Yes, corruption kink as in making you worse. Giving you new kinks. Making you grosser in just the ways I like.
But also, corruption kink as in slowly altering your daily habits for the better because I want you to associate feeling good with being around me. Lulling you to sleep earlier in the evening each night to make you get a bit more sleep every time. Wordlessly handing you water throughout the day to keep you hydrated without realizing it. Running fingers through your hair while we’re sitting on the couch and slowly progressing to neck and jaw massages. Praising you for every little thing you do that’s good for you. Slowly altering your brain chemistry over time through countless little ways to make you more comfortable and relaxed and rested.
And wouldn’t you know it? Comfortable and relaxed and rested is suchhhh a perfect recipe for someone who’s trusting and eager enough to get into things they never thought they’d like before. Funny how that works, hmmm? 🖤
absolutely yearning for their knife’s blade gently running down my skin, pressure increasing but not breaking the surface. tracing delicately from my parted lips down my neck, chest, and across my abdomen to my thighs. shuddering breaths as fabric tears, rocking hips stilled in anticipation or trusting fear? and then the sudden realization that it’s not the threat of the sharp tip anymore, but the cold metal handle tracing everywhere but where I wanted touch the most. reassuring warm hands, biting marks, and bruises on my inner thighs. and then? that rounded, not so dangerous end oh so eagerly stretching me out, paired with their dark and slightly predatory eyes locked onto mine from between my thighs as they reminded me to stay still pretty girl, or else the other end will cut my thighs as they use me and their favorite blade for their own satisfaction
surrounded by my quivering legs, breathy moans, and a string of please’s in the air, what an utter delight to them. but it wasn’t enough, no. they’d maneuver to straddle my thigh, keeping my legs forced open while still ruining me with the blunt edge of the knife in their right hand. ever so slightly, their left hand would creep up my body. nails would scrape across my skin, red welts quickly making an appearance as blood rushed to the surface. hand trailing higher as my breath hitches, their fingers curling delicately around my neck. a sinful and drawn out pressure, subtle black spots dancing across my vision, and thighs involuntarily closing as my hips bucked off the bed at my wrecking point
their grin widens, eyes glinting at the dazed and lightheaded expression on my face. still not satisfied until there are stained black tears streaming down my cheeks and I’m reduced to a string of breathless whimpers. their left hand would leave my neck, replaced with the soft and misleading caress of soft lips kissing over a blooming handprint before teeth sink into skin. a sharp intake of breath, rolling hips never stilling as their right hand continues its movements between my thighs, slick from an intoxicating combination of blood and arousal. a sudden increase in speed, their teeth breaking skin and licking over it in ecstasy, just take all of me sweet girl, take everything I give you. eyes fluttering shut, back arching off the bed, but their commanding voice to keep your eyes on me. with each thrust, thumb circling electric nerves, thighs desperately trying to stay open, littered with a painted canvas of small red beading lines. a small cry of I cant’t, it’s too much from my parted pink lips met with but you will for me.
sweet yet frustrated squeaks and whimpers timed beautifully with each upward thrust, my hips instinctively chasing their hand and the dull end of their cherished knife each time it’s pulled away. with each withdrawal that bundle of nerves teased and left alone, then pathetically overwhelmed and manipulated as the handle of the knife is driven sharply back up into me with their thumb harshly circling. I can’t- I can’t please, I can’t- into the minuscule amount of air between our bodies. their demonic smile along my neck as they pause their bruising pursuit. but you are my princess, you’re going to for me. your body is reacting so eagerly for me, your hips chasing my hand and your sweet sounds are solely for me. if you didn’t want it, if you couldn’t take it, you wouldn’t be this wet would you darling? your body knows what you need, turn that dumb little brain off and just feel. take it. take me like a good little thing. a long stripe licked from my collarbone to my ear, sharp teeth pulling another strangled moan from my lips as a surprising streak of pain to my cheek turns my face to look into your eyes. lips clashing together, thoughts fading, pressure building, you know that’s best for me. my body knows you do. you know what’s best for me. my body knows you do- and two fingers quickly pass between my thighs, coating themselves before they’re pressed to my lips. the immediate response to suck on their fingers, clean them, taste them, don’t think don’t think don’t- and there’s my good girl. there’s my pretty pliant girl. see? you take me so beautifully. you can cum for me one more time, sweet thing. driving the knife handle into me deeply, so full, hips needing to chase them, needing them, please please please, thumb circling faster in delightful pressure until -oh they were so incredibly right. my body is theirs. they know what I need and what I can take. I am theirs- toes curling and legs shaking, their movements not stilling until I go limp on the bed. knife handle slipping from me, a small whine before it’s brought up into the air for them to inspect. their pupils blown so wide in adoration at the sight before it’s brought to my lips to stop my incoherent breathy whimpers, instinctively taking a lick from it before they set it aside. their two favorite things in the world, a beautiful knife and an absolutely ruined toy for them. all for them. you did so well my love, you are so good for me princess. gentle hands cradling my body and pulling me into them. sitting in their lap with my legs wrapped around their waist, still quivering, arms loosely dangling around their neck. their hands intimately rubbing my skin, soothing bite marks and bruises and shaking muscles. their voice in my ear affirming that I am theirs. I did so well. I’m so good. soft kisses on my pliant and vulnerable body, hair slick with sweat and curling on my forehead and on the back of my neck. delightfully sore, grounding touch. I am theirs. I did so well. I am theirs. I am good. you are such a good girl, my best girl, I don’t know what I did to deserve you.
Edging her so much she can't talk 🤝 Telling her how beautiful and smart and wanted she is as much as I like and finally not getting interrupted with backtalk
As far as facile inversions of common tropes go, "character who's so pure and innocent that they have no idea their bizarre kinks are in any way unusual and end up scaring the hell out of their ostensibly more worldly peers" is a pretty good one.
some kinks are porn kinks and some kinks are in real life kinks and some kinks are fantasy kinks. for example i don't want to cum to porn of blood but i do want to draw blood out of a woman violently and then lick it up and smear it all over and fuck her while we're covered in it. i don’t want to actually kill someone but i do want to fantasize about it when i see a cute piece of meat. i like watching some porn categories id never touch in real life and that don’t interest me outside of getting off to it in a video and going about my day. do other people feel this way about most things or do you just kinda like things like... across the board in most/all contexts?
My laptop broke so this was mostly written on phone. Also, it was originally part of another story, but escalated so much I had to make it its own thing. So it has no plot. Only smut.
And my fingers hurt.
And it’s very hot and my mind’s melting and my thoughts are drifting and — basically I’m taking a break until temperatures cool and (my) morale improves.
Contains: past tense, 12 male gargoyles x afab!reader, aphrodisiac, dubious consent, p in v, anal, fingering, use of tails, gangbang, cum dump, knotting, creampie, belly bulge, big 🍆, lots of 💦, 3.4k words, NSFW & MDNI
Body burning hot from the aphrodisiac and dripping wet from the pouring rain, water sloshing out of your shoes and leaving a trail, you stumbled into the church. The air was cold and the light dim, only illuminating the dusty cobwebs on the old wrought iron sconces and the walls blackened by hundreds of years of incense, candle, and cigarette smoke.
Your legs were weak, so soft you could barely stand, yet you didn’t dare stop.
What if they followed you?
Thoughts swimming as your blood boiled, you forced yourself to continue. You walked through the nave past the pews, didn’t realize when you took a corner, and somehow ended up before a heavy door, made of iron-bound wood. Unable to think of what may lie behind, you pushed it open, crawling up the steep stairs.
When you reached the top after who knew how long, your skin was itching, breasts feeling sore and pussy drooling with arousal. Irritated, you struggled to take off your wet clothes, disliking the way they clung to your body. Then you reached down, the unexpected touch of your own cold fingers making you flinch and whine in frustration.
“Oh my, what do we have here?”
The sudden voice, like stones rubbing against each other, caused you to jump.
“Haha, no need to be afraid…”
And before your wide eyes, a figure stepped out of the shadows, into the pale light painted by raindrops trailing down the big round window behind. A head crowned by horns, bat-like wings sprouting from the back and a flexible tail coiling around the legs, a naked man made of stone bowed down to you.
“It’s just us,” he said as lightning flashed and distant thunder rolled across the sky, the blinding white light revealing more shadows like him, “the guardians of this church.”
Like the sound of falling pebbles, the voices of the gargoyles rang out. They chuckled and whispered, their cocks dangling right before your eyes.
The first gargoyle seemed to notice your gaze, and his voice took on a pitying tone. “Oh no, how did that happen? You’re all… wet!”
You looked at him, close to crying, “Help…”
He exchanged looks with the others, silently exchanging their thoughts, and then smiled and nodded, “Sure.”
“Boss, you first, you first…”
“Go for it!”
“She’s so pretty…”
“I want to go next!”
“No way, go after me!”
“Don’t fight…”
“Well then, don’t mind me~”
With that, the first gargoyle stepped forward and brought you in position. Facing the window with rain running down in rivulets, head down on a hastily dusted off cushion they got from god knew where and ass up, the gargoyle’s tail nudged your knees apart while his hands grabbed your ass cheeks. The cold, heavy touch sent a shiver up your spine, and as his hands spread your flesh, slick dripped from your pussy.
Then a rock teased your entrance. Its small, rounded tip slid up and down between your wet folds, circling around your clit before returning to your hole and slipping in. The deeper it went, the wider it got, until it forced your hole so wide open you whimpered. Afterwards, he quickly pulled out, only to slowly slide back in. Again and again, he sank into you, gradually stretching your pussy and allowing you to take him deeper and deeper.
At this point, you realized he was using his tail to fuck you.
He was preparing you.
His tip grazed your sensitive spot, making you whine and buck your hips. You wanted, no, needed him deeper, faster, rougher.
But just then, the gargoyle pulled out.
“Please…!”
He chuckled, “May I?”
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck, ah—!”
With one swift stroke, the gargoyle entered your sopping wet pussy with his cold, hard stone cock. Your walls clenched around the tapered tip, bulging mid-section and narrower base, feeling his outline. It was so hard it almost hurt, lacking any give or flexibility, but right then, mind almost blackout drunk on aphrodisiacs, that felt heavenly.
The gargoyle adjusted his grip on your ass, tail wrapping around your waist and dangling down to tease your asshole with its slicked up tip still carrying your temperature, and started thrusting. Slow and steady, he pulled back until his tip was barely still inside you before pushing back in. His slightly rough texture dragging along your walls perfectly soothed the itch you felt there, causing you to moan softly as you relaxed.
A few stone hands reached out to give you more pillows. Then they stroked your back, arms, head and cheeks, one finger even dipping into your mouth to press down on your tongue.
And right then, the gargoyle fucking you slammed into your pussy.
A jolt went through you as he hit a certain spot. Unable to close your mouth, you moaned loudly, and your pussy squelched with every hard plunge into your depths from how wet you were. It made you feel more and more excited, especially with all the other gargoyles watching, your eyes rolling and chest heaving, like an animal in heat.
All you could manage was a pathetic whine before you came. Your pussy fluttered, clearly feeling his canine-like shape and slightly rough texture pressing into your wet, tender walls.
Behind you, the gargoyle sped up. Delicious friction left your abdomen pulsing and your hole dripping, while the knot at the base of his cock pounded against your drenched folds. His stone body was stained by your aphrodisiac-induced heat, seemingly almost melding into your body, and your slick spread over his knot, resulting in an additional wet smacking noise.
When you came the second time, the gargoyle rammed his hard, fist-like knot into your sopping pussy.
You screamed at the sudden sensation of fullness. Your eyes rolled and your walls fluttered, stimulated by his continuous shallow thrusts. His punishing pace left you incoherent and trembling from bliss, his knot pulling on your pussy and stretching you further. And all the while, the other gargoyles were still teasing you, holding your mouth open. Each of your loud and high-pitched gasps, moans and whines was forced out of you, for all to appreciate as you were fucked.
A moment later, the gargoyle grunted. Without warning, thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock and were pumped into your depths. It was noticeably warm, with a weight and consistency to it that reminded you of mortar.
Unable to control yourself, another orgasm rolled over you. Your pussy clenched around the stone knot, fluttering so hard your abdomen hurt a little.
The gargoyle patted your ass reddened by his vice grip with a chuckle and pulled out. He had fucked you so well his knot popped out with ease, leaving your hole gaping and slowly dripping slick. Its sight drew some chuckles and other sounds from the surrounding gargoyles. From the corner of your eye, vision blurred by the raging aphrodisiac and recent tears of bliss, you even saw a few rubbing their cocks.
Seeing them, you bit down on your lip. The heat in your abdomen that had just calmed flared up again, making your blood boil with arousal. Sweat dripped down your skin and you felt a little lightheaded, panting and writhing with need.
One of the gargoyles patted your head and trailed his fingers down your spine, cooing something. At the same time, his tail tip pressed against your clit, making you twitch sensitively at the cold, hard touch.
He laughed, yet refused to enter you. All he did was caress your sweaty back and tease your clit. It was agonizing in the best way, a sweet torture that slowly led you to the edge yet left you hanging just as you were about to fall. Too little to come, yet too much to cool down again. Steadily keeping you there, listening to your moans, until he had enough. The gargoyle replaced his tail with his fingers and gently knead.
You came as if a button had been pressed. Eyes rolling back and body spasming wildly, something in your abdomen unraveled and liquid squirted from your pussy.
Laughter like falling rocks rumbled in your ears. A crackle sounded, like stone rubbing against stone, and you could feel their gazes boring into you, clinging to your naked body. They were watching, all watching you. Watching your slick and sweat drip, your thighs shift, your clit twitch. Like they were fucking you with their eyes.
These thoughts mixed with the aphrodisiac and turned you on, winding up the tension in your belly like a spring.
Sensitive from all the stimulation, you trembled when you were touched again. The gargoyle turned you over, onto your back, and lifted your legs. Bedded on the cushions, your hips were raised to the perfect height for the gargoyle to enter you, letting you see how your greedy hole swallowed his knobbly cock bit by bit. It looked like tightly squeezed soap bubbles and felt like a scaled-down version of the bumpy cobblestone streets outside, ending in an uneven knot at the base.
He gently held your thighs whetted by your slick as he thrust, going neither deep nor fast but patiently rubbing his knobbly cock along your walls. His pace combined with your post-climax heightened sensitivity made you moan and unconsciously tilt your hips like you wanted him to go deeper. Yet the gargoyle maintained his pace, steady as a rock. In and out, back and forth, the knobbly texture caressed your insides. It was calm to the point of being agitating, almost as bad as merely playing with your clit.
Finally, when you were moaning desperately, he worked his uneven knot into you. As it pressed against your g-spot, you came with a cry, while he grunted and pumped a rope of thick, heavy, mortar-like cum into you. The sensation of it settling in your belly mixed with your orgasm, further dragging it out.
You didn’t even notice how he pulled out and was replaced.
Or rather, you barely felt him at all. Only his tip grazed your walls like a mean tease, until he slid his knot in. He fucked you in a frenzy, knot rubbing over your g-spot, and just as your pleasure was building nicely, he already came, dumping his load of weighty cum into you.
Before you could whine about the emptiness you were filled once more. Legs propped up against the gargoyle’s chest and knees over his shoulders, his straight cock sank into your pussy. Stone barbs lightly caught on your entrance and were forced in, pressing into your wet walls like a massage stick. Holding onto your thighs, he started thrusting, gradually speeding up until your breasts bounced and your hands tried to find something to hold onto.
Thick cum was compressed by his cock head, pounded deeper into you with each addictive repetition. Wet squelches and your moans filled the air, accompanied by the clinking of stone and the heavy scent of lust.
Your eyes rolled as you came. Pussy fluttering and spasming, pleasure coursed through your veins and calmed the boiling heat as the gargoyle fucked you through your orgasm. Yet relief was denied, lust reignited before it could extinguish. It sent you back into the throes of ecstasy as the gargoyle plowed you, raking your walls until they were tender.
When you trembled with your next orgasm, he buried his knot inside your fucked raw pussy. Thick cum was pressed deeper into your core and added to by him, your lower abdomen noticeably bulging from the amount.
After a long while, he pulled out with a wet plop.
Your hole gaped from being repeatedly knotted. The flesh inside was red from the constant stimulation, feeling puffy and burning faintly.
And yet, the gargoyles’ next actions came as no relief.
The following cocks were smaller than the others with less novel textures, but they all got creative before dumping their cum into your pussy. One fucked you slowly while kneading your breasts and using your dripping slick to tease your asshole with his tail tip, relishing in how it dripped from between your folds. Another turned you onto your belly and fingered your pussy until his fingers were dripping wet so he could prep your ass, stretching the little bud into a blooming flower before pushing his cock alternately into your pussy and your ass. And you didn’t know who started it, but he used his cock and tail to fuck your two holes simultaneously, keeping you on edge with their sometimes slow and sometimes fast pace and denying you your orgasm until the very end.
When they were done with you, sweat was flowing down your spine and your belly was swollen from how much thick, heavy cum pressed down on your womb. Your eyes were unfocused, your holes gaping, and faint bruises were already covering your skin.
Just as you vaguely thought they were done, another pair of hands gripped you. Large and steady, they turned you onto your back and pressed your legs up until your knees neared your ears. In this position, you were forced to present your puffy, gaping pussy to the gargoyle towering above you. Outlined by the faint light shining into the little room through the round window behind him, you saw broad shoulders and large wings, adonis-like abdominal muscles hewn into the stone torso, and a big, fat, curved, exaggeratedly veiny cock hanging between his thick thighs.
The gargoyle sounded a little bashful as he apologized before penetrating you with his enormous cock head.
Your sopping wet hole was stretched to its limit, quietly squelching as centimeter after centimeter sank in. Folds spread and erect clit twitching, just the tip had your eyes already rolling. When he was one third in, you felt him push the mortar-like cum filling your channel being pushed deeper inside, and by the time he was two thirds in, you felt him bottom out, carved veins pressing firmly into your walls. The pulse of pleasure as he completely filled you made you throw your head back and your muscles spasm as slick squirted from your pussy like a broken sprinkler.
Blood rushed through your ears, deafening loud. Every little touch and move made you pant like an animal in heat. You couldn’t tell whether you were screaming or crying or trembling. All you knew was that you were stuffed with cum and cock. A cum-dump being fucked into oblivion by monster cocks. So cock-drunk you couldn’t tell up from down.
When the gargoyle slowly pulled back, your folds clung to his girth. His veins and distinct cock head dragged over your already overstimulated g-spot, and when he once more sank into your depths, you came again, pussy fluttering.
The large gargoyle grunted. He rolled his hips with great patience, letting you get used to his monstrous size before speeding up. With every thrust, he got faster and plunged in deeper, eventually pounding both his cock and the other gargoyles’ accumulated cum into you. His hips drenched by your slick slapped against your forcefully bent up ass and folds, wet smacks matching the rhythm of your heartbeat until overtaking it.
You felt him in your gut and at the back of your throat, fucking the air out of your lungs and making your pussy gush. He left you in a constant state of overwhelming pleasure, and when he finally somehow rammed his fat knot into your abused hole, you came so hard you blacked out.
And all the while, the large gargoyle still rocked his hilted cock inside you, showing his big outline from your pussy through your abdomen, knot grinding against your g-spot while his tip pressed the others’ cum against your cervix. Then with one last roll of his hips, cramming himself as deep into you as he could, he came. A thick rope of heavy cum erupted from his length, more and more of it pumping into you until your stomach bulged as if pregnant.
He pulled out with some difficulty, producing a loud squelch and leaving your thighs red and trembling from his hold, your hole so stretched one could see the cum stuffing you. Looking at his masterpiece, he paused for a moment, then flicked your clit.
You moaned and shuddered reflexively from the current this touch sent through your body.
Despite how spent you were, how tired and thirsty, you still… hadn’t had enough.
Abused by the aphrodisiac and gargoyle cocks, you’d already been trained into wanting this.
As such, it was to your great pleasure when they continued. Big, small, knobbly, smooth — each and every one of the twelve gargoyles fucked their knot into your pussy at least once and dumped their cum into you. They filled you until there was so much the bigger ones couldn’t fit anymore and took to fucking your stretched ass, only to switch back to your pussy just as they were about to cum.
By the end, everyone was fucking your ass with their cocks wet from your slick and stuck their tips into your pussy to use you as cum dump, until it overflowed. Thick glops of it fell out of your pussy, hole stretched so much it couldn’t close, slowly dripping down and landing on the floor with a splat.
Your whole body was numb and sweaty and trembling, brain fucked empty, and your stomach bulged from the copious amounts of mortar-like cum, heavy and stuffed to the brim. Small spasms caused by your uncountable orgasms caused your pussy to contract around the still pliable yet gradually hardening substance filling you, finally making you pass out from overstimulation.
When you regained consciousness, it was already the next day. You were dead tired, extremely hungry, your limbs heavy, and there was still something thick and hard plugging your fucked raw pussy. It was so bad that just turning over left you drained of strength and panting for breath.
When you dizzily reached between your shaking legs, you felt something hard sealing your entrance. Your folds were covered by it, also reaching your clit and ass like some kind of strange sex toy. Experimentally pulling on it sent a shiver of pleasure up your spine and forced a hoarse moan over your burning vocal cords, immediately making you recall the events of last night.
Shocked, you looked down at yourself and gaped at the sight.
Your belly, no, your entire abdomen bulged, from your bellybutton to your folds. It made your skin stretch, a hardness hiding beneath the soft flesh and leaving you unable to tense your muscles without gasping in pleasure and overstimulation alike.
By now, it was clear: That thing stuffing your pussy was the gargoyles’ hardened cum.
It had filled your gaping hole to the brim and perfectly molded according to your shape, then hardened over night, or maybe once the daylight shone on it. Either way, just lightly tugging on it sent fresh currents along your nerves, forcefully reigniting your arousal.
With tears gathering in your eyes, you bit your lip and took deep breaths as you removed the dildo of hardened gargoyle cum from your pussy. Your slick eased the action, yet it fit so well and reminded you so much of the insanity of last night that you couldn’t resist fucking yourself on it. Every dip and bulge was a faint memory of the gargoyles’ cocks, especially the knot-like shape towards your entrance. Only the flared tip was new, wonderfully kissing your cervix every time you completely swallowed it.
By the time you finally pulled the pillar out of your hole, you’d come three times and were feeling lightheaded.
Your entire body trembled as you slowly dressed. The clothes were a little crispy from getting drenched in rain last night, but you couldn’t afford to care about it. Only, when you were fully clothed, you glanced at the hardened cum dildo and fell into a long moment of hesitation.
You couldn’t just… leave it here. What if someone else found it? But how were you supposed to get this thing out of a church…?
Ah.
Both ashamed and excited, you pulled down your pants.
And as you worked the pillar back into your ravaged pussy, eyes glazed over and cheeks flushed with lust, a dozen pairs of dim, stony eyes stared at you, silently watching.
Oh… If you liked them so much, then maybe… they could take the opportunity to visit you one of those days.
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