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Kaledo Art

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One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
Three Goblin Art
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@studyofnsfwhump
I might undress him if you ask nicely.
Benji has been chosen for the midnight ritual
let's see how that goes for him!
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strap that boy down
re: the dream, tried to draw it
Prostrate
“I- not again. Please god not again?”
“Why not? You enjoyed it, I washed the evidence of that out of the bedsheets.”
“Please-”
“You’re lucky this is the only punishment I want to give.”
Aziphem felt his knees go weak, falling to the floor. Ko loomed over him, gently touching his head.
“You’ll learn to like this.”
Buckle clink and zipper pull were the sounds of pants undone, falling to the floor and leaving a half hard cock dangerously close to Aziphem’s face.
“You know you earned this for your little stunts. Acting out against me.” Ko pressed the cock against Azzi’s cheek. “If this is how I must break you I will.”
He didn’t have the energy to fight. ALl he could do was fall. Aziphem dropped from his knees to the ground, face pressed to the floor.
“Please angel- please- not again- I will be good.”
Ko paused, walking around Aziphem to come to the ground beside him. “You’re learning well. May this be the last time I have to be rough with you.”
Ko moved, straddling Aziphem’s ass. The little demon didn’t even have it in him to fight back beyond screaming as the cock slipped between his legs and inside of him. Hard tile pressed into his face, wet with tears as Ko began to fuck him into the ground.
Anesthesia
Playing with the way Ko becomes enamored with Aziphem, seeing a bond forming through sex. I think Ko sees it as an opportunity for control and also a way to connect.
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Waking up was always the worst. A thick layer of cobwebbed confusion settled over Aziphem’s mind as he faded back into reality from the hell dreams of anesthetic sleep. Thick blankets covered his body, the only restraints on him and yet he still couldn't move. Pain from his abdomen stitches held him still.
“Oh my sweet little demon.” Hands touched Aziphem, warm and ungloved. They rested on his back, rubbing gentle little circles.
It almost felt good.
A small cry escaped Aziphem's lips as those hands, slender yet strong, lifted him like it was nothing. Starvation gnawed on his bones, leaving him skinny and light enough to be placed on Ko’s lap. The anesthetic hardly dampened the pain, but it left him woozy enough not to care too much.
“There there- this is much nicer isn’t it.” Sickly sweet affection pulsed in Ko’s words as he pulled Aziphem into his chest. The angel smelled of alcohol. Nothing good happened when Ko was drunk. He had been less and less reserved around them having sex, fingering him regularly to ‘prepare’ him. Prepare him for what? Aziphem didn’t want to know and yet had the sinking feeling he was about to find out.
Ko kissed softly at Aziphem’s head, mouthing around the base of his horns and into the shaved part of his hair. The anesthetic made movement sluggish, but Aziphem tried to catch the angel in his horns- to no avail.
“Oh don’t be that way when I am being nice.” Ko sighed, pushing Aziphem down onto his chest. “You’re safe with me.”
“Yourrrgonna- again-”
“Do what little demon?” A playful smirk as if Ko already knew.
“Wearnnt- havin sex-”
“Why not?”
The words hung in the air. If Aziphem was more sober he would have felt the fear in his stomach. Instead he just felt confusion.
“Yousaid- it was a mistake.”
“And yet- you have been better for me. This level of intimacy forms a bond.” Ko gently began to massage Aziphem’s shoulders. “And what better time than when you are… relaxed?”
“Im fucking- not good.”
“Then let me make you feel good.”
That brought a sobering jolt of fear and yet Aziphem failed to form a coherent enough thought to protest as his legs were spread to straddle Ko. A zip, shuffling of clothes, and skin on skin contact. Ko’s cock rested between his legs, sliding against his soft lips.
“Nnno-” Aziphem tried to pull himself off, only to slide to the side and be returned to his position by Ko. The angel undid his top and pressed Aziphem up against his skin.
“This is nice isn’t it? You must be so touch starved in that lab all day.” Ko ground against Aziphem, sliding his cock through his folds yet not entering him. “This will help our bond.
“Don- wannofucgin bond.” Aziphem tried weakly and faltered, pressing into Ko,
“See? You collapse into me. You need me.” Ko lifted Aziphem, changing his angle to enter him.
The thrust was coring, piercing through Aziphem’s center and into his stomach. He groaned as whatever surgery had been done when he was under was jostled by the intrusion. He heaved and gripped the angel, trying not to puke. His guts moved sideways and he once again pressed into Ko’s chest.
“N-n-no no-” his head was slipping sideways. Ko began to build rhythm, kissing his neck once again. Little nips teased the skin. Hand teased his clit and pulled pleasure out of the pain. He groaned and shuffled, trying to free himself and only yelped as he ground on the cock by accident.
“You’re just a little addled.” Ko pulled Aziphem in to his lap and kissed passionately, the bourbon on his lips staining Aziphems. “I have you. I have you safe. You can enjoy this.” He pressed in to his clit and massaged as he fucked.
And Aziphem hated that it worked. He groaned. Fought weakly. Tried biting. Only to be met with kisses and gentle touches and more pleasure on his sensitive clit.
“Ko please- I- I can’t- ah” He let out a breathy moan as he came, a dribble of squirt rolling down Ko’s cock. Thats what did it for the angel. Aziphem found himself on his back, hips lifted, pressed into the ground and being pounded as he screamed in - something.
Not that the scream lasted long before Ko kissed it off his lips.
The pace increased, aziphem digging his nails into Ko’s back as the angel ravaged him. Making out the whole time like it was true love. Everything delightful and painful. Stitches straining and head woozy. And with a stutter, it was over, hot and warm inside him. The angel pulled away and kissed again.
“If I have to sedate you to keep you this way- so be it.”
The best way to know new people <3
Taste
cw: intimate whumper, noncon touch, noncon, forced nudity, transphobic comments
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True to his courtesies, DeLore took his time making an appearance.
Fortunately, his delay gave Kaius time to think. Unfortunately, it gave Kaius time to think.
This sort of treatment wasn't unexpected from the captain, especially with their history. It was a method of control, meant to debase him, and as long as he knew that, it couldn't truly hurt him, could it?
His stomach twisted suddenly as the memory of the blond sailor’s touch fell upon him, the feeling only growing worse when he thought of what else may be yet to come, but Kaius fought back against it.
He had to deny them that. They couldn't have power over his mind, even if he had no protection for his body in this place. Whatever they did to him, he couldn't let them burrow into his thoughts like this, couldn't let them control his emotions, not even his disgust.
Yet the more he told himself it was so, the faster his heart seemed to beat.
Damn it all, calm down! He had leverage. DeLore was humiliating him because he knew Kaius had something he wanted and he was pitching a fit over it. Being stripped and tied down like this should be counted as a victory. DeLore was throwing a tantrum and he'd likely do worse than this, but it would be fine because at the end of the day, Kaius would be the one coming out on top.
Smutsgiving 2025
First bit of creative writing in four months so of course its smutty...
CW: alien sex, sex slave, overstimulation, fingering, forced blowjob, denied orgasm, weird alien sex jelly anatomy
Ryn’kal’s breath hitched at the sensation of a rough hand gripping the base of his tail. It pulled him back as the other graced its fingers across the green stripes on his bent back. He felt them move down the curve of him, brushing his thigh until it sneaked its way to between his legs. They were cold, rough in their search of and finally into his slit. The owner of the cold hand sounded amused with himself as he pushed his fingers further in, drawing out a moan that Ryn’kal struggled to keep stifled in his chest.
“Oh, you like that?” The one probing him asked flirtatiously, “Should I keep going then, pet?”
Not that Ryn’kal could say anything in protest now, not with the hard cock that he had his mouth closed around now.
“Make him do that again,” the one in front of Ryn’kal with a fist gripping his hair practically gasped out, “Louder, fuck…”
The one behind him obliged, pushing his fingers further in and stroking the slick inner walls of Ryn’kal’s hole. The hand that gripped his tail stroked a thumb up the length of it, seemingly in marvel at how pliable this creature was in his hands. Ryn’kal was aware of every sensation around him, the shaking of his knees, the fingers inside him, his upper hands holding the thighs in front of him while his lower arms held his own body up, the grip on his hair getting tighter with each second. His eyes watered, trying to hold back more sounds growing from the pit of his chest. The one gripping his hair pulled his head down harder on his cock, letting out the moan trapped in his throat.
“C’mon, you freak…” Ryn’kal’s eyes watered and burned at the sensation of the cock hitting the back of his throat. Even so, he kept his head in place and worked his tongue up and around the hot length. The sooner he could finish this one off, the sooner he could deal with everything else happening to him. These two, his master, the room next door filled with other guests from this stupid private party eagerly waiting to try out the master’s new plaything. The one behind Ryn’kal didn’t have any concern for his mental list of descending priorities.
“Lord Vonswan says there’s a little surprise with this new one,” he began pushing his fingers in and out, outlining Ryn’kal’s slit as he moved, “Made it sound like it was just designed for fucking.”
Ryn’kal whimpered against the invasive touch, wishing he could pull away if not for the grip on his tail. His grip on the thighs in front of him and the soft bedding below tightened, and he fought the urge to sink his teeth down on the cock in his mouth. Fingers pushed further in him, hooking down until he felt the ends of knuckles stretching him out. He knew what they were searching for, and couldn’t stop another moan escaping him as they came too close. He trembled from the sensation, the unwanted pleasure coming in too strong and too fast. He felt himself losing focus, threatening to slip under and lose what little control over his body he had.
“So fucking tight… Just relax, pet.” The fingers turned to firm, even strokes as they found their target deeper inside him. Ryn’kal whined softly and his knees buckled. Only his lower arms and the grip holding his tail kept him from collapsing into the other party goer’s lap completely, and even his arms were failing. His tongue working against the cock faltered for only a moment, but the hand holding his head pushed him back down until the work was done.
Before he could realize it, his nerves lit up and he cried out. Dopamine coursed through his body and he found his legs spreading further to give the fingers greater access to him. Between the hot skin of his legs, he could feel his own liquid beginning to run down, and he knew it would be some time before any of it stopped. The display of his loss of control must have been a sight to see once he heard a gasp of pleasure above him before the cock in his mouth finally came.
“Fuck, that’s hot…” All hands on Ryn’kal released and he collapsed on top of the bedding below. He coughed out the residual cum that dripped down from his lips. A wave of pleasure was still washing over him, leaving him almost shaking as it refused to die down. He tried curling into himself, hoping he could just ride it out as the slick feeling between his legs only got worse.
“Makes its own lube, then?” The one that brought on Ryn’kal’s reaction chuckled in amusement. “I’d say Lord Vonswan found a good one after all.”
“Please…” Ryn’kal let out a harsh whisper as the same hands grabbed his hips and pulled him back to his knees. The one that he had sucked off was already getting up, either going back to the party or adjusting himself to get a better view as this next one fucked him. It turned out to be the latter.
That was the least concerning thing to him at the moment. The guest behind him pulled his hips up and in alignment with his own. Ryn’kal could already feel the heat of his engorged cock pressing against him. No time was wasted at it thrusted in and began pumping into him. Ryn’kal stifled a small cry, keeping his four arms rigid and propped up to avoid sinking back into the bedding.
He could hear the two guests making comments about his performance, the ease of slipping in and out of him without much resistance. He didn’t hear any of it, the feeling of pleasure he so desperately wanted to stop beginning to overtake his senses. He hated the sensation, how good it felt having a cock working in him to draw out more cum, knowing how much his body would ache for more if it stopped. He didn’t try holding back any sounds now and let his throat ring with rhythmic huffs and moans. His tail started to curl into a spiral and sweat dripped down his skin.
“That’s it…” The speed of the thrusting increased and Ryn’kal dipped his head over. His eyes remained closed as he waited for it to end, hoping his own overwhelming sensation would end with it. But as a few final thrusts ended with a satisfied groan and a tighter grip holding him in place, it didn’t end.
More words were spoken, but he was now practically dizzy from the pleasurable sensation left unsatisfied in him. He caught himself on shaky arms as he was released, cold air hitting him from behind as the warmer body left. Despite the fatigue, he pulled himself back up to the head of the bed where softer pillows awaited him. He curled into them, not watching as the two guests redressed themselves and went back to rejoin the party.
Ryn’kal closed his eyes and tried to breathe slowly, knowing that more would likely come here in the next few minutes.
Okay fanfic writers, your mission, should you chose to accept it, is a filthy 100 word drabble, for any pairing, to be posted on Thursday, in time for American Thanksgiving.
Ready, set, write!
Bubbles
in which Benji and Ander try something new
cw: sex discussion, intimacy, implied past noncon, navigating consent
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“Are you sure?”
Ander’s eyes were downcast in a way that was almost shy. “Yes.”
The question had come at Benji like an apple falling out of a tree, unexpected and a little bit of a shock. 'Do you want to have sex?'
It wasn't… Well, it was a normal thing to come to eventually, right? They'd been living together for half a year now, and even though there weren't any official titles between them, they shared a quiet sort of affection that felt like more than just a roommate situation. Between the forehead kisses and the cooking for one another and the spending time together, Benji would call it something close to domestic bliss.
He didn't expect anything from Ander, really, he didn't. He had his little hopes and his fantasies and his ideas of maybe someday, but it always felt… distant. Not really possible. And he was fine with that, right? He didn't need sex to survive, and even just asking Ander for it felt wrong. Selfish. How could he even think about something like that after everything he'd gone through?
Okay, maybe it could be a little frustrating at times. Maybe he felt a little bit of a twist and an ache when they touched for too long and Ander pulled away, or when he extracted himself from Benji’s arms in the middle of the night and went to sleep on the couch. But he was almost used to that feeling by now, and he'd be a shitty person if he held it against Ander in any way.
…Was he equally as shitty for feeling frustrated, even if he never said anything about it? Sure felt that way sometimes.
But even then, he wasn't ready for the question, wasn't ready for the trial it would bring.
You got too feisty
Captivity noncon
Content: rape, stripping, captivity, sexual torture, spanking/bdsm (nonconsensual)
Victim swearing under their breath as captor tells everyone to "leave me and whumpee alone for a bit".
Soldier taking advantage of the fact that victim is a prisoner and rapist is their guard. Pinning their shackled body against the wall and whispering, "you backtalked the wrong guard, sweets." And then they start pulling their pants down.
Noncon as torture. Tying whumpee in a sitting position with their rear off the edge of the chair, and leaving canes, paddles, sexual torture implements, next to them, setting them down one at a time. When victim just hides their face and shudders (crying, refusing to speak), torturer then offers their body to the guards, to take turns and do whatever they want to them. (If you wrote something like this please let me know I'm interested)
Smack. "I know you can cry louder, whumpee, don't make me force it out of you."
"how about this... Convince me to fuck you, and we'll go from lashes to little love taps, hm?" Smacks their ass with the handle of the whip. "Like that. Doesn't hurt as bad, does it?"
Walking around bound, blindfolded whumpee and tapping body parts with a paddle to make whumpee flinch
Shuddering, silent tears afterward, alone in a cell on the ground, still half-naked and slimy, bleeding.
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