#paranormal nsft

[manwhore4till]

Imagination?

(afab reader x cis male ghost)

Showering at night always brought out the horny in you, and you never knew why. Was it some deep, evolutionary impulse that made you feel safer to mate at night? Was it the water? At any rate, here you are again, your mind firmly in the gutter, and your nipples hardening because of it.

That's why you thought it was your imagination at first.

It felt as if a tongue was lapping at your earlobe.

Then, it felt as if lips were kissing down your neck and across your shoulder.

Those things you could pass off as your mind, but then you gasped as two big hands cupped your tits. And it made you moan.

As your nipples were already perky, the intruder didn't have to do much to make them stand at attention. You felt fingertips rubbing them in circles, then pinching them. You reflexively arched your back and sent your hips backwards, and that's when you felt it.

There was a dick--you couldn't see it, but you could unmistakably feel it--and it was huge.

Whoever this was, he was already rock solid, so you decided, what the hell? You began to grind slowly against him, and his dick throbbed.

You like that, you dead bastard? You thought to yourself. As if responding to your thought, you both heard and felt the wind of a sigh ruffle the back of your hair. The invisible hands then moved slowly downward, down your lower stomach, to rest on your hips. He then ground his dick harder into your ass.

Awkwardly, you grabbed at one of the big, invisible hands resting on your hip, and moved it downwards. You parted the invisible fingers, moving them so that two were extended. You then slowly, slowly slid them inside you. You felt another, longer moan from him. The fingers then began to scissor, and you moaned, too.

So it went, his fingers working inside you, and your hips and his hips bumping and moving as he humped you. Suddenly, after several minutes of silence, he withdrew his hand. You only had a spare five seconds to ponder this before you felt the ghost's dick pushing into you.

You felt weight pin you into the wall, and a hand again rubbing one of your tits. You whimpered as your inner walls stretched to accommodate him and his big, thick rod. Despite being dead, he had gotten it up quite nicely, and you felt him twitch in pleasure somewhere deep within. Moving much like before, your hips went back, and his went forward. Giggling to yourself, you realized that you even heard and felt a soft slapping of balls against you.

He then changed his thrusts to be harder, and angled himself so that he kept hitting a sensitive spot over and over. It was too much to bear for the both of you.

As your pussy trembled, you felt a rush of tingling warmth let go. The ghost left a big, hot load fly deep up in you, causing you to sigh in pleasure. The soft dick then pulled out, and you felt a few fleeting kisses down the back of your neck.

The presence left, and you were left aching for more.

This was sitting in my drafts for a while, so I finally decided to finish it. There has GOT to be more ghost porn on this website.

Next, I'll either continue this, or write for a god.

Hope you liked

[squishysoftmonsters]

Triggers : Sexual Content/Themes [Mature +18 Minors /Ageless DNI]

💚Imagine trying to focus on work and studies but you have to take multiple breaks because your ghost boyfriend want some one on one time with you,rimming teasing edging. Sometimes tonguing,eating up and fingers. You'd be bent over in the bathroom or in the shower on your knees..lifted up while in bed or spread open in the closet💚

[wrens-c0rps3]

monster fuckers. that’s it. that’s the post 🫶🏼

[ghostfucker-69]

the reason im a ghostfucker is because after an entire evening of listening to Soft Fuzzy Man by Lemon Demon on repeat, i had a very sexy dream about a very sexy ghost man in a sexy military uniform (he never actually went to war, but died of an illness just before he was deployed, so he told me) and he fucked me very nicely under a tree in a mossy forest. 10/10. been a ghostfucker ever since.

[jay-wasreblogging]

Sherlock was checking to see if John had an erection in his sleep for the purpose of his knowledge and NOT for any other...reason 👀

[astrogeek7]

I'm not here to sell you anything.

I genuinely want people to enjoy a story I wrote. No getting paid, no consumerist bullshit.

Just reading a gay contemporary romance that may involve a church, a forgotten deity, three witches and a pastor's kid in the closet.

Here's the link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/371352595?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=virgothealchemist

[writingbyrenae]

Calling all romance writers!

I'm looking for fellow romance (and erotica!) writers and readers to follow. I'm Renae Blackbird (not my real name lol) and my dash feels rather lonely right now. I'll follow anyone who writes romance - dark romance, monster romance, paranormal romance, contemporary, omegaverse, whatever - and I'll follow people who like to talk about it, too

And erotica writers, if you're out there, I'd like to hear from you too. I don't know how to reach you but I hope I do.

My main blog is currently shadowbanned (alas) but if you reblog this and tell me a bit about yourself, your stories, etc, I'll definitely follow you.

Hope to hear from you soon!

[dorsey-divine]

Writing Commissions

Not proud of it but I've got some big bills to pay so I'm opening up short story commissions.

Price:

-$5.00 per 1,000 words

-If you want 10,000 words or more then the rate goes up to $10.00 per 1,000 words.

-If you want me to write fanfiction then the base rate is $20.00 per 1,000 words, but may be more depending on how much media I have to consume in order to write fic for the work in question. If I've already consumed the work then I'll tell you and the rate will go down to $5.00.

What I'll Write:

-Fantasy, Romance, Horror, and any combination thereof.

-Smut is fine, see the image below the cut for what kinks I will and won't write for. If what you want isn't on there you may ask me about it, but I reserve the right not to write for that kink if I don't want to.

I'll need a basic description of setting, characters (their appearances if that matters to you), and plot.

How:

I use paypal. Message me on Tumblr about what you want and the email address attached to your payapl so that I can request the money, the story will be done within 1-2 weeks and will be sent to you as a PDF file via the previously provided email address.

Here's a format to message me with if you need it:

Hi, I would like to request a (insert word count) story in (insert genre/s) with (insert tropes or kinks). The characters are (insert names, general character traits, descriptions, relationships to other characters, pronouns, and any other information you want me to have) in (insert setting) and they're doing (insert plot/prompt, and if you only want smut then just say at what point I should start the scene). I (do) (do not) give you permission to post my story on your social media. My email is: (insert email here). Thank you.

You are allowed to post whatever it is I write for you in any capacity you want, but please credit me. Lastly, it's okay to ask me questions/request things I may not have listed here, but I still reserve the right to not write what I don't want to write.

You may ignore the giving/receiving part of the image, just tell me who's top and who's bottom. Additionally, if you want a specific position/toy or whatever, just tell me.

[squishysoftmonsters]

Triggers : Sexual Content/Mature +18 Minors/Ageless DNI

💚Stuck underneath your admirer's cold rows,clawing and scratching at the porcelain.. It was the greatest feeling in the world,to be manhandled by a monster who had meat on them! Your eyes glazed over as your cavity was full and stretched.. Weak and trembling as his cold hands spanked your already welted tush.

The cool gut of theirs rubbing your back as they rock..groping you,paralyzed in pleasure as they go deeper inside.

Expecting a mob of skinny ghosts to get you lounging around in nothing. You didn't know you had a BIG ghost in your house who loved you more than food and anything else in this mortal realm. You were perfect to them.

You wanted to handle the chonky spectre after trying to avoid and ignore his teasing and tricks,caving into your desire..You ran out of words as your entire back was covered under their plushy paranormal mound.

You were a drooling mess..But the cool rod he had within you,sent shocks through the organs..like you were attatched to a power line.

He'd laugh,hearing your muffles for more.

Once you go chonk they say..You never turn back..💚

[bluehollowcomic]

First love, the most powerful love of all! Onion has never been kissed, is Bill the one to do it? Drawn into the haunted Blue House and the supernatural mystery unraveling in front of them, Bill and Onion will fall in love between the cracks. In a world full of grief and sorrow, is love the answer we all need to not just keep on living, but also to believing better days can still be ahead?

[glimmeringtwilight]

Hide and Seek | Demon!Kaeya x Reader

Hello hello! This is the first halloween fic with some demon Kaeya for you all :] happy spooky month!!

Word Count: 4.2k

CW: AFAB READER, NSFT, noncon, "sweetheart" as a nickname (no explicitly gendered nicknames though), yandere themes, some blood, maybe implied voyeurism(up to the imagination really), unprotected sex, slight religious themes, probably inaccurate portrayal of ghost hunting.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” 

You roll your eyes, trying to not let the bored, infuriating drawl of your partner get under your skin. “Yes, Kaeya. We’ve done this at least a dozen times now. You don’t need to ask that every time.”

Technically, you don’t know what you’re doing, but you won’t say as much to him. You’ve just read dozens of articles, and this is the sort of thing you’ve seen and read about other paranormal investigators doing, so there’s got to be a reason for it, right?

Kaeya shrugs, moving from his lazy slouch against the dusty countertop closer to you. Air washes over the back of your neck and you bristle, turning over your shoulder to glare at him. He smiles. “What, am I not allowed to watch my partner work?”

Ignoring him, you light another candle. 

“You know… I’ve got to hand it to you, I’ve never met someone as… zealous as you.” He continues after a minute of blissful silence. You try not to roll your eyes again. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. We’ve been searching for-” he makes an exaggerated motion with his hands, pantomiming quotation marks, “-’ghosts’ and ‘ghouls’ and-” he laughs; cynical, cracking laughter- “demons... And after all these months of nothing but boring, dusty houses, you’re still convinced there’s something out there.”

“Okay.”

He laughs again at your lackluster response, this one more mirthful than cynical, and you purse your lips to suppress the smile you feel creeping up. Bastard doesn’t deserve it. You light the last candle, blowing out the match and setting it on the floor next to the rest of your supplies. 

“No offense, but don’t demons like blood? I don’t think red chalk and soy wax candles are going to summon a demon.” Kaeya leans forward to inspect your handiwork over your shoulder, clicking his tongue. “Maybe that’s why we haven’t seen a demon yet. Not enough blood offerings.”

You smile despite yourself. “And are you willing to use your blood, then, Mr. Skeptic?”

“No can do, sweetheart. Demons don’t like my blood type.”

“And what’s your blood type?” 

“Whichever one demons dislike the most.”

That earns a laugh out of you, and you swat him away when he preens a little too much at finally wrangling a laugh out of you. “Go make yourself useful, then, and get the salt from the van.”

Kaeya rocks back onto his heels in a languid stretch, rolling his eyes– well. Eye. You never did ask him about the eyepatch– before turning to go fetch the requested item. “I don’t think demons are allergic to the most boring seasoning, but if it so pleases you…”

“If they’re allergic to you then they’re surely allergic to salt,” You fire back, cleaning up one of the chalk lines with your thumb. 

“Hurtful!” He calls back from down the hall. You hear the front door slam shut a second later.

Shaking your head, you turn back to the task at hand. Admittedly, you’re not sure this will work. It’s not an exact science, but you’re willing to try anything at least a dozen times before ruling it out, and maybe this time will be different. 

While you wait, you dig the ouija board out of your bag, balancing it on your knees, and set the planchette on the center of it. 

Never use a ouija board alone, the woman you’d bought it from had told you sternly. At the time, you’d never even considered it. Using it alone seemed like a bad idea anyways– an invitation for bad things, but… 

Whenever you’ve used it with Kaeya– on the rare occasion he wouldn’t use it as an opportunity to mess with you by purposefully dragging the planchette around the board– nothing would happen. You’re beginning to wonder if he’s bad luck– maybe the kinds of paranormal things you investigate just don’t like talking to a smartass. 

So… Just this once can’t hurt, right?

“Hello. Is anyone there?” You try, resting a few fingers on the planchette. 

No response. 

“If… If there’s someone here, please make yourself known.” You try again. The sound of your voice bouncing off the walls is unnerving– the bareness of the house you’re in is somehow more unsettling than the homes you’ve been in with plastic covered furniture, buried under thick layers of dust. 

Nothing still. 

You’re about to give up, say goodbye and put the board away before Kaeya returns from the van and starts pestering you again, but there’s a sudden tug on the planchette– firm enough it’s almost ripped out from beneath your fingers.

“YES.”

You stare, wide-eyed, down at the board. Your heart begins to pound. “...Hi.”

The planchette shifts again. “HELLO.”

“Hi,” You parrot again, a small, nervous laugh cracking from your chest. Your hand trembles, but you keep it on the planchette. “Uh, hah- Um. How… are you?”

This time, it starts to spell a word. Each letter makes your heart rate spike. “SCARED,” it says. 

“...Why?”

“THAT THING.”

“The… The candles?” 

“NO.”

You’re about to ask another question– maybe the chalk? Maybe you drew the wrong sigils– but the planchette moves again on its own accord, frantically darting from letter to letter. It’s hard to keep up; you’re so busy trying to keep ahold of the planchette with how fast it moves across the board you almost forget to pay attention to the word, processing it a few moments after it’s stopped:

“DEMON.”

“Where?” You press, glancing around to the darkened corners of the room, cold shivers prickling your spine at the thought. It’s messing with you. It has to be, right…?

“NO.” A pause, to be sure you’re paying attention, then it drags across the board hurriedly, like it’s afraid of being caught, “WHO.”

“Who…? I don’t-”

Wood scrapes harshly against wood, the sound grating on your ears, screeching. It’s spelling something new now. A name.

“K A E Y-”

“Sorry I took so long! I couldn’t find the salt.” You hear your partner call from down the hall, footsteps echoing through the empty space. 

You stare blankly at the board as the planchette slips from beneath your fingers, ending on the “GOODBYE.”

Kaeya stops at the entryway, container of salt in hand, “Damn thing rolled under the– Oh, woah, what’s with that face?”

It’s hard to force yourself to calm, balling your hand into a fist and setting it in your lap. You force a shaky smile, trying not to shudder at the look of disdain on his face when his eye flits to the board still sitting in your lap.

“Without me?” He says, striding over and plopping down a bit too quickly. He laughs when you flinch. “I’m wounded.”

You swallow harshly, smile at him with more teeth than you should, and try to choke back the anxiety bubbling in your chest. Why was it spelling his name? “Sorry,” You breathe, clearing your throat when the reply comes out reedy, “I should’ve waited.”

“Spook yourself?” Kaeya asks, leaning in. His eye glints in the candlelight. When you lean away he smiles, all teeth. “You’re shaking.”

You are. But this is your partner, right? The same skeptic that’s tormented you and been a thorn in your side for months. The same smartass that tries to scare you whenever you have to turn out your light, the same one that teases you for jumping at every little creak and noise when you explore abandoned buildings together. 

“Yeah.” Has his eye always been that bright? “Sorry. I thought it worked this time.”

You don’t quite know why you’re lying. Something in your gut tells you to. 

Kaeya pouts, pulling away from you to lean back against his palms. “Aw. Well, that’s a shame. Did it tell you anything fun?”

“Uh-” You clear your throat again, voice pitching. “Nothing. Just… Gibberish.”

“Gibberish?” He parrots back, turning his attention to the candles. You can’t see his face now, dim in the scarce light. The candlelight catches on the ends of his hair– almost beautiful. But your heart hasn’t stopped pounding, the image of the board’s last message replaying in your mind. 

“Y-yeah. I thought it was spelling something, but… nothing.” You tear your eyes away from him to the flickering candles as well, trying to suppress the tremors of adrenaline. It’s just a board. Whatever was speaking to you was probably just fucking with you. 

“Mmmhm.” 

A tense silence follows, with your partner drumming his fingers against dusty floorboards. The sound cracks against your ears, too sharp and loud in the quiet house you occupy to block out. 

“I have an idea.” He starts, not commenting on the little, frightful jump you give when he breaks the silence. “Let’s play a game.”

“A game?”

“Yeah. A game,” He reaches forward, pinching the wick of one of the candles and snuffing it out. He quickly moves on to the next, snuffing out the circle of candles you lit one by one, each sizzling loudly between his fingers. A scent like burnt flesh hits your nose and you recoil, a hand flying up to cover your mouth and nose. 

“Kaeya, what–”

“Hide and seek, to be precise,” He interrupts, unbothered. Without the guide of candlelight you can barely see him, just the vague shadow of a man you think you know. “I’ll seek.”

“Kaeya?”

That shadow turns to look at you. “You have thirty seconds to hide, and I have sixty seconds to find you. Sound fair?”

“L-Look, Kaeya, I don’t-”

“Thirty.”

“Kaeya-”

“Twenty-nine.”

Your stomach lurches. You scramble to your feet, hesitating briefly as the blood rushes to your head from the sudden movement. His eye catches in the bare moonlight that filters in from one of the broken windows, staring straight at you. 

“The previous homeowners left everything that was in their attic. Plenty of places to hide, up there.” He tells you, voice low and conspiratory. You can hear the smile in it; catch a glimpse of teeth. “...But you didn’t hear that from me. Twenty-eight.”

You run for the attic. Kaeya’s voice follows you down the hall, almost sing-song as he counts down. 

Tearing through the rooms, the drone of his voice is drowned out by the sound of your footsteps echoing through the halls. Every room you peer into is completely bare, and you come to the sinking realization that Kaeya was telling the truth– you can’t hide in any of these rooms, it’d take only a quick glance to find you. 

You try to slip up the stairs to the attic as quietly as you can manage, each groaning step making your heart sink further. 

By the time you’re at the top of the steps, you can’t hear Kaeya’s voice anymore. Is he still counting?

The attic is dark, but filled with old, dusty furniture and water-stained cardboard boxes. Sheets cover some of the furniture, moth-eaten and filthy. You stumble through the dark, further into the room. 

“Ready or not, here I come!” Kaeya calls from further in the house. 

Shit. 

There’s a large wardrobe in the corner, turned on its side and partially covered with a sheet like much of the other furniture in the space. It’s better than nothing. The handle sticks when you tug on it, but the door eventually swings awkwardly open– and blessedly quiet– and you’re able to clamber inside the cramped space. 

You shut the door quietly behind you, huddling uncomfortably against the back of it. You can hear the steps to the attic groaning under Kaeya’s weight, then silence. 

Blood rushes in your ears, and you strain to hear over the thrum of your own heart. There’s footsteps meandering around the room now, and you can hear your partner humming lackadaisically as he searches. 

He’s fucking with you. He’s got to be. He saw how spooked you were from the ouija board and he decided that now was the best time for this. Once he’s done with his game you’ll come out and tell him what actually happened with the board. 

…It’s what you want to believe, but terror still graws at your throat, suffocating as you listen to Kaeya tossing heavy objects about the room in his search. It’s been more than sixty seconds by now, hasn’t it? You don’t know. 

The rummaging stops a few feet away from the wardrobe you’re hiding in. You hold your breath, fishing out your phone and unlocking it. 

He wouldn’t hurt you. He wouldn’t. He’s just trying to scare you. 

Right?

You’re not given the time to dwell on it. The wardrobe door swings open, blue light from your phone screen illuminating Kaeya’s face. His one visible eye is wild, pupil blown wide and mouth stretched into a toothy grin. 

“There you are.”

He’s just messing with you. He’s just messing with you, he’s just messing with you–

“O-Okay. Okay, you found me,” You croak, trying to smile despite the anxiety, sharp and sour like acid on your tongue, “Let- Let’s go back to the van, okay? I don’t want to stay here any longer.”

Kaeya pulls you out of the wardrobe by your arm, his grin settling down into something calmer, something more like what you’re used to seeing from him; teasing and playful. “Of course. But, ah, don’t you think I deserve a reward for winning?”

He doesn’t seem to care for a response, already settling down against the dusty hardwood and dragging you by the arm into him, “You know… I’m surprised it took you this long. I’ve been dropping hints for months– subtle ones, of course. Didn’t want to spoil the surprise too quickly.”

For months?

Fingers drum against your spine, staccato movements that send pinpricks of dread through you. “To think such a mousy little spirit would be the one to slip through my fingers and tell you… I guess I should have figured that hag’s warning wouldn’t deter you forever. I just didn’t think you’d have the guts to try the board on your own. Had I known, I would have found some excuse to drag you out with me to the van.” 

He feigns an exasperated sigh. “I was enjoying our game, too. Oh well. It can’t be helped, I suppose.”

You think back on your time spent with him over the last few months. His oddities– he’d always vehemently refuse to touch any of the crucifixes, insisting you had to be the one to bring them into the building because the metal used in them is cheap and gives him hives. 

Or how he’d always blaze on ahead of you to scope out a new building, long legs carrying him in quick strides you struggle to match. You’d eventually given up trying to match his pace and would just let him do his thing. 

Or how, despite constantly insisting the sigils in your book were silly and wouldn’t defend against the boogeyman, he’d still correct you on the protection ones; or smudge the summoning ones with his shoe or with his thumb, smiling and swearing that he thought he saw a spider or a fly when you would catch him doing so. 

Or how, even after all these months, you’ve never once seen him eat. Whenever you’d go out with him to a diner after spending the night in some abandoned building, he’d only ever order a coffee or a glass of water, Or if you were going out to dinner, he’d order something alcoholic and nothing more. In the past, you’d assumed that he ate at home after the two of you parted ways. 

Kaeya’s always been the last one to fall asleep whenever you’d spend the night with him in sleeping bags beside each other in gutted, hollow homes. It used to comfort you, knowing that he’d stay awake for you, talk your ear off until exhaustion won out and you were no longer able to listen. But now…

“...What are you?” You whisper. 

“I think you already know,” He replies, leaning down to dig his nose against your nape. His free hand coils around your throat, something sharp and cold dragging against your skin with the tips of his fingers that was definitely not there before. 

You try to blindly fumble with your phone to dial an emergency number without looking at it– as inconspicuously as you can manage– but Kaeya shifts, unwinds his arm around you and tightens the hand around your throat, and plucks the phone out of your hand. 

He jostles you in his grasp a little with the force he uses to throw it out of sight, far behind him, and you hear it shatter against the wall. 

Ice congeals in your blood, but it doesn’t compare to the sudden frigid shock of his hand sliding underneath your shirt, pressing against your spine to push you closer to him. He feels like snow– absent of warmth and sapping all of your own from you, hungry and stealing. 

“Don’t-” You start, protests tapering off into a pained whine when those sharp-tipped fingers start to dig into your skin, drawing patterns with enough force to leave blood beading in their wake. “Kaeya, that hurts-”

Kaeya shushes you, squeezing your throat tight enough to cut off your next words, “Hush. I’m almost done.”

There’s a building pressure in your chest, pins and needles spreading through your limbs , sensations dulling. You feel the sudden disconnect– the exact moment you’re forced into the backseat in your own body. 

It’s less like the flip of a switch and more like the ice beneath your feet cracking, the sea suddenly and savagely swallowing you whole. Ice floods your veins, pervasive and engulfing– and you’re forced to watch, a prisoner in your skin, as Kaeya lays you on your back. 

The room is freezing. You can see your own breath in front of you, but not Kaeya’s. 

“You’re so soft,” He comments, hands sliding underneath your shirt. You try to bristle, to shove him off, to react in any way besides staring wide-eyed and terrified, but you can’t move. 

Questing hands explore your prone form, hiking up your shirt, tugging down your pants. Kaeya’s eye glows faintly in the darkness of the room– a trick of the light or something else, you don’t know. 

Your pants are tugged fully off you in a hasty motion, cold fingers ghosting over bare skin before Kaeya moves to kneel between your legs. 

You feel the cold on your skin, a wash of equally-cold breath against your sex. It takes a second to register the sensation of cool lips wrapping around your clit and sucking, tongue laving so hard that it registers first as pain before shifting to razor-sharp pleasure. 

Kaeya eats you like a man starved– teeth and tongue and firecracker bright. One arm hooks around your thigh, angling your hips upward. His free hand moves up your chest to tug at your nipples, pinching with enough force to pull whimpers from your mouth and send shocks down your spine. 

It’s torture– being passenger in your own body, forced to endure the sensations. Shadows dance in your vision as you’re forced to stare blankly forward at the ceiling; your mind unable to see what’s in front of you in the pitch blackness and filling the gaps with shapes you don’t want to recognize.

Worse, still, is how cold it is. How cold his hands are, how cold the room has gotten. It rests just on the precipice of freezing– cold, but not cold enough to do more than wrack your body with shivers and raise gooseflesh. Uncomfortable, but not deadly in the way his hands are. 

The hand playing with your chest slides down between your legs, and he takes advantage of the arousal that’s started to leak from your entrance, sliding two cold fingers into you. 

Thankfully, those sharp-tipped nails are blunt once more as he presses them inside you. You almost wish they weren’t, however, when they immediately curl inside of you, abusing a spot that has you shuddering and clenching unwillingly around him. The heat that builds inside of you hurts almost the same, too fast and too sudden with the sensation that Kaeya forces from you. 

Nails dig into your thigh, drawing blood, and Kaeya sucks harder than before. An orgasm is ripped so suddenly from you it hurts. It’s wrong. It hurts. Your vision whites out anyway. You cry out through closed lips, unable to properly scream. 

Kaeya doesn’t nurse you through it. Doesn’t try to gently ease you back to earth. Instead, you hear him take a sharp intake of breath– does he even need to breathe?– and then his mouth is back on you, as fervent as it was before. 

It burns– too much sensation at once. You struggle to breathe, struggle to regain control of your body to twist away from him. The most you can manage is a twitch of your fingers. 

Another orgasm rips through you like a bullet., half overstimulated pain and half pleasure. You black out. 

When you come to, Kaeya’s moved up to hover over you, hands cupping your cheeks in a way that’s so tender it makes you sick. 

There’s a smile on his face that matches the aching emptiness in your chest. You tear your eyes away, looking back towards the ceiling instead. There’s a small hole in the roof, you realize– one you didn’t notice before, but there’s light starting to filter through it now, the morning beginning to crack open its eyes for a new day. 

“Do you believe in god?” He asks, dragging your attention away from the dawnlight beginning to pour into the room with a firm grip on your chin. 

When you don’t answer, his smile widens into something sickening and self-satisfied. He leans in, whispering fervently against your mouth– “That’s alright. I can be your god.”

You close your eyes, if only to not have to see his face as he kisses you. You can taste yourself on his tongue as he forces it past your slack lips. 

He kisses you long and slow, stealing the breath from your lungs like he steals the warmth from your skin. When he pulls away, his thumb takes the place of his tongue– invasive and vile and unwelcome. You fight against the paralysis as much as you can, trying to muster the strength to do anything more than lie there. 

Kaeya grins at the weak press of teeth against his thumb, cooing patronizingly when you can’t manage to bite down any harder. He doesn’t remove his thumb, just presses further into your mouth until you gag around him and holds it there. 

He shuffles a bit, free hand pressing your thigh against the floor as something presses against your entrance. It’s the only warning you get– a sharp intake of air before he’s pressing inside of you like a knife; cold and unforgiving and so, so wrong. 

“Cute,” He says, when you try to beg around the thumb in your mouth. “Cute,” He reiterates, when you try again to bite, when you force a trembling hand up and try to pry his hand from your mouth. 

Pins and needles lance through your arm, your grip weak. You can barely curl your fingers around his wrist with how heavy your limbs feel. 

Kaeya pulls out, thrusting back in and jostling your body against the ground, and your arm falls slack against your chest. He sets a slow pace, unlike the way he did with his mouth. It's worse. It’s so, so much worse; feeling the way your body betrays you instead of the overwhelming burn of sensation like before.

He looks at your face the entire time, gauging the way you bite his thumb and stifle whimpers. One particularly harsh thrust has your eyebrows furrowing, expression betraying the sharp bolt of pleasure that lances through you, and he smiles.

The thumb is pulled from between your lips and replaced with his tongue once more as he leans back down to kiss you. You try to be impassive, to be as unresponsive as possible, but each harsh thrust of his cock cracks another whimper from your lips against his. He swallows each one, thumb moving to rub deep circles into your clit. 

You wonder what became of whoever it was that warned you– are they still here? Are they watching? But the room is quiet save for your quest gasps and whimpers– the sound of skin on skin as Kaeya presses into you– and you've never felt more alone.

“Stop,” You gasp against his mouth. It’s too much– the building heat, the coiling pleasure. You won’t, you can’t– “Stop-” 

“It’s okay,” He bites your lip, digs his nails into your thigh. You feel blood drip onto the floor but it’s drowned out by the incoming peak you try to stave off. “You’re okay. Let go.”

You sob against his mouth, clenching down on his cock as he forces another orgasm out of you. It hurts in a different way this time, cold as you come back down from it. This time, the cold takes root; sinks into your bones and into your lungs, threading between ribs and vertebrae. 

Distantly, you hear him groan– feel him shudder and release inside you. You turn your gaze to the ceiling, where morning light pours in to wash over the two of you. 

He doesn’t pull out, doesn’t move away, just pulls you close and into him, stealing the warmth from your chest. It’s like being cradled by snow. And when he brushes the hair from your face– smiles another hollow, empty smile– you wonder if, perhaps, he is.

[find-appiness]

·˚ ༘ 𓇗 “ Pro-Para Pro-transID Pro-Ship Discord Server in Need of Mods ” . . . ！

I've been working on a new discord server that's radically pro paraphilia, pro trans identity, and pro fiction! I want to open it up during August, which is paraphilia pride month, but I need mods for the server to do so!

There will be a couple different sections of the server in need of mods. There is an all ages section and an adult only section. There will also be events for the server that will need a team of people to organize and run them, as well as people to review applications to the server!

All mods who want to apply should be over the chronological bodily age of 16! They are responsible for all ages section caretaking and making sure everything runs smoothly! If they are under the age of 18 bodily they will not have access to the adult sections of the server.

All mods for the adult sections will need to be over the chronological bodily age of 18! They are responsible for NSFT section caretaking.

Event coordinators have one of the biggest responsibilities in the server. They will come up with the events for the server. This includes gaming events and art events!

Ticket managers also have a big job as they must verify who is allowed in the server! They will have access to reviewing all of the applications and discussing them with people who want to join!

If any of these jobs sound right for you, please apply below 👇🏾

[thefunniestjester]

hey! welcome to my blog

WHO AM I

my name is jester! i use she/they/he pronouns, and i’m an avid sims player ( 8k+ hours… ) i like other games aswell, like minecraft and stardew valley, and i love ghosts and the paranormal, reading, writing, art and history!

WHAT I POST

i’ll post mostly sims 4 content, like cc i like, sims news and the occasional screenshot. i may also reblog/post things related to my other interests.. but usually not.

DNI

-if you are a nsft account, or post nsft content!

-if you are a hateful person ( homophobic, sexist, transphobic, racist, ect ect. ) i do NOT tolerate disrespect and hate here.

this section may be updated as time goes on, but please just be kind!

FAQ

are you wcif friendly?

-sort of. you are TOTALLY free to ask, but i can’t promise i’ll always be able to find it and tell you. i have a lot of cc, and a lot of it is older so i don’t exactly remember it all. but PLEASE feel free to ask anyway, because if i use it often, i most likely know!

do you use alpha or maxis match?

i almost exclusively use maxis match!

where else can you be found online?

i’m on twitter! @froggyjester and i have another blog! @jesterthefunniest

[bokunoheros]

BOKUNOHEROS' MASTERPOST.

this is a SHARED BLOG, that will feature NSFT* content as well as DARK CONTENT. don't like? DNI. 🙅 minors? DNI w/ NSFT or D.C.

*what's NSFT? not safe for tumblr!

CALIUS 🦊

     hello! i am CALIUS, and i am 19, turning 20 on the 21st of october, and my biggest writing skills i like to pride myself are my characterization and dialogues. if you wish to read my other works, i have a genshin tumblr @xiaosweetheart. my pronouns are HE/IT/MOON, and i am transmasc non-binary.

     i have been very on and off into bnha since around 2018, however, now i’m fully invested (god save me). i have not read the manga, nor am i up-to-date with the anime (i’m working on it, though!), but i am aware of SPOILERS and the ENDING. 

SHOUTO TODOROKI is my HUSBAND, while KATSUKI BAKUGOU is my BOYFRIEND. i have two hands for a reason. these are the characters you will see me posting the most about. (DENKI KAMINARI is my sneaky lil side piece.)

XENOVA 🐙

hii!! my name is XENOVA and i’m 18. i’ve been writing for my hero since 2018 woah :0 i use ANY pronouns.

i’m desperately in love with TAMAKI AMAJIKI, while TOMURA SHIGARAKI is my side piece (and DENKI KAMINARI is my sneaky link). i’m caught up on the anime and know spoilers for the manga so if you wanna chat please send a dm!! much love mwah mwah 💋

FORDULA 🪲

hey so i'm actually super normal (lie), but my name is STANFORD and i am 18 :P i am in love with TENYA IIDA, DENKI, and HITOSHI!!... i have a tumblr and ao3, but i'm inactive as hell so don't expect shit from me, despite me being an avid smut writer... i do work a full time job (unlike these 2), and i may not be quite as active!

MASTERLIST. (coming soon!)

KINKTOBER 2024.

INDIVIDUAL ADMIN RULES.

GENERAL RULES.

we will NOT write for:

YUGA AOYAMA, KOJI KODA, RIKIDO SATOU, MEZO SHOJI, TORU HAGAKURE, MINOROU MINETA, the entirety of CLASS 1-B with the exception of NEITO MONAMA

ALL of SHIKETSU HIGH & KETSUBUTSU ACADEMY with the exceptions of CAMIE UTSUSHIMI, & YO SHINDOU

ALL PRO HEROS with the exceptions of KEIGO TAKAMI/HAWKS, RUMI USAGIYAMA/MIRKO, SHOUTA AIZAWA/ERASERHEAD, NEMURI KAYAMA/MIDNIGHT, & YU TAKEYAMA/MT LADY 

THE LEAGUE OF VILLAINS with the exceptions of TOMURA SHIGARAKI, TOUYA TODOROKI/DABI, & HIMIKO TOGA

VIGILANTES

PARANORMAL LIBERATION FRONT

GENRES we write:

SMUT (MINORS DNI w/ 18+ CONTENT)

DARK CONTENT/DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

YANDERE

ANGST

COLLEGE AU

FANTASY AU

FLUFF

MODERN/REAL LIFE AU

SOULMATE AU

SMAU

any AU You, yes You!, can think of! just send in an ask :3

ABOUT THE TRIO

CALIUS and XENOVA have known each other since 2020, and have been almost inseparable since then despite never having met in person (yet). 

CALIUS and FORDULA have known each other since 2022(?), having met in highschool, and hang out often irl.

XENOVA and FORDULA met through CALIUS.

[sync-ships]

intro

hi I'm click, this is my 18+ sideblog for cool art and fics and shit. I may post my own art I may not, who knows. either way this account is strictly 18+, no minors allowed. so here's some quick ground rules and tags

no minors-- if you don't have any indicator that you're above 18 in your bio I will block you. this is a hard rule, I don't care

I don't always post just nsft content but y'know just be aware it may show up on ur dash

just don't be a freak I guess <3 interact with artists and creators and have fun

tags

scribbles & lines - art

sync sketches - my art if I ever post it

drabbles & novels - fics

sync writes- my fics if I ever post them

d-smp - dream smp

q-smp - quackity smp

h-smp - hermitcraft

op-q - ordem paranormal quarentena

cool shit - any other general stuff that's not fandom related

fluff - cute shit

nsft - what it says on the tin

[enchantedbrew]

۞ Kaoru Rindo Info ۞

Name: Kaoru Rindo

Age: 42

Gender/Pronouns: M | He/him/his

Orientation: Biromantic bisexual

Height: 5'10 (180 cm)

Notable Physical Features: N/A

Trigger Warnings: Violent content, anxiety/depression, dark themes, nsfw/nsft

Likes: Enchante’s coffee, sentai hero action films, non-humans (secretly), cooking, entertaining guests, driving in his car

Dislikes: Overtime, threats of non-humans, the GPM higher ups, instant coffee, unnecessary risk

Appearance:

TLDR: Kaoru Rindo is a friendly but distant individual that staunchly protects those he cares about. While he keeps his friends at arm’s length, he will care for and guide them whenever he is needed. He tends to work long nights for his employer, GPM, which often includes gathering information or combating non-human threats.

Background: Kaoru Rindo was the eldest child of two siblings who found his responsibility early in looking after his younger sister. This became more so after his parents passed away and Shizuku was left in his care. Kaoru lived his life much like any normal human would all up until he discovered non-humans and became curious about them. Thus, he enlisted into the Government Paranormalism Measures organization and began to study the creatures. Shortly after, his sister Shizuku would follow him into the organization, though in a slightly different field. Brother and sister worked side by side, in intelligence and research and development respectively, until his sister befell a tragedy that stripped her human self away and turned her into a non-human. Unable to land the killing blow on his own family, Rindo left Shizuku in her partner’s care and continued to serve GPM beside him, choosing not to speak of his sister or the incident again afterwards.

Abilities: As a member of the Intelligence Division of GPM, Rindo possesses a number of combat skills, such as hand-to-hand combat. He primarily uses a gun and a knife in battle, though not always at the same time. Rindo also has extended knowledge with use concerning the databases of GPM, non-human expertise, and technological information. While his knowledge in these areas by far doesn’t surpass his friend and co-worker Mikado, he is at least knowledgeable enough to be useful on the field. Additionally, being part of the Intelligence Division of GPM means Rindo also possessive extensive skill in surveillance, collections of data and information, and reconnaissance.

Personality: Rindo is a mature and kind individual, often putting others well ahead of himself and giving his all to protect those people from harm or information which might put them in harms way. He is a chivalrous and caring individual, even if he does sometimes enjoy picking on his friends. Rindo is also a hard-worker, often spending long nights with his work at GPM or simply sleeping over in the office. Though he will do everything he can to help those people he cares about, Rindo also often does his best to hide his true feelings in any given situation and wears a mask of collected composure. He is a friendly but distant individual.

Relationships: Rindo has a fairly friendly disposition, and he can make friends with anyone that gives him the space to do so, even non-humans. That being said, Rindo doesn’t go out of his way to make deep connections, and he’s satisfied with casual, surface-level friendships. He tries to keep most people at a distance to avoid getting them involved with the non-human world and whatever GPM happens to be up to. Somehow this doesn’t make him seem like a cold or distant person, as he still works hard to help and protect his friends, even distant ones.

Hobbies: Rindo has given up almost all of his hobbies to dedicate himself to the work GPM has issued him and to protecting humans from non-human incidents, but in what little off-time Rindo does have he enjoys joyrides in his car most of all. Aside from that, while it is a hobby that he’s put aside for his work, Rindo also deeply enjoys cooking and partaking in delicious food.