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Skipping, teasing, dancing light-footed across gnashing teeth.
The scrap hangs in the air with each leap, taunting, and she *burns* with need. She strains harder, revving the great engine that drives her. It whines loudly as she pumps more of the high CN fuel into its chambers.
Hey, ever wondered what it would be like to have an erotic experience as an industrial shredder?
Haha yeah, me neither.
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- Part 2 of Works by Caffeinated Otter
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Zoey loses herself a bit, moaning and whining, hearing Rumi moaning in tandem around her, her cock, her cock fucking Rumi’s face, soaked with her spit and her tears. By the time Mira’s hands return to stroking her chest and stomach, Zoey can feel something tightening in her, not the usual pull somewhere behind her bellybutton, but somewhere near the point in her chest where the bonfire has made itself home.
Zoey wants to try wearing a strap. Mira and Rumi are confused but supportive.
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They were so warm, and with only a t-shirt on she felt like she could get so close to them, unmuffled by the thick hoodie that lay nearby. She breathed in deep as she continued nuzzling into their back, trying to make up for not giving them the massage they were promised by digging her nose and lips firmly across every inch of their broad shoulders.
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She's so close.
Just a little bit more, a little bit longer, a little bit harder, please.
Now with 40% more consent!
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She's so close.
Just a little bit more, a little bit longer, a little bit harder, please.
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Works by Caffeinated Otter by coloursofnoise
Fandom Original Work, the elven tendency - Caffeinated Otter
21 Jan 2026
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Works inspired by Caffeinated Otter
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The sound of rapid knocking at her window made Rumi startle so badly she hit her knees on the bottom of her steering wheel, her hip somehow knocking into the gearshift and her wrist banging against the door. She hissed in pain, hearing a muffled “Oh, god, sorry!” and winding down the window.
Instead of the serial killer she’d been at least partially anticipating, the rolling of the window exposed wide, apologetic eyes, a bright brown with little flecks of golden warmth in the irises, black hair rolled up into a messy bun. “Hey, hi, so sorry, didn’t mean to scare you — just, any idea how long — god, it’s cold—” the woman shivered bodily, large, soft shapeless snow falling in clumps and sticking to her hair and, for some ungodly reason, bare arms “—the road closure will take? My radio doesn’t work and it looks like we’re in a 5G wasteland.”
“Why are you not wearing a sweater?” was the first thing that came out of Rumi’s mouth, which wasn’t the answer to the woman’s question that she was pretty sure she did actually know — somewhere deep down in her brain that wasn’t stuck on the outrageous statement on her t-shirt or the pretty bow of her lips.
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Bookmarked by coloursofnoise
14 Feb 2026
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And, look—Zoey doesn’t mean to do it. She’s honestly pretty surprised at herself. Between Mira, who will only orgasm under pretty specific circumstances, and Rumi, who could probably climax if you just call her a Good Girl and breathe on her right, Zoey has always sat somewhere comfortably around the middle. She’s never had to work especially hard for it, but it’s never completely snuck up on her, either. It must be the heat from the bathhouse getting to her, or the three hours of burning anticipation, or the almost-two weeks of not having both her girls in her arms.
Whatever. The point is: she’s never finished just from Mira putting her fingers in, before.
(OR, Zoey finishes too quickly; Mira and Rumi make her pay for it)
Bookmarked by coloursofnoise
08 Dec 2025
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Rumi tells Mira how much they love her to make her come.
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All of the sudden, Rumi was bombarded with thoughts of Zoey and her curves. She had always loved how Zoey had more cushioning than all of them, little white lines dancing across her ass and thighs, and how it was so easy to watch the skin dimple when they dug their fingers in. Rumi thought of those hips widening, Zoey’s breasts swelling, and her body softening and getting more of those mouthwatering stretch marks.
Especially on her stomach.
Bookmarked by coloursofnoise
25 Nov 2025
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put me together, thread and needle by FlyingFleshEater
Fandoms: KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
12 Jan 2026
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Everything about Mira is sharp. Her jaw. The slant of her eyes. The angle of her nose. Her eyebrows, shaped to death by her stylist. Her shoulders and knees and elbows. The hollow of her collar bones.
Her attitude. Her personality. Her words.
Sharp enough to slice, to wound, to maim. Too sharp to hold.
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Mira is feeling dysphoric. Rumi and Zoey say, "Not on our watch."Series
- Part 7 of leave what's heavy behind
Bookmarked by coloursofnoise
18 Jan 2026
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Sara sat next to him randomly one day the first week of classes, looked over at his notes, and said, “Oh sweet, you can help me.”
It was a one-hit KO. Del is helpful to a pathological degree. She must have smelled this on him. She must have also sensed that he hates guessing what someone wants from him, because she made it very clear– she wanted his notes. And then she wanted to study together. And then she called him one night from a frat party, ranting drunkenly about how her friends had abandoned her and there were creepy guys and before she’d even finished her sentence, Del had been outside and on his board.
// An anxious transmasc lesbian becomes the plaything of a bored party girl.
Bookmarked by coloursofnoise
30 Dec 2025