#nsft prompt

[kinky-moth]

Punished to be a public use toy (part two)

(Part one) TW: hard kinks such as noncon and mind break, overstimulation, degradation, edging Dead dove, do not eat

After the first day of it's community service the lights turn off and the toys are to go through daily cleaning: automated systems turn on and spray water on the toy's used parts until all the dirt is washed away

The newbie is startled but it doesn't mind the water, it's cunt does feel tired after the day and this feeling is pleasant

A little too much in fact

The poor thing's abused clit is way too sensitive not to react to the droplets dripping down on it, and before it can pray for the machine to stop it has already reached its climax.

It lays there panting, mind blanking out as the machine takes note of the new substance coming out and begins the cleaning process again. This new living hole will have to learn the hard way that toys aren't meant to cum.

[..]

Morning comes around and the machines retreat, in one of the stalls the toy can feel itself going crazy: it had managed to hold out enough to be left alone, at the cost of edging all night

Just hearing footsteps sends shiver through its body, making it more aware of it's spread open cunt, ready for a day of usage

And the first user isn't late to arrive, entering the booth and making it feel their eyes looking right through it

They must've noticed it's throbbing clit cause a sudden slap to it's pussy makes it seize up in pain

And then another, and another followed by a sloppy kiss, a soft tongue caressing its clit until it cries out

It writhes and struggles hoping to somehow turn away from the torture but it's pointless, the pain and the pleasure keep coming until it can't tell if it's about to cum or pass out

Eventually the man also reaches their climax and leaves, letting their jizz out all over it's thighs and pussy

Finally it thinks its clit is going to get a break, but with a cunt so puffy and drippy every user wants to rub up on it, up and down its swollen clit until it cries.

It starts begging to be fucked, anything to not be touched there anymore, and it works: it gets filled over and over, utterly violated physically and mentally until it learns a valuable lesson.

#kinkystuff #nsft #nsft prompt #nsft text #spicy content #free use kink #cnc fr33use #fr33use #spicy text #public kink #overstim kink #nsft concept #humiliation kink #degrade kink #bd/sm slave #corruption kink #mind conditioning

[sliimebunny]

nsfw art/writing prompts —

it’s hard to find nsfw prompt ask games so here, i’m making my own

send a number + a character or ship and you might get some art or a fic out of it! tried to get a mix of general and more specific to allow as much freedom as possible but i added a free space at the end anyway lol [that’s also there because there’s some kinks i didn’t feel comfortable adding. it is what it is]

masturbation

casual/hookup/fwb

digital/over the phone [sexting, calls]

slow/sensual

dancing

nicknames/pet names/name calling

dom/sub

bondage

pain

lingerie/dress-up

petplay

roleplay

cnc

crying

overstimulation

sensory deprevation

humiliation

degredation

praise

breeding/pregnancy

free use

glory hole

public/semi-public

nipple/breastplay

lactation

food

titfucking

thighfucking

size difference

xenobiology [monster, hybrid, or alienfucking]

robot/android

free space [asker or writer/artists choice]

#ask game #nsft ask game #nsft prompt #long post #theres also some overlap between these but eh its fine

[investingestincest]

OTP Dynamic

#proship #proshipper safe #otp prompts #imagine your otp #sorry if my handwriting is bad #couldn't put it into words so i doodled it instead #t and b is for top/bottom btw #does this count as nsft ? #nsft prompt

[extremelyuselessaccount]

I want to go out into the woods and hunt for my sub.

First I would wait around and just let them run around and use up their energy.

And then, after an hour or hours of waiting for me to come catch them, I finally start when they barely have any strength to run left.

The fear and arousal in their eyes as they back into a tree, begging for mercy.

#bd/sm blog #bd/sm community #bd/sm kink #bd/sm post #bd/sm concept #bd/sm fantasy #bd/sm play #bd/sm scene #bd/sm dom #bd/sm dynamic #nsft switch #bd/sm switch #nsft prompt #bd/sm thoughts #bd/sm primal #bd/sm scenario #bd/sm nsft #nsft roleplay #nsft rp #nsft account #nsft scenario #nsft fantasy #nsft kink #nsft community #nsft bd/sm #nsft bi

[pascalsbby]

🤍 700 Followers Celebration 🪩

Part l: Hot Single Dad of The Neighborhood

It used to be benzos to take off the sharp pain of the day, this life- now it’s Joel fucking Miller.

I thought, let’s make it a celebration. So I asked @justagalwhowrites @cool-iguana @strang3lov3 @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @netherfeildren @chloeangelic if i could use their *names. They have all inspired me + constantly support everyone around them. I love getting lost in your worlds, too 🤍

*They were only aware of their names being used, not how! If I indicate they say something, they aren’t really, nor have they endorsed it.

Pretend we’re all at a campfire, telling our little stories…you know, the ones about that cute, single, girl dad.

Part ll: An actual fic where you and hot single neighborhood Joel get together.

I would love if you sent me any smut prompts and/or nsfw alphabet!!

I know myself too well & know I won’t get to them quickly, but for future times when I wanna pick them up, write something different, etc.

You guys!!!! I wanted to say hi, hello. I hope you’re having a good day and you’re doing well. I’m rooting for you! I’m proud of you.

These past couple of months I’ve been writing (again), has felt like a returning to myself. A few lost pieces have come crawling back. I had just graduated college and was stepping back into a reality I didn’t want to return to. But this has helped immensely. You! Have helped immensely.

Thank you for all of your love, thoughts, reblogs, comments, likes- all of it. I read them constantly and giggle about it. I can’t wait to keep writing!!

I always welcome messages, submissions, dm’s, anything!!

Here are some people who are always making me feel loved: @cool-iguana @rubyfruitjungle @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @megangovier20 @mishasminion360 @milla-frenchy @worhols @strang3lov3 and SO MANY MORE!!!

Here is your badge for being amazing:

It’s a png, so you should be able to put it over anything. If you do, I wanna see!!

Masterlist

#700 followers #celebration #pedro pascal #joel miller #the last of us #tlou #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #pascalsbby #joel miller x y/n #smut prompts #nsft prompt

[austajunk]

Komanami with 49 and 28 prebby pls OvO

Well! Glad I finished this on Chiaki Nanami day. XD

Let's say that Nagito and Chiaki get a moment alone as they explore Strawberry House together. And Hajime isn't too far behind...

Triggers: Begging/Pleading, Dubious Consent, Voyeurism and Handjobs

“Nanami-san, does it feel good…when I touch you like this?”

Against the neon red and pink walls of the Strawberry House, Nagito had Chiaki pinned. Or at least, from Hajime's perspective, she appeared to be trapped against Nagito's slender frame as he brushed his fingers gently up her waist. It looked like she couldn't get away, but Chiaki knew that all it would take would be a shove to push the Ultimate Luckster off of her.

But she wouldn't. Hajime, who had caught them just before turning the corner, couldn't understand why she wouldn't just push Nagito away. What did he want with her? And… why would Chiaki let him touch her?

“Komaeda-kun…” Chiaki uttered, her gaze holding those green eyes. Nagito let his hands explore her body. From fidgeting with the bow on her collar to sweeping his fingers between her inner thighs to part them, he touched her openly. It almost seemed like he was studying her rather than toying with her. There was no deception in his eyes, no cruelty to be shown as he peered down at her.

“I just need to know… what do I need to do?” Nagito asked her. His face held that kind smile, the one that threw Hajime off every time he saw it. He could see Chiaki stiffen against Nagito's chest. “I just want to keep you shining brightly. You'll stay true, won't you? True to us and true to Hope?”

Swallowing, Hajime immediately tried to wonder what Nagito was getting at. Did he… think Chiaki Nanami was the traitor in their midst?

Chiaki shook her head. As his fingers moved across her body, her eyes tried to keep up. But Nagito's words kept her glued to him no matter where she wanted to look. She couldn't tune him out. Not when he was so close to her that his breath caressed her neck.

“I'm not interested in that,” she said quietly. “I don't care about Hope.”

Hajime held his breath, peeking behind the corner. What the hell was he doing? He had come across this and he should be stopping it. But every time he tried to move, his legs wouldn't carry him an inch forward. He gripped the strange walls of the Strawberry House, watching Nagito shadow Chiaki like a bemused predator.

Rejected, Nagito lowered his head. But he kept his smile. “Ah… I understand. You don't want to talk about it…but I can show you what a difference you truly make to all of us, Nanami-san…” He gave a feverish sigh, nudging his knee between Chiaki's legs. He parted her, but focused on removing the buckle to his own pants. Once they lowered, he slipped a hardening cock through his boxers, letting it feel the warmth of Chiaki's skin.

“Mh…” Chiaki had no place to run. Her eyes lifted and a shudder ran through her form. But Nagito didn't dare to go any further.

“I know my body is worthless,” he told her, his voice taking a pleading tone. “But… you can use it all you want to pleasure yourself. Treat me however you please. Touch me and satisfy your curiosity, Nanami-san.”

As Hajime watched, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. A lump formed so tightly in his throat. He wanted to call out to them to stop this…. But somehow, he remained locked in place, as fixated on the eight inches of cock sliding between Chiaki's open legs as Chiaki was.

“You…want me to touch you?” The gamer asked him. Aside from the light quivers of her small body, Hajime couldn't read her expression too well. How could Nagito seem to be so sure of himself? How could he offer himself up like that like it was nothing? He eased his cock between her legs like it was nothing, as though she and Nagito were the only two people in the entire world.

Nagito nodded patiently. “Please touch me, Nanami-san. Don't think of betraying us…” With his voice going lower, he pressed deeper and made Chiaki groan for him. “I can make you feel good. You can use me as your stepping stone-! Just… Just take advantage…”

“I… I don't want to,” said Chiaki, her cheeks flushing. Her lips parted, releasing a hungrier gasp than Hajime thought she could be capable of.

“I'll keep begging. Don't leave us. I won't let you leave, Nanami-san… not when you shine so very brightly for the rest of us….” Refusing to wait any longer, Nagito guided Chiaki's right palm to rest on his cock.

“Komaeda-kun-! This…” Chiaki winced. Her breathing was shallow. But she didn't pull away. Her hand slowly stroked Nagito's cock, running her fingers along his length until his hushed noises joined in.

“That's it, Nanami-san… please take what you want from me… as long as you know you aren't alone. As long as you'll stay with us…”

As she caressed and stroked his cock, Nagito's dull eyes gained a slight gleam. He curled against Chiaki, rolling his hips to give her more access to his shaft. Chiaki seemed intrigued by his movements against her, his devoted touches and pleas for her to continue. Her soft skin became slick from his arousal as her thumb affectionately slid beneath his shaft. Nagito closed his eyes and accepted her, encouraging her by pumping eagerly between her skilled digits. Their faces grew hotter together, their movements increasing with one another.

Hajime couldn't bear to look away from them. He wanted to say something so badly, to catch their attention and stop them, but their motions had captured him completely. Chiaki was beautiful with her breath hitching, her intrigued stare down at Nagito’s shaft.

Nagito, in turn, leaned into the crook of her neck, leaving a trail of worshiping kisses across her flesh. He wouldn't touch her back. That wasn't his place…. Not until she begged for him. When she would, he would let go of his restraint and give into his hunger to please her. He didn't deserve to be touched by her and yet, Chiaki was so kind as to waste her time with his body.

Oh… how he adored her. A sweet embodiment of Hope. How he wanted to give her anything…. He would beg against her ear.

“Nanami-san, I'm going to…hnhh…I'm going to…” The thick pulse in between Chiaki's hands told her everything she needed to know.

His hips slowed but Chiaki wouldn't stop. Indeed, her strokes glided across his cock in a quicker motion, aiming to help him build to a wonderful release. Nagito's breath climbed with hers, the dizzying sensation pooling in his loins until he lost himself. The fuzzy pleasure took over his senses as he spilled two shots of thick, white cum into her pale hands. A leftover spurt of cum shot across Chiaki's skirt as he panted, stumbling against the neon walls to steady himself.

“...That's a little gross, Komaeda-kun,” said Chiaki, though her cheeks lost none of their color.

“Ah… that's a shame,” said Nagito, hiding a small grin as he leaned over her. “I was hoping… you would beg me now…” He tilted his head, narrowing his green eyes at the corner Hajime was hiding in.

“Nanami-san… we may want to clean up. I don't want to alarm you, but I think Hinata-kun may be a little lost over there…”

#danganronpa #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #chiaki nanami #nagito komaeda #komanami #hajime hinata #komahinanami #thanks for the ask! #nsft prompt #writing prompts

[alexjonessearchhistory]

Here's a little scenario based on events that have happened to me:

A is white and super pale, B is a person of color with darker skin, while having sex A realizes that they're covered in hickeys while B doesn't have any. A even focuses on a specific spot, kissing and sucking the skin until B takes notice and cracks up when they realize what A is doing. By the next morning, A has hickeys everywhere and B doesn't have a single one, or at most a few little spots where their skin is the slightest bit redder

#i was A in this scenario #my girlfriend would not stop laughing at me for trying so hard #later when i told my friends they all started laughing at me too #smut prompts #smutty prompts #smutty writing prompts #nsft text #nsft prompt #nsft writing #smut writing #smutty writing

[nutlessspeedrun]

with my pants pulled down, she examines the newly bared flesh before her. her hands run over my thighs. feather light - raising goosebumps as they go.

as she looks between the two, she focuses on the difference between them. one bare, and one covered in a layer of unshaven hair.

"i wanted to ask last time... why do you only shave one leg?" she asks, amused and curious.

prepared for this question, i answer easily. "im doing laser hair removal on that one, since its gonna be my donor site."

she cocks her head to the side, lingering on the smooth skin under her palm. "donor site for...?"

"bottom surgery." i answer. "they're gonna use that skin to make my dick."

she likes that answer. with a smile, she runs her hand up and down the length of my bare thigh. "so... in a year, this is gonna be your cock?"

she's teasing me. the connection between the motions of her touch and the question she asked doesnt escape me.

"... yeah. maybe sooner than that."

she leans in. for a moment, i assume she's just getting a closer look... and then i feel her warm tongue press against my skin. i cant resist shuddering as she licks a wet stripe up the length of what Will Be my cock.

she peers up at me, letting out a giggle. "already sensitive, huh? bet youre gonna love getting head..."

"i already do." i part my legs further. but, she doesnt move on just yet.

"you said you like cock worship, right?" she asks, planting a kiss just above my knee. right where theyre going to make the tip. "i wanna get a head start."

closing her eyes, she sucks and licks and kisses that tender skin. i watch her intently. knowing that shes the first person to suck my cock - the NEW one - is enough to make my heart skip a beat.

i lace my fingers into her hair, but let her pick her pace. my tdick is stiffening at the show, and begins to ache with jealousy. she cracks an eye open, taking a peek at the modest bulge in my boxers. i feel her hot breath as she laughs, "guess im doing a good job...?"

"so good..." i mutter, petting her hair. "do you wanna--"

before i can finish that question, she hooks her fingers under my waistband and pulls the garment down to expose me to the air - and her greedy mouth.

#nsft #nsft nblw #sapphic nsft #bi nsft #nsft concept #wlw nsft #nsft wlnb #queer nsft #nsft imagine #nsft daydream #nsft scenario #nsft fantasy #nsft worship #nsft writing #nsft enby #nsft t4t #nsft txt #nsft thoughts #nsft prompt #nsft smut #nsft drabble #nsft lgbt #nsft bi #nsft nonbinary #nsft mlnb

[lovely-malice]

Sometimes I imagine it. A big, powerful monster man. Strong, imposing, towering over me. The wicked gleam of his claws matching that of his sharp teeth, the thick muscles that line his body. The kind of man you’d dream of bending you in half and having his way with you.

Now, imagine that monster man being such a fucking bottom. An absolute little sub that you can toy with, bend over, top until he begs and whines for more, oh please oh please just to keep stuffing him full of your cock or strap.

Maybe one day you lift his shirt up while he sits, enough to put you at a taller height than him for the moment. You slide the fabric up his skin and past his pretty boobs, and he gives a little whine at being so exposed to you. You can already see the heat rise to his face as you paw at his chest and start rubbing the soft flesh all over, playing with his nipples. You feel a growl rumble throughout him as he struggles to hold still for you, he could easily take control any time but he doesn’t want that, he wants to be a such a good boy for you. He can’t quite hold back the sweet little whimpers and whines as you keep playing with his boobs though, before you help his shirt off fully and start giving his neck attention, starting with soft licks and nibbles before biting and sucking wherever you can get your mouth. You know he likes to be marked, likes to let everyone know he’s yours.

Maybe you’d rub one thigh up between his legs, and he’d give a little squeak of surprise that morphs into a moan at the sudden pressure against his pussy. You help him lie down on the bed and keep rubbing right where he likes it through the fabric of his pants, all while he tries to cover his face in his strong arms and tries to muffle his little noises of pleasure. You pull them away while still pressing your knee into his crotch, you tell him how you want to see him blush and hear him moan and squeal like the good boy he is at everything you’re about to do to him. He’s so strong that he could just ignore your manhandling, but he won’t. You know your subby little slut wouldn’t dream of it.

You probably help pull down his pants then, too eager to wait to tease him any longer. The look of embarrassment on his face is delicious, though you can’t figure out why- oh, he’s wearing such a pretty pair of panties, all for you. They hug him tightly, and it’s easy to see how wet he already is. You brush a finger along them and confirm that he’s already soaked through them, as he gives off a high-pitched moan at the contact. Such an eager little bottom, you don’t even want to keep him waiting.

You rub at the thin fabric for a bit before pulling it aside, brushing your knuckles along his dripping cunt before pressing them into the incredibly soft flesh. He’s so big that you already know he takes one, two fingers easily, but he still keens like you’re already stuffing him full. So sensitive, so needy. You can tell he loves it when you tell him things like that, how he’s such a needy slut, how excited you are to give him just what he wants. He’s past responding at this point, so high on arousal that all he can do is growl and whine as you add more fingers to stretch him out.

It’s easy enough to help him move to flip over, top half spread across the bed while you bend him over the edge. Because he’s so big and tall it’s hard to find stuff that fits him sometimes, and you notice that includes his panties. They looked tight from the front, but it turns out they were even more so than you thought. From the back you can see how they hug him completely, barely managing to cover anything as they’ve slid up his ass and between his cheeks, going even further when he wiggles his hips. The sight positively breaks something in you and you don’t even bother to pull them off, just slipping the soaked fabric to the side of his cunt and plunging your cock in as far as it will go. Your monster screams in pleasure and slams his hips back into yours, impatient and greedy, but you are too and so you grip his hips and start pounding into him.

He moans and wails as you fuck him, clawing at the bedsheets until there are tears, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You can barely contain your own pleasure as you moan out what a good slut he is, what a perfect little bottom he is taking your cock so well, oh he just loves getting bent over and fucked and stuffed doesn’t he? All he wants is for you to fill up his greedy holes with cum huh? Just like the pretty, subby little cockslut he is? And all this terrifying monster can do is choke out a moan in lieu of a response, barely managing to nod as you feel him get impossibly wetter. His ass is bouncing as you keep railing him, and you can’t resist spanking him. He wails and buries his face into the bed as you smack and knead his plump cheeks, leaving dark imprints that you just want to kiss and bite.

You’ll hear his noises get higher and louder eventually, feel how tightly his cunt squeezes around your cock before it spasms around it and he cums, he screams and thrusts back at an increased pace to ride out his orgasm while squirting all over you. And he looks and feels so fucking good that you can’t help but follow right after, slamming your hips together over and over before burying into him as deep as you can go and pumping him full of your spend, the aftershocks of pleasure through his cunt making it squeeze and milk every little drop out of you.

…Yeah, just a thought.

#nsft #nsft text #nsft writing #trans nsft #t4t nsft #ftm nsft #queer nsft #hornyposting #nsft concept #nsft prompt #nsft monster #monster fucker #transmasc nsft #don’t worry good aftercare happens after this #i kind of got carried away here #don’t look at me

[enesefvv]

but think about it: if you wore a little bell on your collar, it would make such cute sounds every time i slammed into you from behind. going 'ring the bell if you're a whore' and then fucking you even harder so it rings anyway because we both know already that you are a sweet little fucktoy whore <333

#owner.txt #for puppy #queer nsft #t4t nsft #'nsft' #n/s/f/t #nsft #trans nsft #nb nsft #ftm nsft #puppy nsft #lgbt nsft #nsft trans #nsft puppy #nsft prompt

[danganhorny42069]

NSFT Prompt masterlist! (219 in total)

1. Anal

2. Vaginal

3. Cunnilingus

4. Analingus

5. Fellatio

6. Nipple Stimulation

7. Double Penetration

8. Frottage

9. Tribadism

10. Outercourse

11. Fingering

12. Titfucking

13. Hot Dogging

14. Intercrural Sex

15. Scissoring

16. Masturbation

17. Mutual masturbation

18. Pegging

19. Threesome/Moresome

20. Face Sitting

21. Facial Sex

22. Creampie

23. Squirting

24. Cumming

25. Oral Fixation

26. Finger Sucking

27. Wet Dream

28. Dildo

29. Vibrator

30. Butt plug

31. Cock ring

32. Gags

33. Costumes

34. Collar

35. Lingerie

36. Garter belt

37. Corset

38. Stocking/Fishnets

39. Heels

40. Pantyhose

41. Skirt

42. Clothes On

43. Ripped Clothes

44. Dry Humping

45. Coming fast/Untouched

46. Lipstick

47. Bondage

48. Shibari

49. Dom/Sub

50. Dom

51. Sub

52. Leather

53. Latex

54. Suspension

55. Restraints

56. Roleplay

57. Petplay

58. Impact Play

59. Cum Play

60. Body Writting

61. Body Worship

62. Spanking

63. Praise

64. Olfactophilia

65. Forniphilia

66. Klismaphilia

67. Voyeurism

68. Vanilla

69. Extreme Kinky

70. Gentle

71. Rough

72. Power Bottom

73. Service Top

74. Doggy Style (Position)

75. Cowgirl/boy (Position)

76. Reverse cowgirl/boy (Position)

77. 69 (Position)

78. Against the Wall (Position)

79. Face Off (Position)

80. G-Whiz (Position)

81. Lotus (Position)

82. Side by Side (Position)

83. Leg Over Shoulders (Position)

84. Boat (Position)

85. From Behind (Position)

86. Standing Up (Position)

87. Missionary (Position)

88. Reverse Missionary (Position)

89. Spooning (Position)

90. Shuttle (Position)

91. Cat (Position)

92. Amazon (Position)

93. Crossed legs

94. On Your Knees

95. Hair pull

96. Scars

97. Scratching

98. Bitting

99. Teeth

100. Licking

101. Swallowing

102. Begging

103. Pinned Against the Wall

104. Massage

105. Pole dance

106. Lap dance

107. Stripping

108. Teasing

109. Accidental Stimulation

110. Caught

111. First Time

112. Seduction

113. Quickies

114. Solo

115. Multiples

116. Size Difference

117. Distention

118. Overstimulation

119. Orgasm denial

120. Sexting

121. Phone Sex

122. Recording

123. Photo

124. Dirty talk

125. Edging

126. Mirror Sex

127. In the Shower

128. In the Bathroom

129. In the Kitchen

130. In the Car

131. On the Sofa

132. On the Floor

133. On the Table

134. On the Chair

135. At the Beach

136. At the Pool

Cute Soft edition

1. After Care

2. Communication

3. Boundaries

4. Making Rules

5. Preparing

6. Cuddle

7. Spooning

8. Nap

9. Bath

10. Tying

11. Sharing clothes

12. Helping button/zip

13. Hand holding

14. Experimention

15. Silly

16. Laughing

17. Wholesome

18. Massage

19. Distracted

Not quite my cup of tea but it might be interesting for someone Edition

1. Fisting

2. Tickling

3. Felching

4. Spit roasting

5. Degradation

6. Deep Throating

7. Sensory deprivation

8. Shaving/Grooming

9. Oil

10. Wax play

11. Temperature play

12. Food play

13. Exhibitionism

14. Watersport

15. Risky

16. Menophilia

17. Armpit

18. Feet

19. Daddy/Mommy

20. Sounding

21. Sweat

22. Kabeshiri

23. Spit

24. Chastity

25. Fucking machine

26. Sybian

27. Choking

28. On the Window

29. Bukkake

Teratophilia Edition (all humanoid, obviously)

1. Alien

2. Cyborg

3. Robot

4. Slime

5. Centaur

6. Satyr

7. Harpy

8. Lamia

9. Mermay

10. Insectoid

11. Ghost

12. Werewolf

13. Vampire

14. Inccubus

15. Succubus

16. Banshee

17. Mutant

18. Reptilian

19. Oni

20. Cyclops

21. Angel

22. Demon

23. Cat

24. Dragon

25. Fish

26. Octopus

27. Skeleton

28. Clown

29. Mask

30. Teeth

31. Claws

32. Wings

33. Tail

34. Horn/Anthena

35. Body Horror

#nsft #not dangan #my post #prompt list #nsft prompt

[investingestincest]

A: Can you pass me the salt ?

B: You're already full of it, so I don't see why I should.

A: ...Well, you're gonna be full of something else if you don't give me the damn salt.

B: Is this supposed to be threatening ? Because, if anything, you're just getting my kink on.

A, getting up: Oh, I'll show you kink.

C also getting up, their bowl of cereal in hand: And this is why I never eat breakfast with you both.

#proship #proshipper #proshipper safe #proshippers please interact #otp prompts #imagine your otp #dialogue prompt #nsft prompt #if you saw me post this before no you didnt

[extremelyuselessaccount]

Watching their reactions to my praise is so hot.

Like seeing them twitch or their eyes roll back.

They do their best to keep pleasing me and I just watch their desperation for more praise.

And just watching their satisfaction when I give it.

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[coffentyme]

𝕴𝖙’𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊.

It was only a matter of time, and I was a fool to think I could ever get away. I knew I couldn’t keep going, you knew I could never out run you. This is our nature.

The smell of freshly disturbed mulch and dirt fills my nostrils, which flare with every heaving breath I take. My thigh and calves burning from the exertion, shaking with every failing struggle I make to pry away. It’s only me, and it’s only you, in this forest that feels almost horrifically silent compared to our joined effort to catch our breaths.

Exhaustion doesn’t begin to describe the overwhelming feeling taking over me. But that innate, sinking feeling filling the pit of my stomach, as the piercing feeling of claws press my neck into the ground, your grasp only getting tighter the longer we stay here. You have me now, and you can do whatever you want to me.

I can feel my heart raging against my rib cage, on the verge of breaking out of my chest as I feel your breath against my ear. You’re unnaturally close, breathing me in and my fear, my fear of you or what you’re capable of now that I cannot run anymore.

You’re hulking, or at least that’s how it feels. I can’t see you, but I can feel you…Your presence is vastly larger, and more intimidating. The heat emanating from you breaks a sweat at the nape of my neck, and I can feel your eyes examining me, your fresh meal. Everything about you is meant for this, meant to catch, meant to hunt.

I’m meant to be caught.

You are the predator and I am the prey. I can only hope in this fleeting moment of silence, that you’re not satisfied with the chase, and will let me go with the false hope I somehow can get away.

We’ve played this game many times though, and now I fear even more deeply, that you won’t just let me go. You’re hungry, you’re starving, and I am the only prize you have your beastial eyes on.

This is our nature, and I will succumb to you, willingly or not.

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[austajunk]

Yuma × Vivia for 33? Vivia's Forte is practically made for that.

Vivia is honestly such a hopeless romantic figure to me that I just had to be soft with this one. ❤️

Triggers: Voyuerism/Being watched (Naughty Yuma… someone is always around to watch)

Whenever Vivia was sure he was alone, he liked to use his Forte to leave his body and wander. The astral plane he walked numbed the loud noises of the world. He could push everything away from himself and simply drift for as long as he pleased. His body was weightless and his mind could be empty or lost in the books that he loved to indulge in.

There was no such thing as paradise or true happiness, but it was as close as he could find it. Wandering from his form and watching the lively bodies of the others who shared his space wander around him in front of the chimney like he was a non-entity. In a way, he preferred it. Reaching out to the others, even Chief Yakou, only made things more needlessly complicated.

He could watch them without an attachment… and yet, Vivia was attached to them. He was fascinated with their spirits behind the window of his Forte, the way they interacted with each other and formed their bonds. Whether they knew it or not, Vivia followed his fellow colleagues and traced their footsteps. He would wander around in the spaces they had been, glanced over what they had been doing. On the couches; Desuhiko had gotten ahead of himself and challenged Halara to another futile game of cards. Fubuki had sat beside them and cheered on both of them, forgetting about what they were doing in the first place. He would watch Chief Yakou rise from his chair, run his fingers over his temples, and demand that they stop gambling so openly in the submarine. Vivia smiled at the sight. Chief Yakou never liked to break them up. In truth, he had just as much fun watching them as Vivia. In a sense, the ghostly detective felt that kinship with his chief from afar.

“Everyone is gone…hm…”

This day was different. Vivia had risen from an uncomfortable sleep inside the fireplace and grunted as the pain shot up his back. That was the price he paid for a bit of peace and quiet. He had poured over a book the previous night and found no willpower to actually return to his nest under the piano of the hotel once he finished. So he had curled up like a lazy cat inside the fireplace and shut his eyes.

The submarine was dark with only a dim light on the chief’s desk to signify that he was very much alone. A sigh escaped his lips. Everyone else was out on business, were they? The silence was somewhat unfamiliar to him by now. He had gotten used to the heavy thundering of footsteps as Yuma and the other detectives came and went.

And now, he found he missed it in this rapture of silence. But that was alright. Vivia closed his eyes and felt his body separate from the rest of himself. When he next opened his eyes, his body was beneath his feet, contorted in the way he needed to fit the fireplace. Vivia stared at his body, taking in its sleeping form. How could anyone be afraid of death when sleep was so much closer to it than anyone out there could realize?

With that thought running through his mind, he decided to drift about in the chief’s office, preoccupying his mind with the different history books on Chief’s Yakou’s shelves.

That was until a small, breathy groan caught Vivia’s attention. His head turned to the dark corners of the back room. Chief Yakou usually used it for storage, but people rarely went back there.

Was there an intruder? No. Vivia thought he recognized that boyish voice.

Without much consideration, he followed that trail of moans through the submarine door until he came upon a form crouched against a line of crates in the darkness.

Vivia could see him vividly. “Yuma,” he uttered. His voice couldn’t reach the lilac-haired trainee, not with Vivia in this state.

It would be better to leave Yuma alone, but Vivia drew closer to him. With everyone else, he could pull away and put up a wall. He could pretend that they didn’t mean anything to him. Yuma was different. He couldn’t pull himself back. He drifted across the floor closer to Yuma’s huddled form and soon made out the frantic motions of Yuma’s hands gliding over his own crotch.

Yuma’s pants were around his ankles. His fingers were wrapped around his exposed cock, pumping it without a care for anyone who could be watching. Vivia watched the needy expression of Yuma’s face twitch and turn into one desperate for a release. Was it wrong to stare at him in this state? To watch a colleague caress his own cock to get off.

Vivia didn’t care. He sat in front of Yuma and watched him touch himself. Even when he was so exposed, he still seemed so innocent and trusting. Vivia felt like a predator. Not one that aimed to harm Yuma in any way, but one that wanted to watch him and consume him for himself. There was a selfishness that filled Vivia’s gaze as his head rose and fell with Yuma’s hand movement. His body was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. He had been pleasuring himself in this back room for a while, thinking he was all alone in this little world.

Without realizing it, Vivia’s hand joined over Yuma’s and he wondered if Yuma could feel him. Did the hairs on the back of Yuma’s neck stand up to his otherworldly presence caressing him?

He and Yuma could never truly be one, but Vivia knew to watch over him, to love and please him from afar. That was the love they could share. In this quiet world, he loved Yuma Kokohead and he was accepted in return.

Their hands combined over Yuma’s cock as that little bit of salty cum splattered from a sweet release. He watched Yuma’s chest rise and fall in those beautiful motions and Vivia’s joined his breathing with his.

“Yuma, you really are so beautiful…”

That weak smile came to life on Vivia’s pale features. Yuma leaned back and panted, drinking in the lingering glow his orgasm left him in.

Vivia stayed with him for a while and drank in those sweet movements and noises Yuma made on his own. He laid beside Yuma and closed his eyes to imagine. He would return to his body soon, but until then…

He wasn’t alone.

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[mutualdemise]

I just imagined my f/o, staring at me with a piercing gaze where the line between hatred and desire are blurred.

Whether they want to take me, or kill me, we’ll never know 😌

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