neither of which were very hidden by the thin material.

Secondly, Remus grabs the thigh highs, and he pushes Logan back onto the bed so he can grab each sock individually and slowly slide them up Logan's legs one by one, his own hands taking extra time to rub over them as if worshipping the limbs, before he backs away from the socks.

Lastly was the dress, which as Remus flipped over, Logan realized had a laced back. Remus pulled out the ribbon holding the back in place and it loosens the outfit enough that Logan should be able to put it on.

"Arms up, baby," Remus coos, and when Logan puts his arms up, Remus slides the dress over his head. Logan works his own arms through the arm holes, and then once again he's standing, although this time with his back to Remus so Remus can grip the silky ribbon and re-lace the back. He slowly feeds the ribbon through the holes in a crisscross motion, pulling on it every so often to tighten the dress against Logan's body.

The black waistband was hardly elastic and hugged his waist tightly, and Remus lacing up the back only served to compress his shirt tighter. He was left gasping by the time Remus finished, and then Remus claps his hands behind him.

"Oo! That skirt hardly covers anything!" Remus exclaims, clearly giddy by the fact Logan's ass was just barely hidden by the all-too-short skirt. Remus also was staring at his thighs, more specifically at the bulge just above the thigh-highs due to how tight the socks were compared to his thick thighs.

Logan attempts to smooth out the front of his skirt, before Remus's hands are on his waist ushering him to turn around.

Remus's eyes scan over his body fully, before he says "I might have to put some makeup on that pretty little face of yours eventually." His thumb slides over Logan's lip, and Remus leans upwards to press a few kisses to the underside of Logan's jaw. "Imagine pretty lipstick being smeared all over your lips and ruined by my cock fucking your throat and my come over your face. You'd look like such a pathetic mess."

He was exciting himself at the thought, but considering the fact Logan merely looked slightly curious and nothing more, Remus decided he'd bring it up some other day, provided Logan will be down to do something like this again.

After a bit of kissing at Logan's neck and his hands sliding under the skirt to pinch and grab at Logan's ass, he pushes Logan back on the bed, and Logan willingly lays down fully. Remus scrambles to get overtop of him, one of his hands pushing the skirt up while the other cups Logan's face, and finally Remus leans closer to press a kiss to Logan's lips.

Arms wrapping up to pull Remus closer, Logan tilts his head slightly so his lips move more fluidly against Remus's. He finally lets his stoic façade melt a bit, eyebrows creasing as Remus's hand slides over his crotch, rubbing at his cock through the panties. Instinctively, his legs spread wider apart, much to Remus's delight, as he bites at Logan's bottom lip before pulling away entirely.

"Can we have sex?" Remus asks, suddenly, looking rather hopeful as his hand continues rubbing over Logan's growing hard on. "Please, Logan? Can I fuck your tight hole?"

Logan props himself up on his elbows, as he replies with "is this why you stayed back this year? You know you could just proposition me whenever." It's a very true statement; Logan would be willing to have sex quite often, as long as he wasn't busy.

Remus just whines, though, as he states "but you're much louder when you know the other's aren't home," and Logan can't really argue against a statement he knows to be true, so he sighs, and instead answers Remus's previous question with "yes, I suppose we can have sex."

His answer prompts Remus to squeal, arms slapping lightly against Logan this time as he happily stims, before he reaches over Logan in order to fully pull out the drawer so he can more efficiently look for the lube, and he grabs it in a matter of moments.

"Do you need to be stretched?" Remus asks, shifting so he can impatiently pull off his own pants and boxers, before holding the lube tighter, waiting for Logan's response so he knows whether to get straight to putting it over his cock or if he needs to put it over his fingers first.

Logan shakes his head, and Remus seems quite giddy that they can jump right into it. He shouldn't be surprised by Logan's answer, and frankly he isn't, due to how much they have sex regularly, but sometimes Logan's into being stretched, and Remus does enjoy pushing him to an orgasm just with his fingers.

He quickly slathers lube over his cock, before he wipes the excess on his sheets, uncaring of the mess. He then grabs Logan's thighs and gives them a squeeze, letting go of one in order to move Logan's panties to the side. He didn't want to take them off, and he could always get another pair if and when they're ruined.

He slides his cock into Logan without any hesitance, letting out a lewd moan at the feeling of Logan clenching down on his cock. Logan's head turns to the side at the intrusion, biting his lip as his eyebrows raise and his hands reach above him to grab at the mattress. Remus can hardly help licking his lips at the sight, before he leans down to catch Logan's lips in yet another kiss, sloppily moving his mouth against Logan's and biting relentlessly at his lips.

His tongue slides effortlessly into Logan's mouth, and when he pulls away he immediately moves to kiss and nip at Logan's jaw. He stays still for a moment, before impatience catches the best of him, and he pulls out only to thrust harshly back in, earning a particularly loud moan from Logan.

"That's right, baby," Remus coos, as his mouth trails lower, teeth trailing over Logan's neck. "Let me hear your whorish moans." His thrusts start up slow as he lets his mouth work over Logan's neck, teeth puncturing Logan's skin and drawing blood. It's been too long since Logan's let him mark him like this, and he sucks a few hickeys over the bite marks before deciding to just suck normal hickeys over Logan's collarbone.

His thrusts speed up as he moves down to Logan's chest, tonguing and teasing Logan's nipples as his hand tightens around Logan's thigh. His sharp nails dig into the fat, and as he moves his head away from his body entirely, he gets to finally get a good look at Logan's face.

Eyes squeezed shut and drool leaking down his chin, Logan looks like an adorably pathetic mess.

Whines and moans are slipping past his lips, head thrown back in a moan as one of Remus's thrusts drive into his prostate, and Remus just grins wider. With a firm grip, he pulls Logan closer, before one of his hands slither up Logan's body in order to grasp at his throat.

He doesn't squeeze just yet, but he does raise an eyebrow, smirk present on his face on he says "I really need to get you a collar. Maybe a pretty blue one with a leash so I can drag you around like the bitch you are." He squeezes Logan's throat teasingly, thrusting harder into his ass, emitting a cry from Logan as his back arches. "Maybe even a shock collar, so I can zap you whenever I please and make you fall to your knees, shaking. Perhaps even a tag on it with my name to show who you belong to."

"Please," Logan gasps out, one of his hands coming to Remus's and squeezing over it, giving his consent to be choked, and it makes Remus grin.

"Whore," Remus spits, although he does in fact squeeze upon being given permission, and Logan's hand falls besides his body, fingers once again scrunching the sheets as he holds tight to them. He whines at Remus's words, before he lets out a choked off moan as Remus holds tighter.

The sensation of Remus repeatedly thrusting into his prostate mixed with one of his hands trailing and squeezing over his thighs and the other cutting off his blood flow and making him feel pleasurably light headed.

Whenever he needed to breath, he'd tap on Remus's hand and Remus would ease up on his pressure, allowing Logan to gulp in a needed breath before Remus goes back to pulling it from him.

"You look fucking stupid," Remus grits, his own eyes staying shut for a few brief moments as he fucks into Logan's hole. "Drooling like a slut and moaning like one too. I bet you'd even get off just on being dressed up like a fucking courtesan."

"Close," Logan gasps out, and Remus squeezes harder to cut off any words entirely.

"If you can still speak then apparently I'm not fucking you hard enough," Remus comments, although he does heed Logan's warning and moves the hand previously settled on his thigh to his cock, stroking him slowly despite his hard and fast thrusts.

Admittedly, he was close too, and he growls out "want me to come inside your tight hole? Stuff you full of my come, bitch?" His hand eases on Logan's throat, allowing Logan to answer, and the audible breath Logan sucks in makes Remus shiver with pleasure.

"Yes," Logan moans out, seconds later. "Please, yes. Come inside of me." He was pleaded for something entirely unhygienic, but it was Halloween. This was what he was considering to be his treat, and it's not like Remus's come would be inside him forever.

Remus grins wider at Logan's answer, purring out "good boy," as he strokes Logan's cock faster, as if rewarding him for giving Remus exactly what he wanted, and Logan arches into it, a quavering moan slipping from his lips, along with near incoherent babbles that are cut short by Remus's hand tightening yet again, much to Remus's delight.

His eyes roll back into his head as Remus comes inside of him with one final thrust, Remus squeezing his throat tight as he lets out a moan of his own as he releases, before riding out his orgasm with a few final thrusts.

He lets himself come to a stop, although he does continue stroking Logan's cock as he pants out "come on, Logan. Come for me, baby. Make a mess of your pretty dress like the pathetic slut you are."

And, well, Logan can't hold back after that, as he comes with a loud cry over Remus's hand and the bottom of the dress, and Remus coos as he basically makes a mess of himself. He's drooling, there's come over the dress and his thighs, and when Remus inevitably pulls out, come begins to leak out of his hole too.

"Messy, messy," Remus tuts, and Logan rolls his eyes in response, before he sucks in a deeper breath.

"Can we shower?" he asks, after a moment, and Remus immediately whines at the question. Logan is in a much worse state than he's in, but he prefers it that way, especially because Logan's so pretty when he looks like a whore. But, alas, he knows Logan values hygiene.

So, Remus pouts, and says "fine, we can shower. Consider that my treat to you, this Halloween. And I'll consider this round of sex your treat to me."

"How generous," Logan quips, as he reaches for Remus, and Remus carefully scoops him up and carries him to the bathroom. The others wouldn't be home until much later, which meant Remus could spend extra time in the shower with him, making sure all the come was pushed out of him and that his wounds were effectively cleaned up without leaving Logan to do it on his own.

He starts the water and then stands there holding Logan for a bit, enjoying their intimate time where they could be alone together without any disruption, and Remus could tell from the way Logan leaned into him and pressed fluttering kisses to Remus's shoulder that he enjoyed it too.

And in reality, Remus staying back from going trick-or-treating happened to be a genuine treat for the both of them; that being rough sex and affectionate aftercare, and both of them end up deciding that this was one of the best Halloweens yet.

[alicetallulaafterdark]

Kinktober 2020 - October 2020 - Day 10 : Knife Kink - 10.10.2020

My contribution to the Kinktober 2020 prompts list by jbbuckybarnes

Day 1 : Handjob / Day 2 : Eating Out / Day 3 : Thigh Riding / Day 4 : Choking/Spanking / Day 5 : Daddy Kink / Day 6 : Blindfolded / Day 7 : Blowjob / Day 8 : Voyeurism / Day 9 : Accidental Stimulation / Day 11 : Restraints / Day 12 : Fingering / Day 13 : In Public / Day 14 : Sixty-nine / Day 15 : Size Difference / Day 16 : Toys / Day 17 : Begging / Day 18 : In the kitchen / Day 19 : Threesome / Day 20 : Edging / Day 21 : Phone Sex / Day 22 : In the Shower/Tub / Day 23 : First Time / Day 24 : BDSM/Rough Sex / Day 25 : Caught masturbating / Day 26 : Orgy / Day 27 : Praises Kink / Day 29 : Dirty Talk / Day 30 : Mutual Masturbation / Day 31 : Dressed-Up

Day 10 : Knife Kink - Rusty - True Detective - 10.10.2020

I decided to go with Marty Hart and Rust Cohle from the first season of True Detective ! Some TW for a bit of blood.

Done using ink pens, graphite pencils and an acrylic paint pen

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter NSFW post

(reblogs are unavailable until I scan and edit the drawing and put it through Nightshade)

[bitchfitch]

I'm working on a lil comic and I think this is my new favorite drawing of Villain. it only Narrowly beats out my old favorite drawing of him:

(he's fine, it's just his tantrum time)

[blckbrrybasket]

16. “Maneater”

Kurt Kunkle x Fem!Reader

꒰Dacryphilia + Masochism꒱ - 1k

• sex on voice call, riding him, smacking him (previously agreed upon), mean!reader, consent check, unprotected sex, semi sweet ending

kinktober m.list

Sex with Kurt was…interesting. He was pathetic to put it bluntly, but that’s why you loved fucking him. Kurt always got so pleasure drunk by the end of it that he would do literally anything to please you, not that you abused that fact. Okay, maybe sometimes you used it for him to get you something or to get him to listen to you, but that's all.

So the cycle continued. Tonight Kurt had decided to play video games though, leaving you to sit aimlessly on his bed. After so long you had wandered over to him, wrapping your arms around the skinny part of his chair to massage at his shoulders. He didn’t budge, huffing something into the mic.

You bit the inside of your cheek, annoyance filling your veins. He knew that you had other people that wanted to hang out with you, or even sleep with you, but you had set everything aside to be with him and now he wasn’t even paying attention to you.

“Kurt,” you bristled. He gave a half-assed nod back at you, eyes focused on his monitor as he button mashed. “Kurt.” “Huh?” Your lips pursed when he didn’t spare you a glance.

Frowning, you pulled his chair back and walked in between him and the game. “Hey!” He whined, looking up at you. “No, it’s my..girlfriend,” Kurt murmured the last word, cheeks flaming at the lie. You definitely were not his girlfriend.

His eyes avoided yours as if he knew he’d be seeing a glare if he met them. You crossed the small gap to him, knees pressing on either side of his hips as you sunk into his seat. “Kurt. Look at me.” You could hear a muffled laugh from his headphones as Kurt flipped his microphone up to switch it off.

“What?” He pouted, only for a moment, the expression melting away when your hips moved in a circle over his bulge. Wearing nothing under his sweats gave you less layers to grind through. Kurt let out a choked sound, hands dropping his controller to his desk to grip the arms of his chair. One hand lifted to nervously place on the top of his head.

In his haste, his hand brushed his mic back down and he went to fix it, but you shook your head, grabbing his hand to stop it. ‘On,’ you mouthed to him. With wide eyes Kurt nodded, too startled and turned on to do anything that would make you back out.

Lifting your hips, you tugged his sweatpants down until he got the memo and hurriedly shoved them down. He was half hard, cock leaning against his thigh but he was still big. Kurt’s dick was almost annoyingly big, there was no reason why he should have that big of a dick.

But he did.

“I, um, I’ll be hard in a second just-“ you shook your head quietly saying, “It’s okay.” You took him in your hand, jerking him off. See you wanted to be quiet, but it seemed like Kurt already forgot his microphone was on. His cheeks were a ferocious red when someone commented on his squeaky moan.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, body suddenly bending forward with a gasp when you sunk down on his cock. Kurt was so used to you wanting him to use a condom, feeling you raw was a new experience. He whined, back bowing in the opposite direction now as he pathetically arched against his chair.

Maybe he didn’t care about being heard, but you knew the truth. A. there was never any way to shut him up and B. Kurt would quite literally do anything for you. Whatever you wanted he was always jumping to accomplish it, wanting everything you wanted and more. So when you rose and lowered in a shallow thrust into your pussy it wasn’t surprising that he was already letting out debauched moans.

You never knew when he was close because he was always a mess the moment he slid into your cunt, today was no different. Kurt was blessed with good stamina, but boy he did not last long. Nearing a minute of you riding him, his blunt nails were digging into the sides of his chair as he whimpered.

Suddenly, his cum spilled into you, filling your pussy with his load. “Are you fucking kidding me?” you asked, upset that even after he ignored you all day he couldn’t last. Your voice sternly rang over the microphone. Kurt gulped down air, looking up at you when your palm met the side of his cheek. You knew he liked it when you smacked him, but you always got a bit nervous catching him by surprise with it, even though he had begged for it.

His face snapped to the side, a burning sensation spreading through the skin. Tears collected along his waterline, catching in his too-pretty eyelashes, a whimper passing his lips. “Color?” Your voice was a quiet rasp. Kurt’s chest inflated with a shaky moan, rolling his head back to look at you. “Green,” he whined brokenly.

A surprised laugh made its way from your lungs. You raised up, slapping your hips back down at his causing him to moan like a whore. “You’re such a man whore, Kurt.” The tears that had been glossing his eyes finally rolled down his flushed cheeks, his cock twitching weakly inside your walls. “I’m sorry,” he moaned, hands grabbing your hips. 

His headphones slid off his head and you could hear the jeers on the other side, guys making fun of him for crying or being too loud. You could see the bunch of his eyebrows, how he was starting to listen to them, slowing down. Not having it, you grabbed his headphones and tossed them to the ground.

You liked Kurt. For whatever fucked up joke the universe was playing on you, you were cursed with liking Kurt. But you’d take him anyday over any other random asshole, and you would never let someone get to him like that. “Where were we?” You mumbled, pressing your lips together.

tags: @babybatlover, @starrgurl46, @wowzers-07, @nenukkjhj, @morgan0lw21, @kinokomoonshine, @slut4ddn, @adventures-of-impala

[bunnywan]

for kinktober: fuck or die + public sex

i changed “or die” to “or we won’t join the republic”. pls enjoy obi-wan and anakin having sex in front of a group of aliens.