#kinktober

[orchidame]

[upper-eepy-sleepy-girl]

Okay, something about that kinktober (with no kink) thing that I noticed is this: every fic must have a conversation about a safeword being used, and then use it in the scene. Obviously this comes from the fact that they're treating fictional characters like real humans yadda yadda yadda

But like... the hope behind a safe word is that you're not supposed to use it unless something goes wrong. So like.

This is unironically what they're doing oml

[wallsofparadis]

happy kinktober to those who celebrate

[hsudus]

Official Commisioned Art by Infold artist!

Rough translation for Xavier and Zayne MC says their names (their chinese names) "Shen Xinghui—— (followed by moans "aah")"

Same with Zayne's "Lí shen--" (followed by "aah")

For Rafayel's its something like:

"You humans...

Are you all like this,

leaving a "mark" on the things you like?" (Referring to love bites)

For Sylus its roughly like

"The shower here is not soundproof"

(If you're interested in more official art by infold, i posted other official arts on my blog, their hidden because of it being mildly explicit)

[animentality]

[sumbarbietingz]

You knew it was a bad idea, you knew, hell, it was obvious that Toji's possessive ass would never let you walk out of the house in a bunny Bulma costume, yet you still pushed your luck and as your man pumps your cum clogged pussy for the fourth time on the couch, you begin to regret your life choices truly. Filthy wet sounds, pelvis slapping ass, and wrecked moans mix and ah- let’s not forget pleas and pathetic apologies.

“Please… b-baby… I- nggghhh… I’m so-”

“Shut up.” He simply responds. Breath ragged, sweat dripping down his face, and your thick plump ass in his hands as his hips piston yours in a punishing pace.

“I don’t wanna fucking hear you apologize- shiiit… take this dick and shut up.” A sharp roll of his hips proceeds to indeed make you stop talking and cry out instead. He looks at your appearance right now, your blue thighs are barely hanging on your legs, your costume ripped in half on the front door and your bunny ears somehow on the floor as well, the only thing that is ‘intact’ for now is your 20-inch turquoise wig. The moment he laid his eyes on this skimpy outfit with your titties almost all out and a black bodysuit hugging your figure tightly and especially these childbearing hips of yours, he saw red. This is why you didn’t want to tell him what the hell you wanted to wear until you had no choice but to leave? Well fuck that Halloween party.

“You really thought I would’ve let you walk out of that fucking door dressed like this? Mmh… you thought wrong mama.. You thought so fucking wrong..” The sentence is accompanied by impossibly hard thrusts as if the mere memory of what you’ve done is pissing him off even more, which you can feel in his pace and the tone of his voice. Your pussy is oozing with cum, a nasty yet highly arousing sight to see.

“The only thing you’re gonna come out with tonight is a baby in your stomach that I fucked into you.” He grunts once he feels your pussy clinging to him. Pathetic. “That’s what you wanted mama? You wanted me to breed you before leaving?”

No this isn’t true. This isn’t what you planned to do. Is it naive to think he wouldn’t fuck the audacity out of you for wearing this? Maybe. Did you think he would repeatedly ejaculate inside you? Probably. But leaving the house not only wrecked but also soon to be mom? That wasn’t on your bingo card. But you’re too fucked out, too engrossed in the way his thick cock keeps pounding your cum coated walls to even care. You nod eagerly, numbly, drunk to the pleasure he’s giving you, too blissfully unaware to realize you’ll regret not swallowing that damn Plan B once the morning sickness will hit you in a few weeks

“Yeeeeesss… oh god fuck… yes Toji… make me a mommyyyy… breed my fertile pussy…” You mewl in despair. Toji moan is so deep, so sexy that it nearly pushes you over the edge for the fifth time this evening. Your walls flutter wildly around his throbbing cock and with a last “Fuck… oh fuck.. fuuuuuck…!” He cums again, white gooey semen filling your already filled pussy, clenching tightly around his cock as your fifth orgasm hits you like a train. You cry out as your vision blurs, the force of your release leaving you a trembling mess on the couch. Somewhere in the house, your phone lightens up to reveal a new text message that will pile up on the notification box already spammed with your friends’ “Where the hell are y’all” and “Missed call from Stanky Booty🥰” not knowing that you guys just did the “How to make babies” tutorial, and you will probably redo it just for good measure.

Next Halloween you’ll just go as a trash bag.

Happy kinktober 💋🎃

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Clark in rut

kinktober, day 23

synopsis: whenever you're ovulating, Clark's body goes into baby-making mode

cw: established relationship, porn and no plot, reader is overstimulated, Clark has super stamina, unprotected p in v, breeding kink, sloppy rounds, multiple creampies <3

wc: 841

It happens every time you’re ovulating. His body picks up on it, on the scent of you, and suddenly all he can ever think about is pumping you full of his cum until you give him a baby.

And so, he fucks you often, always hard and deep. He never lasts long during these ruts of his, and somehow, his body finds ways to produce more cum than he normally does. So it ends up just being sloppy seconds, and thirds, and fourths—and so on—all night.

“Oh, baby, so good,” he grunts, his hips rolling into yours at just the right angle, his cock pressing against your g-spot and making you clench around him tight.

He glances down, watching as he stretches you, your pussy all swollen from the hours he’s been fucking you. He watches his cum trickle down, thick and creamy as it gathers beneath you on the bed.

You whine lowly, whatever energy you had left lost on you. Unlike Clark, you don’t have super stamina. It’s a good thing he lets you be his pillow princess, but it’s also extremely overwhelming. In the best way.

He watches as you lie there, body limp as you just let him fuck you. He almost feels bad about it, about how long he’s had you in bed for, about how many times he’s made you come and how many times he’s already spilled himself into your pussy, but you look so beautiful, and you feel so good, that his remorse is lost on him.

“Just one more, baby,” he begs, that animalistic ache in him needing to make sure he’ll get you pregnant. “One more, yeah?”

You nod, half-conscious, half lost to the pleasure. Your arms are feebly wrapped around his neck, his skin already red from where you’d scratched his back before. He leans down and gives little kisses over your jaw, down to your neck.

“I need you to use your words, honey,” he murmurs against your throat. “I need to hear you say it for me.”

“Yes,” you say breathlessly, nodding again. “One more.”

He nods back, his hips moving a little harder now, his cock slipping deeper into you. He groans, nibbling on your shoulder, feeling your inner walls weakly tighten around him.

You just mewl quietly, your body hot everywhere his skin meets yours. You can feel his cum, warm and sticky, where so much of it has pooled against your cervix. Each thrust of his ensures it stays there, right against your womb, ready to take and give you his baby.

Clark can feel it too, and it drives him insane. The mere thought of you with his child, belly swollen, all round and beautiful…

“Fuck,” he grunts, his hips stuttering. “Oh, fuck. God, can you imagine how pretty you’ll look all full of my baby?”

You shiver, letting out a broken moan. He feels you tighten around him and his cock twitches.

“You want that? Wanna be full of my cum, get that tummy nice and round from my baby?” he asks, thrusting faster, almost desperately now.

You squeak, nodding, not really able to say or do much more. You try to hold onto him with what little strength you’ve got left, your thighs starting to shake as that familiar ache of release builds low in your belly.

Clark leans back, pushing your knees up to your chest, folding you in half and fucking into you harder and faster. “Gonna give you my baby, girl. Gonna put my baby in you and make you a momma.”

You whine, squirming, the change in angle making you feel fuller each time his cock is all the way in you. One of Clark’s hands moves to your cunt, his fingers finding your clit and deftly rubbing messy shapes on it.

Between the overstimulation you were already dealing with, and the pleasure he keeps giving you, you don’t last long.

Your orgasm finds you, crashing over you in a burst of white-hot ecstasy. It spreads from your womb all over your body, making you squeal and moan his name, your cunt clenching around his cock tight.

Clark grunts, giving a few last, frantic thrusts before he comes too. He spills himself into you one last time, his cum thick as it coats your gummy walls. The thick head of his cock brushes against your cervix, keeping his release deep in you as he comes down from his high.

He’s panting heavily, black curls sticking to his sweaty forehead. Carefully, he lowers your legs and lies on the bed, spooning you, adamant on keeping his cock in you to avoid a single drop of his cum of going to waste.

He kisses your nape, lips gentle as he murmurs, “I hope it works. I’d like nothing more than to give you a baby. To have a baby with you…it would make me the happiest man alive.”

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superfreak

[princessxmin]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ cockdrunk | toji fushiguro

kinktober masterlist <3

You used to joke with your friends that there was no way dick could actually make a girl go drunk on it— that kind of stuff only ever existed in porn. All dramatics and camera angles. No way it was real.

Safe to say that mindset quickly changed the second you started dating Toji Fushiguro.

After that first night you had sex — where he bent you over and pounded your cunt so deep you squirted twice on his dick, legs shaking, voice gone? Yeah. You stopped laughing real quick.

Because now, you were damn near a replica of those pornstars drooling over dick. Eyes glassy, thighs twitching and dripping with cum, and brain fogged up like he’d knocked something loose.

He had fucked you stupid. Literally.

And the worst part? You loved it. Loved the way he manhandled you, how he mocked you and talked down to you, made you feel like nothing but a hole to fill. The way he’d grab your face mid-thrust, make you look at him while he ruined you. “This all it took to get you slutted out for me? Dirty girl.”

It was almost laughable to think you used to have standards before.

Control. Maybe even restraint.

But Toji shattered that the moment he first split you open on his cock. Now you were cockdrunk and shameless, begging for him to fuck you dumb with tears in your eyes and slick dripping down your shaky thighs.

“Please,” you’d sob, voice wrecked, hips chasing every thrust like you were starving. “Need it, want your cock—want more.”

And he’d laugh. Low and cruel. “More?” he’d sneer, dragging his cock out slow just to slam it back in harder. Drinking in the way your mouth would drop open in an 'o' and your eyes would roll back as a breathless moan would fill the room. “You’re fuckin’ insatiable, doll. Nothin’ but a cockhungry slut now f'me, aren’t ya?”

And you were.

You never thought you could reach this level of horny in your life, never thought you’d crave sex like this ever. Not even in your wildest dreams—and yet here you were. Hooked on his dick.

So much so it wasn’t just when you two were fucking. It was constant. Lingering. Even when he was being sweet — brushing your hair out of your face, kissing your temple, calling you his girl in that low, possessive voice that made you wanna jump his bones— it made your stomach flip and your thighs clench.

Despite his intimidating, almost scary appearance, that beast of a man was soft with you. Gentle in ways that made your chest ache.

And god, that just further worsened your lust.

Because now it wasn’t just about the sex — it was about him. The way he looked at you like you were his favorite sin. The way he touched you like he knew every nerve ending by heart. The way he could ruin you with a single word, a single thrust, a single glance.

You used to joke. Used to roll your eyes at girls who claimed they were addicted to it.

Well—now you were one of them.

No shame. No denial. Just hunger.

Because being his mess? His fucked-out, overstimulated, whimpering mess?

That was your favorite version of yourself most times.

And so what if craving your boyfriend's cock like it was oxygen made you a littlee unhinged?

God forbid a girl have a hobby.

♡ princessxmin please do not alter, copy or translate my work !