iiinova — where your digital self keeps evolving

🍰 Cakes 🔞 @coveryourcakes.bsky.social · 8h

Slowly gearing up to maybe offer some sketch commissions... But also practicing to do those kinktober sketches hopefully.

A blue on white digital pencil portrait sketch of a femme figure with a side shave and wide eyes that look at the viewer. They are at a at a three-quarter-ish angle and only their shoulders and collar bone show.

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🍰 Cakes 🔞 @coveryourcakes.bsky.social · 9h

Day 8 of Kinktober: Transformation/Roleplay. CW: body horror, mind control (mention and explicitly failed), implied plant vore. This was getting a bit long so I didn't really hit the roleplay bit but the mad scientist is back and accidentally made a girlfriend. Please enjoy with this classic song.

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"You look perfect," the scientist breathes in complete awe as they help her from the dying petals of her chrysalis. "I'm a little jealous, honestly."

She tilts her head to the side, brain and eyes still rapidly relearning how to coordinate with each other after the long quiet darkness. "You wanted this for yourself." It's not a question so she doesn't ask it as one. She can feel how she's changed. It's obvious.

The scientist shrugs, taking her hand and leading her out of their strange greenhouse, full of things that shouldn't even be alive let alone on this planet. "I admit I may have panicked a bit when you burst into my assumedly secure lab and demanded I not resist. The old you." They pause and look up at her with a slight frown. "Not exactly sure where you stand on my work currently. But hopefully you'll like at least some of it with time."

She sweeps them into her arms and delights in their yelp of surprise. They're so small compared to her, so fragile and helpless in some ways. Not others. She remembers how easily they defanged that other her. "You could help me figure out what I may enjoy now," she purrs, pressing their back against the nearest wall and leaning in. "I liked you before, in my own way. I kept tracking you down, didn't I?"

They draw in a sharp breath and try to squirm. She lets them, but doesn't allow them to get away. "Yes, you were quite the nuisance then. And you're still very aggressive now."

She just laughs, easy and carefree as she steals a kiss. Steals is maybe overstating it. She gives every chance to resist, passively monitors every way they have of saying ‘no'. The kiss is a question and the enthusiastic return of it screams ‘yes' to her ears. "If you didn't like aggressive, you would have ensured that I couldn't be. Your work in genetic tampering is utterly unmatched. You could have easily had that flower ingest me."

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They shake their head, reaching up and tracing a thumb over her lips. "A smarter person would have killed you long ago, with all your constant meddling and unearned authority. I like this outcome far more than I should." They look up at her with a grin she returns. "How far away can you feel?"

She shrugs nonchalantly, the shifts in their body and scent and tone telling her where this will lead. The sheer possibilities with this new body are endless. "No one's interrupting us this time. Tell me what you want."

"I'll be the hapless hero about to land in your trap, and you'll be the mad scientist with a new plaything in your clutches?" She laughs brightly and they pout back at her even as they curl into her capable arms. "Pardon you, but I happen to be very good at field work when I have to be. I don't mind getting a bit dirty."

She draws a thorn-tipped finger lightly up their side, loving how it makes their pulse race and their heart thunder. "Yes, dear, in archeobotany in literal dirt. And however it was you managed to smuggle yourself those alien samples you used to make me." They wiggle their eyebrows and she laughs again. "Fine, it's not as if I wouldn't do anything for you."

They take her cheek and turn her face towards them, searching it for confirmation. "This isn't because of—"

"No, that didn't fully take." She leans in for another kiss, softer this time. "No more mindless government toy soldier here, for all that I actually was one considering I was never supposed to be here. But I don't take orders from you either, unless I want to do your bidding."

They sigh in relief. "Good. I am not the ordering type, contrary to popular belief."

She hums with a raised eyebrow. "So the incident with the robot army?" That had been a very interesting report to write at the time. They had ordered the horde out so quickly that most were still in frilly maid dresses and heels.

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"Accidental. They were for doing chores. I have a lot of chores around here. The armaments were necessary." She huffs out a little laugh at their defensiveness. How had she ever wanted to see this strange little genius behind bars?

"And the mind controlling fungus?" They fail not to look proud of that one, a clever little creation that could supersede will without crushing it and allowed those infected to continue living. Her agency had wanted it desperately, her superiors furious when it harmlessly dissipated into the bloodstream on death or sufficient release.

"Well, it wouldn't have spread so far if the infected hadn't fucked so much." She laughs again as she carries her love through their strange sprawling mansion. "I couldn't have accounted for that deep a need for progeneration to continue across all species."

"Some of which you got from what made me," she purrs knowingly, able to feel her restructured genetics. "Oh, I was the binding agent for terrestrial DNA and the root of your fuck or die problem!"

They grin to themself as they trace over the leaf-like veins now covering her outer skin-like layer. "Yes, well, I was able to make a few necessary changes to the process and transformation. No more spore transfer or adverse sexual side effects."

She doesn't correct them based on her assessment of herself, they could find out together. "And the rest of my team? You don't kill, dear."

They frown slightly. "Still undergoing mutagenetic enhancement for some reason, non-plant-based as I was attempting to branch out some. I thought they would be smarter and better balanced than the robots." They look around at the hall of doors around them both. "You have no idea where my bedroom is."

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"Oh, I'm very aware." She leans in and licks up their neck, enjoying how they freeze and blush. She can't wait to slowly rid them of all those self-conscious little tendencies. "But I like carrying you around and listening to you talk. Why else would you have given me such impressive physical capabilities and assets?" They blush harder rather than answering and she carries them into their bedroom, still in shocked awe as she spreads them over the bed. "I'm going to show you just how beautiful you've made me, dear. And fuck you, of course. You gave me so many implements to choose from after all." She focuses on the thick vine-like tendrils that shift inside of her, slipping a few out from the foliage pretending to be skin to hold them down. "Unless you wanted to start more vanilla?" She pauses and searches their bright red face.

"No, this is good," they squeak, even giving her a little thumbs up. "Just start slow please?"

She smiles down at them, the vines' grip loosening as she ducks in for a deep kiss. They were the only ones around for miles. They could do slow.

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🍰 Cakes 🔞 @coveryourcakes.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Day 7 of Kinktober: Style/Rubber. CW: light body horror, this won't end well. Whoops, almost forgot to post this! A mage gets their spellcasting a little wrong when they feel the need to get some sense of revenge on her ex. Things just sort of... spread from there. If'n ya get me.

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"This might be your best and worst spellcasting fuckup yet."

She rubs at her temples in annoyance. Her best friend isn't exactly wrong about this. It's a complex ritual spell that takes precision to make it even stick, let alone build out the nerves for, and she had managed it perfectly. For the most part. Aside from one small detail.

"So was this so you could cheap out on a strap or something? Did you think it would chafe? I swear it doesn't." They haven't looked away from the thick and shiny black cock hanging between her thighs now save a handful of fast shifts up to her face. But their gaze always drifts back down. She bets if she wiggles her hips, their eyes would follow perfectly. It gives her a thrill to think of having hypnotized her admittedly very attractive bestie with just her dick. Her fake dick that doesn't match her skin at all. Whatever. Maybe it would grow on her.

She sighs and rolls her eyes before carefully tucking herself away in her sweats with a shiver. Did people with dicks feel like this all the time? Like they were smuggling an incredibly sensitive sausage in their panties? It would explain boxers over briefs probably. "This was a fun little experiment for the occasional night with my boyfriend. Who also broke up with me over text right before I started. Which is why I went out and bought a dick bigger than his ever was to be petty."

They cackle loudly, head fully thrown back. "God, what is your fucking life? So what now? Does it come off?"

She shakes her head with a heavy sigh. "Normally it does but this is being stubborn. Stubborn and very sensitive. I ended up jerking myself off."

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Their eyes light up with amusement. "As in you actually got off? Did you cum? How big was your load? Is it a weird color too?" She squints at them suspiciously, wondering why they're so invested in this mixup. "Look, even you have to admit it's pretty hot to suddenly have a sex toy you can feel attached to you." Her cock throbs eagerly in her sweats. "See? It agrees with me."

"Don't talk about my dick like it's sentient, I'm begging you." She pushes them towards the front door, though she can't help but admire the gentle curves of their body. The gym and the trainer they've been trying to sleep with since signing up are actually paying off. "Go hit the books and ask around about how to undo this for me, okay? I kind of can't leave the house and I'm worried about other side effects that haven't shown up yet."

They take one last lingering glance straight at the waistband riding low on her hips before she closes the door behind them and leans back against it with a quiet little moan. She should have stuck to the plan or dropped it entirely as soon as she saw that cowardly fucking text but no. She hadn't even managed to follow through with the rest of her revenge. No time like the present. Her sweats tent obscenely at the thought and her entire body tingles. Might as well make this fun.

The tingling doesn't die down the entire time as she picks out her sexiest and most feminine outfit: a minuscule white cotton pleated skirt with a matching long-sleeved crop top cardigan and thigh highs paired with adorable pink garters and a harness. He had surprised her with it and called her baby girl. A little insulting but it did make her feel sexy. When she tightens the harness and garters, the squeeze always leaves her wet and ready. Time to see if it does the same for her dick.

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🍰 Cakes 🔞 @coveryourcakes.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

When Jason isn't suffering The Horrors and being a sad edgelord, he's getting relentlessly teased by someone in his life. Like here, as Momo and Rayne tell him that his girlfriend has basically made a Jira and a Confluence for this side story sex adventure.

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"Of course we know about it already," Momo says calmly, turning a page in the grimoire she's reading. Rayne and Clay chuckle softly from where they're sprawled on the floor of the conversation pit, long fingers teasing at the waistband of their pants as they study a tome of their own. It looks comically small in their hand. "She wants to compare your reactions to each of us over a few days per bite and find what works best for you. There's spreadsheets and a database."

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🍰 Cakes 🔞 @coveryourcakes.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Almost didn't realize I had a non-spoiler one for today (the last few either aren't there in any appreciable way or were in too deep). This is the start of a side story that goes some places. But the important part right now is that Jason's real hungry and not sure why...

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Jason has no idea how long he's been staring at the wall of his office this time. He should have worked literally anywhere else in the building as the wolf moon drew closer, but no. He'd picked the one room with the least magickal and sound protection feet away from dozens of hot sweaty bodies grinding against each other on the loudest weeknight his club has. He has to look down at himself to make sure he isn't churning through his internal stores of blood and hasn't skipped a meal by accident. No gaunt lines or exposed musculature and bones; just his now normal self and the small gut he fights to maintain so things like this don't happen.

He blinks and he's standing with a hand pressed to the vibrating brickwork as drool pours from his mouth to the puddle on the floor. He's so hungry. He shouldn't be. He feels like he should never stop eating, never stop consuming when there's so much willing flesh so close. Even through the barely there pores in the stone and the doors sealed as tightly as possible, he can smell exactly how many people on that dance floor would weep with joy if he ate them whole.

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Lio🌿@MCM Londong AA H-02 @kroovv.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

It’s Jane’s sprites, darling 💅✨

4 sprites of the character Jane from Gravehearts, she a tall woman with pale skin, a black bob and large white saucer like eyes. Shes wearing a large deer skin coat and a green dress with a plant like pattern over it, she also has a collar made of ivy that comes from her neck to her wrists. The first pose shes gesturing with a casual expression. The second shes blowing the player a little kiss, third she has her hands on her face with a worried expression and the 4th shes standing with on hand on her chest and the other on her hip.

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🍰 Cakes 🔞 @coveryourcakes.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

*chewing popcorn* I should write dynamics like this more...

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Hamlet Machine @hamletmachine.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

Dark Angel Armor Juan

An illustration of Juan from my comic Pain Killer 💋💕 He stands over a pile of skulls, holding a lance behind him and wearing fantasy armor with bat wings against a red sky.

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Hamlet Machine @hamletmachine.bsky.social · 11/04/2024

⛓️ Pain Killer 2 ⛓️ trans Juan ⚔️

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🍰 Cakes 🔞 @coveryourcakes.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Day 6 of Kinktober: Strip/Encase Dam and Sal are back with their new favorite human and coaxing him out of his clothes (and eventually into a suit, he's gonna look great in a suit). Wasn't entirely sure I was going to make their human trans masc but I was convinced. By me. Hopefully I got it close?

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Sal frowns at the man they’ve coerced into the penthouse that isn’t really theirs, eyes dragging over more than just his features. Dam just rolls their eyes and leans back into the cushions of the couch, one ankle balanced on the other knee. “We’re going to be in so much trouble for this,” they singsong at just the right cadence to annoy Sal the most.

“Shut up, I’m thinking.” He paces around and around the furiously blushing young man before finally stopping in front of him. “Okay, I think we might actually be perfect for this. And you. What are your opinions on threesomes you only half-remember in snatches for the rest of your life?”

“What?”

Dam lets out a laugh with just a touch of their true voice and the man stares over Sal’s shoulder at them. “Don’t worry, kitten. You’re going to love it. And you’re going to need it. To think you were just loitering with that gutter trash in our dive bar.” Before he can react, Sal drags him into a hard kiss. They know what he’s really doing. Testing the waters to see if their intervention will have the intended effect. Seeing if this destiny was even worth the effort and the trouble they would land in for potentially altering it. Tasting his soul. Their mouth falls open a little as he shares the sensation with them, the enormity of the change this single human could bring about settling around them. This is one who needs to be off the path. Far off it. Sal is right, they really are perfect for this job.

“One step at a time,” Dam says softly as they slide in behind him and the man tries to jump. Sal is far stronger than that fortunately, keeping him locked in place so they can both touch. “We need to get you out of this and into something that truly works for you. I’m a fan of suits as you can probably tell.”

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He gasps as they slide the concealing hoodie off him together, Sal making appreciative noises as he feels what they’ll be working with this time. “I’ve never worn a suit,” he stammers out. “Suits are for—“

Sal grabs his chin and forces the man to look him in his too bright eyes. “Anyone,” he finishes with a small chorus in his voice. “Anyone with the confidence to pull it off,” he continues, mask back in place like it had never slipped. “We just need to cultivate the confidence in you.”

"Most people would say I don't belong in a suit," Dam says softly, hands slipping under his baggy shirt and tickling at the waistband of his phenomenally ugly cargo khakis. "I know you don't agree. I saw it in how you looked at me. I can smell and taste it on you. You don't just want me, you wish you were allowed to be me."

Sal grins as he takes half a step back to admire them together, seeing far more than human eyes could: the possibilities expanding and contracting around them like the churning swirls of eddies in a river. "To be clear, you can't be them. You can only be you. But we're going to mold you into the most you possible. So just sit back and enjoy it. We can ravish you after."

He actually lets them, pulling in a slow deep breath and letting out a shaky sigh as they strip away all of their sad little disguise piece by piece. He’s far more relaxed by the time they start working off his constricting sports bra, but still shy and trying to cover himself. “Sorry, I’m just…”

“We know,” Sal whispers with a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Humans always are about something. Just let us keep taking care of you.”

Dam sighs happily and wraps their arms around him from behind once he’s completely bare and they can taste his fate for themself. “Do you not like them? You were doing a lot to hide them.”

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The man shrugs and relaxes back, not fully aware of just how much weight he’s resting against their thin frame. Not that it matters. He’s still just a human for now. “I’ve never really thought about them like that before. They were just always there.”

Dam and Sal both look him over, weighing the pros and cons of their silhouette with and without them. Literally in Dam's case, gently massaging him and smoothing away where the band had bitten into his skin. Sal looks a little jealous that he hadn't thought of it first and Dam teases him as they let their hands sink in. "We can't do anything for you now, nothing permanent anyway," he says as he pushes back in to nose at his soft jaw, "but we can plant seeds for you to grow later. Personally, I like them. They offer some balance to your figure and change a suit's lines in some very fetching ways."

"And he likes playing with them," Dam adds, hands merging into his flesh in a way that makes him squirm as they gently rearrange things for now. Just converting the weight of some of the fat deposits to leaner muscle that flattens and smooths his chest, adding some necessary support elsewhere, and straightening his back a little while they're here. All of it would revert to its previous state in a few days but it would help his suit to hang in a way he might enjoy. "They are very fun to play with, no matter what they look like."

The man nods deliriously then finally looks down at his much more trim chest. "Wait, how did you do that? Who are you two? Did you slip me something?" Sal's about to be offended and say something to ruin the moment when he keeps going. "Can you keep touching me?"

The two of them grin as Dam slides their hands free. "That's the plan, little human. The suit can wait."

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Abigail Larson @abigaillarson.com · 05/10/2026

“I collected bones from charnel houses; and disturbed, with profane fingers, the tremendous secrets of the human frame. In a solitary chamber, or rather cell, at the top of the house, and separated from all the other apartments by a gallery and staircase, I kept my workshop of filthy creation." 🧪🫀⚗️

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The Helmet Guy @thehelmetguy.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Whoops Lyla got the wrong house

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TheShunbun @theshunbun.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

More Lacye 🖤

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🍰 Cakes 🔞 @coveryourcakes.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Day 5 of Kinktober: Sadistic/Imaginary. No weird today but still got some whimsy. Short buff girlfriend sub and tall soft girlfriend soft domme who's going to try to be hard with some help. Maybe they'll reappear this month. Who knows?

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Spicy Sultry Sapphic🔞 @spicymadamka.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

🪦The Graveyard Shift 🔞NSFW comic 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩Lesbian / WLW / sapphic "A ghost is a wish... or so they say. For Red however, they are work. As Member 2581 of the Church of Senvadei, she locates haunted grounds and makes sure all spectrals get throughly cleansed, using some... intimate... methods." 📖Thread⤵️

The cover illustration of Graveyard Shift, with the two main characters, Red and the unnamed ghost, posing in a graveyard.

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Margault(evil) 🔞 @hellfeux.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Late start, but he's my first piece for Kinktober (: Tentacle🐙~ The demon Daphné having some quality time with the Thing In The Cauldron #nsfw #kinktober #kinktober2026 @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social

Drawing of a demon woman straddling a large cauldron-like object. She is gagged and bound, her feet are tied to the cauldron and she is naked safe for the leather restraints and a pair of high heels. Multiple tentacles emerge from the cauldron's opening, wrapping around and snaking inside her. She seems to be having a great time

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Margault(evil) 🔞 @hellfeux.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

A few closeups I like 😇

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🍰 Cakes 🔞 @coveryourcakes.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Day 4 of Kinktober: Stretch/Grope. Trying on a little light space-based sci-fi flavoring over cable tv Greco-Roman society. Please enjoy a big boy getting teased and pegged.

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He tried to scrabble at nothing and makes wet frustrated noises into the pitted fruit that shoved into his mouth to keep him quiet. Forcing him to be silent as the villa sleeps around them is always a fun challenge, especially when she begins using fruits he's' never tasted before to gag him. This one isn't ripe enough yet, not sending juice and saliva streaming down his chin as a prelude of what he would eventually give her. The tartness does give this treatment a new edge though and the tough flesh means he probably won't grind his teeth on the seed this time. He would need a bath and a mirror later, to ensure all evidence of dripping spittle were gone this time.

Trussing him up like some bird for a feast should be humiliating. He assumes that's why she does it, binds him in soft but strong ropes that pull him into odd and uncomfortable configurations. She has him waxed the moment any of the downy hair on his body turns the least bit coarse, setting a trend in the pits for bared and oiled chests that gets lesser fighters killed faster. Only they know he's hairless all over, so she doesn't giggle as much running her soft hands over his skin. And because she likes to be the one who soothes away the sting from the removed hair with moisturizing oils, humming songs as the minor pain slips away.

The real indignity is how she's bound him this time, smooth cheeks spread wide to show his eagerly winking asshole. She has him suspended in the center of her suites too, the focal point should anyone walk in. Knowing his domina, she had left the doors unlocked so anyone could walk in to find the best gladiator of their generation completely immobile, gently floating and spinning as his mistress...

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He waits until he catches sight of her again and seethes. She's reading messages. She's sitting calmly at her little work nook, the one he said she shouldn't have in the place where she intends to rest and she said she might remove, and flicking through blocks of text marked urgent with palpable boredom. She doesn't even spare him a glance as her hand slips into her loose robes to caress her own breast and he snarls into the fruit, spit flying out around it to hit his own cheeks. She clears her throat to tell him he's making too much noise again. He snarls more softly as his slow rotation continues.

That should be his hand cupping her! He should be teasing her to consider augments until she dwarfs it in the same breath as he reminds her he would never dare to change her perfection. The gods had graced her with so much beauty, even so far removed from where they first made themselves known, that it makes him weep. He doesn't bother tugging against his restraints. Too much movement would mean more time before he can see her again and he may miss something, like a nipple his tongue will ache to wrap around. He can only hope that when she finally lets him down and he can move properly again, she'll allow him to show his fierce appreciations.

She's shuffling behind him and he hopes that her ship senate missives have finally pushed her to do something interesting with him. His cock would argue that this is interesting, weeping down its length as he's tortured. Judging by it, she should never untie him and leave him suspended in mid-air like an oversized bauble. He would go soft without his training however. He couldn't have that. She likes resting an unconscious hand on his arms too much for him to allow that.

She's seated and reading from the damnable tablet again by the time he can see her again, her breasts laid beautifully bare and…

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He can’t help himself, struggling against his bonds and sending himself spinning fast enough that he has to close his eyes. Not that it stops him from seeing that gorgeous piece of technology pulsing at her hips as she casually strokes it, glowing softly and too big for her to wrap a hand around. Somewhere near him, she’s laughing now as she fondles his tight glutes and gives one a slap that makes his teeth dig deeper into his gag. She steadies him, just like looking up at her from the dirt of the pits always does, and resets his snail’s pace spin. Something crawls over his skin and starts to slowly work him open as her touch disappears. He opens his eyes again and she’s back at her little desk, watching him with a knowing smirk as he pants into the fruit still lodged in his mouth. Her false cock throbs and he wishes that were in his mouth instead. The little noises she makes as she tries not to touch say this one is for more than show, the sensations feeding back to her. It's his new favorite already.

They continue like that for what feels like hours as the little helper prepares him, his mouth dripping as he catches too short glimpses of her teasing herself and her new toy while she yawns her way through memorandums and miscellanea. It gives a cheerful little ding exactly when he thinks he could just barely fit her and still enjoy the stretch without affecting his performance come day’s light. He can hear her stand and pad her way up to him, shivers at the feel of her light touch on his flank as she moves into position, whimpers when she drapes herself over his back to whisper in his ear from behind.

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"Shall we see who needs augments to be bigger now? Maybe I set a new trend in the pits this year and we see how large you can be before this anti-gravity field fails." He bites down to contain his pleased moans, hard enough to shatter the pit he hadn't realize he was so close to reaching. His mistress gasps as she wrenches away before breaking into hysterical laughter as he spits out chunks of unripe fruit and splinters of seed.

He sighs as he continues to spit, knowing the dangers of swallowing unknown seeds. "Domina, please," he rasps as she comes around to press a chaste kiss to his cheek and check that he hasn't injured himself, "I will need some rest and reprieve before dawn and so will you." She checks his under-carriage and reemerges with the smirk that always comes right before an inappropriate joke. "Do you want to stuff me full of your glowing cock or not?"

"You are very lucky you have so many talents," she purrs, "and that a whipping would do nothing to punish you at all." She disappears again and he sighs in relief as something presses against him. "Shall I get you a new gag or do we not care who hears us this time?"

He looks back at her as best he can over his thick shoulder, his eager grin hidden. "Whatever you wish shall be done." He barely has time to bite his lip before she shoves her way in.

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🍰 Cakes 🔞 @coveryourcakes.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

Day 3 of Kinktober: Tangle/Trap. I am in fact worldbuilding once again but I really like it this time, it's good and a little weird. Sometimes the forest spirit you seek for wisdom thinks you should actually just have some fun with it and its partner... after you teach it some knots.

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The sound of a too close hum makes it jerk awake, pushing through the dense fuzz of hanging upside down for so long. It's next to a warm fire and a small camp. "There you are. How's the head?"

"Bad." It bares its teeth as menacingly as it can but it has no effect. It is prey. This is a hunter. This will never end well for it. "Let me down and I'll grant you your thrice-damned boon."

The hunter smirks as she shifts her oversized pack higher on her shoulder, proudly taking in her conquest. It notes her lack of weapons curiously. This hunter planned to only capture rather than kill, must have known spirits of the forest moved through this area and that its kind would do anything to stay free. This hunter knew secrets.

"No," she says finally with as her smirk grows ever wider, "I don't think I will let you go just yet. I came here looking for someone like you, to talk to and learn from." The hunter takes a deep breath and looks it straight in the eyes, like she's rehearsed this to get it just right. "If you would grant me any boon, I ask that you speak with me until my questions are answered. Would you grant me that much, Doe That Walks The Night?"

It rolls its eyes and pouts. The hunter knows rules and etiquette too. Lovely. "Not a doe but fine. Just let me down." The hunter leaps excitedly into action, undoing binds and ropes with an ease that intrigues it. "Wait, I have one more demand. Teach me how to do that." She looks at the ropes then at its strange forepaws. It flexes and remolds them to something much closer to human hands and her eyes go wide in amazement. "Deal?" She nods eagerly. "Good. Let me down." They need to coordinate more than it expects and it appreciates that the hunter works carefully to place it gently on the loam.

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The hunter upholds her end of the bargain first without question, ensuring it's comfortable on mounds of blankets she pulls from her packs. Then it learns. It learns how to set traps of its own made of nothing but lengths of rope and well-placed knots. The small ones are simple, things it could do with its normal forepaws. It makes and unmakes those with ease and preens vainly every time she heaps it with praise, antlers clattering softly against themselves.

The ones like what she used for it take time and ritual and it's forced to spend hours working on them as it ties its own graceless fingers in knots with increasing annoyance. "Show me again, hunter," it huffs before looking up sharply. A howl cuts through the night and it smiles.

The hunter curses under her breath, gathering up what she can quickly. "Is it okay if you come with me so we can finish? I have a tent pitched out of wolf and bear territory that we'll both be safe in. But we should hurry."

It shakes its head and stands to take hold of her shoulders. Odd, it hasn't noticed just how small and delicate she is next to it, how pretty in a human way. "You're perfectly safe, little hunter. You interrupted our chase so you're prey for it now too. It will catch you. And, strangely enough, it loves to talk."

"It… chases and talks?" she asks with her voice full of wondrous terror and it knows it's going to adore hearing that. It grins as it plucks up her blankets and cushions from her slack arms, arranging them by the fire once again and sitting her among them.

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It sits back to consider the picture: her strange utilitarian clothes are ruining the effect and it knows how its other hates dealing with modern clothing. "If you wish to keep those clothes unripped, take them off now. Don't be shy, you must have known things like this might happen when you traipsed into the woods alone to look for spirits." None of its words make her blush less. In fact, she blushes more and it thinks it looks far better on her and will work to great effect when there's nothing to hide that bloom of red over warm brown and sun-freckled skin of hers. "Did you really not know this might happen?"

"Not exactly," she squeaks and it laughs brightly. They should think about keeping her, teaching her to be more like them. She would be excellent to run with from it, all bright cheeks and heaving chest and straining muscle. "The stories mostly just say you grant boons and I have questions. Nothing about… this. I just came alone because I figured anyone else might see you and do something stupid. It's not like I want to hurt you."

It steps up to her to assist where her hands have grown clumsy with sudden nerves. "As kind as you are foolish then, strange little hunter. We cannot die, not truly. But we do hurt." It tilts its head from side to side as it considers its other's tastes and peels away her button-down shirt. "My... companion does enjoy pain sometimes, in itself and in others. It's why we're together. You'll have to remove that under-thing yourself. I was never good with those." She giggles with an edge of panic as she reaches behind herself. It watches attentively as she finishes undressing, shimmying out of pants and underwear at the same time before shoving everything into a bag. It gives her a hum of approval and laughs when it sees just how far that blush can go.

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"So what no—" Another much closer howl carries over the night and she tries to hide and cover herself at the same time, looking off in the direction of the sound. "Oh my god, this might be the dumbest thing I've ever done."

"Or the smartest," it counters cheekily, settling on her blankets and holding its arms out to gather her close. It wiggles its face to make it human enough to shower her in appreciative kisses and light nips until she returns them with equal enthusiasm. "There we go, hunter. Now lets bait a trap for my love and see what happens next. I want to practice what you taught me."

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King - [NSFW ART 🔞] @flamesofavernus.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

BLACK HALO - Page 4 updated! blackhalo.the-comic.org 🦇 #art #comic #ocsky

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JUG @juuggg.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

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Alioth Fox @aliothfox.ursamajorartworks.com · 02/10/2026

TLDR: Fur Affinity's advertising partners are demanding that they ban adult content. Sciggles and FA want to firmly tell them to go fuck themselves. If they're going to be able to afford to do that, they need the community's help. Pitch in. Keep furry weird. www.furaffinity.net/journal/1143...

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Hey there Fuzzies!. . Recently, there has been a lot of conversation about censorship of the internet and third parties forcing sites to ...

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Zara H Art 🔜 NYCC H19 @zarahartist.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Doomed yuri, my beloved (Alien Stage)

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S ∆ R E N ✦ 杰敏 ✦ KICKSTARTER!!! @sarenstone.com · 02/10/2026

We have a launch date!!! Crowdfunding begins on Oct 5th! 🖤 www.kickstarter.com/projects/fol...

{ FOLLOW ME DEEPER }
LAUNCHING OCTOBER 5th

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Saint Avery Carter | BOS 10/11-12 @saintaverycarter.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

🚨 Huge news 🚨 Mark your calendars, folks. I can’t wait to share this one with you, it’s really special.

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WOLFSKULLJACK @wolfskulljack.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Patient is the night -2026

My art, digital. A monsterous wolf women and a red wolf skeleton

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Mr. Crowbar has Brainworms @mistercrowbar.art · 02/10/2026

When every meal is Oops! All Mushrooms and 5 Meat Stew, it kinda sucks to lose one of the precious few options. It's about time I drew Grillach 😂#bg3 #art 🍄 More Comics 🍄 Patreon 🍄 Ko-Fi 🍄

Baldur's Gate 3 fan comic. The companions huddle together and observe Aldiirn cooking alone, conspiring in hushed tones amongst themselves.

Astarion asks, "Why isn't Gale cooking?"

"He has confined himself to his tent," Lae'zel answers.

"I asked Aldiirn if he would like for me to take over the meat dishes," says Wyll, "but he insisted I relax and wait for him to finish some ripplebark steaks."

"No one except those two get near the cooking fire," Shadowheart remarks.

Karlach begins, "that means..."

"We're having nothing but mushrooms for dinner!" everyone bemoans.

"There hasn't been a normal veggie on our plates since we entered the underdark!"

"A warrior requires meat for sustenance!"

"Guys!" Karlach pipes up, "I know how we can get meat back on the menu. Who here knows how to grill?"

Hidden by shrubbery, Wyll happily flips some beef steaks sizzling on Karlach's fiery hot backside. Lae'zel finishes off some kebabs while Shadowheart keeps watch that Aldiirn won't find them. Astarion, while not needing to eat, always enjoys sneaking around and takes up sewing repairs into Karlach's stuffed teddy, Clive.

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Lætus @bajamothblast.vanadiel.network · 02/10/2024

now that it's october im legally allowed to post this

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angel💀 @sabattons.com · 20/08/2026

KNIGHT OF PENTACLES #commission

two figures are seen embracing, each taking charge and grasping their desires per the knight of pentacles card. e-yuk is seen splitting rue open, exposing his spine in a flayed gesture : this symbolizes vulnerability, along with the optical nerve "coin" that halos e-yuks scalpel. the scene takes place in a morgue.

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Max Raynor @maxraynor.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Storm commission!!

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TrueRef by Abbey Esparza @trueref.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Though shout out to our pack with @gnomedic.bsky.social , the most autumn coded pack we have! 🧡🍂 TrueRef: Just the reference you were looking for

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🍰 Cakes 🔞 @coveryourcakes.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

When going to the gym stops netting you gains, sometimes it can still keep you from becoming the new topic of office gossip... Not like that worked out for Billy and PJ here. But at least they tried. It's the thought that counts. Pretty deep into what's currently posting of ParaPoly but upcoming.

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The lunch break quick sessions to push ourself to our limits are a way for us to blow off steam on these mandatory office days, but the limits are starting to spiral to inhuman numbers. Angie had mentioned accounts of possession where the possessed shows increases in physical strength but they had also often been done by malevolent ghosts and could leave the host injured. Injured is probably too nice a way to put it. Maimed and broken is more accurate. None of those cases are quite like Billy and I, with our reversed balance of physical prowess, but I’m still immensely careful every time.

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🍰 Cakes 🔞 @coveryourcakes.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Day 1 of #Kinktober: Plants/Tentacles Might manage a sketch to go with with this, might not! Hopefully will cobble together a zine by the end of the month.

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It’s so warm here, so safe, held close by soft petals that almost feel like they're breathing around her. It could lull anyone to sleep cradled in its embrace. It almost lets her too, what little mind the outsized flora has allowing her to close her eyes before cruelly stirring its stamens deep within. That forces her wide awake, face pinched tightly as she tries not to give it what it wants. What she's assuming it wants, given her predicament. It presses insistently against her and she refuses to acknowledge that it could be enjoyable.

"You're still conscious!" The voice sounds positively delighted by this turns of events, its owner padding around to look at you from every angle. "Oh my, she does seem to have taken quite the liking to you, hasn’t she? You are giving her a good workout with all this resilience of yours." They hum as they lean in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "Relax, darling. Let her do her work and break your mind for me. Maybe make a few other changes." They grin too wide and walk away. "Don't let yourself go too far into overtime, sweetie. We are still on a schedule after all. No leaving yourself extra work in the busy morning ahead."

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The giant flower doesn't make a sound like she expects it to for something so intelligent. The stamens undulate uncomfortably as the petals press in further, depositing more and more of its pollen within her. She grits her teeth, tries not to feel anything of her torture. Not the increasingly pleasant itch worming its way impossibly higher, now feeling somewhere around her sternum. Not the weight of the petals on her bare skin, constantly shifting and getting harder to ignore as it keeps her still. Not the fuzz slowly filling her mind and making it hard to remember why she'd ever not want to be here.

Here with this new friend and her mistress, being prepared for what comes next. She may like what comes next, more than her boring job before this. What was her job again?

Being here.

Right. Of course.

The fuzz turns to pleasant sparkling that makes her entire body shiver. Maybe if she focuses on it, it would do it again.

And again.

And again.

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🍰 Cakes 🔞 @coveryourcakes.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Local horny vampire gives local nonbinary goth cowboy witch gender euphoria while being their nurse, news at... whenever we get that far into this posting. Jason and Rayne might even work out their... whatever this is one day.

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Jason gives them a grin full of teeth. "She told me to check your bruising and make sure it's healing properly," he growls as he stalks forward. "Clothes off for me, pretty boy. Let me finally see all those wards of yours." Rayne freezes, completely caught off guard by being called 'pretty boy' in the way he recognizes from when people can't figure out how to refer to London. He takes the opportunity to lunge in and drag them into a kiss. The hand at his throat this time is much more forceful, pressing in enough to just start closing off his windpipe and backed by magick and something else he can't identify.

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Numitor 🔞 @numitorus.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Retro fits

The same woman in three different outfits-- a blouse and jeans, underwear, and a summer dress

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⭐️eunnie⭐️ @eunnieboo.bsky.social · 15/06/2024

happy pride! here's one of my favorite scenes from If You'll Have Me, my sapphic graphic novel 🌈💕✨ (1/6)

page 51 of If You'll Have Me, starring Momo and PG. Momo is a short girl with curly brown hair, dark skin, and glasses, and PG is a tall girl with short black hair and tan skin. Momo opens the exit door of a night club, which was propped open by a rock. She turns her head to see PG in the alleyway outside, sitting on a wooden crate with her back to the brick wall. "Um... Hi," Momo says hesitantly. PG glances away with a moody expression.

page 52: "You're Lea's friend, right?" PG asks suddenly. "Uh—a friend of a friend," Momo clarifies, caught off guard. "Right," PG says, with an unreadable look. There's an awkward beat of silence as Momo holds the door open, unsure of how to proceed. "So?" PG says at last. "Who did I sleep with this time?" Momo turns towards her in surprise. "E-excuse me?"

page 53: "Was it an ex? A crush?" PG looks up at her with a cool glare. "If you have a problem with me...you can say it to my face." Momo steps forward in a hurry. "Oh, no. It's—I'm sorry, I just wanted to check on you because—" The panel shows a brief flashback of a blond girl in a red dress, her hand raised to strike. Momo twists her fingers anxiously. "I saw what happened back there, and... She was wearing a ring. I thought it might have..."

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GlacierClear @glacierclear.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

thirsty girl

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Bearer of the Hole @omenborne.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

MELT is written with incredible intention. If you're smart and good at reading between the lines and making connections without needing your hand held, there's a depth of horror to MELT that will haunt you through every implication

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MΔDDiE @miyaneatworld.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Every stealth section I get into makes me think "Hinako would've dealt with this quicker" #SilentHill #Townfall

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🍰 Cakes 🔞 @coveryourcakes.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Sometimes, you mount a valiant solo rescue of your best friend, baseball bat in hand, and a murderous milf dresses you up in leather for a little date instead. Happens all the time. Don't mind Midwest Emo Farm Boy over there, he'll become more plot relevant to London later.

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"And here I thought he had tired of talking," comes the low chuckle from the front door as Eydís returns and London squeaks softly. "Well, hello, little witch. I think I'm very glad I didn't have him eat you before." They look back at him with eyes wide in fear mixed with lust and he shrugs awkwardly. He'd neglected to mention that little detail. "Come, both of you, we're going out. Vince," she snaps her fingers and barks out an order in a language he doesn't understand. The vampire takes one last longing look at the swell of London's ass and thighs before he vaults easily over the bar. "He'll get you both dressed in something appropriate from our stash. Without touching our guests in any way they don't accept."

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🍰 Cakes 🔞 @coveryourcakes.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Love to write 22k of kinky smut, read it from the end, and think "maybe no one else should ever read this"... But genuinely, I dunno if I'm posting all that when the time comes 'round.

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🍰 Cakes 🔞 @coveryourcakes.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

Let's do "Edging A Vampire" for $500, Alex. At least Momo's smart about how she does it and she clearly knows her partners well. From a thing I'm working on right now actually. Don't worry about Jason, he's getting so much more out of this than it looks like he is from this out of context snippet.

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Momo pulls his attention back to the present when she pulls out a tiny knife-ring that slips over a fingernail. He's seen club patrons with these, purpose obvious considering what he is, but none so beautiful and ornate or smelling of so much magick. "I imbued this myself," she tells him with no small amount of pride. "Perfectly sharp with an edge that disinfects itself and a delayed spell to help knit the skin back together. Even if you or Rayne lose control, the wound won't stay open."

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🍰 Cakes 🔞 @coveryourcakes.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

I thought I didn't have this outside of big spoilers but this is a really sweet and soft moment (I say as if this isn't all soft and sweet moments with a bunch of sex between) with Momo, PJ, and Billy.

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We gently place Momo on the floor and she frowns up at us. “You’re taller. Bigger. And your hair’s getting long.”

We wince despite the lack of accusation or venom. It’s a simple observation but, from her, it makes whatever I’m apparently trying to gear us up to face feel real despite still having no idea what it is. My instinct when I was alive had always been to puff myself up before a fight, to look more intimidating than my short and round self, but Billy was already the most puffed up I could ever imagine being. What was I so afraid of that we couldn’t already handle? Would what I was doing even be enough?

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