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Kinktober Day 14: Overstimulation with DreamXD
Oh yeah, the big guy does not get that we're squishy! It's not the tears or drool that tells him, nope!
MINOR DNI!
It's easy to forget how fragile mortals can be, how easy it is to make them break, make them shudder and cry under him, he had forgotten how easy it was to have you dumb, pliant, drooling and barely more than twitching with every thrust of his hips or forced bounce of yours via his hand swallowing your waist in its grip.
To think not thirty minutes ago you had been begging him to move to give you something more than just the heat of his cock pressing against you through his robes, hard and heavy as he flicked through the floating displays of the realm proper. You had been so keen for more than just the bare minimum of his attention, so needy for your god even as he ideally stroked your back, thumb brushing back and forth as he hums acknowledging your need but ignoring it in favour of his duties as a god.
"Just a few moments longer little one, I have one last domain to look over and you shall have my undivided attention..." It's simple work to him but for you, looking up as he speaks watching that blank cracked mask, no movement bar a few flicks and nods, it's surreal, a definite confirmation of how inhuman he was.
When the views of the server dissipate and that inhuman face of his tilts down to look at you, eyes peaking through the cracks as the wide palm that encased your waist moved from the easy path and began to strip away the few layers that kept him from fully enjoying the press of your skin against his own.
"Look at you little mortal, if I was to try and take you as you are now-" The press of two of his fingers are harsh against your lower rib cage, "- It would feel as if I was here in you, deep and truly making you nothing but a thing for my pleasure..." if you had not been with the strange deity for as long as you had those words would have been something to make you fear him and the lack of true understanding he had for the inner workings of your body.
And yet, when he made to work you open, stretching and easing the path for his cock, the care for how deep he would be in you is ignored much like the way your fingers dig into his wrists is brushed off, the way you shiver and whine as his fingers press deeper, crookng just so that you are unravelling on his fingers, staining his skin with your release, easing the next flicks of his fingers, the quick short thrusts making your cry for him tears gathering and spilling over your waterline.
"Shhh, shh little one, you know one is not enough for you to take me-" You knew this but still you knew that even when you were ready he would keep going, wanting to see your vision glazed over and mouth limp as he wrings everything from you that he could possibly take, "-So behave and I'll be sure you get everything you need, or perhaps you will rebel? It would be such a sight to rend you down to nothing more than the cock hungry slut I know you are."
Try as you might there is no stopping him as he pulls you through another orgasm, laughing softly as he tilts your head up, looking down as your cheeks stained with tears and your lips slick with spit as you bite them, trying so badly to keep the whines of 'please' and 'no more' from meeting his ears and yet he knows, he knows how you want to whine them, how you want to have a rest from his fingers and yet he can also feel how you writhe and buck into his fingers, chasing each thrust and meeting each flick with ease.
"There you go, one more for me sweet thing, just one more and I'll give you what you want, let you sink on my cock and ride at your own pace, or maybe it shall be two more and I'll fuck you into a third..."
He forgets how fragile you can be, how you go slack as he sinks you down onto his cock, hands under your knees holding you open so he can seat you fully on him. Laughing softly as you make a short move to grab his forearms, bracing against what you know will be a long ride. And oh how you look guided into another and another orgasm, wringing everything and more from you, leaving you limp in his hold and eyes barely open as he leans forward to kiss you.
Long tongue parting your lips and smearing your face in the mix of your spit. It's easy to forget how fragile mortals can be, how easy it is to make them break, make them shudder and cry under him, he had forgotten how easy it was to have you dumb and oh so easy for him to wring every pleasure from you and pull that one long back arching, voice cracking orgasm from you.
But maybe there was one more left, one more time just for him...
#kinktober 2022#c: dreamxd#mcyt smut#dsmp smut#k: overstim#k: wet and messy#k: light degradation#mxad
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Concealed MXADs > open top MXADs……. I do both but my reality is low viz with a tiny gun. Sub 3 is legit repeatable I believe for concealed.
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Kinktober day 5: Jealousy with Fundy
Another short one, but that's cause this was one of the first ones I wrote and thus it was a bit of a warm up to the longer ones that will come later.
MINORS DNI!
He wasn't jealous, he wasn't but there was something about the way you hovered around his father, how those bastardly hands held your waist as you stood in the way of something he needed, it wasn't jealousy. No, no, it was just confusion mixing with his distaste and unpleasant feelings for his father souring the sweet and soft affection he held for you, he wasn't jealous of his father, no it couldn't be like that.
And yet, all it took was one moment, one passing glance as his fucking asshole of a father lifted your hand to his mouth and kissed the back of your hand smiling as you turned your head from him, embarrassed at the sight of the older man showing you the kind of affection only his son usually did. Stuttering and shuffling away as you caught sight of your precious fox hybrid, grabbing for his hand and dragging him away, ignorant of how he was glaring at his father, eyes locked as you pull him away.
He wasn't jealous, and yet, you smelt like his father, that cloying smell of smoke and death tainting your usual sweet smell, but he wasn't jealous, not even as he buried his teeth in the join of your neck and shoulder, fingers holding your hips still as he fucked you against a shaded wall of a Las Nevadas alleyway, ears flat against his head and tail twitching with every thrust.
Sure you could be coy and sweet around his father, bolster a good relation with that piece of shit but here and now, you were shaking under his grasp, whining his name, and begging for his cock to fuck you better for him to hilt himself in you and paint your insides with his cum, not his father, not any other man but him. There would be no denying that you belonged to him, not if he had marked you, scented you for every hybrid to know, left you limping and dripping with his cum as he carried you home, not a single person could ever take you from him but he wasn't jealous...
He wasn't Jealous, not as his father stood at the end of the alleyway watching with that fucking cigarette hissing in a puddle as he pressed you into the wall pushing his knot into you and listening as you howled his name, his not Wilburs, not anyone else's, only his.
After all, you were his and he wasn't Jealous...
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Kinktober day 1: Lactation with Dream
Oh yeah did I mention that I am doing them in my preferred order? Not the list's order.
No? Welp lets go!
Minors DNI!
It was something you knew could happen, after all your dear sweet partner had something of an obsession with your chest, always mouthing and latching to one of your nipples the moment you had your shirt off, regardless of if it was sexual or not they were their lips wrapped around your nipple stiff or not, and now...
Now here you are, awkwardly cupping your chest and watching as your ever-unhinged partner pushed that damned smile mask away from his face and narrowed his eyes at you. Between your fingers dripped the evidence of what his little obsession had made your body do, milky off white dripping from between the cracks of your fingers and leaking down your fingers, he had suckled his way into having you lactate, it was awkward and left your chest tight as pressure built till you were as you are now.
Leaking.
Sure dream hadn't wanted this initially, but now that he was looming over you pulling your hands away tongue tracing along the path your milk had taken, swirling his tongue around each finger, there was nothing about this he wouldn't love. Now when he pressed his lips to your chest he could have more of you, taste something that was wholly his doing, something that was all him and all for him.
"Honey, is there something you want to tell me? Or maybe you'd prefer I drink it from you-" bending at his knees slightly, lets him press his cheek to your collarbones, staring up at you between flicking his gaze to where you were still leaking,"-cause I'm damn sure this isn't how I left you this morning..."
This morning... This morning was one that you would never forget, you had woken up to dream latched to your chest, as usual, one hand rolling and playing with the nipple he wasn't suckling the skin around where he was playing felt tight but you had thought nothing of it, brushing it away as he had been prone to suckle and tug at your chest in your sleep, having told you it was great for him to watch your sleepy face twist as he played with you.
Even as you had whined and tried to push him away, there was no way you would have been able to move him, the weight of his body pressed against you and the feeling of his cock hard in his sleep pants as he rutted against your thigh, grunting as he feels your weak attempt at pushing him away.
The morning had ended with your chest littered with hickies and imprints of his teeth, his cum splattered across the expanse of your torso as he panted and smiled down at you, sweeping away from you to head out with nothing more than a smile and a peck on the cheek. It was when you tried to bathe, hands gently trying to clean away the mess he had left that you had started leaking, the barest brush of your fingers had been the trigger.
Hours later and you had still been leaking, shirts dragging against your nipples awkwardly, wet patches blooming as you soaked through the material.
If Dream had been unable to leave your chest alone before, there was no way he would even stop now that you were leaking, now that there was something new for him to take from you, something new to devour. And by how he was hunched over against your body, letting heated puffs of air brush against your skin as a warning before he was latching just as he had this morning, there was no getting to the bedroom before he would take this oh so much further than just suckling.
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Kinktober Day 3: Sex Toys with Foolish
Day three les go!
Time for the big boy, shark totem god and that hog-like shlong that we all know he is hiding under them robes!
Minors DNI!
There was no feasible way for you to actually take all of your lover's cock, he was just too much, sure you had tried, spent nights stretching and working yourself open for him to try and seat himself fully in you and yet halfway was all you were able to take. Looking down to see how his length was visibly straining as he fucked between your thighs, using the mess of lube from his attempts to work you open to get himself off, sharp teeth digging into his bite-swollen lips.
"One of these days, I-we will have you take all of me. I'll finally get to have you cum on my cock not on my fingers or-or my tongue!" Every time either of you gets needy or desperate the same things came spilling from either of you, promises and swears that you would take him soon, that you would get to feel him fill you and fuck you as you craved.
And yet, it had been months since the last time you even tried to take his cock, each time you tried to get him to step away from his summer home or the giant statue he was building for the ever-looming god, he would turn away from you cheeks flushing a dark gold as he stumbles through and excuses.
But tonight would be the end of that, tonight you would get to watch those emerald eyes as you showed him that you would be able to take him whole, that you had finally managed to work yourself open enough that it would only take him laying back and letting you sink down onto his cock.
All it had taken was a few wine-filled nights of complaining to Eret, huffing and chattering with yours and Foolish's mutual friend finding the monarch one of the more comfortable people to discuss such personal issues with. Hell, the brown-haired rascal was the one who gave you the items to get to the point you were now, sure the day they passed you the box of toys was beyond embarrassing, you dropped the box after opening it and even tried to give them back.
But persistent in seeing their friends happy said box ended up at your home days later.
The weeks that followed were pain and pleasure-filled nights of working your way from the smaller toys, the smallest being around seven inches long and as thick as your wrist, onto the larger ones, saving the largest and strangely closest to the actual shape and size of Foolish. All of them followed your dear demi-gods theme, shades of blue, green and gold and each of them moved up in size as the shades changed.
And now here you are, waiting for your dear partner to come home, to have the door to your shared room open and watch as he sees just why you had been so persistent to try again. Oh, how you savoured the soft pain that was building in your thighs, sitting on your bed straddling the largest toy, the one you had been working towards, the one you had yet to take, to sink down on and take to the hilt but the moment your eyes caught the wide green ones of your sweet totem god you knew it was time.
One hand held the base of the toy, and the other held out towards Foolish beckoning him forward as you finally sunk onto the toy.
"You said one of these days… and now you can see! See how hard I worked-how-how good it looks even if it's only a toy stretching me open-" speaking around gasps you could do nothing but whine as you finally hit the base of the toy, hands cupping Foolish's face as he had crept closer, eyes locked on how you had taken the equivalent of his cock in you,"-now we can finally fuck, I can finally cum on your cock and feel you fuck me like you should have been all along!"
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Modx's Kinktober 2022 Promptlist
Welp, I managed to settle on a full prompt list for Kinktober, I probably won't get to them all but whatever I don't will be free for people to poke and prod at.
(Yes I know I only have 30, the demon philza will be 31)
So here ya go, my full list of prompts for Kinktober!
Aftercare - Sam
Medical Play - Simpbur
Creampie - Wilbur
Sex Toys - Foolish
Lactation - Dream
Audience - Eret
Overstimulation - DreamXD
Suspension Play - Philza
Jealousy - Fundy
Deepthroat - ghostbur
Fucking Machine - Foolish
Lingerie - Eret
Somnophilia - George
Crying - Dream
Crossdressing - Simpbur
Formal Wear - Dream
Double Penetration - foolish
Masks - Crowfather
Voyeurism - Phantombur
Spit-Roasting - Wilbur + Simpbur
Choking - DreamXD
Collaring - Ghostbur
Aphrodisiacs - Phantombur
Pegging - Sapnap
Pet Play - Phantombur
Glory Hole - Simpbur
Tease - Fundy
Exhibitionism - Sam
Priests - sapnap
Masturbation - Camboy Simpbur
Who each of these end up with is up to who I feel like on the day, and yes I have started some of these already!
They will get ticked off as they post, also this post is becoming a master list, so people can find them if they want.
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I have had an idea. A little quirk of a thought, I know we liked them deranged, unhinged, on the perverse side with a good dash of spice, but what about this...
The thought of Dream, fresh from the prison, haven't seen you in over a year, had sent you away the moment L'Manburg formed, hid and erased all ideas and memories of you from the server so that he would be the only one from there to know and keep you in his mind, stumbling and shuffling his way through the underbrush and mess of overgrown bush to get to that little corner of the world where he had tucked you away.
Only to open that door, the dark oak and tinted black iron to catch sight of you sprawled across your kitchen island clothes tossed aside, arms tangled in a very, very familiar mess of brown curls, the house practically echoing with the sound of your moans and please for him to stop, to pull your underwear away and actually us his mouth properly.
Imagine how Dream would dig his fingers into the wood, watching as Wilbur, the man he had revived, had made into his pawn, made him see as a hero for resurrecting him was mouthing at you through your underwear, coat hung by the door, large hands pressed to your thighs to keep you from closing your legs.
Oh what a sight that would be, a king watching a pawn take his place.
One lick at a time.
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simpbur w a reader with massive tits. like, the biggest. absolutely huge.
he’s feral and doesn’t know where to look LOL
Kay, I feel called out but okay let's go!
God he was fucked, you had walked into his apartment to study with his roommate dressed like that, the shirt barely covered your chest, let alone reached lower than your navel, it was perfect for the summer weather but god if it didn't have his mind racing. You often wore more covering clothes, so seeing you on display like this was new and it was going to drive him up the wall. You were going to be in his apartment, draped across his couch, lazing around in that shirt for the afternoon, there would be no stopping his mind from wandering.
Little would he know you were only wearing it for him, knowing that he would linger in the hallway to the living room to watch you as you stretched out on the couch, arching your back and thrusting your chest out on purpose to make the shirt ride up and show off the bottom of the bra you were wearing, so sure he would be able to see and maybe just maybe you would be able to finally push him over the edge.
To have him stop hiding in the shadows and watching from behind walls, to have him finally do something about this not so little infatuation he has with you, and your study partner had just given you the perfect excuse to tease a little more and maybe get your way, they had to go having forgotten they had an appointment and were promising to come back as soon as they were done, with the click of the front door you were left alone with your dear simp, and the real fun could begin.
His roommate had left, it was just you and him, just the two of you and that fucking shirt of yours that had ridden up even more, almost halfway up your bra and showing him so so much more than he could have hoped for. God, he was thankful for his door being at the end of the hall and able to see the living room, perfectly able to see how your hands moved upwards to push the shirt up further, exposing more of your chest and teasing him further.
While something in the back of his mind was asking why you were doing this, the rest was too focused on how his cock was pressing against his jeans, how he could not miss this chance, fumbling with his pants and with pulling his phone off its charger almost dropping it as he frees his cock, this would be devastating if he missed capturing it in video or in photos. Sure the recording would be tainted by the sounds of his panting and the slick sound of his hand wrapped around his cock but that could be a problem for later.
For now, all he cared about was the sight of you on his couch, chest exposed and hands dipping just barely below the edge of the cup as if teasing him with the possibility of seeing what he had fantasized about and only seen in stolen photos from your beach trips. If you really did pull the cups down he would riot, maybe he would even snap far enough to actually approach you, to make use of all the ideas floating around in his head and finally get to feel you wrapped around him.
The breaking point was when you moved, just slightly shuffling down the couch, chest now fully exposed and head turned to look at him, watching how he froze, smiling as you threw your bra down the hallway letting it land with a muted thud, winking before bringing your hands up to cup and tease him with your chest, waiting for the other shoe to drop in his mind and have him come bolting from his room.
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Bunny!Technoblade dressing as the easter bunny and teasing him about the outfit for hours until he pins us down and breeds us...
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Late easter ask? Yes, yes it is.
He looked adorable like this, sure it was mainly for a picture and a few things for a village the two of you trade with but gods did he look cute in his little apron and carrying that basket of treats for the village kids. Maybe it was a little cruel to tease him with the sight of you carrying the toddlers and little ones not able to walk, showing off the sight of you with any small thing the villagers would let you carry, but he had been the one to tell you he wanted to someday have a few little ones of his own.
What were you to do bar tease him like this? To show him what he wanted, almost rubbing it in his face as he had to play nice and make merry with the little ones tugging at his apron as he narrowed his eyes at you, mouthing a few 'Stop it's and 'Watch it's as you continued to tease and taunt him.
Sure you were in for it the moment you were done with the village, and sure it was likely going to be hell walking back to his warren, but the lingering looks and heavy stares he gave you were going to be worth whatever was coming your way when you got home.
Well, it was worth it, albeit you didn't get home before Techno was on you, ripping off his little apron and tugging your pants down as he pressed you into the dirt behind a looming oak tree.
"Was it worth it? Teasing me? Showing me how you would look as my little spouse, my kits on your hip? Taunting me with how easy you would take to it? Well, little darlin' maybe I should speed up those plans to breed you, hmm? You seem eager enough..."
Oh, how you would have agreed that it was worth it, had you the ability to do more than moan and whine his name, hands clawing into the dirt and scrabbling to find some true purchase as Techno pressed in, burying his cock to the hilt in one smooth motion, groaning and digging one hand into your hip and the other into your hair pressing you face down into the grass and dirt.
"Fuuuck look at that, so good for me, so ready to take my cock, should have skipped the easter stuff and had you like this, face down with my cock buried in you like it should be. Should keep you like this, fucked out on my cock and ready for me, gonna fill you, fuck my cum into you and make sure you're limping behind me dripping my cum till we get home and I can fuck you again..."
#🌟 anon#c: technoblade#mcyt smut#cw: implied breeding#k: hybrid#k: breeding#k: exhibitionism#k: teasing#mxad#anon response
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Kinktober Day 6: choking with DreamXD
I'm not gonna lie I was smug while writting this.
I love the idea of a higher being that while yes, they know humanity is different to them, but they have never had that human feeling or limitations so they can understand why they can't/shouldn't do it.
Anyhooo, MINORS DNI!
There is something about how you look, drapped against his lap, straddled across one of his thighs, hands scrabbling against his fingers resting around your neck.
Resting, it felt like resting to him, grip barely holding you, almost loose, he was so sure that you would be able to get free should you truly wish to be, and yet there is so much movement, so much scrabbling and tears. It was almost as if you couldn't breathe as if he was choking you, stealing your air and leaving only his touch in the wake, but he was simply resting his hand around your neck.
Resting and keeping you in his lap, you had told him you wished to be kept close on days like this, how else would he keep you close if not under his grasp.
The differences between a god and a human are many, and their similarities are small, so small that as you writhe in your godly lover's lap gasping and scratching at the fingers around your neck rutting and devouring the feeling of pleasure that scrapes around the blunt thrumming pain and need for air.
"You're lively today little one, is this not close enough for you? Not good enough? Need you more of your god? well, little one speak to me?" The sheer size difference between the two of you means that with a lift of his thumb your head is tilted up, hooded and hazy eyes cast up to stare at the cracked mask of his face. Halos and shadows streaking across your vision as one of his fingers lift air seeping in ever so slightly, giving a simper of life to you.
Your voice cracked and creaking, simpering as you beg for air, to be let free to gasp and indulge in the air you had taken for granted until he had placed his hand around your neck, till he had merely rested his hand against you.
You could confuse XD's laughter for thunder, the rumbling and cracking noise similar for those that had never heard it and yet when the hand around your neck pulls away, the hand that had almost killed you pressed to his mask almost coy in the way it falsely covers his laughter, "I had taken your breath away? Is that one of your little mortal sayings? Are you offering praise to me? looking for a blessing beyond what I have given you?"
If you could see a mouth, there was no doubt it would be spread wide in a grin, teeth shown in an almost snarl-like smile, sharp and clear in its intent to tease.
The weight of his hand is like a second skin to you, once again wrapping around your neck resting against you in his own version of a loose grip, his laughter mocking and your own hands come to try and loosen his grip further, to let you breathe around this playful display of affection.
Mortals and gods are so very different in the end and to this day, this lame little display of divine affection through thoughtful featherlike touch was leaving you slumped colours streaking and smearing like a hand across oil paint in your vision, thunderous rumbling laughter ringing in your ears as the weak movements of your hands fail limp, the struggling rutting of your hips against his thigh cease and your head falls back lips parted in a sigh of his name.
There is something about how you look, drapped against his lap, straddled across one of his thighs, hands no longer scrabbling against his fingers resting around your neck head limp in how it rests against his hand, his grip looser now just barely touching you as you fall limp against him, mortals and gods are so very different and he was merely resting his hand against you, resting his hands and enjoying how you writhed and struggled for the air he controlled.
"Look at that, my little mortal all worn out, your very breath stolen by your god… I wonder if you will let me take it from you again? Or perhaps I will simply take it again…"
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Kinktober day 13: Pet Play with Phantombur
You probably think this is master and pet kinda deal yeah? But what if I told you it wasn't.
It's a little short but enjoy!
MINORS DNI!
You had been on your best behaviour all week and your master had been very content to let you be, even going as far as promising you a treat in the form of a surprise if you continued to behave well. There were endless options for said treat, maybe a new collar? A new toy or two? Perhaps even a little indulgence of yours? So many choices, so many possibilities for you to enjoy but for now you had to keep being good, keep sitting pretty when asked and keep doing as told.
Mind you as the end of the week drew closer and closer it was harder than ever to keep listening, to keep your hands to yourself, to wait out the last few hours till your surprise would be given to you.
It had been a hard week of waiting, behaving and not prodding with questions as they left for the day smiling and kissing you with a 'be good' before they left, sure they slept next to you every night and they made sure you were collared and happy but the lack of attention and the looming surprise had you pouty and needy for the week to end.
The message that filters through your com is simple, clear and familiar, a request to have the main area cleared and ready for 'play', which means pushing the couches back, moving the coffee table and unrolling a second mat to keep the carpet clean. It's easy work and it's a rhythm that helps settle your nerves, stripping down and making sure there was room to stretch and roll as needed, it was comfortable to lay bare in all but your collar once again.
It had been a very long week and you were a very good pet.
So what were you to do when your partner, your owner, the person you let collar you waltzes through the door with another person, a deep blue collar wrapped around their neck and a loose sweater you knew was theirs drapped across their body. You had heard the words, and had the discussion so very long ago about him getting a playmate for you, another et to play with you, a prized pet for their prized pet.
And now it was happening, the pale ghostly man loomed over you even when on his knees, fingers spread across your thighs as your owner sat back, sprawled across the couch, flicking his wrist with a gentle 'play nice, and pet mind his mouth he...likes to bite' before leaving the two of you to play.
Each one of his movements sounded like bones rattling in the wind and his collars tag had no endearment, no title, just 'Phantom' etched into the plate, clinking against the leather as he leaned forward. A mouth full of sharp teeth and a heavy drool slick tongue is all you get to see before he is pressing forward nuzzling his curls into the crook of your neck panting and purring at the heat of your skin. You know there is no talking back, not now, not unless you were ending this all right here and now, so hearing this other pet purr a few words is strange.
The sigh of your name mixed with rumbling is all the warning you get before your shoulder is dripping with drool, the sharp teeth you had seen were pressing against your shoulder, digging in slightly and leaving you gasping for more.
Maybe this new pet would be good, a nice playmate for when you were left all alone, someone who was just as eager for you as your owner was but just that little more ready to pull you under him, to rasp in your ear as he buried his cock in you purring and marking you up as he saw fit. Maybe this 'phantom' was just what you needed to fill all of the gaps your owner couldn't or maybe he was the perfect little push you needed to lose your place as the prized pet.
Perhaps your owner should have thought twice about bringing in a hybrid to play with you, and perhaps they should have foreseen that they would come home to you drooling into the carpet dripping with cum and a phantom hybrid making sure that you were full and sated on his cock, not stopping even as his yellow eyes locked with this so-called 'owner'.
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Kinktober Day 10: Priests with Sapnap
...It's in the title.
MINORS DNI!
Have you ever seen the cathedral in the afternoon? Rays of golden light transformed into halos of gold and oranges, red specks filling gaps between pure white streaks, the air filled with specks of dust that drift and paint the cracks between each colourful display of devotion. Candles of every kind, pillars and tealights, long burning towers of wax that are lit day in and day out, melting and painting old stained wood with pools long since forgotten and uncleaned.
There is piety in the air and whispered hymns on the lips of every soul that passes through those doors, head bowed and hands offered in prayer and repentance, and yet one resounding set of steps is all it takes to taint and defile, the solid click after click of your shoes against polished tile is a simple rhythm that sinks sin into the very stone foundations of the cathedral, rot seeping into the roots and curling around the heart of the church.
A demon in all but reality, and a saint in all but name, the dear priest and host of your affection is standing as he always does, clothed in his robes and hands ringed in rosery, lips moving through prayer after prayer as the air fills with thick incense. The censer long since sat upon the main altar, a centrepiece to the flowing wreaths and displays of devotion through fruit and wine, the ash that falls and spills from the gaps tells of age and endless nights in the fogs of devotion.
There is something in the way he moves, black hair so messy in comparison to the pristine press of his cassock, the black fabric barely missing the floor as he walks, broad shoulders filling out the edges and drawing the eyes of sinners and believers alike, there is a fire in the way he preaches, hands raised and eyes alight in the low light of the candles before him if it were not for his occupation one could have taken him for the sinner with the depths of his stare.
And yet it is you that walks before him, waiting as the members of the parish leave smiling and bidding you a good afternoon and well wishes as you stalk towards him, fingers dragging across pew after pew, smiling as he watches you, stepping back only as you draw near, hips bumping the alter he had preached before, black robes staining with ash as the censer rocks against the jostling movement.
He would call you temptation, a sin wrapped in the softest of hands, a smile so warm should not shudder through him leaving heat in his veins, the nickname given to him by the flock should not linger in his ears as you purr at him 'sapnap', he is devoted and pure, untainted and yet as you cage him, run your fingers up his clothed chest there is a wavering chill akin to his first prayer of the day, that first moment he runs his thumb against his rosery and dips his head but this…
This is the feeling of your fingers cupping his face, the soft drag of skin against skin, the smell of mint and the communion wine of your breath as you draw closer, smiling as if you are not trying to defile him, drag him down into the depths of your lust. And yet he cannot find it in him to pull away, to stop your lips from tracing their way down his neck tugging the neck of his robes free and leaving deepening marks that will be repented for and remind him of the corruption he had endured, taken from you.
You were still a member of his flock even now as you paint sin into his skin, he would bear this burden, take your lust and spin you anew in the light once again, but first, first, your dear Father Sapnap would have to bear the knowledge of the sin he was about to commit, of how this altar would be forever stained in sweat, tears and sin.
First, he will have to cry your name to the heavens and beg god for you to keep touching and taking from him as you had planned.
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somno/dubcon with doctor!simpbur as you’re waking up from anaesthetic :)
Kay, I am going to kiss you, and kiss you, and kiss you.
Once again under a read more for those not wanting to read medical or dubcon.
God, you were perfect, sure you were under and he was only meant to be doing post-op check-ups, but who would fault him for closing the door to your room and doing a little more in-depth checks, knowing that he had maybe an hour or two before the anesthetic wore off and you would be coming back to the world of the waking, sure you would be groggy and unable to understand much when you first woke, but you were perfect right now, a wonderful living doll for him to finally enjoy like he had been longing for.
The paper dress you wore was easy to remove, three tugs on the knots and you were bare flawless skin on display like he had never seen before, there was always something in the way when he did his exams and tests, but now, now he could have you as he liked, naked and oh so beautiful for him.
Maybe his hands did shake as he pushed your legs open, gloves thrown away the moment he knew no one would be coming in the door to check on him. No matter how many times he licked his lips they still felt dry, as if the sight of you, legs thrown over his thighs, face at peace, and chest rising and falling softly was drying out the air and making him need to lick his lips again and again but maybe he wouldn't need to, maybe he could, he could kiss you, feel your lips against his own and use your spit to wet his lips.
The groan at the thought should have been loud enough to have someone come looking but no one did, and once again he was alone with you and the free access to your body. While your lips were cold and slightly chapped, they felt like heaven to him, a perfect mix that would drive him wild every day after this one, so he would devour every kiss and touch of your lips that he could, hands shaking as the roamed down your hips dragging against your sex and hoping that you would still be able to respond, to enjoy this.
There was never a moment he had felt fear like this, not when your eyes had blinked open and while hazy, had looked at him, said his name with sleep slurring the letters, whining as your mind took stock of the feeling of his fingers working you open stopping, of the rough material of his slacks against the back of your thighs, of the warm breath fanning across your face as he leaned over you, his face a mess of blurring colors and movement.
"Shhh, Shhh, just checking up on you, making sure everything is okay, back to sleep... It's okay, it's all okay, just let me check you over, You'll let me do that won't you? Make sure my favorite patient is healthy and good?"
The mumbled okay was all he needed before he began moving his fingers again, eager to have you more fully than ever before, and the short moment you had been awake, had said his name as you woke was all he needed to finally go through with this, to pull back and shuffle his slacks down just enough to free his cock. For now, spit would have to do for lube, a mix of his own and yours was more than he could ask for as he wrapped around his cock, giving a few weak pumps before gently moving to press the head of his cock against your opening.
God you felt even better wrapped around his cock than you did around his fingers, next time he had you booked for a test he might just have to find a way to do this again, there was no way he would be able to live with just fucking you with his fingers or using a syringe to fill you with his cum, he would have to fuck you, fill you himself and feel how you clench and milk his cock, there would be nothing like this for him ever again.
Sure he was fishing his phone from his pocket to film how you took his cock, to take in how even half asleep and floating from the anesthetic you were moaning and scrunching your nose, hole clenching around his cock, but the film would only tide him over for so long, he would need to have you again, maybe he could organize a home visit, have you welcome him into your home and then he could have you with worrying that someone would find him fucking you, filling you.
The very thought of being in your home, fucking you like he was currently was what drove him over the edge, hips stuttering and burying himself to the hilt in you as he cums, shivering as you clench and milk everything from him, moaning sleepily as a wet heat spreads in you, eyes blinking open once again as cold hands grasp your chin a blurry shape in front of your face as your lips open taking fingers covered in something bitter slip into your mouth, tongue limply taking whatever it was offered.
"That's it, take it my dear, full of my cum from both ends, I can't wait for you to be discharged and back in my practice, will definitely be doing this again, won't ever let you go now not that I know how good you feel..."
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Oh it is sad, desperate and pathetic as the theme of the night here at my brothel!!
We have another overheard request and God they really are desperate this Sunday night, I'm talking I am haven another idea, like we have sealed and cleanable couches for... fun times, and Oooo hoo have I been fed.
You feeling the hard swell of simpburs cock pressing against the gusset of your underwear. The small ruts he gives as he makes out with you, humming and mewling into your throat. He’s already blissed out, panting hard and gripping the edge of the couch with his other hand, desperate to get himself off with just this, and the feeling of your lips against his.
Feeling his fingers dipp beneath the waist band of your underwear snapping the band and teasing himself with the idea of dipping below, with the thought that he could maybe just maybe have more than just the feeling of your body heat seeping into him from where he was rutting against you, Maybe he could press his palm against you and feel your need like you could feel his as he rolled his hips.
And you know Simobur is fast to cum like this, hips rabbiting into your pelvis until he’s spilling. Even after he empties onto your underwear, he doesn’t stop till you’re reaching up and grabbing at him, tightening your grasp around his waist and huffing. His cock is sensitive, tingling in the aftershock. He’s pulling away with a wince, glancing down to admire the spattered milky white that now stained and glossy with his cum.
I have been fed and now I feed you all.
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Mmmmm I'm at work and am having ideas again.
Mayyybe your a phantom yourself or a similar breed of hybrid that lingers outside if the origins domain, belonging to another settlement and always toeing the line between the domain boundaries, chirping and slinging chatter back and forth between yourself and the elytrian that swoops by, almost taunting you to step over the unseen line and wander their, no his domain.
Black wings that blot out the sun and extend the shade you cling too when the peak hours of the day hit, the rattle of hissing chirps and clicking talons following every word. He is an animate thing when you cross paths, swinging ideas and teasing, laughing when you get spooked by wild cats, and showing no remorse or care when you bat his curious hands away.
Your elytrian friend at the boundary of the domains is endearing in a way.
Until he isn't, until their domain expands and those black wings don't shield the sun but block out the moon. Till there is another phantom phasing through your walls, his bone tail clicking and rattling on almost a mimicry of the elytrians chirps, potions and arrows flung amongst those that lingered in the village, you being one of those that was caught.
Water on all sides and obsidian beyond that, a trap all for you and you alone, the door was blocked and barricaded for what felt like hours till the running water fell silent and the chipping sound of volcanic rock gives way to familiar noises.
Your village was now part of their domain, something that they claimed they needed.
And you, well you were part of the village and thus now part of their domain, how else could you explain how the familiar talons and deep feathers had come to braket your frame, cradling your face and hiding those electric green eyes.
Oh how strange it was to hear your name, not phantom or pet cooed at you, to hear how in hushed whispers your fate was rewritten and warped.
You belonged to their domain now, you belonged to the crowfather.
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