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messylustt · 7 months

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v.15.10.23 day eight: dry humping ( nsfw )

hobie brown brainrot

hobie is all sweaty as him and his band finish their performance. you had been in the crowd, smiling, clapping and nodding your head along to the music. girls beside you, all in clusters, were cheering while lowering their tops, some even with hand-made shirts that said ‘my boyfriends in a band’. quite a few of the girls had hobie’s face on it. you had learnt not to be jealous, knowing that they were just groupies, no matter how loud and provocative they could get. you focus on hobie, his ringed fingers tapping slightly at his guitar as he then scanned the crowd. stopping on you, he smiled, removing his guitar and jumping down from the stage. as he heads in your direction, you can hear a girl beside you say “i told you he’d notice me.” she brushes her hair behind her ear as she watches hobie near. you slightly shift your gaze to her, watching as she shimmied her tube top lower, waiting for hobie to arrive. that’s when you feel a hand grab your chin, turning your head back and towards your boyfriend, hobie. he doesn’t waste a second before kissing you, grinning against your mouth as he slips his hand into your hair, drawing you closer. hoots and hollar’s come from somewhere, while girls gasps and annoyed huffs come from right beside you. “hobie — ” you manage briefly against his mouth, but he just grabs your arm, not even noticing the other girls glances as he takes you back stage. he really doesn’t waste any time as he pulls you down onto his lap making a small squeak leave you. “hobie, what are you — ” he kisses you again, moving your legs to straddle him “move your hips” he mumbles against your mouth, his grip tight on them now. “i’m so fucking hard because of you, so move your hips.” at his tone you slowly begin to grind against him, his own hands guiding you as he nods, breathing heavier. “jus’ like that, luv” he kisses you again, as his own hips slightly lift up into you as you grind. his hands move under your shirt as he moves his lips to your neck, muttering about how you looked too pretty, and that next time you should wear a hood if you don’t want him to drag you back stage and make you ride him again. because the sight of you supporting his music always goes straight to his cock.

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cheeseburgersinparadise · 7 months

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I put on my favorite lingerie to take these pics for you🥰🥰 and your followers

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The beautiful and sexy @alexandy99 indulging me in my request to fulfill the exhibition prompt for kinktober. I hope you felt as hot as you look, because this body harness is fucking fire.

Thank you so much - I’m always in love with how hot all of you are. 💕

#thank u again ur so hot 🥵#chzburger submission #feedist kinktober #still tagging this as such even though I will try to write something also

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xythlia · 7 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 — (𝐒)𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 !

kinktober week one | knife play | ghostface!belphie x f!reader

welcome to What Goes Bump In The Night week one! Our theater one showing is guaranteed to have you squirming in your seat, whether from fear or pleasure remains to be seen~

› is it weird to gift someone a vial of your blood? Is it weirder if they install a hidden camera in your room to see you with it, only to catch you masturbating and can't help but join in?

› warnings : noncon, yandere, blood, hidden camera, privacy violation, f masturbation, voyeurism, knife play, slapping, creampie, one tiny cut, fingers in mouth, restraint, mask kink, use of slut

› word count : 2k+

🔪 what goes bump in the night?

At first, the little trinkets slipped inside your bag were cute, in a strange sort of way. An origami frog, with a tiny heart inked on its side that now lived on your desk at the house. One of the flowers that grew on RADs grounds slipped inside your bag, the stem carefully clipped of thorns. This one, however, made your stomach squeeze at the sight of it.

A beautiful vial, suspended on a delicate chain, glinting where it caught the light as it softly swung back and forth in your grip. It would've been a lovely gift if not for the suspicious liquid inside the vial itself, thick and colored such a deep red it was almost black. Blood, you knew it immediately. It was probably fresh earlier today but had begun coagulating inside its little glass prison as the day wore on. It unnerved you, made you want to just toss it in the trash, and start refusing the gifts altogether going forward.

But you'd be lying if you said it didn't also thrill you in an odd way. Someone pricked their skin, carefully gathered the blood from the wound, and gifted it to you so furtively. It felt silly to check over your shoulder in your own bedroom but you wanted to be alone before clasping the chain around your neck, adjusting it as it sat between your breasts. Your fingertips traced along the chain, dipping down as you looked at it in the reflection of your vanity mirror.

It was beautiful, but definitely something best worn in complete privacy.

What you didn't know was that just behind you, carefully hidden inside the bookshelf was a camera. You also didn't know someone's eyes were glued to you the entire time, mesmerized watching as you admired the gift, sporting a sleazy smile at seeing you cup your breasts in the reflection of the mirror. The grainy image didn't do you justice, but Belphie knew it was the best he could do for now. This was a slow game, but the demon of sloth had a surprising plethora of patience when it came to you.

His wide eyes tracked your every movement, palming at his cock through his sweatpants as you stripped off your uniform. You looked ethereal with only his gift left on your body, but all too soon you were slipping on a t-shirt. Just as he was about to resign himself to jerking off to the mental image of you again you surprised him.

You laying back against your pillows was a deviation from your routine, but you had his full attention as you held your phone sideways and obscuring your face. No bottoms on, he noted as he went back to palming himself. He also didn't have to guess what you were watching, he's snuck inside your bedroom many a night to go through your phone and found once that you'd failed to close the tab left on a video of someone in a human horror movie costume railing their partner.

He bought the costume the next day, thankful that there was a market for human horror costumes in the devildom. His breathing became harsher watching you rub your fingers over your underwear, betting anything they were soaked in arousal. As you rolled your hips on the feed his mind went back to that costume.

Soft slick sounds filled the room as you slipped your fingers inside yourself, struggling to keep quiet as well as keep a grip on your phone with your other hand. The thin sounds of smacking skin came from it, your eyes never leaving the mask worn in the video. It was something you discovered the first time you'd watched one of the movies, that modulated voice making your clit throb as you watched.

Gently you switch up, slick fingers circling your clit as your eyes drift shut and your legs open a little wider. You were getting lost in the feeling, luckily for the intruder on the other side of the door. With the costume on it was slightly difficult to hear you through the solid wood and his heart beat nearly out of his chest as one gloved hand grasped the handle. The other kept a vise grip on the handle of a kitchen knife.

Soundlessly the door eased open a crack, nearly making him groan at the sight of your legs splayed and your head tipped back with your fingers rubbing against yourself. The door opened wider, Belphie practically salivating behind the mask and completely unable to rip his eyes away from you.

It's too late when you hear the click of the doorjamb, eyes snapping open, hands making a desperate attempt to cover yourself and body rigid as mortification shoots through your veins like a bullet. Your mind short circuits, unable to make sense of what you're looking at. Yes, someone did walk in on you masturbating but this has to be some kind of sick joke.

It's when the cold glint of steel catches your eye that you know this isn't a joke. The shriek barely makes it out of your mouth before he's on you, pressing forcefully between your legs, fighting against your thrashing to grab your hands, pinning them painfully together above your head with one hand as the flat edge of the knife presses to your neck.

Your eyes sting with imminent tears, wincing as the bones in your wrists grind against each other in his tightening grip. Shallow gasps keep a hard and fast pace from your lungs as you struggle to look into the pitch black eye holes of the mask. You start to tremble, and it feels like eons before that analog voice crackles to life.

"You liked the gift that much?" His tone sounds teasing, playful even. At sharp odds with the painful position he's keeping you in.

You don't dare respond, frozen as a deer in headlights. You're not even sure if you could, your hearts beating so fast you're afraid you might vomit it up. This is who's been leaving those for you?

Slowly the knife turns against your skin, sharp point pinching only briefly before he starts tracing downward with it, sliding it all the way to your shirts bottom hem before slipping it underneath. You gasp sharply, half screaming, as he violently wrenches it upwards to tear a hole through the material. Every muscle is impossibly taught, eyes squeezed shut hearing the fabric rip and tear as you silently plead for it not to be your skin next as the balmy air hits your exposed chest.

"I'm a little disappointed. You have the real thing right in front of you and all you can do is cry?" He says, annoyance dripping from every word. His hips grind against your barely covered cunt, making your legs jerk. You felt sick to your stomach feeling yourself flutter at the contact. He grabs your phone, still playing porn, pausing the video and tossing it to clatter somewhere on the floor.

"You think I'm gonna fuck some freak holding me at knifepoint?" You sneer, trying to control your fear and hoping he doesn't call your bluff.

You barely finish the question before his hand cracks against your cheek, making your head snap forcefully to the side. It burns all the way to your ear and a sob bubbles out of your throat. You don't turn even when you feel the knifes edge press against your clavicle, only whimpering through tears. With a frustrated grunt it sounds like he tossed it to the side, grabbing your jaw harshly to force you to look at that masked face again.

"I'll show you a fucking freak," that voice crackles, the words practically spit at you.

Using something like a belt of fabric he tied your arms in their position above your head and this time you didn't struggle. The sting of the small warning slice was enough, you didn't want to think about what else it could do to you.

"Thought nobody knew you like to get off to this huh?" He grunts out, leaning back off you to fiddle with the black fabric cloaking him. You catch a glimpse of sweatpants, oddly familiar, but you don't get to ruminate on it long. Through your tears you see his cock spring out of his waistband, a length impressive enough you almost forget everything else, with the tip flushed pink and obvious precum smeared along it.

Unconsciously your thigh muscles clench, and you know he felt it. You hate it, you hate that the part of you that finds this exciting is quickly over taking the part of you that's reeling in fear. But you can't help but anticipate how it'll feel inside, wide eyed watching him give it a few tugs before leaning back even more on his knees.

You don't resist as his hands keep your legs spread, the satiny material of the gloves gliding down from your knees to your inner thighs, one of them coming to lightly rub your soaked panties. The mask tilts to the side and suddenly you feel shy, knowing he's looking intently at you despite not seeing his face.

"All that crying but you're this wet?" He sounds taken aback, and you decide to use it to your advantage, see if you can get him off tilt.

You whine, feeling self conscious disgust and the voice modulator erupts into a laugh, making you flinch.

You don't get time to recover, sound dying in your throat as the head of his cock pushes your panties to the side and glides through the mess of arousal between your folds. Your hips move to chase his movement automatically, a soft moan escaping your lips as you screw your eyes shut.

"Shit-" he groans, barely nudging inside you but there's no resistance from your muscles, his girth easily slides inside and you sigh at the feeling. The heft of him inside makes you forget your fear entirely, wrists wriggling in their restraints as you forget yourself and long to slide your hands against his back.

He doesn't move at first, simply staying inside you with his balls resting against your ass before you move your hips slightly, urging him. Everything faded away, even the stinging of your cheek and the dull pain of the cut, except for the anticipation of pleasure. It almost shocks you how gently he moves at first, an odd consideration from someone who was threatening you minutes ago.

It isn't long before he settles into a harsh pace, hands on the back of your thighs pressing them against your chest as the tip of his cock hits just the right spot against your spongy walls to make you see stars. Your moans reach a fever pitch, feeling a coil of pressure tightening in your gut with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping and the wet squelching of your cunt makes you dizzy as you plead with him to go harder.

"Stupid slut, love getting fucked by a freak huh-" he spits out, thrusts getting sloppy as you clench around him, and it makes your brain go fuzzy.

He pauses to tug one glove off, tossing it away to resume pounding you into the mattress. His fingers rubbing against your puffy clit makes your toes curl and your mouth drop open, legs shaking as you hook them around his waist. Your back arches and your fingers twist against the pillows, feeling the intense pressure burst as you cry out, a moaning whining mess. He doesn't slow down, keeping your legs pressed up as your pussy clamps down around his cock.

Sobs bubble past your lips as your body jostles in time with his thrusts, you nearly choke as his fingers press into your mouth and his hips stutter before giving one final deep thrust. Your moans are garbled and you can taste yourself on him as you feel hot spurts of cum flood your throbbing pussy. It mirrors the feeling of warm spit dripping from your mouth, pressing your tongue flat against his fingers.

His breathing is harsh as he pulls out and slides his fingers from your mouth, helping you lay your aching legs down against the bed. The torn edges of your shirt tickle your sides as the sweat starts cooling against your feverish skin. If your brain didn't feel like melted sugar you'd ask him to stay, and the absurdity of it makes you snort.

He pauses in his readjustment of the black shroud, tucking his dick back in his sweatpants. The black of the eyeholes makes it a bit difficult to see but you look so thoroughly fucked out it almost makes him rip off the mask right there, wanting nothing else but to have more of you.

He doesn't though, only using the knife to wordlessly cut the restraint from your wrists. You stay quiet, letting your breathing even out and enjoying the warmth permeating your body. You don't get the feeling he'd stay even if you asked, hardly the type.

Closing your eyes you don't see him slip out of the door, only hearing the doorjamb click once again. The preposterousness of what happened isn't lost on you, but you don't have the energy to pick it apart. As the afterglow fades soreness sets into your shoulders, wrists, and the spot against your cheek where he struck you.

Belphie strips of the stifling costume back in his bedroom that sleazy grin works its way back across his face. He'll have to visit the footage that little camera caught, but for now the image of your face scrunched in pleasure and the necklace vial jostling with the bounce of your breasts is satisfying enough.

And he'll definitely be paying you another visit.

#also this is def a pot calling the kettle situation like ur both freaks in this (endearingly)#kinktober 2023 #🔪 wgbitn #obey me x reader #obey me smut #obey me imagine #obey me shall we date #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #belphie x reader #belphegor x reader #om! belphie #om! belphegor #belphegor smut #belphie smut #om smut

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akicult · 2 years

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contains…vampire!gojo. bf!gojo. kissing. blood sucking. maybe dubcon (?). lovedrunk!gojo. not proofread. drabble.

“will it hurt?”

your loving gaze and pinched eyebrows was enough to pull your boyfriend into a trance, mapping every inch of your soft skin—so full of life and body so warm underneath his, gojo couldn’t help but feel the buzz of excitement.

his eyes—so bright and blue you could almost see your reflection in them alone—softened at your quiet plea. he knew you were nervous.

his cold, pale fingers brush against your warm cheek as he hums, “a little.” he plants a soft kiss to the corner of your lips. “do you trust me, baby?”

your legs wrap a little tighter around his waist, locking him in place before you nod wordlessly to give him your answer, despite the fact that he could feel and hear your heart pumping quicker in your chest.

“h-how badly?” you murmur, frown significantly growing and he couldn’t help but chuckle just a little.

“not too much. it’ll feel like a pinch,” he takes your chubby cheek between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing softly just to watch you grin. “and then you’ll get a little lightheaded. but i’ll be with you the whole time, sweet thing.”

he just has so much patience when he’s with you. he’s grown to move at your own pace—and maybe it’s because he’s been alive for so long that he hasn’t felt any need to rush through things.

and well, he may love you a lot, but gojo is a bit of a liar.

he knows you well enough to know just how sensitive you are, physically and emotionally. and he knows well enough that even the softest nibble—even with his dull teeth—causes you to squirm.

so he can predict how you’ll react very well. and in some ways, that excites him a little more then it should.

“what if you take too much?“ you say nervously.

his head shifts to the side, white hair swaying momentarily. “doesn’t sound like you trust me, angel.”

you frown, taking in a deep breath. “n—i do!” your head lowers shyly, “‘m just nervous.”

his hand continues to cup your cheek, fingers sliding against your skin so softly it could lull you to sleep. he holds a small, closed-mouth smile to his perfect pink lips before he leans in and plants a much needed kiss to your lips.

your fingers card through his soft, white hair—fingernails sliding through his scalp to keep him close while your back silently arches into his chest. he held you close, and you could already feel yourself growing loopy just from his kiss alone.

when he pulls away, you feel significantly lighter.

“i promise, i wouldn’t do a thing to harm you. you’ll only feel it for a second. then it’s over, my love. all done.” gojo whispers, lowering his head to he could tilt and press gentle kisses to the opposite cheek he was holding.

your lip slides between your two teeth, and a small sigh escapes them. “‘kay. ‘m ready.”

you could feel the way his grin grew as his lips press against your cheeks, and the longer pop kiss he placed to your jaw made your body loosen.

his dazzling blue eyes meet yours again, but you were hardly paying attention to those. just the sharp, pearly white fangs he had on display as he smiled.

“i love you so much,” he coos, and you couldn’t help but feel the heat wash over you.

his thumb soothes little circles to the spot near your ear, his own long and thin, pale fingers cupping the side of your head when he lowers himself to your neck.

just a pinch. you repeat, not allowing your increase of nerves ruin his fun, even if he was utterly aware.

“just a pinch,” gojo whispers, almost like he could hear inside your mind—which, despite the majority of his abilities as a vampire; that was not one of them.

his breath fans your neck when you raise your chin allowing access to the chilling veins that litter your skin.

you smell so nice—whether it was perfume or just you.

your eyes squeeze shut, eyebrows pinching before you can feel it.

his teeth forcefully poke their way through your thick layer of skin, and you immediately seethe. legs that had been loose around his waist now wrap around him tight, pressing him against you.

“ah—” you quietly croak, arms tightening around him in a similar fashion all the while he felt like he was approaching heaven.

his teeth immediately sunk into your flushed, warm neck, blood washing straight through his body as he sucked and he could almost—nearly—moan just from the feeling.

he’s tasted many people in his life. and yet, not a single one comes close to just how you taste right now.

he knew you’d taste good. he thinks he could’ve bet his life on it.

your body rushes with this surge of energy, limbs so tense you were practically squeezing him to death, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“‘toru—ah—it hurts,” you whine, frown so prominent now that he’d likely feel remorse if he was able to see it.

and just like the wave of energy hit, you instantly feel your eyelids grow heavier.

your limbs fall loose, legs unraveling from his waist and just resting much like your arms. your body grew cold, little needles poking into your skin at a rapid pace. you could feel a faint sheen of sweat accumulating around your forehead, and your eyes open to reveal dizzy surroundings.

gojo feels like he’s on cloud nine. his body buzzes with a rush of life, growing and seeping into him deep while he savors every last drop you’re willing to give him—and he’s willing to take from you.

he may know this hurts, and feels weird—but he was not going to let you die. absolutely not.

“you taste so sweet, my love.” his teeth pull from your neck slowly, feeling your body twitch underneath him as he does.

when he finally separates away from your neck, he can immediately note just how paler you’ve gotten. that normal flush and warmth to your body was long gone, and your skin looks dull.

his blinding blue eyes scan yours—watching your eyelids fight to stay open and he can only smile.

his fingers smooth your hair just like you had done to him, rubbing the side of your head to soothe you—and when your head lulls to the side his smile grows.

the two deep marks in your neck looked so natural. he had only wished they would stay there forever. sure, he can mark and litter your skin as much as he wants with his lips—but this was an obvious tell that you were taken. off limits.

“how do you feel?” gojo asks softly, fully aware that you’re so out-of-it, you probably don’t even understand him at the moment.

your eyes were closed, limbs so weak you couldn’t even move if you wanted to.

“tired.” you moan weakly, leaning into his touch. he smiles, brushing his fingertips along the side of your cheek.

“i know, baby. but you did so well. so perfect. taste perfect.” he praises, and he knows if you were more conscious right now—and had the proper amount of blood in you—your face would’ve lit up and you’d be on fire.

“i did?” you ask softly, and he can’t help but lean down to plant short kiss to your cold forehead.

“you did. thank you, angel.” he grins, revealing deep red lips and stained teeth.

i don’t do kinktober but i really wanted to write this LOL. i’ve never written anything like this either so i hope it was at least a little okay

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frenchfrywrites · 5 months

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Day 17

Double Penetration

MINORS DNI

Warnings: amab soft dom bottom masc reader, Sub top Cater, double penetration, reader referred to as "sir", Cater's signature spell (he fucks with his clone), lil orgasm denial, lil pain play

"Ah," you sigh softly as you settle down in Cater's lap, his cock nestled deep inside your hole, filling you nicely. You could have him like this, and be satisfied, but both of you want more tonight. Glancing over your shoulder, you meet the heavy gaze of Clone Cater.

"Are you ready to join us, love?" you ask.

"Yes please, sir," the Clone Cater stumbles out of the chair from where he'd been watching you from, joining the two of you on the bed.

Original Cater has his eyes shut tight, trying to keep his breathing controlled and slow. His arms are wrapped around your waist, clinging to you tightly. You nearly let him fuck you (it could be fun to make his clone wait and watch), just because he looks so cute trying so hard not to. Fondly, you remind yourself he'll be rewarded for his patience.

The Clone Cater makes himself comfortable behind you, taking the lube from where you dropped it on the bed, and slicking up his fingers.

"Good boy, there we go," you hum as he presses them into your hole, rubbing against Original Cater's cock. Cater gasps at the sensation, and tightens his hold around you. The feeling of his fingers stretching you open around Original Cater's cock makes your own dick throb and leak as you imagine what it'll feel like to be so full.

Clone Cater makes quick work of stretching you open, and you know it's because he's eager to slide himself inside of you.

"Can I fuck you now, please sir?" Clone Cater begs sweetly, rutting himself impatiently against your ass.

"Yeah," you moan, your nerves tingling with anticipation, "I'm ready." Clone Cater wastes absolutely no time with sliding his fingers out, and lining himself up with your filled hole.

You run your fingers through Original Cater's hair, distracting yourself from the uncomfortable stretch that is about to come. He preens under the attention, his green eyes fluttering open to look at you adoringly.

Clone Cater slowly, but surely, presses himself inside of you, rubbing alongside himself, and causing Original Cater to whine.

You tug on Cater's hair when the stretch teeters on painful. He nuzzles into your touch, however rough it may be, and though it's faint, you think you can feel his cock twitch inside you.

"Feeling okay?" you ask Original Cater, who is panting into your skin. He takes a deep breath, and tightens his grip around you, trying to steady himself.

"Yeah," he whines, "I- uh-" he gasps when his clone presses deeper into you, rubbing against his cock, "I should be asking you that."

Overwhelmed with affection, you lean down to capture his lips. Clone Cater must figure this is the perfect time to thrust the last few centimeters of his length into you, because that's exactly what he does. You and Original Cater both moan at the action, mouths still pressed against one another in what barely passes as a kiss.

"Fuck," you sigh, pulling away to lean back against Clone Cater's chest. Part of you wants to wrap a hand around your weeping cock, but you know that you're already so worked up, that doing so would cause everything to end far too quickly.

"You feel so good," Clone Cater moans, holding onto your hips tightly.

They're trying to behave for you, mostly keeping their hips still, letting you adjust. It takes a good minute, as the stretch is almost unbearably uncomfortable at first. Slowly, you relax, the pain and discomfort eases away, and arousal sinks deep into your loins. Shakily, you raise your hips, then sink back down onto their lengths. Both moan at the feeling.

"Move," you finally command, and they don't need to be told twice. Original Cater is the first to move, and he jerks his hips quickly into you. He can't help it, being on the edge for so long. He's never been good at cockwarming.

You toss your head back as Clone Cater begins to move his hips, joining his original. As soon as Cater pulls back, his clone pushes forward, never leaving you empty. You feel so full, their cocks rubbing against every nerve inside of you. It's better than you could have ever imagined.

"Ahh, gonna cum, hah, wanna cum, oh can I?" Cater asks you, fucking you like an animal in heat, and giving you the puppy eyes to match.

You reach out, taking his hair into your hands, and tugging him close to you.

"Already?" Clone Cater teases, cutting off your attempt to grant permission. Cater whines, hiding his blushing face in your chest. He's pressed so close to you now; your cock rubs against his stomach.

"I think you should- ah- wait until sir has cum," Clone Cater suggests, angling his hips to press even further within you. You gasp, clinging to Cater as his clone fucks you hard and deep. Luck is on Cater's side if he has to wait for you, for you can feel your own orgasm quickly approaching.

"Can't," is all Cater whines pitifully. Looking at his clone with watery eyes.

"Wait," Clone Cater insists, "ah, cum when I do," he cups Cater's face with a hand, then leans in to kiss him. That's what pulls you over the edge. Your vision whites, and you clench like a vice around their dicks, letting your weight fall back against Clone Cater. You barely register it in the moment, but Cater ignores his orders and follows seconds after you, cumming inside as he gasps your name against his clone's lips.

Clone Cater, for all his talk about waiting, cums soon after Cater. He's whiny and clingy as he fucks you through his orgasm.

Overstimulation hits you hard and fast. Suddenly the stretch is too much, and you let out a pained whine. As Cater helps you off his lap and onto the bed, all you can think about is how exhausted, sore, sticky, and euphoric you feel to be loved by him.

#everyone say yaaayyy! i killed my writers block!!#if i seem like i havent written in months its cause i havent. be nice to me >:(#at the very least i hope this isnt confusing? i tried to stay away from too many pronouns...#anyways. cater answers the moral quandary: would you fuck ur clone?#sub twst #spice #kinktober/2023

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twinknote · 8 months

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I saw u were doing a DnKinktober event and seen the last post about allowing Lawlight and Meronia.

I was wondering if u will possibly do one in the future were there isn't proshippers allowed for those who personally dont like Lawlight or meronia? Nothing against them its just a lot of us see enough of those ships and they aren't the most healthy since their ages. will you do one in the future maybe?

no i will not 🥰 and i won’t bother debating the healthiness of obviously deranged fictional relationships, but i think it is worth noting that 1. no content involving minors will be accepted for the event and 2. meronia has a 1.5 year age difference. so i don’t understand your point here abt them specifically

if you’re tired of seeing those ships, might i suggest the tag filtering feature?

#no i’m not making a special event for u and ur friends excluding my fav ships #make ur own event if u are so inclined #it’s MY kinktober and lawlight and meronia will be fucking nasty style!!!!!!#deal w it 😎#ask

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omgeto · 8 months

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Imagine finding out toji is ghost face covering for his alibi and he repays the favor by dipping his head between your thighs

new theme SLAYS BTW. the way ur actually convincing me into doing this whole kinktober thing since GIRL

#fey with the big brain ideas #big brain fey #ur really getting me onto doing kinktober #if I do this'll be my FIRST FIC and ill dedicate it to you #time to rewatch scream #tbf out of all the horror movies ive seen scream is kinda ass icl #but ghost face iconiccc #xoxo gossip girl 💋#big brain fey!!

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just-a-torn-up-masterpiece · 8 months

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hi, happy october uuuuhhhh

i'm about to post my kinktober masterlist - listen, i'm gonna attempt writing...things i've never written before so

also it's accidentally wanda heavy teehee

#kinktober 2023 #lemme know ur thoughts????#natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #kate bishop x reader

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wrathofrats · 8 months

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Kinktober day 1

High sex tentacle sex, using the prompt list by @kroas-adtam

Rain x Aurora

auroras first time getting high? Begs rain for his tentacle because she’s not in her right mind? Ohhhhhhhhhh. Folds slick and cunt used to refer to rain here. Wet and pathetic. 1k of Exactly what it says on the tin. Hope you have fun and happy kinktober to all and to all a good night.

A trail of smoke gently rises towards the sky before a loud cough sputters the rest into the air around the two ghouls. Ash burns at the back of auroras throat as she attempts to cough the taste out of her mouth.

“Take it easy moonbeam” rain soothes as he grabs the pipe from her hands. He rubs a gentle hand over her back as she takes a couple drinks of her water.

Rain exhales his take and hands it back to the ghoulette. “Inhale slowly” he coaches.

She holds it for a second and releases the smoke again before reaching for her water and coughing around the feeling for a second time. Mouth tasting of ash and something more herbal.

“Rainy” she sighs “I don’t like this”, she practically pouts. Doesn’t like the way her throat hurts, the intrusive hot smoke feeling gross in her lungs.

Rain gives her a look of pity. She’s probably just more sensitive to it than new summons usually are. In her defense it’s a hard feeling to get completely used to, and Aurora has never been one to not get what she wants in whatever way she wants it, deciding that this isn’t for her only a couple minutes in. Her head rests on his shoulder where they’re sat on the dock. Moonlight reflects off of the lake giving just enough light for the two to be able to see what they’re doing.

“Can I try something” rain asks her. She lifts her head off of his shoulder to stare at him nodding enthusiastically. Rain tugs her into his lap, legs straddling his hip.

“Open your mouth, just trust me”

Aurora obeys, rain gently caressing her chin before exhaling the smoke into her mouth, lips barely touching hers.

It works, she inhales, letting the feeling start to go to her head finally. Slightly static, as if her brain was made of felt. She kept her lips on rains as she took in the new sensation.

Aurora dawns an almost dopey smile as rain takes another drag from the pipe and coaxes her mouth open again. Exhale, inhale, she smiles against his lips.

“Feeling good moonbeam?” He asks. She giggles in response

It’s a comforting feeling. The cool night air calms the heat she feels in her cheeks and the way she’s practically melted into rains body is something she hopes she will never have to give up. After a couple more hits she finds it more frustrating to have to pull her mouth away from rains. Wanting to continue to kiss him slowly rather than continue to smoke. The next time he goes to pull away she places a firm hand on the back of his neck in a plea to continue to move his lips against hers. Lazy and somewhat sloppy but with the way she feels like she’s floating she truly does not care.

Neither of them know exactly when her hips started moving, some slow barely there rhythm that has rain digging his fingers into her hips.

“Aurora baby is that what you want?” Rain finally garbles out after trying to pull her away and come up with his own words through the fog in his brain.

“Please”

“Tell me what you want then so I can give it to you” it’s hard for him to not get a kick out of her desperation. The cute little ghoulette grinding herself into him and looking like she wants to cry every time he dares pull his lips away from hers.

“You” she manages out.

“I know you want me sweetheart but you have to tell me what you want from me” Aurora pouts, hoping rain would just figure it out and give her what she wants. To him though it’s much more fun to try and force the words out of her. See her struggle around the embarrassment of admitting it and the fuzzy feeling in her head. Hoping it makes her a bit more talkative for him, he loves to hear the dirty things others desire from him.

Her answer catches him off guard though

“Want your tentacle” she manages, basically unashamed. Her hips grind harder into his to emphasize her statement.

“Fuck-“ he gasps “Aurora” he can feel it start to writhe between his folds. His face burns in shame. It’s hard to make himself calm down with the thing having a mind of its own.

“Please rainy want your tentacle want it in me want it to fuck me open want it wet and -“ rain kisses her again to shut her up, not sure he can hear anymore without immediately losing control of himself.

Aurora doesn’t let up. Paws at the button on his pants, shoves her hands under his shirt, doing anything to make him give her more. He can feel the tentacle move between his folds, feel himself dampen with the embarrassment and pleasure of Aurora continuing to grind down on it, no doubt feeling it move through his pants.

“Want it rainy-“ she whines, bitten off by rain pulling down her panties from under her dress and his hands caressing her.

“So wet already rora” He can feel his hand being covered in her slick. The desperation has him debating whether or not to keep teasing her, see how out of her mind he can really get her like this, but with the feeling between his legs getting worse, he decides to shove the thought back for another time in favor of shoving his own pants down.

He chokes down a whine as his tentacle immediately moves to fuck into Aurora. Both ghouls gasping at the sensation. It writhes in her cunt, wet and slick sounding, pumping in and out of her, wiggling deep inside of her. Rain just holds her hips down as she rides it, feeling out of control, the appendage having a mind of its own and making the two a wet debauched mess.

It was a pathetic sight, both humping and moving against each other almost frantically, sloppily still trying to make out in their states of mind, saliva connecting their lips whenever they pulled away for more air.

Rain could tell she was getting closer and closer, she panted, clenched around the tentacle in a way that make his vision black at the edges, hips getting more frenzied in the way they moved.

“Rain im-“ words bitten off again, barely coherent enough to even speak let alone warn the water ghoul that she was about to tip over the edge. The filthy way their cunts grinding together produced such slick sounds went straight to rains head, making it all he could focus on besides his own high and his own orgasm.

“Cum around my tentacle moonbeam”

#they’re allowed to be wet and pathetic ur honor I said so #my bad #can u tell #op has been high like 3 times #fanfic #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #wrath writes #rain ghoul #aurora ghoulette #tentacles #the band ghost #ghost #kinktober

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thetragicallynerdy · 7 months

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okay so the rest of this week's kinktober fics i'm writing won't be posted until the 7/8/9 because of prompts etc, but they'll be:

7th - jim/olu, face-sitting, feat. trans olu :3

8th - jim/frenchie, frottage, public sex

9th - jim/stede + ed/stede, breeding with some bonus cuckolding (jim breeding stede, to be exceedingly clear)

it's gonna be FUN

(there are more coming later too, i'll do an update next week about what y'all can look forward to!)

#kinktober #this is ur notice to block the kinktober tag if you don't wanna see this shit

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 2 years

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Oct 23rd [Hyunjin + Knotting] (reader has a dick, reader and Hyunjin are both werewolves)

[10:05] Hyunjin’s growl always made you chuckle. It was deep and full-bodied, intimidating, much more so than your own. Anyone who heard him would have feared it, especially with the way he bared his fangs, albeit involuntarily, when he did so. He would have seemed so fearsome to anyone else.

Then again, with the way you were sinking your cock into him while he laid under you, maybe not.

“Feeling good, beautiful?” You hummed, admiring the sight beneath you. Hyunjin was gripping the pillow beneath his head tightly. His eyes were screwed shut and sweat was sticking his hair to his forehead. His chest was heaving and low groans were emanating from him, fangs glinting in the low light. His cock was hard against his lower stomach and you knew he wouldn’t long with you fucking him, he never did unless you made him.

Hyunjin nodded, likely not trusting his voice to form words. You gripped his hips firmly, leaning down to press a kiss to his throat while you started to rock into him, keeping it slow and shallow for at least a moment. Despite his state, it didn’t take long for Hyunjin to wrap his legs around your waist tightly.

“More,” he mumbled.

“What was that, lovely?” You hummed against his neck.

“More, please,” his voice was rough but there was a whiny edge to it that was driving you nuts, arousal washing through you. You did just as he asked, pulling further back before fucking into him more roughly. You growled yourself at the sensation of his tight walls, the warmth enveloping you as Hyunjin’s head fell back into the soft pillows, hair splayed out and pretty, the dark colour a contrast to his flushed, pretty skin.

“Such a pretty boy for me.” You growled, dipping back down to nip at his neck.

“Only for you, w-want you.” He groaned, nails dragging down your back in a way that made you buck your hips roughly, both of your growling deeply at the sensation.

“You already have me, beautiful.” Your ability to keep your voice so steady truly amazed you when it was taking everything in you not to fuck him senseless. Not that he wasn’t half way there anyway.

“Want more,” his lips pulled into a pout as he tried to open his hazy eyes and look at you. The sweetness of it gave you a rush of warmth, making your cock twitch inside him as you pulled all the way out and thrust in harder.

“More?” You hummed playfully. “Like this?”

You snapped your hips into him harder. His eyes snapped shut again and he whimpered while nodding quickly, grasping at you to bring you closer.

“M-More.”

“So needy.” You chuckled. “How about this?” You kept up a rough pace, trying to keep your breathing and mind steady and distract yourself from how perfect he felt wrapped around your cock, how tight and warm, how each thrust was building your pleasure and making your muscles tense.

You instead thought of the way he smelled and the taste on your tongue as you suck your fangs into the soft skin of his shoulder. Hyunjin let out a cry, booking under you and you quickly wrapped a hand tightly around his cock, just above the knot that was already mostly formed.

“Not yet, lovely.”

“Please, please,” he scratched at your back and arms while he pleaded with you. “Please, w-want your cum.”

You bit down on your lip, breaking away from his needy gaze for a moment to steady yourself before meeting it intensely. He let out another growl, hips bucking and you felt the way his cock pulsed in your grasp. Your own pace was getting sloppy as your high drew near and he looked dizzyingly good.

“Hold on a little longer, beautiful,” you cooed. Hyunjin bit down on his lip and tried to nod in his fucked out state. You kept a tight grip on his cock as he fucked into him harder, feeling your own knot growing. Hyunjin’s nails left marks you knew would be there in the morning down your back. His pretty mouth was open in a series of moans with a low growl falling underneath all his whimpers. You chased your high, fucking deep into him and watching his eyes roll back, thighs pressed tight around you and cock twitching in your hand.

You let go of his cock and his back arched up, hips only staying down because you had them pinned as you fucked him. He cried out for you, voice sounding even more rough from all the moaning. Long white strings of cum landed on his lower stomach, painting the skin a pretty white as his knot bulged at the base.

Your last bit of control snapped as you came from the sight under you. A wave of pleasure washed through you as you growled lowly, a few last hard thrusts before you knot was too big to move. Hyunjin let out a broken moan at the overwhelming sensation as you emptied every last drop of cum into his pretty, shaking form.

You pressed kisses all over his face, wiping away the stray tears from his eyes and soothing him while you came down from your highs. His low growl was nearly a purr now but little whimpers still escaped his lips while you calmed him. He returned a few kisses and when you could you slipped out of him before rolling to the side and pulling his form into your chest.

“You feel okay?” You asked.

“Better than okay,” he mumbled, snuggling into your chest with a dopey smile.

“Perfect, beautiful,” you hummed.

#okay this one is pure smut #ur welcome #timestamp #kinktober 2022 #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #skz smut #skz imagines #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin smut

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