Kinktober speedrun time! I actually wasn't using a specific prompt list when I started writing this one so I guess it's filling the spot of the free day on this list I found that came from inside the fandom. Further details below the cut so that the above the cut stays safe for anyone who is just scrolling through!
18+ Content MDNI || Dom!Mhin x Reader
PROMPT/KINK(S): Dom!Mhin, overstimulation + a little brat taming (as a treat) + coming multiple times/just from penetration (which is completely not possible for most people but what are we here for if not to fantasize?)
OTHER INFO: "You" pronouns used for MC/Reader. Unspecified genitalia (for both). Does Mhin have a dick? Does Mhin have a strap? Do they have something else going on entirely? I have kindly allowed you to decide, dear reader. Reader's situation is similarly vague but they are the receiving partner in penetrative sex.
“This is what you needed the whole time, huh?” You can't find your voice well enough to answer. Not that they're expecting you to; you haven't said anything intelligible for the past twenty minutes.
“Acting like a brat all week. But you start behaving once you get some dick in you. Not sure why I wasted my time ‘lecturing’ you when you just needed a good fuck.” You moan out a mindless sound of agreement, arching your back into their thrusts. You’ll agree to whatever degradation they'd like so long as they don't stop.
Mhin fucks like they hunt.
Lithe and powerful, every movement precise. Each effortless, wet slide is an equal measure of exquisite and purposeful. They grind into you, rutting against your sweet spot relentlessly until you can't see straight.
You cum again, whimpering disjointed praise into the musky sheets.
They grant you mercy for a beat. Long enough for you to catch your breath, for legs to stop shaking and the aftershocks to begin to abate. You can feel their keen eyes sweeping over your form, performing a mental check in.
Deciding if you can take more or if they're satisfied with the mess they've made of you, lube and saliva and cum dripping down your thighs.
Then they're fucking into you again, brutally gratifying and searingly, overwhelmingly good. You try to squirm away, overstimulated, but their hands grip both of your thighs, yanking you back harshly, keeping you speared open for them. Their chest pushes into your back as they force you into the mattress, using their body weight to gain leverage, fuck you deeper, their hips pressed firmly into your ass.
“You're not going anywhere until I've fucked the reckless behavior out of you.”
You thrash on instinct, the pleasure sharp like a knife edge, too hot and insistent and all consuming to be bearable. It feels–too good, too much–you can't tolerate it–you can't force yourself to stay still and accept the onslaught even though you want to.
When Mhin fucks you like this, it’s a punishing grind–they’re not thrusting so much as they are abusing the place inside of you that makes you see stars, sets off a chain reaction of pleasure in your core that you can feel throbbing at the apex of your thighs.
Your world threatens to narrow down to just this sensation, the push and pull of ecstasy that Mhin is giving you. You want to allow it to happen; let your mind empty, let your bitterness and your fight fall away. You both know you need that, and you both know you can't get there without Mhin holding you down.
Mhin wrenches the next orgasm out of you, the pleasure stretching out for long, slow seconds as you lose track of time, lose track of the absolutely lurid noises you're making. It's a release beyond just the physical. A head rush you can't quite explain. Liquid reverie flowing through your veins.
Mhin's touch is comforting as you come down. Gentle, strong hands helping you shuffle out of the wet patch below you, laying you on your back. Their hands wander, pressing firmly into your strained muscles and mapping your body like you're their new favorite anatomical diagram, idly tracing the unique features of your skin usually hidden by your clothes.
You lean into their touch, humming contently.
“You're so sweet like this,” Mhin murmurs, falling lax against you. They weigh more than you'd expect based off of their slim frame, but it's a comforting weight. You feel soft and pliant with their eyelashes brushing against your cheeks. They move in to press their lips to yours, coaxing your mouth open for several deep, molasses kisses.
“...Makes me want a taste.”
Their mouth travels down, pausing at the places they know are the most sensitive before hovering above your sex.
You dig your fingers into the sheets with shaking arms and hold on tight.
A/N: Mhin’s biggest kink is brat taming (via: overstim esp) & I will not accept criticism on this (/lh) mhin gets off on getting other ppl off until they are incoherent. they like the feeling of control. thank u for coming to my ted talk
18+ Master List | SFW Master List ✦Kinktober Speedrun on Ao3
Monstrous Delight (PH!Ais x Reader x Nurse!Vere) (Tentacles)
Synopsis Usually you’re supposed to run away from monsters, not get into a fuck session with them.
Warning(s) Monster sex, Silent Hill x Touchstarved crossover hehe, tentacles, gn!reader, blood, throat fucking, gagging on tentacles, a little cracky.
A/N This was inspired by the beautiful fanart @kimiro-art and @captain--miracle created! It’s a little silly, so I might edit it later idk.
You've been trying to escape this trippy, hellish realm for hours now; evading and taking down hideous monsters. You find yourself in some long since abandoned hospital, the lights dim and buzzing in a low hum, the air smelling of mold, dust, blood.
You wanted to take a small break, growing exhausted from your constant running, but you didn’t expect to walk into a room where a well built man with a sharp, metal pyramid for a head, tentacles wriggling out from underneath it, fucking the shit out of a man dirtied with blood, and dressed in a scanty nurse outfit on the once lonely hospital bed.
At the sound of your untimely entrance, both creatures look at you, and you can’t tell their expressions.
Now, no, you don’t die a terrible, bloody death.
Instead, you and the foxy nurse are pressed against each other, the man with the pyramid head and tentacles fucking you both with his massive cock. He makes you gag on some of his tentacles, while the others would grope at yours and the foxy nurse’s skin.
Both creatures let out distorted moans and groans, and occasionally you think you can make out a word or two from them.
You just hope they don’t kill you after brutalizing your holes.
Warning(s) Hand fetish, throat fingering, gn!reader, quickly edited, MDNI.
A/N Starting out simple, but don’t worry, it’ll get more nasty as we go lol. @vermilionsun hosted a kinktober event for Touchstarved! I initially wasn’t going to do kinktober cause I was stressing about committing, and porn can be hard and can get boring. But once I sat down and planned, I just kept going 🤣.
You’ve been through this enough times already, so you know what’s going to happen, but you’re still nervous.
No, you’re not scared of doctors, especially not Kuras. You’re nervous about when he has to check the back of your throat.
You see… You kinda got a hand fetish, and you’re a wee bit obsessed with Kuras’s hands, having a fantasy of him fingering your throat, and amongst other things.
It really gets you all hot and bothered and sometimes you can’t sit still when it comes to your checkups.
“You’re so nervous,” Kuras’s smooth voice rings in your ears, grabbing your attention. He’s got a catish little smile on his face, eyes shining almost knowingly that it makes you swallow.
“Am I?” you manage to ask.
“You forget that I’m taking your pulse,” he reminds you, looking even more amused.
‘Kill me now,’ you thought as you look down at his warm fingers pressing against your pulse.
“I’m just distracted,” you supply uselessly.
Kuras hums before continuing with his duties, occasionally murmuring about something.
Then comes the hard part.
“Open up,” Kuras orders politely.
You notice he doesn’t have the wooden stick in his hands. It makes you pause.
“Come now, we don’t have all day,” he encourages, lips curling.
‘Does… Does he know??’
You squeeze your legs together tightly before opening your mouth timidly. And just as you thought, Kuras sinks those long, elegant, and warm fingers into your mouth, and you can’t suppress the moan that leaves you.
Kuras looks positively delighted, his free hand delicately cradling your chin as the pads of his fingers stroke your tongue, inching closer and closer to the back of your throat.
“Just as I suspected,” he coos. “This is what’s been distracting you all those times.”
Kuras continues to finger your mouth, enjoying your little gags and moans and watching your expression morph into something more shameless. “Oh, look at you… It’s almost as if I’ve fucked you dumb~.”
Synopsis Maybe not the brightest idea, but at least you’re having fun!
Warning(s) Car sex, mentions of Ais’s life but it’s very non detailed, some jealousy, modern au.
A/N None!
You’ve always had your head screwed on right. You were nothing but a well-behaved citizen of society, and you knew you never wanted to involve yourself in anything foolish or dangerous.
But that soon changed the moment Ais, a gangster in the city, came into your life.
You met him when you were taking the trash out at the nightclub you work at, and he had just seemingly got done with beating someone’s lights out and was happily smoking a cigarette.
You had awkwardly, and nervously offered him some ice for his knuckles, and the rest was history. You both became entangled.
Ais wasn’t a bad guy, he just lived dangerously for a good cause.
Sure, you now got a target on your back, but your love for Ais keeps you rooted to him.
“I’m heading out,” you tell your boss, Leander.
“Alright. Do you need a ride?”
“Nah, I got one.”
Leander gives you a slight look of disapproval and disappointment. “You’re still hanging around Ais..?”
“Well, yeah,” you reply, trying not to sound defensive.
Leander has been more than just a boss to you. He’s picked you up from your lowest, and with his kindness and generosity, you’ve been able to thrive.
“Alright,” Leander sighs. “You know my number if you need anything.”
You open your mouth to assure him, but you’re interrupted.
“Sparrow won’t need to do that when I’m around.”
Ais slings an arm around you, smiling at you adoringly. It makes you smile back.
Leander gives Ais a strained smile before reluctantly walking away to tend to more customers.
You head out to the alley where his car was parked after getting your belongings from your locker.
You two don’t, however, leave right away.
Instead, Ais fucks himself up into you, his balls slapping your skin repeatedly, one hand gripping your wrists tightly.
“It’s silly how wonder boy clings to you,” Ais says huskily in your ear. “You’ll never need anything from him when you have me~.”
And all you do is moan your precious little heart out.
Kinktober speedrun time! Used the Mirror prompt on this list. Thank you for the inspo!
Further details below the cut so that the above the cut stays safe for anyone who is just scrolling through!
18+ Content MDNI || Dom!Reader x Leander
PROMPT/KINK(S): Dom!Reader, Mirror Use. Edging/Orgasm Denial + Light Degradation & Name calling (Leander being referred to as a dog but he’s really into it, promise) + Power Exchange & Sub/Dom Dynamics
OTHER INFO: Leander has a dick, anatomy of Reader/POV Character remains unspecified; "they" pronouns used.
Leander has the straight backed posture of a man who was given etiquette lessons. His mannerisms speak of wealth and class, yet they can’t help but observe that he looks completely comfortable while down on his knees.
His back muscles flex as he works himself, sweat slipping down his spine, pooling in the dimples just above his ass. He’s strung tight, the veins in his arms straining as he strokes a quick, even rhythm. His dick is flushed a painful red, copious amounts of pre-cum dripping down his wrist and splattering onto his thick thighs, some of it even dirtying the floor below when his strokes become too enthusiastic.
(They wonder how best to make him clean it later–he does so love to be ordered to lick up his own mess–but this floor is probably just as filthy as anywhere else in the Wick, despite appearances–and they don’t think they can find it in themself to make use of his mouth again after watching that.)
The full length mirror hanging in front of Leander is a new addition to the room. Something they’d wheedled out of him with nothing but an easy promise, whispered into his ear down at the bar. It was theirs not a full day later: a polished brass antique with a priceless clear finish.
His back is to them, but they can see everything they need to by gazing at his reflection.
His strokes stutter, faltering, and they watch as his abdominals jump rapidly. His hand makes a few more shaky attempts before he stops himself with a shudder, breathing hard and squeezing his cock at the base to cut off his own orgasm. They give a little hum of approval, waiting.
“Count.” They prompt, when he fails to remember on his own.
They watch his throat bob with effort as he swallows, his jaw trembling around his answer. “Five.”
“Good boy,” they say, their voice flat and unrewarding. Dismissive. "Guess that Hightown education really paid off for you, huh?" He whines at that, his palms slicking along his thighs, awaiting their instruction. He glances at them in the mirror, eyes hopeful. “Again,” they prompt, “and keep your eyes on yourself until I tell you. During, too. You were closing them a lot. It's just you and the mirror until you've earned otherwise.”
Bites his lip, beginning to stroke himself again.
The next edge comes more quickly.
His eyebrows draw up, mouth falling open, back arching. His cock jumps and this time he falls back onto his hands to keep from giving into temptation. His eyes travel the length of the mirror, his neck taught with tension as he pants. They notice his gaze darting along their form for a moment, greedily stealing along their silhouette in the looking glass. A quick glance of the place where their legs are splayed open as they lounge on the bed behind him, toying with themself idly.
He’s back to form so seamlessly, he probably thinks they didn’t even notice. The next number falls out of his mouth without prompting, as if to cover for his earlier sleight.
"..."
“Baby,” he whines, fidgeting without further instruction. His fingers return to his dick when they don't reply, ghosting over his wet, swollen cockhead. He knows they hate the way that epithet sounds in his voice, the condescending lilt he manages to wrap around the syllables. “Sweetheart. Please, may I–”
“Bad dog,” they admonish. They don't elaborate–let him figure out for himself which breach of protocol they're scolding him for.
“Again. And if you can’t behave, I’ll have to put you outside.”
18+ Master List | SFW Master List
✦Kinktober Speedrun on Ao3
Consider: this type of power play with yandere!Leander...you watching him when he's usually the one watching you...
Synopsis Xiao can never catch a break with these two.
Warning(s) Anal/gay sex, cockwarming, Vere is making art of them.
A/N Oh to be in this position-.
Xiao lets out a shuddering breath, trembling in Ais’s hold, feeling so warm and full. He perks up from his cock hungry haze when he hears Vere’s sharp snapping.
“Keep those pretty eyes of yours open now. I want this to come out perfectly,” he coos.
Xiao can’t find the words to retort, his mind completely mush. He just wants Ais to fuck him, but no, he’s stuck in this position in the demon’s lap, feeling his fat cockhead kissing that sweet spot while his own pulsates and leaks with precum.
“Oh, I think we’ve broken him,” Vere snickers.
“Yeah, he’s lost his wit,” Ais chuckles back, pressing a kiss to Xiao’s fingertips, right on the milky white patches.
“How… How much longer…?” Xiao whispers meekly.
“Don’t rush me,” Vere replies smoothly.
“Heh, never seen you so impatient before~,” Ais teases, cruelly thrusting into him as he slightly adjusts Xiao, making the taller foxian moan, it nearly sounding like a cry.
Warning(s) No sex, sex toys, boss/employee relationship, gn!reader, hinted bdsm, slight degradation, MDNI.
A/N Guys I love Elyon fr. He’s so fucking gorgeous. Ik you shouldn’t get involved with your boss, but like if he was mine and hinted he wanted me.. *hair tuck*😜.
You lost the game tonight; not that it really matters, especially when you’re in for a pleasurable night with your boss.
“You know what to do, dearest,” Elyon purrs, kicking back elegantly in his chair, looking at you with a hungry stare.
You venture over to his treasure box, heart skipping a beat. You take out some rope that matched the color of the lovely blue orchids he sold, and a flogger, presenting it to him before going back for more. You then pick out a pastel blue vibrator and some anal beads, closing the chest afterwards and bringing them back to Elyon.
Elyon eyes your choices, taking a languid pull from his long wooden pipe, blowing out a few ringlets.
“What a wonderful selection we’ve got here,” he purrs. “Help me clean up and then I want you on the bed. I’ll make you feel like a good little loser~.”
