#loveandkinkspace2025

[lovenkiinkspace]

Posting the prompts again! Remember to use tags accordingly! #ladskinktober2025 #ladskinktobertame #ladskinktoberdark #loveandkinkspace2025

TAME PROMPTS!

DARK PROMPTS!

[lilac-lux]

tears run down my thighs

love and kinkspace day one: fuck or die, object insertion, obsession. read on ao3

The Association has rules. Regulations for when incidents like this occur. They’re meant to keep hunters safe during high-stakes situations. Decades of dedication to finding the best way to handle wanderers and any side effects that may come from fighting them. 

Xavier doesn’t give a fuck about any of that right now. 

The silicone squishes beneath his stifling grasp as he bullies it into your leaky hole. It’s a pathetic thing; five inches of clear cock to match the translucent toy they gave him. He hates it. Taking his rightful place inside your warmth.  

You had insisted on doing this the “proper way”. Pulled his stubborn body into the sterile room while stumbling through some explanation. Nevermind the fact that Xavier blew your back out last night. He’s here at your request, fucking you open on some stupid silicone shaft instead of his cock. 

It’s not even satisfying you. Sweat soaks your skin as you squirm, writhing while you whine and whimper for Xavier to give you more. No matter how many times you cum, you still aren’t content. He could fix that. Split you open on his cock while you squeal in satisfaction. But for some reason, you don’t want to reveal your relationship to your coworkers. 

“Xavie!”

You cry his name as you cum again, creaming all over the fake cock. Your thighs tremble with the exertion of keeping yourself upright after your numerous orgasms. You’re dripping with sweat and cum, staining the white bedsheets below. Xavier watches with rapt attention as your creamy slick drips down his wrist. 

He can’t take it anymore. 

“Sorry bunny.”

You peek up, blinking through bleary eyes. “Huh?” 

“I’ll make it up to you.” 

A high whine escapes your throat as he rips the useless piece of plastic out of you. He hurls it across the room, hitting the wall with a wet thump. Your feet kick as you start to fuss over your empty hole. He doesn’t leave you fussing for long though. Xavier’s quick to feed your needy body his cock, hilting himself inside with one smooth motion. 

Yanking you back by your hair, he begins to pound into you as he fills your filthy hole with what you actually need. You can bitch and moan at him all you want later over “breaking protocol” and “inappropriate workplace behavior” like you always do when he accosts you at the Association. Right now, he’s gonna ruin that sweet hole like you so desperately desire. 

No matter how many times he gets to fuck you, Xavier always appreciates how soft you are around his cock. It’s his favorite feeling in the universe and he’s spent far too long being deprived of it. It’s no surprise how quickly he cums. He’s been holding off for hours, refusing to finish in anything but you. 

You fall back on the bed as he releases your hair, collapsing on top of your prone form. He’s kind enough to let you catch your breath before he starts to thrust again. Your yelp does nothing to slow him, nor do your cries. 

“Xavie wait—“

“Oh bunny. We’re nowhere near done.” 

[lilac-lux]

dog days

love and kinkspace day five: bestiality, recording, forced orgasm. this one’s some real freak shit folks. read on ao3

His phone vibrates with a message from you as soon as his service reconnects.

He’s a little surprised if he’s being honest. After Caleb’s last conversation with you, he thought he would have to plead to get you to talk to him again. The call didn’t exactly end on the best tone, after all. You would have spoken to him again of course. But he expected to have to work for it.

He opens the message, only to see a video attachment. No caption. No messages before or after. Just a video with a blurry thumbnail. Throwing himself down into his desk chair, he flicks fullscreen on and clicks play. The video focuses after a second on his favorite sight: you. Your brow furrows as you glare at the camera, annoyance written all over your face. The first few moments are silent.

You just stand there, staring down the barrel.

It gives him time to admire you. He’d recognize your shirt anywhere, stolen from him as soon as he graduated the aerospace academy. It frames you well; you look right tucked in his clothing. Your thighs peek out from beneath the hem, giving him quite the exquisite view.

He wonders if you’re wearing underwear.

“You’re such a freak, you know that?”

Your voice breaks through the silence, speakers squeaking with the sound. Caleb’s glad to hear it. Even when you’re insulting him, it makes him smile. Your attention—good or bad—is all Caleb ever needs.

“Honestly, I can’t believe I even considered this. I should have blocked your number as soon as our call ended.” You’ve done it before, when you’re particularly upset at him. It’s not like he can’t get around it if he needs to. He usually doesn’t though. You always forgive him in the end, no matter how fussed you get.

Your hair is a mess. Disheveled in the way it gets when you’ve been thinking too much. He wants to fix it for you. His poor baby gets so sloppy while he’s gone.

Your nose scrunches as if you can read his mind.

“You’re disgusting.”

You step back, revealing your bedroom behind you. It’s unkempt in the same vein you are. Your bed is poorly made, comforter carelessly pulled over your pile of pillows. Laundry litters your floor, leaving little trails of where you once were. He wonders how long it’s been since you’ve had the energy to clean. Too busy stressing yourself out over silly things like trying to say no to him.

“You ask for the grossest fucking things.” You roll your eyes, shifting your pitch to match his better. “Let me sniff your panties meimei, let me lick your armpits meimei, let me rape you while you sleep meimei.”

You sink into the bed with a huff. It’s a pouty little noise fit for a princess; whiny and obstinate in a way that reveals all your emotions in an instant. The bedding sinks beneath your weight, poofing up around you to form an adorable nest. Your legs dangle through the fabric as you kick them.

“And now whatever…this is.”

Your voice drawls across the word as if to emphasize just how bizarre his request is. Like he doesn’t know. Caleb is well aware of how fucked up he is. And he’s also well aware that no matter how much you like to hide it, you are too.

You wouldn’t have sent him the video if you weren’t.

He finally gets an answer to his earlier query as you turn around, ass facing the camera as you crawl further into your bed. You are wearing panties; his favorite pair, in fact. Plain cotton worn thin after years of use, letting your pretty pussy peek through with just a glance. You settle back down further towards the center, sitting on your heels as you sigh again.

You throw one last glare to the camera before inhaling.

“Cae! C’mere boy!”

Ah.

There he is.

Caleb’s replacement.

The mutt bounds onto your bed as soon as you call, immediately knocking you over into the bed. Slobber runs down its jowls as its tongue flops out of its mouth with a smile. Your hand sinks into its fur as you giggle, legs kicking as the beast leans down to lather you in kisses. A thick layer of drool soaks your face.

It shines in the light, reflecting perfectly on camera.

Objectively, the dog is cute. A big black beast, some pyrenees-shepard mix with fluffy fur and a wide smile. A true gentle giant; big enough to protect you and sweet enough to not use that size against you. The perfect cuddly companion to keep you company through crisp days and cold nights.

Your social media feed is filled with photos of it. Rows and rows of nothing but the two of you, expertly posed to present to the world.

Any man would be jealous with competition like this.

“Hi baby,” you coo.

The mutt pants back.

Your face goes soft as you stare at the beast, hands stroking over silky fur. Envy burns in his veins. That should be him beneath your touch, not some washed up mutt. But he’s trapped on covert missions while that canine gets to cuddle you all night long.

“There’s my sweet boy.” Leaning up, you place a peck on its nose. “You don’t shove your head under my shirt when I sleep, do you? Because you actually know how to behave.”

Debatable. With how spoiled your mutt is, it’s always a coin flip on whether it’ll actually follow orders or decide it knows better. Several visits from him have been derailed by that damn dog demanding your focus.

That’s what started this all. That, and the mutt’s little habit of getting hard as soon as you pay the slightest bit of attention to it.

Tonight is no exception. It’s cock throbs against your hand the second you reach down. Your focus flick down to it for the briefest of moments before snapping to the ceiling. You slowly start to fluster, eyes going wide as you continue to stare. A bead of slick spurts out of the tip causing you to yelp. The liquid drips down your wrist, catching in the light.

You made the same noise the first time his leaked pre-cum.

Taking a deep breath, you roll over, shifting just far enough to give the camera a good look of you stripping your underwear off. The mutt, like any man would, seizes the opportunity you’ve presented it.

The slobbering beast is a sloppy fuck; all brute strength and bare instincts. Drool drips down your shoulder as sweat stains your sheets. The audio spikes every time you sob, filthy moans filling your bedroom. One of Caleb’s favorite sounds—even if he prefers to hear it in person.

The sight on his screen is better than anything he imagined.

Caleb can tell the instant that knot pops in. Your eyes go wide as you try not to scream, knuckles gripping your bedsheets tight. A high keen escape from your throat even through your clenched jaw. You’re the perfect image of debauchery.

Your arms finally give out, collapsing onto the bed as Cae pants happily over your back. It takes a few tries before you can raise your head enough to meet the camera.

“I hope you’re happy, freak.”

The piercing glare softens into a pout.

“Come back soon, Caleb.”

[lovenkiinkspace]

PROMPT LIST

TAGGING

AO3 COLLECTION

[lilac-lux]

muse

love and kinkspace day two: underage, incest, grooming. read on ao3

“Honestly, what do they even know about art? Do they care that the pigment was sourced from a sea halfway across the world? No! Did they even notice the subtle mixing of mediums to create a layered depth? Of course not! As soon as art gets daring, people want to condemn it.” 

Your darling voice chimes in to interrupt his ranting.“Are you gonna get in trouble?” 

Rafayel whips around to face you. His previous fervor is replaced with fondness the moment he lays eyes on your pitiful expression. Your brow furrows as you pout, staring up at him with the cutest look of concern he's ever seen. He can’t help but melt into it. 

“Awwww, is my sweet girl worried about me?” Your hair flounces as you nod, sweet face sorrowful  expense. He scoops you up into his arms, spinning you around as you squeal in surprise. “Don’t fret cutie. Your Uncle Raffy will be just fine.” 

“Okay, good.” You exhale all your worry while you settle into his arms. 

“Now. What does my guppy want as her reward for being such a good model for me today?”

You peek up at him through your lashes. “Can we go to the cafe?”

“Of course cutie!” He would drown the world if you only asked. Taking you to the princess cafe is nothing in the face of his love. “Let’s get you all pampered up, hm?” 

—

“Now let's see. What should I put my princess in today?”

A wide array of options awaits him in your walk-in closet. He’s made sure of that of course; his darling deserves nothing less than the world, and that includes every flouncy fabric that makes you gasp with delight. He’s head-deep in dresses as he digs through your fancier pieces, designing and redesigning different outfits for you while he peers at each piece. 

“Uncle Raffy?” 

Pulling himself out of the poof, he peers at you through the closet opening. Your head is hanging over the edge while you watch him, body bared naked to the breeze blowing through your bedroom. You’re the picture of perfection; a thousand inspirations burst through his mind the instant he sees your beauty. 

“Yes angel?”

“Can I wear the jellyfish dress?”

“What polite manners baby!” You blush under his praise, sinking into yourself with a smile. “Of course you can. In faaaaaact, I have quite the vision for my little sea queen.” 

Your nose scrunches as you smile, tapping your toes in excitement. Dress-up is one of your favorite games to play with your Uncle Raffy. There’s nothing you like more than feeling fancy and he’s more than happy to fulfill your desires. Especially when he gets to design you like his little doll. 

Emerging from the closet with an armful of accessories, the requested dress hangs over his shoulder as he strides towards you. You scramble off the bed to make space for the surplus of satin he’s carrying like the sweet thing you are. Rafayel begins to dress you as you hold your arms aloft. Your naked body disappears beneath the layers of fabric, hidden from the rest of the world.  

Rafayel is more than happy to depict you in paint, but that particular pleasure should be kept for him alone. If the world wants to bask in your beauty they can do it in his gallery. 

That’s why he put you on display after all. 

[lovenkiinkspace]

“No proof”

Babes dates don’t fucking lie…the fact that yall are doubling down is just fucking pathetic and embarrassing at this point. 😂

> Posts my event

> Bitch gets mad, accuses me of being heteronormative, sexist and misogynistic. Lies about me saying that having triggers is “stupid” harasses me and tries to bully me out of the making my event and tries to say that ALL of this is just “a little critique 🥺”

> Gets TWO of my accs nuked

> Posts an event with the SAME DAMN NAME almost 3 weeks later

> People rightfully point out the behavior 

> Gets my new event acc nuked

> Says they don’t want my event to be associated with their “good and pure kinktober” but then proceeds to use the EXACT fucking title of my event 😒

> Cries harassment when shit doesn’t go her way

…🤔

Wow…talk about fucking gaslighting 😂

KISS! MY! ASS!

[lovenkiinkspace]

This upcoming wednesday, give us a peak of what you have in store for #ladskinktober2025 #loveandkinkspace2025 make sure to tag tame/dark prompts appropriately! Tag this acc and use #loveandkinkspace2025WIP ♥️

[lovenkiinkspace]

by the way, if you turn anon asks off for this account or go priv just for your fellow pornrotted individuals to interact with this account to become an echo chamber, you're a fucking pussy and only digging yourself a deeper hole (if that's even possible). go on, give me a blocklist for any proshippers in this fandom so i can start making a doc for all of my friends and moots to avoid and why we should stay away from you creeps! <3

Lmao…I’m a pussy but you’re on anon yapping about nonsense…if 2 + 2 = 4? 🤔 “Youre only digging yourself a deeper hole, you harassed us, you came into our space, you this, you that.”

How about you be a fucking grown up and just admit that yall are a bunch of jealous, lying, and thieving ass bitches? 🤷🏾‍♀️ But honestly that’s probably too much to ask seeing as most adults struggle with taking accountability for their fuck ups. 

The proof is in the pudding and anyone who’s not in your fuckass group can see that.

Youre mad because you didn’t post the event first, which is fucking insane when 1, I’ve been talking about it for literal months and 2, all of this could’ve been avoided if you minded your fucking business and just made your own event without all the unnecessary ass drama!

you’re mad because I didn’t have the prompts you wanted specifically, despite me saying I was open to suggestions being this was my frist time running a fandom event and you’re extremely heated about the fact that your smear campaign against me didn’t fucking work. You’re so upset that you couldn’t bully me into submission. It seems like you’ve finally met your match. ♥️

Shouldve left me the fuck alone. Fuck you and suck my dick. 🖕🏾💋