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Duck Prints Press Kinks Your October!

Love prompt-a-day challenges? So do we, which is why we thought it would be fun to put together our own Kinktober list – assembled collaboratively with input from interested Duck Prints Press contributors. And now here we are! Welcome to the Duck Prints Press Kinks-Your-Tober challenge – 31 days of prompts, three prompts per day, loads of horny ideas there for the taking!

This is a rules-light challenge with no minimum word count or minimum art amount or whatnot. We’re kinking up your October, so anything goes! Pick one prompt per day or mix-and-match all three. Create fiction, art, graphics, playlists, or whatever else floats your boat. Fanworks or original works welcome. Combine our list with other October lists or don’t. Anything goes!! The only thing we won’t tolerate? Intolerance: no kinkshaming, shipshaming, fandom hate, etc.

We’re not reblogging or boosting works; this is a lowkey, for-fun challenge for y’all and for us. But, if you post your accurately tagged work to AO3, we encourage you to add it to the Kinks-Your-Tober 2024 collection.

Also, feel free to come hang with us on our Book Lover’s Server!

HAPPY KINKING, Y’ALL!

Full list in text form (read more):

Oct. 1: breathplay – sentient creature bestiality – collars Oct. 2: incubus/succubus – heat sex – breast worship Oct. 3: wax play – stone top – wartenberg wheel Oct. 4: xenophilia – human furniture – tailfucking Oct. 5: somnophilia – roleplaying – piercings Oct. 6: age play – oviposition – rough sex Oct. 7: nipple orgasm – suspension bondage – wireplay Oct. 8: service top – watersports – clothing kink Oct. 9: public use – tentacles – breeding kink Oct. 10: pervertable – come inflation – cigar/ash play Oct. 11: pet play – consensual non-consent – hair kink Oct. 12: knifeplay – mutual masturbation – sensation play Oct. 13: praise kink – fucking machine – wing kink Oct. 14: ice play – magical healing dick – safeword use Oct. 15: boot worship – clit/cock warming – melolagnia Oct. 16: biting – cock-and-ball torture – rut sex Oct. 17: sex work – size kink – hand/finger kink Oct. 18: exhibitionism – face sitting – underwater sex Oct. 19: blood play – vaginal/anal plug – merpeople Oct. 20: belly bulge – chastity – figging Oct. 21: objectification – voice kink – first time Oct. 22: lingerie kink – dollification – fisting Oct. 23: fire play – pampering – self-cest Oct. 24: handcuffs – hemipenes/hemiclits – glory hole Oct. 25: voyeurism – double penetration – S&M Oct. 26: lacatation – orgasm delay or denial – kneeling Oct. 27: overstimulation – dry humping – android/cyborg Oct. 28: dendrophilia – creature shifter – impact play Oct. 29: public sex – omorashi – electrical play Oct. 30: sex pollen – cunnilingus/blow job – humiliation Oct. 31: sex toys – power bottom – knotting

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touch-starvation needs to be written with emphasis on the starving part. you are hungry to be touched. so hungry that even the very taste of it makes you nauseous. it has been long since anything has ever touched you, ever fed you - that your body has grown more used to that gnawing emptiness more than anything else. it's better for you to be held, to eat but it makes you sick to try. you know

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So... I found this and now it keeps coming to mind. You hear about "life-changing writing advice" all the time and usually its really not—but honestly this is it man.

I'm going to try it.

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Heard a Swedish pop song that basically went "I can't live with you, why do I die without you?" and my brain went off on tangents (exchange 'I, you, we' for XYZ characters);

We do nothing but fight when we're together, but I can't fuck anyone else without thinking about you. (basic)

Or, we do nothing but fight when we're together, but I can't fuck anyone else without dying. You're apparently the only one who can feed/energize/reanimate me (incubus/succubus/demonic/vampire/droid etc)

Why when we can't stand being near each other, why do I keep dying (Groundhog day? Immortals/Old Guard?) without you?

We hate each other, but (in dystopian universe?) I can't survive without you.

You're my coworker/partner and my right hand, but we can't move forward (against regs?) but I can't give you up. Stalemate and pining.

We can't live with each other or you'll end up eating me, or I'll kill us both metaphorically so you can only eat the rude and I'll have shed my previous self (☕) and be fine dining at your table (Hannibal)

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Saghi Ghahraman, tr. by Niloufar Talebi, from Belonging: New Poetry by Iranians Around the World; "I hang myself"

[Text ID: “I lie down on my wounds”]

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So sick of dog motif what about cat motif.

I love you but we don't love the same. I can't be near you when you want me to be. Your love is smothering and your need to keep me safe is trapping me. I'm my own person but I don't know how to show you that. I lash out and hurt you even though I don't mean to. I need you to move slowly around me or I'll bolt. I love you, even though I don't say it. If you stay still I'll sit next to you, and even though we don't understand each other we can be together like that.

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Camille Leprince (2023)

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Have you ever been ghosted by a close friend?

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thinking about how the word "haunt" can act as a synonym for both "pursuit" and "dwelling"

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Art by Essi Välimäki

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Tory Adkisson, "Anecdote of the Pig"

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Speeches for Doctor Frankenstein by Margaret Atwood

V)

I was insane with skill:

I made you perfect.

I should have chosen instead

to curl you small as a seed,

trusted beginnings. Now I wince

before this plateful of results:

core and rind, the flesh between

already turning rotten.

I stand in the presence

of the destroyed god:

a rubble of tendons,

knuckles, and raw sinews.

Knowing that the work is mine

how can I love you?

These archives of potential

time exude fear like a smell

X)

The creature, his arctic hackles

bristling spreads

over the dark ceiling,

his paws on the horizons,

rolling the world like a snowball.

He glows and says:

Doctor, my shadow

shivering on the table,

you dangle a leash

of your own longing;

your need grows teeth.

You sliced me loose

and said it was

Creation. I could feel the knife.

Now you would like to heal

that chasm in your side,

but I recede. I prowl.

I will not come when you call

Source: x, x

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January 2022 — Brendon Burton

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Nevada/Kansas — Brendon Burton