#Orgasmic October

[okiedokrie]

INFERNO

Summary: The witch trials are in full swing, the church ordered for all witches to be burned at the stake. From morning until the night, you pray for those who turned their back against God. But a knock at your door startled you, the church, in desparation, accused you of witchcraft. Only then did you realize that your God has long forsaken you. Now, you make a deal with the Devil.

Characters/Pairing(s): Demon!Joshua X F!Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Horror

AUs/Trope info: Demon!AU, Contract Relationship

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: References to witch trials, religious terminologies, literally talking about giving birth to the anti-christ, killing everyone (im being serious), (smut warnings under the cut)

Rating: 18+

A/N: Dedicated to the ji to my han @nebulousbrainsoup

Smut Warnings: oral (f receiving), slight overstim, taking virginity, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie,

"Halt! You are being seized by the church. You will now confess all your transgressions to the light of the lord." The knights of the holy empire called out to you, that the one day you left the church to purchase food was the day you got accused of dark arts before your peers.

"Wretched witch, pay the price of your sins with blood and tears. Your crimes against our lord will not go unpunished. Come to the break of dawn in a fortnight, you shall burn at the stake as you will in hell."

The metal of the constraints dug into your skin, you aren't sure if the metallic scent in the air was rust, or blood, you couldn't hear the screams of those being tortured over the ringing of your own ears. You pray, this time for your own salvation; but seven days have passed and your god has not come to save you.

Whether it was desperation or disappointment, you couldn't tell. But something pulled you, so magnetic, the darkness that surrounded you was promising vengeance.

The sky grew dark as it was clouded in a tint of red as if the heavens bled for you, but your back is against them now, no god is here to save you.

"A soul most pure, intriguing, very intriguing." A layered voice said, it whispered, screamed, groaned, and moaned. You knew exactly who this was, the lord of darkness himself.

"Tell me, after devoting your life to your God, why have you come to beg for my mercy?" The shadows started to condense, each word was also a step towards you, the shadow now vaguely resembling the figure of a man.

"I beg of you, lord of darkness, spare me mercy for my God has forsaken me, give me salvation, and I will then devote my every hour to you, waking or not." You beg as you fall onto your knees, your skin breaking against the cold stone floor as your nails drag across the dirty floor, the grime building as filth under your nails.

He chuckles, "Let me make one thing clear, you call yourself a devotee, but when you are on the stage that is life, you are first and foremost, an actor." The voice echoed in the chamber you were a prisoner in, and the click of his heeled shoes ticked like a clock, "Good actors hone their craft, to captivate the audience. You may act like a devoted follower of the good lord, but you were promised to be mine. My mother of demons.”

He continued, voices condensing into a sound more fathomable, but still as sinister. “There is a seed of darkness in your purest of souls, feeding on the last of the purity in you. All I have to do is nurture it, and you will be mine.”

The darkness ripples and cracks around you, the air becoming hot, the smell of lightning invades your senses, overbearing, overpowering the reality you were accustomed to.

The voice speaks again, swirling into a deep masculine voice. His voice becoming more palatable to your much too human ears, you mind is no longer straining to comprehend the horror of his diction, “Which is why I will offer you a contract. Give what is most pure of you to me, and I shall protect you, give you the power to burn this earth to the ground, return them to me, and I will promise you a life of bliss by my side."

He steps into the dim red light, you see him now, a man dressed in a black suite that was much too modern for your time, his glowing amber eyes pierced your very heart as the smirk on his plump lips bared his fangs to you. His hand is outstretched to you, black lacquered nails and a glowing purple glyph etched onto the palm of his skin.

"Come now, won't you shake a poor sinner's hand?"

You jump from your place on the floor, grasping his hand, and with a firm shake, you say, "I do, I promise to answer your every beck and call, I will serve you, my lord."

You feel the mark on his palm burn onto yours, the pain was insurmountable, like all the ends of your nerves were burning, pain that you could feel in the very core of your being, but then, bliss.

The contract has been signed, the seal now is to take your purity.

Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti, beatae Mariae semper virgini, beato Michaeli archangelo, sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis, quia peccavi nimis.

The cathedral bells ring ominously, and a dark red tint paints the sky to warn the people below the heavens that the devil has taken hold of another poor, unfortunate soul.

The choir sang as the church bells rang, another soul lost to the dark hands of the devil. A path of sin paved with blood, sweat, and tears. Solemn was the tone of the town, a young maiden of the nobility embraced the devil himself, lost in his sweet kiss.

You embraced him, your body, mind, and soul now his. In every sense of the word, you gave your life to him. The people mourned and wept for you, their hearts heavy with the weight of this stain, this sin you left for them to bear as you will live forever in the dark bliss of the devil's tongue.

He kissed you passionately, his black heart almost beating for you, cold hands held you delicately, as if the slightest touch would break you, he laid you on the sheet that acted as your bed in this cell.

He trailed his hands slowly, starting from your knees to your thighs, the way his palms ghosted over your skin made goosebumps rise, he hooks his fingers to your draws, pulling the garment from under your skirt and discarding it to an unknown corner of the cell.

He stares down at your heat, golden eyes in a heated stare with your wet pussy, a flower yet to be plucked, dripping with golden honey as the lord of darkness blew the cold air into it.

He placed a delicate kiss to your knee, he was much more delicate than what you’d expect the lord of darkness’s intimate manner would be, trailing equally soft kissed down the length of your thigh to the apex of them, your sex clenching in anticipation.

His forked, long tongue licked a stripe across your heat, collecting your sweet essence on his tongue, he groaned at the contact to your velvet flesh, reveling in the feeling of unbridled lust.

You throw your head back, a coil in your stomach was starting to form was the lord worked his tongue around your folds, stopping occasionally to suckle on your clit, you thread your fingers in his hair, pushing his head closer to your heat in a desperate attempt for more friction.

He continued this gentle but dizzying pace with one goal on his mind, to taste the first and last time this flower tasted so sweet. The coil in your stomach was tightening almost painfully, the pleasure was insurmountable, pressure was building in a way that you never experienced before.

Then the coil snapped.

You throw your head back in a silent scream, your body shivering from the impact of such a powerful orgasm, he continues his ministrations on your heat, only this time avoiding your clit.

He licked your essence off his lips, he discarded his pants somewhere along the time he was between your legs, his firm hands took your legs and threw them over his shoulder, you catch his shoulder,

"Wait!" You plead, "my lord, your name, please give me your name." you say, the dark lord stared at you, but only for a moment.

He stares into your eyes, his amber gaze burning into your memory before he speaks again. "Joshua. Joshua would be more suitable for your human tongue." He said, as he finally entered you.

"Joshua-!" you gasp out, the stretch of his girth deliciously burned, his hard cock dragging into your heat with just friction that it didn't matter how wet you already were.

He rolls his hips in a slow and steady pace, taking in every new expression on your face and sound that you make. He bit his lip, holding back his own noises to savor the sweet sounds falling freely from your lips.

He picks his pace up after he notices you relax more, the force that his hips meet yours made your body rock upwards, shaking from the pressure that was rubbing against your walls.

"I'll breed you, your body, mind, and soul, all mine for the rest of time. I'll plant my seed into you, you'll bare the devil's children, mother of demons. My whore for all eternity." He breathed out, ragged from the force he was thrusting into you, you could only feel the rapid thumping of your heart over the ringing in your ears, your head was pleasantly empty, the only thoughts in your head was the delicious drag of his cock into you.

"Oh- Joshua-! It feels so good, oh- I feel it-!" You moan out, although you aren't sure if that's exactly what you said, for all you know, it could've just been babbling noises.

"Yes, cum around my cock, cream on it and milk it for it for all it's worth." he groans out, clearly also close to his release, his grip on your hips, dark talons digging into the skin and drawing blood.

Another coil snaps in you, this time, much more powerful. You can fill a surge of dark power being absorbed into you at the same time Joshua spills his seed into you, this dark force was hot, it felt like you had the power of a god swirling inside of you.

Out of breathe, Joshua looks at you, "by the break of dawn, you will no longer be human. Let the sleep take you, my dear, for the next time you awaken, your final waking place will be all of the new world. I promise you that."

He said as he placed a searing kiss to your forehead.

By the time the sun rose again, all the strength you had lost from being imprisoned here had not only returned to you, but you were now stronger, the dark flame burning under your skin fueled your anger, and an unholy boiling boils beneath the surface.

The cell, the dungeon, all the king's men, all the king's subjects, and the king himself, will not escape your inferno.

The only throne left standing is the one where Joshua sits, ruling over the sinners of the old world with you by his side.

[thixcy]

[libradoodle1]

In Love and War | A Jonerys Assassins AU

Summary: Former lovers and rival assassins, Jon and Daenerys parted two years ago with an agreement to stay on opposite sides of the Narrow Sea. Westeros belonged to him and Essos was hers.

That promise goes up in flames when Daenerys shows up on Jon's turf. With the biggest assignment of their careers hanging on the line, it's a fight to see who will emerge victorious when the only rule is, there are no rules.

All's fair in love and war...

Read it here on AO3

Written for Jonerys Orgasmic October 2024 @snowxstormworld

Day 3 Prompt: I hate you! And I love you!

A gift for my bestie @jellybeanficwriter . Happy Birthday 🎉🥳

You are one of my favorite people and if we lived closer I'd come over and kidnap you so we could spend a whole day getting spa treatments and pretending to enjoy lemon water and alfalfa sprouts on a bed of lettuce topped with a dollop of our tears. Then I'd take you out for some real food and drinks afterward. But since you have to live so far away from me, have some Jonerys porn instead. Love you 😘

[littledancer9]

Jonerys Orgasmic October 2024 💋

Day 5: Trick or treat, give me something good to eat…

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Nothing tastes

As sweet as you

Enjoy a little drabble I wrote in about ten minutes at @libradoodle1's encouragement before posting, because I didn't have time for a full-fledged fic, but these moodboards deserve to be seen.

Butterflies swirled in her chest and throat as she reached a shaking hand to his plump lips. Barely parted, hot breath with traces of champagne lingered between them, silence clicking in her ears. Dark eyes behind thick lashes flickered from her own to her outstretched fingers. And in a moment, a blink, the foreboding trepidation that had followed them since she climbed in his passenger seat was gone. His hand cupped the base of her neck, hairsprayed and teased curls tangling between his knuckles as he pulled her closer. She stumbled across the bed on her knees, scraping her fingers behind his ear for purchase as he broke down the wall between them with a savage kiss. Teeth and tongue, champagne and cherry sweetness exchanged between them, too far gone to feel the tingling pain of the other pulling their hair. A man she thought marble and stone, now warm and pliant, but still oh so hard, beneath her curious touch.  “Jon,” she panted, licking her lips, eyes racing in the dark. “We said we wouldn’t.” The tension in his hand gnarled in her hair released, blood rushing back to her scalp. “Shouldn’t and wouldn’t are very different things. Which is it for you?”

Thanks to @snowxstormworld for hosting another fabulous event! Hope everyone else is enjoying Christmas in October as much as I am!

Posted on AO3 if you want to share some love!

[girlwithakiwi]

tomorrow's wind, if it be wild

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV) Relationships: Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen

Summary:

“I think,” she finally says, “that I wouldn’t have it any other way. I like this version of you, Jon. I like this version of me. Yes, there are some things about each of us that are never going to change. But then you wouldn’t be the stubborn man I’ve come to love. And I don’t think I’d be the woman you asked to marry you.” She gives him a long look. “Unless you do wish I was someone else? Let me know now before I start shopping for a wedding dress.” He laughs. “I want you,” he confirms. “I just…” He trails off. Dany smiles. “You have me. Whatever else there is…we’ll deal with it.” • Daenerys and Jon have come a long way since a snowstorm brought them crashing back into each other's lives again. And if there's one thing they've learned, it's that anything worth having is worth fighting for. (Questionable tastes in overpriced lattes aside.)

[fierypen37]

[snowxstormworld]

🧡🖤Jonerys ORGASMIC OCTOBER 2024🖤🧡

CREATURES IN HEAVEN

by @likexporcelain

[leesielex]

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Summary: Jon and Robb are investigating Daenerys and trying to figure out the best way to complete their mission. They finally catch a break, capturing a member of her guard, and Jon has hope he can finally get some answers on the intense attraction he feels towards Dany. But it turns out they weren't the only ones with tricks up their sleeves.

Preview: Yet again he had woken in a daze, his eyelids sticking together as he blinked in the dark, disoriented and wondering what was reality or dream. His brother’s worried face hovered over him, blurred at first, but becoming more clear with each waking moment. When Jon sat up with a groan, Robb rushed back a step to give him space to do so, squatting down to sit on a boulder.

They were back outside the city where their tent was hidden in between trees at the base of the sacred mountain that overlooked the Dothraki people.

“You alright?” Robb asked, reaching for a wineskin and handing it to him.

Jon took it, then recoiled at the ordinary human’s blood that filled it. That earned him a confused look from Robb, rightfully so. Vampires never turned down human blood once the aroma filled them, the frenzy starting at first sniff; even when one overindulges to the point they feel the uncomfortable slosh of their near bursting belly, they would drink it down greedily.

Instead, human blood smelled increasingly bland and unappetizing after each taste of her.

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[magalidragon]

unexpectedly mine | chapter 1: accidentally us

Decided to split this into two chapters! Enjoy my contribution to @snowxstormworld Jonerys Orgasmic October 2k24 event! This is for Day 2: “Stripping” prompt.

“Stop thinking!” Missandei shouted, dropping a white feather boa over her shoulders. “Here, you dropped this.”

“When did I get this?”

“I don’t know but it totally becomes you, now look alive!”

All the women were starting to go even more insane— if that was possible— the glowbands on wrists switching to blue and the lights dimming further, flicking to a moody blue. She heard something about ice and…

“Everyone get those winter coats out and bundle on up, we’re headed to the land of ice, and who else would greet us but…the King in the North!”

Oh…it was him.

Dany stared as the music shifted, moody and almost dark as the smoke thickened and lights flashed, everything all shadowy and fuzzy, and then…she gasped, a bright light suddenly landing on him, sitting in a throne, one foot up on the arm and the other stretched out in front of him, lazy and…bored.

She watched him, transfixed, as he used a huge sword he had in one hand to stand from his relaxed position. He wore a huge fur cape, which blocked any view of his body— for now. The music was pounding around her but she couldn’t make out the lyrics— something about fire and ice.

He moved slowly over the stage, staying away from the edges and the screaming women, and she followed him the entire time, almost unblinking.

[okiedokrie]

Orgasmic October Masterlist

Summary: Three different stories for October

Characters/Pairing(s): Joshua, Minghao, Jeonghan X F!Reader (Separately), OCs

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Crack, Horror

AUs/Trope info: Non-Idol!AU, Demon!AU, College!AU, Sugar Mommy!AU, Aged-up!AU, Muse!AU, Strangers to Lovers, Contract Relationship, Pregnancy, (More to list)

Total Word Count: TBA

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, references to witch trials, infidelity, individual warnings per story

Rating: 18+

A/N: This is a remaster of a series called Arousal August I've written before, repurposing the wips and stories for this year!

INFERNO

Summary: The witch trials are in full swing, the church ordered for all witches to be burned at the stake. From morning until the night, you pray for those who turned their back against God. But a knock at your door startled you, the church, in desparation, accused you of witchcraft. Only then did you realize that your God has long forsaken you. Now, you make a deal with the Devil.

Characters/Pairing(s): Demon!Joshua X F!Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Horror

AUs/Trope info: Demon!AU, Contract Relationship

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: References to witch trials, religious terminologies, oral (f receiving), slight overstim, taking virginity, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, literally talking about giving birth to the anti-christ, killing everyone (im being serious)

Rating: 18+

A/N: Dedicated to the ji to my han @nebulousbrainsoup

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High Infidelity

Summary: There are many different ways that you could kill the one you love, the slowest way is never loving them enough. So what happens when you find someone who was all too willing to give you thee attention you craved, you said you'd only dip your toes into the idea, and yet, you find yourself already drowning. The novel you've been writing has been in progress for the better half of two years now, your writer's block beating you up, and your husband hasn't shown you any sympathy. Maybe a visit to the art exhibit from this new artist would jog your creativity, but what happens when this new artist offers you more than just relief from your writer's block?

Characters/Pairing(s): Xu Minghao (The8) x F!Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

AUs/Trope info: Non-idol!AU, Aged-Up!AU, Right Person (not) Too Late

Word Count: 10.6k

Warnings: Infidelity, very inappropriate conversations with a married woman, afab!reader, wears dresses, lmk if i miss something!! (Smut warnings under the cut)

Rating: 18+

A/N: Already uploaded this like,,, a few months ago IUERGF

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Sugar? Yes, please!

Summary: "Fuuu-" Jeonghan said as the email stared back at him, his scholarship didn't cover the last semester of his degree. "Should I get a sugar mommy?" He asks to himself, and you know what? Milfs. That's enough of a reason- oh yeah his scholarship too. But uh, his sugar mommy wants a baby in exchange for his tuition fee???

Characters/Pairing(s): College Student!Jeonghan X Sugar Mommy!F!Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Crack

AUs/Trope info: College!AU, Sugar Mommy!AU, Contract Relationship

Word Count: TBA

Warnings: References and depictions of pregnancy, bro discovered his breeding kink, Milfs, smut warnings TBA

Rating: 18+

A/N: -

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[littledancer9]

Unrung: Blue, Green & Violet All Over

@snowxstormworld Jonerys Orgasmic October 2023

Day 1: How do you want me?

Summary: Inspired by a class he's been taking at the community center with his Veteran's Support Group, Jon devises a surprise date for him and Dany that quickly becomes a colorful coming together.

An outtake from a future scene of my Zaddy!Jon fic, Unrung. Not necessary to read the original fic, if you're only looking for a smutty PWP.

“Are you going to paint me like one of your French girls, Jon?” she teased, turning into him with a smile radiating across her face. “Those lessons with your Veterans group must really be paying off.” He raised a brow at her. “Daenerys…” “I always knew you’d have a talent. You have a look that screams ‘secretly paints naked girls’.” He grabbed her jaw between his thumb and index finger, firm but not rough, raising her chin up to look at him. “Is that how you want to start this?” “No, Daddy,” she swallowed around a dry tongue. His leniency was waning. He’d gotten good at this game.

Read here on AO3!

[girlwithakiwi]

The cool air tastes of cinnamon rain and wine-dark night, prickling against her skin like a ghostly kiss. She lets out a long slow breath as he places a hand on the small of her back. The world tilts and she does not think it is because of the questionable combination of sky-high stilettos and her third (or fifth) shot of winter whiskey. "Tyrion won't be happy about it," Jon observes. She hears a smile in his voice, in that burr that she spent too long pretending she forgot. She gives him a look. "Tyrion," she declares, "can hang." And then she kisses him.

•

coming soon for @snowxstormworld's Jonerys Orgasmic October 2024, tomorrow's wind, if it be wild, part iii of the road trip series

[fierypen37]

[snowxstormworld]

MILE HIGH

[magalidragon]

wolf and flame | a witchy Jonerys Orgasmic October 2023 fic | day 7: witching hour

Here we go, I managed to get it in just before Halloween! This is for @snowxstormworld Jonerys Orgasmic October 2023, day 7: witching hour! Enjoy!

He reached into his cloak and removed a heavy piece of parchment, pushing it towards her with his gloved hand. She took it, flipping it open and staring at the ruins inked into the weathered pages. It was a map. A map she had been looking for, for ages. Her violet eyes flicked up to meet his piercing blue ones. “You found it?” she murmured. “In a way,” he answered vaguely. She opened her mouth to speak when her nose wrinkled, an odd scent permeating through the smoke, sweat, and ale-scented smog of the pub. It was a scent she had only smelled once in her life. The worst day of it. Wolf Her lips curled in a snarl; in the Stormlands, Drogon screeched, turning northward immediately to be at her side. The fire sang in her blood and she turned her fingers up, curling them, drawing the candle flames near to her. Except…this had something to it. It was cloaked. The wolf was trying to hide. She cocked her head, her violet eyes almost black, staring at Davis. “There’s a wolf here.” Davos smirked. “I hear there’s one in the Kingswood. The local children tell stories. They don’t go there.” “Wolves can’t survive long out of the North.” They were her mortal enemies. The ones who helped murder her family. She scanned the pub, but saw nothing out of the ordinary, until she paused, her gaze landing on a black cloaked figure standing at the bar. She narrowed her eyes, tapping her fingers on the table, fire burning through her skin, dancing from fingertip to fingertip. The person at the bar was magical, but she couldn't put her finger on why. The figure turned, glancing her direction, and for a brief second, she saw a pale face, dark beard, and piercing set of gray eyes before the figure disappeared into a throng of people who had just entered the pub. She sat straighter, one hand disappearing the map into her cloak, the other flicking her hood further over her silver hair; she had been here too long. There were some who were beginning to notice. This might be neutral territory for the likes of her, but Targaryens did not survive long in Westeros and it was best she get a move on. Davos tapped his fingers to his lips, smiling vaguely. "You might want to canvass the Kingswood, search for this mysterious wolf. The children refer to him as the Big Bad Wolf." "Well they're children, they're stupid." He shrugged, as if to give her that point. She didn’t like the fact that the wolf scent had been so powerful, but also so fleeting. She also didn’t like the fact she couldn’t tell what sort of magic the black-cloaked figure held. It probably didn’t matter; this city was a transit point for anyone seeking access to the greater part of Westeros. She nodded to Davos, standing swiftly in one move. “Davos.” He smiled again. “Search the Kingswood. You might find…something useful.”