#or I have orange hair and he has red hair

[transform4u]

Fangs and Football

In the heart of a Midwestern autumn, the woods near the small college campus were alive with color. Brilliant reds and oranges framed the path that led to a secluded spot, where the air was crisp, biting just enough to send shivers down your spine. The scent of fallen leaves mingled with the earthy undertones of damp soil, creating a comforting, yet eerie atmosphere.

Inside a parked car at the edge of the woods, Josh and Ashton were lost in each other. Josh, with his tousled scruffy hair and bright blue eyes, exuded a playful energy that contrasted beautifully with Ashton’s more grounded presence. Ashton, the slightly more muscular of the two, had raven-black hair that fell just above his deep brown eyes, which sparkled with a mix of intelligence and mischief. As Josh leaned in, his fingers trailed gently down Ashton’s neck, sending a shiver through him.

“Do you think we’ll ever make it to New York?” Josh whispered, his breath warm against Ashton’s skin.

“Of course,” Ashton replied, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “Once I’m a successful coder, I’ll have enough cash to take you anywhere. Just imagine it—us, living in the city, you doing your theater thing, and me... well, probably still coding in a coffee shop.”

Josh laughed softly, their foreheads touching. “As long as I’m with you, I don’t care where we are.”

Just then, a rustle echoed through the trees, cutting through their moment. The mist began to creep in, swirling around the car, casting an unsettling veil over the vibrant foliage. The radio, once playing Lady Gaga’s infectious pop beats, crackled with static before shifting to an urgent news bulletin.

“—this is a special report. Authorities are urging residents to remain vigilant as a convicted felon has escaped from Morningstar Prison. Last year, he was involved in the gruesome massacre of a local science team, and since then, he has been subjected to experimental treatments aimed at reducing his sentence. If you see anything suspicious—”

Josh’s smile faltered, his brow furrowing as he exchanged a worried glance with Ashton. “Did you hear that?” he whispered, pulling back slightly.

Ashton nodded, his expression turning serious. “Yeah… it sounded like they were talking about that massacre from last year.”

Just then, a rustling noise echoed from outside the car, followed by the snapping of a branch. The mist thickened, swirling around them like a living thing. Josh’s heart raced, the earlier warmth of their moment replaced by a creeping unease.

“Josh,” Ashton whispered, his voice barely audible over the static on the radio. “What if he’s out here? What if he—”

Suddenly, a heavy breathing filled the air, a deep, heaving sound that sent chills down their spines. It was close—too close.

“Did you hear that?” Josh gasped, gripping Ashton’s arm tightly.

“Yeah,” Ashton replied, eyes wide, scanning the foggy darkness outside. “It sounds like—”

Before he could finish, the sound of footsteps echoed, heavy and deliberate, as if someone—or something—was approaching. Josh pressed his back against the seat, fear gripping him, while Ashton’s jaw clenched, instinctively reaching for the door handle.

“Maybe we should just drive away,” Josh suggested, his voice trembling.

“Wait,” Ashton urged, holding him back. “What if it’s nothing? We can’t just panic.”

But as the breathing grew louder, the tension in the air thickened, and the shadows of the woods seemed to draw closer, both boys knew that whatever lay outside was anything but nothing.

As the mist thickened around the car, a monstrous figure emerged from the shadows. A jock, almost larger than life, loomed by the window. His broad shoulders strained against his shirt, and his beady eyes glinted with a wild hunger. Drool dripped from his lips, pooling on the ground as he leaned closer, confusion and intensity etched on his face.

With a terrifying ease, he yanked the car door open, metal groaning in protest as if the vehicle itself were trying to resist him. The door flew wide, clanging against the frame with a sickening thud, sending Josh and Ashton recoiling. “Get back!” Ashton shouted, instinctively shielding Josh. But the jock was relentless. He lunged forward, his hands like bear traps as he seized Josh’s wrist, dragging him toward the open door. The jock’s breath was hot and foul, a wave of rot hitting Josh like a physical blow. Saliva dripped onto Josh’s skin, burning like acid as it splattered across his arm. “Josh!” Ashton yelled, panic coursing through his voice, but the jock’s grip tightened, his fingers digging in deep. Josh felt a sharp, searing heat radiating from the drool that dripped onto him, spreading like wildfire across his skin, a tan forming in its wake as if it were more than just saliva—it was poison. Before he could process the pain, the jock leaned in closer, his mouth opening wide. In one swift motion, he bit down, teeth sinking into Josh’s arm, the pain sharp and overwhelmed him, pumping the young boy with energy and lust.

​​With each passing moment, he could feel his body changing. Muscles began to swell beneath his skin, transforming him. The sensation was surreal—his twink frame slowly adapting, filling out, becoming something more powerful.

His biceps pulsed, thickening like coiled steel cables, pressing against the fabric of his shirt as they grew. He could feel the fibers of his muscles tearing and rebuilding, each contraction sending waves of warmth through his arms. The veins on his forearms became more pronounced, tracing a path that hinted at the newfound strength surging beneath the surface.

As his shoulders broadened, he sensed a weight settling in, making him feel both grounded and liberated. The deltoids expanded, rounding out into smooth, powerful contours that complemented the tapering of his waist. It was as if his body was sculpting itself, each muscle group harmonizing into a new form that radiated confidence.

His chest swelled, pushing outward and upward, filling out the fabric tightly. The pectorals surged, a firm wall of muscle that gave him an exhilarating sense of solidity. He could feel the strength there, an undeniable power that made him want to test his limits.

As his abs began to form, he felt a delicious tightness pull across his midsection. The definition deepened, each muscle segment chiseled and sharp, creating a landscape of ridges that called out to be touched. It was an embodiment of strength, a core that spoke of endurance and tenacity.

As Josh slowly staggers up, his shredded shirt hangs off his muscular torso in tattered strips, exposing his glistening physique to the moonlight. His pecs are visibly bulging, each one larger than the last. The moonlight dances across his abs, highlighting the defined V-lines leading down to the waistband of his shorts. His broad shoulders taper to narrow hips, the muscles rippling with every labored step. A light sheen of sweat coats his skin, accentuating his toned physique. His arms hang heavily at his sides, the triceps flexing with minor movement.

Across from him, Ashton stares in awe at his boyfriend's transformation. His blue eyes roam hungrily over his body, taking in every dip and curve of his sculpted muscles. He licks his lips unconsciously as he imagines all the things he wants to do to him. But as Josh begins to shout, his voice growing louder and more manic with each passing second, Ashton's expression shifts. Josh's eyes glazed over with a desperate, animalistic hunger. "BABE.....BABBBBEEE....BABBBBBEEEESS....Must find BABES!" he bellows again, his voice cracking. "MUST FUCK HOT BABESSSSSS!" Ashton swallows hard, realizing just how far gone he's become. Ashton watches in stunned horror as Josh careens through the woods, his mind clearly fractured by a potent cocktail of adrenaline and lust. The primal need to rut consumes him entirely, pushing aside all coherent thought. "Gotta... gotta get 'em..." he grunts with each heavy step, grunting as he slams through the underbrush. His hands paw clumsily at his crotch, fumbling with his belt buckle in his desperation to free his straining erection. "Football... babes... working out..babbbess. beer...babes" he mutters deliriously, his words slipping together in a garbled mess. He can't stop thinking about pinning some nubile young thing against a locker room wall, ripping off her tiny shorts and pounding into her tight heat until she screams.

As Josh stumbles through the woods, he feels a deep, feral hunger stirring within his loins. The urge to rut, to breed, consumes his every waking thought. Memories of his strict Catholic upbringing flash through his mind - his father's shrill lectures on what it means to be a man, the shame of wearing a condom, the sin of premarital sex. But none of that matters anymore. All that exists is the primal need to dominate and conquer, to prove to the world that he's a real alpha male now. He snarls as a surge of testosterone floods his veins, his cock pulsing urgently in his gym shorts. "Fuck that pathetic loser I used to be," he growls under his breath. "Time to show everyone who I really am."

Approaching the edge of the forest, Josh spots movement in the distance - girls walking back from a nearby party. His nostrils flare as he catches the sweet scent of their arousal.

As Josh approaches the sorority house, the intoxicating scent of feminine arousal grows stronger, making his head spin with desire. He licks his lips hungrily, imagining all the tight little holes he's going to defile. "Gonna show these sluts what a real man looks like," he mutters under his breath. "Gonna fuck 'em all senseless and pump 'em full of my superior seed." The thought of knocking up some helpless co-ed fills him with primal glee. He stumbles up to the front door, nearly falling over in his haste to get inside. The house is dark and quiet, but he can hear the distant thump of music and laughter coming from upstairs. Perfect.

Without hesitation, Josh barges into the living room, his massive frame looming over the startled sorority girls lounging on the couch. "Where's your hottest bitch? Jo---Joo---Jace needs to fucccck" he bellows, his voice rough with lust.

[aaagustd]

pairing: producer!cheol x (f)reader // genre: meaningless smut // wc: 0.8k // warnings: f*ngering, c*m eating(finger sucking), kissing, public s*x, unedited; 18+

note: this is probably bad but my allergies are kicking my butt. i still wanted to post though. divider credit.

When a hot producer asks you out, he can sense your nervousness as soon as you get in his expensive car. “What helps you relax?” is what he asks you. Your answer was not one that he expected, but it turned him on like nothing else has. Dinner will just have to wait for now.

“Fuck!” Your entire body trembles with pleasure. The shame of wanting a stranger to ruin you on the hood of his Benz is long gone—so has the fear of being caught while you’re getting fingered in an alley.

Your hands grasp his shirt while your watery eyes stare into his. It’s a silent plea for him to give you more, to bury another one of his long digits into your needy heat.

He chuckles. “No matter how much this little cunt gets, it always wants more, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, god. Yes–It wants more. Please,” you whimper, burying your face in his shirt to muffle your cries. His hand has only been down your panties for about two minutes and you’re already falling apart. “More, please.”

“Well, if you’re that horny…” He grabs your hair and forces you to look at him. “Just sit your pretty ass back and let me see what kind of faces you make when you cum.”

You prop yourself on your arms and observe his work, gasping when a third finger enters your pussy. Your legs are spread wide, and you buck off the vehicle to match his movements, swirling your hips when his palm touches your throbbing clit to add more stimulation. If you weren’t about to reach your high, you’d be begging him to replace his digits with whatever it was that was pressed against your ass a few minutes ago.

“Goddamn it, how are you this wet?”

The lewd noises your leaking pussy produces explain why your panties are a sticky and sodden mess. Your clothes cling to your body due to the sweat forming on your skin, giving you the urge to get rid of the damn things. Of course, you can’t, but it would be nice right about now. “Is this all for me? Couldn’t resist me, could you?”

“I—”

“You wanted me inside of you? That’s understandable, babe. Everyone does,” he claims. 

The tension boils to a head when his fingers curl inside of you.

“I can’t hold it anymore,” you warn, reaching out to grip his arm.

His eyes soften as he pities the pathetic mess he’s made of you. He lifts his hand to cup your face before he grabs your throat, squeezing gently. “Then let go, love.” 

A switch flips when he winks. The coil snaps and the sky of red-orange and deep purples begins to spin around you. He’s forced to cover your mouth quickly to suppress your screams, but his fingers continue to move at a fast pace, milking you of every ounce of energy you have left.

You almost fall back onto the car when your body finally relaxes, but his strong arms prevent you from doing so. In a state of haziness, you can still make out the sight of him licking his fingers clean of your arousal, moaning loudly as he tastes you. 

You’re pulled in for a sloppy kiss and you’re thrilled that the taste of you still lingers on his tongue. Your legs wrap around him, trying to trap him so you can unzip his pants. However, he stops you before you can do so.

“Now right now, love.”

You pout. “But—”

His large hands find your ass and pull you towards the edge so he can keep you close.

“Later,” he says sternly, earning him another sad face.

He laughs at you for a second, resting his chin on top of your head while you lean on his firm chest.

“Seungcheol,” he announces out of nowhere. “That’s my name if you care to use it.”

“Hell yeah, I care,” you assure after introducing yourself. “ I’ve never done that before. Thank you for not judging me. Well, to my face, at least.”

Seungcheol shakes his head. “I’d never. Plus, you’re hot. I wouldn’t want to ruin my chances of getting to know you.”

“Really?” You didn’t mean to sound so excited. Now he probably thinks you’re a groupie.

But he just smiles and pulls away. “You’re cute. Come on, let’s go somewhere and talk.”

He helps you down and guides you to the passenger side of the car. He opens the door for you and waits patiently for your wobbly legs to climb inside.

“Are you hungry?” he asks.

“No, I’m okay—”

When he gives you a look, you come clean. “I’m starving.”

“Cool. Let’s grab dinner and go back to my place. Then you can show me which of my cars you want me to fuck you on next.”

He shuts the door without another word, leaving your sticky thick thighs rubbing together.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Any way you want it

Written for @steddiesmuttyseptember, week 4

Prompts: Slap & Loud

Rated: E

Words: 1,282

Tags: Nudity; Light BDSM; Blindfolds; Sensory play; Slapping; Dirty talk; Top Eddie; Bottom Steve

Steve doesn’t know for how long he's been here. It's hard to tell with the blindfold on, the way his mind has gone fuzzy and soft, but his legs are starting to ache from keeping his kneeling position and the ropes binding his wrists behind his back are starting to chafe, so it must've been a while. He supposes he could call out, ask Eddie to end it, but the mere thought has his hackles rising and his teeth gritting, so he doesn’t. Instead, he counts his breaths, tries to focus on the crackle of the fireplace and the pleasant warmth of the flames on his aching limbs.

“How are we doing, baby? Desperate yet?” 

The words tear an involuntary gasp from Steve’s throat. The last thing he remembers is Eddie closing the bedroom door, the sound of his boots thunking down the stairs. How far gone has he been that he didn't hear him return? 

“Desperate?” is what he says. He's a little proud of himself for how his voice comes out, all casual disinterest with only the barest of trembles. “Bored, more like. I thought the goal of this was to make me horny, not tired.” 

“Oh, Stevie,” Eddie chuckles. He's closer than before, even though Steve didn't hear him move. Did he take off the boots? Steve fidgets in his spot, straining his neck and trying to peek out from under the blindfold, but it sits snugly and won't budge. “That's the problem with you, y’know. You're too stubborn for your own good.”

A hand wraps around his throat, pulling him back against a warm, naked body. Eddie’s cock presses into the space between his shoulder blades, thick and fully hard, and Steve gives a strangled moan as he feels himself twitch to attention. Something clinks, like a glass being set down on the mantelpiece, and he frowns at the sharp, earthy scent that hits his nostrils. 

“Wait, did you get into my dad's good whisky?” 

Eddie laughs. Something touches Steve's collarbone, something hard and sharp-edged and cold and he hisses at the sting of it.

“Why not?” Eddie says, slowly dragging the ice cube down, cold droplets catching in Steve’s chest hair. “Why shouldn't I drink his booze? I'm in the house he never comes back to, in the bedroom he never uses, and I have his perfect golden boy at my feet. I think your daddy has made it abundantly clear he doesn't want any of these things. I, though?” 

The ice cube drags over his left nipple, and Steve just barely manages to keep in his yelp. 

“I want it all, baby boy. The question is: What do you want?” 

He rolls Steve’s hardened nipple between two fingers, the pain only heightened by the lingering cold of the ice- … and then he's gone. Steve is left in the dark, floundering and disoriented and desperately hard, and this time, he can't contain his whimper. 

A hand grabs his jaw, from the front this time, and he smells whisky and cigarette smoke and the heady, thick scent of Eddie’s arousal. Steve moans and opens his mouth, saliva pooling on his tongue. When he tries to lean in, Eddie digs his nails into his skin and holds him in place. 

“What. Do. You. Want?” he repeats, every word sharp. “You're not getting anything unless you tell me.” 

He gives Steve’s jaw a brief, warning shake, and Steve’s cock twitches against thin air. Eddie waits. A second, two, while the fire crackles merrily and the cold water on Steve’s skin slowly goes warm. And Steve still can’t see him, but he knows he must be a sight to behold. The black lines of his tattoos contrasting with pale skin, dark curls basked in a halo of red and orange by the firelight, the smug smile playing on those perfect, plush lips. He wishes he could see. 

He could say as much, he guesses - except the thought makes something unbearably soft stir behind his chest, so he doesn’t. 

“You,” he says instead, struggling to form words around the hand still clenching down on his jaw. “Want you.” 

“Aw, honey,” Eddie coos, all fake sweetness. His grip doesn’t ease. “But you have me already. I’m right here with you, ain’t I?” 

His thumb shifts, the pad of it pressing down on Steve’s bottom lip without quite slipping in, and it’s all he can do not to cry out in frustration. His hands twitch in their restraints.

“Your cock,” he grits out, humiliation prickling at the corners of his eyes. Suddenly, he’s glad for the blindfold. 

“Pardon?” Eddie says. “I’m afraid I didn’t catch that.” 

“Fuck you,” Steve snaps. “You know exactly what I-” 

The slap comes without warning. One second, Eddie’s hand is on his jaw, and one moment later, it’s gone, only for his open palm to connect with Steve’s face. The impact isn’t hard, but it still echoes loudly over the crackle of the fire, leaving behind a hot, stinging feeling in its wake. 

“Oh, look at that, he can speak up,” Eddie drawls. His hand fists into the hair at the base of Steve’s neck, tilting his head up. “Now listen to me, baby. You’re gonna tell me what you want, and you’re gonna tell it to me loud and clear. Do you understand?” 

Steve bites down on his bottom lip to keep in the sob building at the back of his throat. 

“I can always leave again,” Eddie says. “Give you another hour or so to-” 

“No, please,” Steve blurts. He doesn't know why, but the thought of Eddie leaving him alone again fills him with a horrible, cold dread. “Your cock. Fuck, I need- … I want your cock, want it inside me.” 

It feels so weird, saying it out loud. Embarrassing and mortifying and freeing and beautiful all at once. His voice cracks pathetically around the last syllable, but he can't bring himself to mind - not when Eddie makes the softest, fondest sound and cups his face in both hands. 

“That was so good, honey,” he praises, and Steve’s breath hitches in his throat. He can't quite tell if it's a sob or a laugh, but when Eddie strokes the pads of his thumbs over his cheeks, he realizes that they are covered in wet tracks. “Where do you want it?”

“Everywhere,” Steve babbles, the words rushing out of him in a mad tumble, now that the dam has broken. “Wanna suck you off, want you to come on my face, want you to bend me over the bed and fuck me into the mattress and fill me up with your-” 

"Whoa, sweetheart,” Eddie says, pressing a long, chaste kiss to his lips to stop the barrage. “I'd love to do all that, but let's take care of one thing at a time?” 

Steve whines again, the prospect of having to wait, of having to choose when he needs everything, everywhere, at once, sending fresh tears of frustration to his eyes. 

“How about,” Eddie says, lips ghosting over his mouth, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, “if I fuck your face first, until I'm nice and hard for you? And then, when that's done, I get us on that bed and you can ride my cock until we both can't come anymore? How does that sound?” 

“So fucking good,” Steve breathes. “Can we start right now? Please, I need-” 

“Of course we can, baby,” Eddie coos, slipping a tender hand into Steve’s hair in the same movement that he pushes his cock into his mouth, stuffing him deliciously full. “See? Good boys get everything they want. They just need to know how to ask for it.” 

More smutty September

[2thestars-andbeyond]

Little Rabbit

Summary: Y/n is the youngest Archeron sister. While training with Rhysand, she winnows herself to the Autumn Court by mistake and finds someone she can't seem to get off her mind..

"Just close your eyes and try again." Rhysand told me, sternly. I'm sure he was getting pretty fed up with me and my training. Plus we'd been at this for a good three hours now. "Close your eyes and concentrate."

"That's what I've been doing Rhys! And its not working!" I took a deep breath trying not to lose my temper. "I just end up five feet from where i'm standing."

Winnowing was hard and learning how to use the power was draining. Taking a seat on a near by stump, I wiped away a stay tear that started to roll down my cheek.

"Winnowing is a power not all Fae have. It takes a good deal of concentration and strength. try again Y/N. Try to think of another spot in the woods."

All the woods looked the same. Every tree the same type of maple. Every blade of grass the same shade of green.

I rolled my eyes at Rhys. "I'm not sure why you have so much faith in me winnowing anyway. I'm obviously not that good at it so i'm not sure why it matters so much."

Rhys took a deep breath and ran his hand down his face. "Y/n, I know you can do this. Close your eyes and try again. Focus on the tree that Azriel is standing next to."

Az just nodded at me. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I always loved being in the woods especially during autumn. All the colors and cool breezes. Soon, in my minds eye, the tree behind the Shadow Singer had vibrant orange leaves and a cool breeze blew my hair. I ripped my eyes open.

"You've got to be kidding me." I whispered in disbelief. I had done it. I had finally winnowed, right into the Autumn Court...

"I knew that asshole was up to something" Rhysand had been trying for the past week to get me to winnow. I hope he's happy now.

"I know you can do it" I mocked my brother in law as I walked through the unfamiliar forest of Autumn. I knew it was a matter of time before Beron's sentries found me. Rhysands "I know you can do it" is probably going to get beheaded or whatever they do to trespassers in this Court.

I heard shuffling in the nearby bushes. I stopped so abruptly I almost fell. "Please don't be a bear or a wolf."

I let out a sigh of relief as a squirrel jetted out of the bush.

"Are you lost little rabbit?"

I whirled around and bumped right into a red haired male.

"Shit." I murmured under my breath, finding it hard to find my voice.

He smirked. "You are far from home. Don't worry. I already informed Rhysand."

I had never met this male before. So how did he know who I was? He took a step around means continued down the path.

"I do have to say that it is pretty impressive that you winnowed this far away from Night. nearly four courts away. Come. We will meet your high lord somewhere safe. Beron has eyes and ears everywhere. Sometimes I fear the creatures are on his side as well."

I ran to catch up with him. "Wait so you aren't going to turn me in?"

He chuckled. "Why would I do that? Hmm?" His amber eyes met mine.

His gaze was intense and nearly took my breath away. "I-it's just that i'm trespassing, correct? I was sure that would be punishable in such a cutthroat Court?"

"Oh, it is. Usually anyway, but I told Beron i'd check out the breech in the border."

We walked for what seemed like forever. Passing by tree after tree, all of them different it seemed, unlike the forest back home. Every tree different shades of Autumn colors. More vibrant than I had ever seen back in the night Court or the human lands for that matter. Before I knew it we had reached a clearing.

"Take my hand" The male told me. "Rhysand waits for you in the clearing."

I gave him a skeptical look, "Ahh. I don't see anything inside the clearing"

"Just trust me." He replied offering me his hand.

"How do I know I can trust you? I don't even know you."

"I would never let any harm come to you, Y/n." I gasped as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his chest. The smell of crackling fire and spice engulfed me as he winnowed us into the clearing.

Rhysand, Feyre and Az appeared before me. Azriel, noting how close the male held me, drew his knife.

"Calm down Shadow Singer, she is unharmed. Aren't you little rabbit?" He asked, bringing my chin up so that my eyes met his again.

Azriel growled. but the male let me go. Taking one more look at his face, I ran into my older sisters arms. "I'm okay. " I assured them.

"Thank you Eris for keeping her safe." Rhys stated.

"It is strange though. That she winnowed so far from home." Eris mused. "Makes one wonder what drew her to a court she had never stepper foot into." With that, he disappeared.

Shocked was an understatement. The male that had saved me was the Heir of Autumn. the male every one talks so much shit about. And all I could think about was how his warm hand felt wrapped around my wrist. How his finger had gently raised my chin, how his amber eyes seemed to darken as they bore into mine.

[cvnt4him]

...mikah presents to you...

ೃ࿔ 𝑐𝑣𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯!

fun fact! it's 𝑐𝑣𝑛𝑡𝑠 first time doing a kinktober due to this account being created this year! hopefully you all enjoy what cvnt has in store<33

ʚ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑣𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑠; ɞ

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❝i hope you all enjoy what my incredible brain comes up with! I am very excited to finally share with you my very own experience with something so important in the fanfic readers/writers community. I hope whatever I manage to bring out is up to your standards and are enjoyable to your liking.—

— Of course, minors [BELOW THE AGE I SAY] and ageless blogs I cannot control you. I will say DNI for my own very purposes however, you all have brains and know right from wrong. do not interact with such things you know you should not. with that being said, may the festivities begin! enjoy your kinktober everyone‹3❞

[ages 17+ are welcome.]

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those in orange will have "dark themes" and/or "extreme" kinks.

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✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔬𝔫𝔢; no nut november. shoyou hinata

ᯓ ❝ in hopes of besting his peers in a challenge hes never participated in, he tries his hardest to last throughout the entire november. how does it all turn out?❞

contains ➪ riding, sub!M, brat taming? slight choking, m4f

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 ��𝔧𝔳𝔢; save a horse—ride a what?! izuku midoriya

ᯓ ❝ you meet a well-known cowboy around town! he seems awfully sweet and charming. He gets you out of a pretty sticky situation; little did you know it came with a price.. ❞

contains ➪ bondage, ass slapping, choking, sir kink, size kink [slight] m4f

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔫𝔧𝔫𝔢; wardrobe malfunction. izuku x kirishima

ᯓ ❝ you're on your way to check up on your friends to see if they've gotten all suited up in their Mirko outfits for the photoshoot, you see one of them had a bit of trouble..izuku being the helpful guy he is, he offers the red haired foe a hand,.. things get a little..too handy in the meantime..❞

contains ➪ m!sub, soft!dom zuzu, mm4f, anal, oral m recieve, fingering, spit mention, slight hair pulling

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔧𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫; rainy days seem as if they'll never end. sugawara koushi.

ᯓ ❝ as fall approaches the days get drowsier, slower in some sort. rain and color changing leaves decorate the town. just your luck, your umbrella gets stolen. a charming and handsome fellow helps you out and offers a date that ends a bit too well.... ❞

contains ➪ soft sex, praise, reader is called a 'good girl' m4f

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫; whore's don't deserve anything. tsukishima kei

ᯓ ❝ you were a foreign exchange student. everyone seemed to love you the second you joined the club, not him however. he hated your body, your looke, the way you walked, talked, and acted. You were insufferable and a damn idiot! the worst part is....you seemed to turn him on...tutoring you would've been his last option however, he wanted to finally get you alone. give you a piece of his mind and maybe a little more..❞

contains ➪ chubby!reader, victim complex, head pushing, forcing, slight noncon, degrading, bullying, oral m recieve, dumbification, m4a

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔬𝔫𝔢; bunny boy. izuku midoriya

ᯓ ❝ in this world of hybrids and humans, hybrids are known as pets, animals. despite the similar features they have to humans they are still considered pets. They walk around on leashes or with collars and act as sworn protectors to their owners. you adopt a cute little bunny boy! His names izuku! You two grow up together and are rather inseparable. However...it's izukus first rut, he doesn't know what to do! will you help him?❞

contains ➪ sub!m, virginies, heat/rut, hybridAU, handjobs, bunny shenanigans?? m4f

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔣𝔧𝔳𝔢; situationship. kuroo tetsuro

ᯓ ❝ you're a reporter there alongside one of your longtime friends and partners to help interview volleyball players and bring people together through sports! You get a little too chatty with one of the players and that just doesnt sit right with him....❞

contains ➪ public sex, hair pulling, ass slapping, slight choking, spit, m4f

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔫𝔧𝔫𝔢; separation anxiety. asahi azumane.

ᯓ ❝ your husband finally gets back home from a business trip and surprises you with a lovely scenery! He confesses he won't be leaving your side anytime soon!!❞

contains ➪ fluff infused smut, gentle sex, slight praise m4f

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔧𝔯𝔱𝔶; separation anxiety. izuku midoriya.

ᯓ ❝you meet a cutesy little teacher for the first time by saving a local eatery. The hostages thanked you and he couldn't help but admire you, you're an upcoming hero who doesn't get too much action, he made sure to pull a few strings to get you the recognition you deserved. He spoke to you once and felt as if you'd put him under a spell, he couldn't be apart from you..not now not ever. when he found out you were getting married to some bozo, well, that didn't sit right with him at all...❞

contains ➪ obsession, stalking, masturbation, bondage, mentions of kidnapping, m4a

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔧𝔯𝔱𝔶-𝔬𝔫𝔢; was your mic muted? kenma kozume.

ᯓ ❝ you were dating a well known streamer, it was his whole entire life to play video games and people loved watching him play. you were familiar with his schedule and the way he did things to a certainty, it slipped your mind that he might've been streaming today and you were a little...rowdy. there's no shame in wanting to spend time with your significant other!! you asked for a little action and he happily obliged not warning you there were others...❞

contains ➪ oral m recieve, reader gets called good girl like once or twice,

Bonus!!

Lost in the woods.. kirishima x bakugou x reader fantasy AU

Fucked by masked men?! MHA edi

includes, midoriya, bakugou, kirishima, sero, shoto, shinsou,

Fucked by masked men?! HQ edi

includes, hinata, bokuto, kageyama, ushijima, kuroo, tsukishima.

These will come a little later!!

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Don't forget to let me know what you think!

[jes12321]

Yo I think I relate to Crowley bc we are both mentally I’ll queers who fall hard but don’t do anything about it, telling ourself it’s because we’re fine on our own, but it’s really bc we know we couldn’t handle the possible rejection that comes with expressing your feelings for another person.

[twisting-in-wonderland]

I've been playing a lot of fire emblem recently, and one character's casual wear (Pandreo's) just. reminded me of ace lol

so here's some self-indulgent drawings - Ace can be a fire emblem mage/priest. as a treat

(wips under read-moree)

[its-pit-not-icarus]

hey lightning rod ⚡ (tap/click for higher quality!)

[pyrepostings]

imagining a defiant interrogation whumpee who gets sick of saying "I'm not telling you" so they start going into what sounds initially to be them finally telling whumper what they want to know, but ends up being whumpee wasting time by just quoting a song.

[kacievvbbbb]

I’ve been rereading this lovely fic by @erinyra (it’s great I seriously recommend) and I’ve been doing some thinking and I do think Mihawk should get sick and it could be just like a passing illness or bug but something that lays him out for a bit and while yes I think a sick Mihawk would be adorable and terrifying and I love that for me.

I also think it’d be a way for Shanks to confront his probably latent issues with illness and seemingly untouchable people. After all his captain was as untouchable as they come, literally king of the pirates, but he still got sick and that ruined Shanks life. And here it is happening all over again. Mihawk probably the strongest most unflappable person he knows is sick with some unknown disease (not really his anxiety riddled mind just can’t process what Hongo is saying) And Shanks is not handling it…..well.

Shanks can withstand many things; any manner of injury or bodily harm to him and his loved ones that’s fine they can walk it off. but illness? he does not fuck with illness…

[aauroralightss]

i love trigun stampede as an adaptation and i always do my best to engage with it as its own piece of art vs. as a reflection of trigun maximum (bc imo that's setting it up for failure!!!) But it always baffles me when people try to act like stuff like vash or wolfwood's new designs aren't explicit changes to their characterisation haha

[redbean-nom]

redesign of the Vespa Kids from book of boba fett

thoughts & closeups under cut

so i tried to keep their general appearances/colors intact while adding some actual personality (because i think the main problem with the original designs is that they feel like extras, not side characters).

Red: Zabrak orphan who grew up on Tatooine. 18 years old, was a member of the local insurgent group around the end of the empire era. Has a combo blaster/interrogation droid arm. Speeder is a repurposed version of Maul's speeder from phantom menace.

Blue: Human raised in the non-Tatooine parts of the Outer Rim. 23 years old, known assassin who worked for Jabba. Uses a scavenged magnaguard-type electrostaff. Has basically a version of the mandalorian helmet visors built into his face. Speeder is an abandoned scout trooper speeder.

Yellow: Tusken orphan from the clans around the podrace area. 19 years old, became a bounty hunter after his tribe (and bantha) were killed by the Pikes to expand spice routes. Has a Vader-style chest panel and rocket feet. Speeder is a custom pod attached to one of Sebulba's engines, with attached rancor teeth and horns from his late bantha.

Green: Human who grew up on Coruscant, but family fled the Empire to Tatooine around A New Hope. 21 years old, originally worked as a local enforcer for various Hutts. Has super battle droid arm & leg attachments. Speeder is stolen from local nikto gang.

original designs for reference:

[cepheusgalaxy]

can someone give me ideas for renaming kyouka? i dont think that name fits the most and also i chose it maaany years ago now i think it could be cultural appropriation (i tried to compare it with someone naming their oc like Carlinhos and uh... yea feels a lil disrespectful if they dont know much about the name of the culture surrounding it yknow) and i think i can come up with something more meaningful than that. Something relating to the fact she chose her name in a book, and maybe also referencing her whole jester thing going on

[arinemone]

so instead of sleeping, i drew them sleeping. well, trancing???? something like that

[strixhaven]

someone needs to physically restrain me from making tavs that’re drow, half-drow, drow-looking tieflings, duergar, and force me to branch out aesthetically

[hoperays-song]

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