#kinktober continues

[last-starry-sky]

kinktober day 9 - praise kink

soap x f!reader

[MDNI - NSFW - MIND THE WARNINGS: 900 words, established relationship, praise kink, dryhumping/kissing/touching but no actual sex.]

tag list (lmk if you'd like to be added!): @slut-lmao, @mishaglass

You’ve had a hunch about your boyfriend for a while. Not that you thought he would hide anything from you. You just think that even he doesn’t know about it. 

It first piqued in your mind the day you and Johnny moved in together. He had (thankfully) roped his army buddies into coming over to help the two of you. While you spent the day moving boxes into the correct rooms and getting a jump on unpacking, him and the three other big strong men had focused on the worst part: furniture. 

With a little swearing, most of the bigger pieces had made it out of the truck and up the stairs. It was his massive sofa that had given them the most trouble. What started with just him and Kyle trying to figure out how to geometrically even fit the pieces of the large sectional around the tight curves of the stairwell and through the tiny doorways, ended with the big guy with the mask - Simon, you believe - and Johnny doing the lifting and moving basically blind while John and Kyle formed a chain of choreographers to guide them home.

When the last piece was finally dropped in the living room, the guys gathered to give one another a quick, brotherly congratulations. You, however, had snuck up behind your boyfriend to wrap him a squeezing hug. You ignored the sweat pouring off of him, and any potential embarrassment with praising him in front of his guy friends to loudly tell him, “Wow, baby! You did it, and such a good job! I’m so proud.”

That had pulled a chuckle from the three other exhausted men. They had given him a little bit of grief with small comments about “happy wife, happy life” and the like. You didn’t give your poor boyfriend time to respond, peeling away to pull some refreshments out of the fridge now that their work was done. Maybe you should have, because by the time you returned, the blush hadn’t fallen from Johnny’s face and the gaze that followed you was positively predatory. 

It was smaller incidents after that. You would come home to the dishes or laundry done. Without even thinking you would peck a kiss on his cheek and drop a small bit of praise. “Good job, honey.” “Thanks, baby.” “Looks amazing!” It was never over the top, and you don’t remember using it all that much. When you did, though, he absolutely acted different afterward. If you praised him for washing the dishes, you never came home to so much as a dirty fork again. Everything was washed, dried, and in military order. He even scrubbed down the sink. 

Weird, you thought at the time, but nothing out of the ordinary. It always took a while for couples to adjust to living together, finding out who was better suited to which chores and what-not. Johnny tended to have more time on his hands than you anyway, especially when on leave. 

No, what made you double take was how he seemed to come to expect it. You nearly ran into him while rushing out of the bathroom. You were just trying to get to work on time, but your beloved Johnny had stopped you, catching your attention to ask if you had noticed how clean the tiles in the shower were. 

“Yes, Johnny,” you had said, subconsciously pulling him down to your level with a wrap of your arms around his shoulders, your lips already pursed in a kiss. “Very clean. You did a good job.”

It was the groan that rumbled in his chest that caught you off guard. Sure, he was like that when you two were intimate, but just thanking him for doing chores? It wormed into your brain as you pulled away, giving a quick excuse that you had to leave for work. You thought about it your whole commute, all day long, and even on your ride home. As you slipped into bed next to his sleeping form, the thought you wrestled over all day had fully taken root, blooming into a terrible, terrible idea. 

Maybe you could use his desires to your advantage.

It didn’t take long for an opportunity to present itself. Johnny woke you up the next morning with a whine and roll of his hips, erection jutting into your ass. Instead of shooing him away and insisting you needed to at least brush your teeth like you usually did, you let him continue. He turned you on your back, warm hands running up your ribs while kissing your neck. A smile spread across your face. Oh, you did like that. 

“Baby,” you moaned, arching into his kisses, “Feels so good.”

You weren’t sure what to expect. If, maybe, it wouldn’t be enough praise or his brain wasn’t fully awake for you to take advantage. He answered your question with a groan and another roll of his hips, mouth opening to nip at your pulse. His fingers itching upward had you sighing out to him again.

“Make me feel so good,” you whined. And, like he was expecting it, as soon as the words left your lips he was rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tearing a sudden, “Johnny!” from you.

“Drive me wild with that shit,” he huffed, pressing a muscled thigh between your legs, giving you something to rut against while rolling up against your hip. 

“Talking?” you asked in a fucked-out drawl. Your brain was melting all too quickly into pleasure, not even having to play stupid.

“Tellin’ me what you like. When I do good,” he said breaking away from your neck to spread sloppy kisses across your jaw to your lips. The fingers on your nipple rolled and pinched, sending a spike of pleasure through you that had you shouting and shaking. “Keep going,” he sighed against your lips. “Please?”

[verbenaa]

snippet sunday 😈

thank you to @elinorbard for tagging meeeee you're the best 💖

hello and happy kinktober. I'm behind on my fics for this month but worry not, for I am 100% COOKING. here's a snippet from one of them 🥵

tagginggggg @khywren @xxnashiraxx @inkymoonbunny @roguishcat @ladyduellist @justabiteofspite @preciouslittlebhaalbae @eraserspiral and anyone else to post something if you want to ✨💖!!!

[moonlight-prose]

ahh hello lovely!! Your Sinful Soiree is gorgeous and looks so fun! So excited to read what you make for it.

And would love to send something in! I think about your kinktober Obi-Wan all the time, would love to please request something for him + this prompt: “shh. there’s people in the other room.”

Hope you have a great day! 💖💕

SWEETENED CRAVINGS

a/n: so i sat on this for a bit trying to find the inspo for obi-wan again. but i seriously didn't expect to get it back to this degree. i wrote this quickly and possibly not even paying attention to what i was putting on the paper because my mind was going a mile a minute. so this is probably extremely messy, but i hope you enjoy it darling. (also thank you for reigniting my love for this man. i am now swooning again).

summary: "he’d want the last thing he ever heard to be the sound of you tipping over the edge, falling into a bliss you both craved."

word count: 1.6k+

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, bad explanation of the force, cumplay, cumeating, obi-wan being a tease, possible exhibitionism (if you squint with a magnifying glass).

If you could scream, you would. You would allow every sound you pushed down, every whimper you bit back, free. In fact you wanted to hear it echo around you. Until he went deaf with it. Although knowing him, he’d want that too. He’d want the last thing he ever heard to be the sound of you tipping over the edge, falling into a bliss you both craved.

“F-Fuck. Obi—” Your head fell back against the wall behind you, nails digging into the rough fabric of his robes.

His eyes met yours, the brilliant blue still stealing your breath after so many months of seeing them like this. Darkened with a lust that reverberated through your entire body. A feeling unlike any other. When in fact it was you that showed it to him first. You who got to watch as he discovered what real pleasure felt like—what it did to his psyche.

“I know darling,” he whispered, his lips glistening in you.

One hand gripped your leg that was slung over his shoulder, the other focused on prolonging every little sensation that coursed through you. His fingers curled, brushing against a spot that he always found with astounding accuracy every time. And he watched—a small smile playing on his lips—as you nearly crumpled in on yourself. A sharp gasp leaving your mouth.

“I can’t…” Oh but you wanted to. You wanted to dig your hands into his hair and drag him back to your cunt that practically pulsed with each shift of his hand. You needed to fall off that cliff.

“Yes,” he said, his voice slipping into a tone you were rather familiar with. A demand that only came from a general in war. “You will.”

Nodding without another thought on the matter, you felt his tongue slip back through your folds. A sound clawed up the back of your throat as heat filled your stomach, spreading to the very tips of your fingers. But you fought against it. Did whatever you could to hold it back in your chest. Except then he sucked your clit into his mouth, a soft moan reverberating through your entire body.

A cry tore from your throat, your thighs shaking in his grip. You were right there. And you tried to drag it closer, allowing it to fill your entire being with that white hot burn you loved. You craved it. Desperately needed the sweetness that only he could give to spread along your tongue, but you felt it began to fade. Whatever licked hotly at the edge, sunk back into the darkness.

“No,” you gasped. “No, please. Please I want to—”

He rose to his feet, his hand covering your mouth with fingers that were still covered in your slick. “I know. I know what you want.”

A muffled whine echoed beneath his palm. You hoped that the sound would spur him on; show him how much you needed him to continue. Yet it only made him smile. A light in his eyes that told you he wasn’t done with you yet. Far from it.

Shuffling with one hand, he pulled at his robes with a speed that suggested he wasn’t as calm and collected as you expected him to be. In fact, seeing you like this—tasting you on his tongue—drove him to the brink of a madness he could no longer deny. A state of being he’d happily settle in permanently.

He gripped your leg, hooking it around his hip as the firm head of his cock swiped through your folds. Sending a shiver through your entire body. A broken moan escaping you. He nudged at your clit, his hot breath panting across your skin, and you nearly told him to get it over with. To finally give you what you both wanted. But the feeling of him sinking into you completely, until his hips met yours, sent your head flying back. A ragged cry slipping free.

“Darling,” he grunted, his forehead falling against your temple, eyes squeezed shut.

You couldn’t even get coherent words out, a muffled sound coming out louder than you intended. That only made him press his hand down harder, his lips coming up to your ear, the soft grunt he let out shaking your entire being.

“Shh. There’s people in the other room.” He kissed the spot beneath your ear that sent a shiver down your spine. “I need you to be quiet for me. Can you do that? Can you be good?”

You’d go out onto a fucking battlefield with no weapons at this point. As long as he continued with whatever he had planned. Obi-Wan controlled your entire being, bending you to his will, and you happily allowed it. What more could you want? When he held you like the most precious thing in the galaxy; when he looked at you like you were his north star. His eternal light in the battle against darkness.

Nodding, you felt him pull out slightly, only to press back in with a stunted thrust that had his head falling forward. Neither of you would last very long—not with the prospect of possibly getting caught hanging over your heads. Whichever of you thought fucking in the Jedi Temple was a good idea was certainly not thinking about the consequences.

“So tight,” he gasped, his other hand pulling your leg up higher, allowing him to sink in a bit deeper.

His body shook, teeth digging into his bottom lip, as he realized just how quickly this would be over. Obi-Wan—though a little more experienced than last time—still found himself unable to hold on at times. Not when your walls were so tight around his cock. Each flutter sending him a little higher, the self control he prided himself on, slipping further and further away.

“I’ve got you.”

Another short stunted thrust caused your hips to hit the wall softly, but it did exactly what you needed. His cock pressed against that blinding spot that had your eyes welling up with tears. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, eyes rolling back as the release he had built up suddenly came roaring back.

“So fucking perfect,” he muttered, his speed quickening to chase that feeling he felt build up in the base of his spine. “So good for me darling.”

A whimper was pressed into his palm, your hips canting up to match his thrusts with weak movements.

“I’ve got you.” He gasped, his forehead falling to yours. “I want to feel it. Please. I need it.”

He slammed into you, feeling your cunt clamp down around him as you clawed at his back. Ripping his hand away, his lips pressed against yours, swallowing every sound you made and giving you his in return. He grunted with each thrust, your slick coating the coarse hair at the base of his cock and giving him a chance to perfectly grind against your clit.

“I-” You pulled away, a string of spit connecting your lips together. “I’m—oh—”

 “Yes,” he panted, his tongue sliding against yours, hand moving down to grip your hip. “Let me feel you.”

One final grind of his hips against yours sent the wave of bliss you’d been grasping for through you. A sob of his name was swallowed by his fervent kiss, your spine arching until you were pressed fully into him. Something burst forward, enveloping him whole, and it was only when he shuddered finally reaching his own peak, did you realize it was you.

A bright light of a feeling you could only define as purely Obi-Wan shoved into your body, sending you higher than before. He cried into your mouth, his hand slapping against the wall beside your head as he shook, sinking into the heat of the Force that you drowned him in.

“Fuck,” you sighed when you finally began to come down, your head spinning from the high that still lingered in your body. Sparking up and down your spine.

He chuckled, remaining as close to you as possible, even as his cock softened inside you. “I believe we got a bit carried away.”

You smiled, cupping the back of his neck. “So much for being quiet.”

“I can come up with an explanation for the noise.”

You scoffed. “And what pray tell is this explanation? I apologize for the noise but I couldn’t stop myself from eating out my lover in an empty room.”

His cheeks stained red until it crept up to his ears. “Something of the sort.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I’d much rather prefer the term intelligent.”

You laughed, feeling his lips press against your neck, his own smile curving against your skin. “Whatever you say General Kenobi.”

A soft growl echoed in his chest at the sound of you using his title, his teeth digging into your throat. You sighed softly at the feeling of his cock twitching in curiosity, the knowledge that you wouldn’t be leaving this room any time soon now dawning on you.

“Say it again,” he murmured, his hips pushing forward, eliciting a high keening moan from your throat.

“G-General—” His thumb spread the mixture of your cum along your swollen clit, pressing down until your hips jerked forward—painful sparks shooting up your body.

“Good girl.” A wide smile curved on his mouth, the thumb that had been against your clit, now running along your bottom lip, opening you up. “Now.” He moaned at the feel of your tongue against his finger. “Where was I?”

[dddrunkderella]

kinktober day 7: monsterfucking, more like monsterCUCKING- [gets hit with thunderbolts]

full view on poipiku!!

(extra rambles under the cut)

so in the process of drawing this i ended up getting really into the idea that clive's idea of recreation during his time with the Bastards is to 'fraternize' with the sanbrequois dragon population

so in this he's essentially hooking up with an old acquaintence LMAO

sorry cid this clive sometimes gets hungry for a different dick (and having more than one...)

[chickycherrycola]

snippet sunday 🌙

julycanthropy marches on 🐺 @mellancholy-morose shared some top tier werewolf spice for snippet sunday today so OF COURSE i have to share some wolfy words of my own! 🔥 another snippet from the piece I featured last week, the sequel to the beast you've made of me:

“Maka,” he rasps, his voice thick and tongue heavy in his mouth. “What–” He takes her hands in his, his clawed, grotesque fingers curling around her thin wrists and thoroughly dwarfing them. He's well-practiced in controlling the wolf - controlling himself– around her now; he has to be. “What exactly are you doing?” There's grime on her cheeks, dirt on her chin, blood on her split lip as she looks at him, as green eyes peer up at him through long lashes. She's never looked prettier.  “You know fighting makes me horny.”

Heheheh, i'm ngl - this one-shot has completely consumed my creative brain ever since I started working on it last week. I can't wait to share it with you all in October!

Tagging @toweroftunes @silluuuu and @marshofsleep, if y'all wanna share your lovely words! and those of y'all doing reverb, i am cheering for you and hyping you up endlessly 💪🙌

[fourgods-nobrakes]

13. Aftercare - Abelard/Heinrix

Heinrix spits fire all through the sex, keeping his wry expression in place and seeming entirely assured. But within seconds after he comes, he starts to tremble, and then his face goes stony as the temperature plummets.

"You don't need that," Abelard says. He wraps his arms around Heinrix's tense frame and pulls him closer. "You can leave your guard down for a little while."

Heinrix looks more lost than he has in front of any horror they've faced. "I don't have that luxury," he protests, but he stays put, and the air slowly thaws as Abelard strokes his hair.

[osamusriceballs]

The Taste of Love

Kuroo x fem reader

Warnings: NSFW

Words: ~ 1k

About: A one night stand with Kuroo~

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"Shhh, I got you."

A whimper gets suck in the back of your throat while he shushes you with a sweet kiss- a kiss so sweet, it hardly matches the vibe of his actions prior.

And as he said- he got you. He brings your legs to his shoulders, effectively hitting deeper with that simple action, and all you can do is mewl and purr while he slowly pushes his cock deeper than he did before.

"S' good-" you grab his messy, raven hair- that has looked messy and bedridden ever since you met him to your defense and grab the stands softly, surprised by how soft they actually feel. Did he not put any product in it? Does it naturally look that way?

Your thoughts get distracted by his grin- his lazy grin that has a cat-like energy that makes you fold for him on the inside. "Tell me how good I make you feel. Tell me all the details, sweetheart." He slows down his movements, allowing you to catch your breath and his hand comes to your cheek to caress it softly- almost lovingly. Your eyes widen when you realize that he wants you to be vocal- in a way that no one has ever asked you to be vocal. "C'mon, sweetheart, don't be shy on me. Not when I'm buried balls deep in your pretty little pussy."

You're clenching around him. Hard. A shameless soft moan leaves your lips, and you rake your nails against his back, leaving a few marks for sure. "It feels good- feel so full, so much-" you feel embarrassed at how breathy the words leave your lips, but his grin intensifies, and he starts to move a little faster again. "You're doing so well, taking me so well. Can you do me favor here, sweetheart? Can you hold back until I tell you to cum? Will you be a good girl for me and do what I tell you?"

You frantically nod your head at his words, the words "good girl" echoing through your head and making your pussy throb with need. His cock hits all the right spots within you, you can basically feel the veins along his cock, rubbing your insides and making the feeling even more pleasurable. "Tetsurou- you're filling me up so good, wanna feel you cum, want to feel full of you." You desperately cling onto his body, your legs trembling, but still safely rest on his shoulders, and you can feel his body tensing at your words.

"You're driving me crazy- so fuckin' hot- gonna fill you up, gonna make you feel so full, just for you, sweetheart-" his words are more of a groan, interrupted by his hard thrusts, and you feel tears in your eyes at the pleasure overwhelming you. Sweet praises leave his lips, that have you melting and shaking underneath him, your thighs tensing and making your ass arch into him, and he groans when he suddenly hits deeper than before. "That's it, sweetheart, cum for me, wanna feel you throb around me, just like that-"

Your hands cling to his body, holding onto him as if he was the only thing keeping you sane, and his name leaves your lips one last time before you arch your back up to him, and he reacts by pushing you down and keeping the pace of his hips, his eyes never leaving your face while you gasp for air and clench almost violently around him. "So hot, let go for me sweetheart, gonna cum with you," he shushes you when you whine from overstimulation, your clit pulsing and your walls throbbing around him, and that's when you feel him tensing and filling you up, sexy groans leaving his lips alongside with sweet praise.

A few moments pass like this, your bodies still interlocked closely, before he inhales deeply, his arms trembling as he leans back and brings his hands to your ankles to pull your legs slowly down. You moan weakly when you feel his cock slide out, dripping with a mixture of your arousal and his, probably staining the dark satin sheets on his bed that look pretty expensive, but he doesn't seem to care about that at all.

He smiles and you close your eyes when he leans down to press a kiss against your lips before he falls to the bed right next to you. "Come here, sweetheart." He opens his arms and wraps them around you, effectively pressing your powerless body against his. His face is just a few centimeters away from yours, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body and how the muscles of his arms around you still slightly shake. "How are your legs? I got a bit carried away, I'm sorry." He smiles sheepishly, a sudden softness in his eyes that makes butterflies erupt in your stomach.

"It's fine. I'll be a bit sore tomorrow though, but that's okay." You smile back, lost in his cat-like hazel eyes- it's hard to focus when he's this close to you with his attractive face and smelling like a seductive mixture of sex and his cologne. "A bit sore, huh? Seems like you'll have to stay here tomorrow, so that I can take care of that." His hand moves down your back, softly caressing your bare ass and then giving your thighs a a few soft strokes. "You want me to stay?" You raise a brow and look at him, and he lets out a small low chuckle. Kuroo closes the distance between your lips and kisses you sweetly again, making you shiver in his embrace.

"More than that. Want everything you're willing to give, sweetheart. And I'm gonna give you everything you're willing to take." His eyes are captivating while he's saying these words, his voice not wavering for a second, conveying his sincerity.

You only manage to nod and to whisper a small "yes" before his hand entangles in your hair and moves your head to the side to press another sweet kiss to your lips- a kiss that tastes like love.

[vixstarria]

Kinktober Day 22 - Hate Sex

For every day of the month of October I will be posting a little snippet following prompts listed in this post. Most of these will not be full fics, but rather short snippets, set-ups, and, in a few cases, copied bits and pieces of fics I have already published. But, if there is a lot of interest and feedback on any of the snippets, they might just evolve into full fics, so keep that in mind.

Disclaimer / TW: Some light choking

Shadowheart awoke to find a blade pressed against her neck, and a figure crouching over her, pinning her to her bedroll.

“You dove so deep into the wine it’s drowned your vigilance,” Lae’zel whispered from her position atop the cleric’s hips. “Careless.”

Shadowheart’s mind raced. There was nothing she could use as a weapon within reach. No spell would be faster than a swipe of the blade against her jugular. And there would be no interference from anyone else: the camp was silent save for Karlach’s snoring.

“You almost had me the other night, you know,” the gith continued. “Immobilised. Knife at my throat. Almost… I would be impressed, but ‘almost’ doesn’t count.”

“I should have killed you,” Shadowheart grated.

“One lesson a young githyanki learns is that they ought not draw a blade unless they intend to use it,” Lae’zel said, ignoring the cleric's outburst. “I intend to make use of mine.”

A small smirk appeared on Lae’zel’s face. Shadowheart stiffened as a hand with an iron grip replaced the dagger that had been held at her neck - cautionary in its firmness, but not tight enough to completely cut off air supply.

Why was Lae’zel wearing nought but her underharness..? That thought flashed in Shadowheart’s mind just as the gith deftly sliced through her shift and underwear and cast the remaining scraps aside. The dagger, which had, admittedly, now been used, was also discarded.

“It is considered good manners to thank one’s instructors at the conclusion of a lesson.”

Lae’zel continued to hover above her, waiting. Shadowheart’s heart pounded, the adrenaline rush which had taken over her body desperately seeking some form of release.

“Is it concluded already?” she asked, swallowing hard. “The lesson.”

Lae’zel’s smirk only broadened.

“It doesn’t have to be.”

My Kinktober masterlist and prompts post

[chibikyo]

I will be soon posting a masterlist forall my kinktober entires for 2023. Even though October is over, I'm determined to hit 31 entries and tentatively have planned out most of the remaining stories. This is what i have planned though i keep moving shot around and writing a inspiration stilled so do not hold me to this.

Day 22 - Bondage (Kenshi X F!Reader)

Day 23 - Sex Pollen (Havik x F!Reader)

Day 24 - noncon (Noob Saibot x F!Reader)

Day 25 - Edging (Kung Lao x Reader)

Day 26 -  Threesome+ (Earthrealm Gang x F!Reader)

Day 27 - DP-2-holes 

Day 28 - Cockbulge (Shao x M!Reader)

Day 29 - Virginity (Smoke x Reader)

Day 30 - Free Use (F!Reader x Lin Kuei [Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Tomas, Frost])

Day 31 - ?????

If anyone has ideas for day 27 (kharacter suggestions) or day 31 ( anything even if the link is a repeat) I'm not promising I'll use your ideas but i really need inspiration.

I've been trying to spread the love to as many characters as i can and I'm willing to write for any mk character (except meat please. Skin required)

Aside from skalet I've had no inspiration to write for female mk kharacter but will write male or female reader with female kharacters.

Send me an ask or comment on this post or send me a chat or go comment on AO3. I'm also on discord and have an MK thread with my friends to chat mk oc's which I'll be hopefully working on posting soon.

If you have an oc and an idea i can write it as kharacter/oc then change it to y/n when i post it and happy to share the original copy too. That's how I've written most of these just keeping descriptions generalizes XD

Anyway, happy so many people are enjoying my writing. Also if you send an ask and i don't reply for awhile it's likely cause I'm working on your ask not ignoring you and you can hit me up in chat if you really want to know. I have one molding in my inbox while i think of some ideas for it.

Lastly I've played mk since mk2 was out. In familiar with all entries, all lore, I'm like the wine aunt of mk history so when i say any kharacter i mean it. Been in the Fandom since i was 5 and my dad kicked my a** by spamming noob and kabal specials.

[jargyles]

GHOSTFACE!JANCY FIC FOR YA!

my rule for kinktober was to not have anything be over 1k but yall know how i get... i love them too much to shut up about em... its true.

also like i said its a scream au fic, the blood fearin gworls need not click but theres some social flops and jancy typical codependent vibes that r fun for the whole family

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

Kinktober 2023 - @gallavichthings Word-count: 800 words Bingo Squares: Hands, Choking Additional Tags: prison boyfriends, emotional sex, choking, light size kink, mickey gets existential about their future [ follow my cards ]

Summary: Tonight, when the lights go out in their cell, Mickey needs to shut his brain off. And he needs Ian’s hands to do it. 

[ read it on archive of our own ]

[sweetiesshortstories]

Imagine if the lights you saw dancing in the sky weren’t satellites, or a trick of reflections. What if those lights saw you watching in awe, and came back night after night just to see you? And if those lights that some called UFO’s, spaceships, alien visitors, did happen to hold beings, and one of those beings wanted to see you, would you want to see them back?

2600 word count

˜”°•.˜”°• If Stars Could Love •°”˜.•°”˜

I don’t know when they started, and I can’t recall when I first saw them. The lights in the sky. They started off far away over the mountains, and I would sit outside on the deck in the darkness just to watch. I didn’t want to record them, or upload them online, I didn’t want anyone to know; I wanted them to remain mine. A moment in the day that felt like peace. While my roommate slept, and while the world held no expectations for me, I could sit and watch a dance of stars.

I almost missed them after covering someone else’s shift. I was exhausted when I got home. My roommate and her boyfriend were kind enough to save me some of their dinner and after I ate, I fell asleep. Instantly.

When I awoke, I grabbed my phone and hissed a "shit". It was 2:37a. With sleep still in my eyes I fumbled from my bed, fighting with my blankets as they held on tightly. Once I pulled the sliding glass door open and stepped into the cold night, I saw the sky above the mountains, empty. My heart sank and it filled my stomach with pain. I turned to go back inside when over my shoulder a flicker caught my attention.

A singular light. Closer than I had ever seen. It glowed a faint pink, or purple. It swirled between hues and I was hypnotized.

My body felt electrified, my skin prickled, my heart fluttered, and I couldn’t catch my breath. My body was so warm despite the time of year and my lack of heavy clothing and shoes, the light filled me. The response from my body was foreign, and confusing. I should have been scared, that would’ve been normal.

But I was…enamored.

Full of excitement and want. Like an energy had invaded me and made a home deep inside to gain control. My body was humming with hunger, responding to touches I couldn't see the source of. My breasts felt heavier, my nipples ached, and I was painfully aware of the pulsing between my legs. The light grew brighter, and brighter, swallowing the world around me until it was only me lost in the brightness. The outline of the trees, the mountain line, the stars, all gone. The prickling on my skin had turned into a steady buzz emanating from my body, and my breathing quickened, my knees began to tremble until something inside of me erupted. A sound escaped my throat, and everything faded.

When I awoke, hours had passed. The sun was high in the sky and my roommate, Taylor was crouched over me with her forehead wrinkled in concern.

“What the hell happened? Are you ok?” She leaned back to give me room as I sat myself up, squinting my eyes against the morning light. Sweat peppered my forehead from the sun.

“I—I fell asleep after I ate, I guess.” I wiped my hand over my forehead and pushed my hair back before taking a deep breath and letting my shoulders fall.

I noticed her boyfriend on the deck, his brows also stitched in concern.

“Richard! What did you put in the spaghetti last night?” Taylor demanded as she stood and crossed her arms.

“Whoa!” He lifted his palms. “I put normal spaghetti shit in it. You think I’d try to poison us? Really?”

“Hey,” I pulled myself to my knees and gripped the wooden railing. “Guys I’m fine. Really! I fell asleep after working a double.”

“Did you remember to check her allergy list? We have to be careful when we share what we make with her.” Taylor pushed. Richie nodded and bent at the waist to help me stand. Taylor quickly rushed to my other side, and I couldn’t help but to laugh at them.

Once standing upright i flapped my hands at them.

“Seriously! I’m fine, dinner was so delicious it put me in a food coma. Work just…” I wrinkled my nose and walked inside the air conditioned home; Taylor and Richie followed, shutting the door behind them.

I made a fresh pot of coffee while we hung out in the kitchen and Taylor went over my allergies, in detail, again, to poor Richie.

He looked over at me as I pulled mugs from the cabinet, and I mouthed an apology. He smiled warmly and fixed his eyes, full of love and adoration, on Taylor. I filled our mugs.

My chest felt tight witnessing their love. As I poured coffee, my mind drifted off to my early morning and the angelic light.

Could it have been the same lights I had watched for weeks? Or was I just crazy? Losing my grip on reality. I glanced over at Taylor and Richie and observed how in sync they were with one another. A proposal would be coming soon. And while I was happy for them, I couldn’t help but to be sad for me.

How would I afford this place alone? Would I still see Taylor? Was I imagining an orgasmic extraterrestrial light because I masturbated too much, and my closest friend was happily monogamous? If I did imagine it, how did it feel so real?

Even standing in the kitchen clasping my hot mug of coffee, I could feel it. The heat and the electricity that had filled my essence. How could it be fake?

I didn't gain any clarity in the following days.

That night after I showered, I crawled under my thick comforter, promising myself I would dress and go outside. I wouldn't miss the lights, my lights. But at some point, I drifted off into a sleep and when I woke, I couldn't move.

I was stuck in a sleep paralysis, barely able to control my eyes. I tried to focus on the pictures on the walls, my dresser, but my lids were so heavy. In the corner I saw a shadow, a tall form, the darkness stretched to the ceiling. I wanted to panic. I felt it begin in my chest, but it faded almost immediately, and I felt the warm electricity from the night before.

The very same.

Even though it was only the second time I had felt it, it was already so familiar. My mind quieted and I immediately gave in. I was floating. I was alive. Every strand of hair on my head felt charged, I could feel touches swirling through the rivets of my fingerprints. I felt sensations on places I had never imagined. And just when I hit a stage of immense ecstasy, they were gone.

Night after night the shadow came to me, and I was unable to go to it.

Until I decided I had enough. I would catch this shadow. The shadow that came from the light.

I didn't know where to begin, but I did know how to be sneaky. That night, I stuffed clothes under my comforter and rearranged my pillows, then I hid myself in the closet. But...I woke up in my bed the next morning. I did it again, this time drinking coffee and energy drinks. Still, I ended up. In. My. Bed. I had about given up on catching the shadow, when another idea intruded into my mind. A dangerous idea. But I had to know for myself, this wasn't fake. That it was all real and I wasn't imagining a connection.

It was Friday and I had managed to get out of work on time, without being guilted into staying later. Taylor stayed at Richie's, and I had our quaint 2-bedroom home myself. I was nervous, I had been since I had come up with the idea. I was playing with fire thinking I could predict an unknown beings' reactions and response. But that didn't stop me.

I waited until 2:30a.

Living in the mountains not only meant a lack of neighbors but also a lack of light. When there was a new moon there was no chance of seeing anything at all. And on the deck, that's what I was greeted with. An intense, pitch, blackness. Slowly, the stars in the sky began to show as my eyes adjusted to the dark, and eagerly I waited, and stared.

A star glinted, catching my attention. It glimmered, and grew, and grew, bigger, brighter. Colors bgan to appear within the star, swirling. My breath caught and my heart leapt into my throat. It was the light, the same light. I couldn't waste the moment. I wanted to bask in the warmth, the peace, the bliss, but it seemed like this light could never get away from me fast enough. Though it liked me enough to keep coming back...

I swallowed and placed my hand on the wall that the railing was connected to, and quickly I set one foot up and pushed myself a top. It wasn't hard to balance on the railing, even as the light grew brighter, blinding me. My heart thudded, painfully. My ribs were thrumming, and my body was tense with trepidation. I heard a sound, deep, like a machine. It groaned out to me, almost as if it were upset. I didn't care.

I moved my hand from the wall and let both of my arms hang at my sides. A cool wind blew through my hair, and I lifted my face to the light.

"You'll have to catch me if you don't want me to die." And I stepped off. Without hesitation, before I could lose my nerve.

It was stupid. Dumb. Not at all a thought-out plan. I couldn't see the ground through the blinding light, but I knew the impact was coming and even in that moment I didn't regret it. Because I would have done anything for an answer.

I felt the same warmth I had grown accustomed to and become addicted to. It wasn't feathering inside of me, it was solid on the surface. I was blinded by a stark white light, an almost painful brightness that burned my eyes and brought forth tears. For the first time I could touch something solid in the light and I moved my hands desperately searching for a place to hold on. To keep whatever, whoever it was, with me until I opened my eyes. But it was as if I was hugging a wall of stone! There were no curves or edges I could grab, wrap around.

"Lift thy gaze to me." A voice spoke. A voice as deep as thunder but as soft as music. The light was still blinding me, I squinted and covered my eyes when gradually the light softened.

My mind wanted my heart to race but it held calm. Swallowing, I moved my hands from my face and looked down at my legs and the surface I sat on. I blinked to clear my vision, because I had to be mistaken.

"Your boldness is no more?"

I looked around and saw a picturesque landscape, with lush grass, flowers in colors I had never seen, and a sky that held the stars while cradling the sun. And looking at me, were eyes that were so green they could've been yellow, and they were framed by thick, ink black lashes. Only, I sat in their hand, no bigger than a hamster. Their face was glowing in a way I could hardly process. I had never seen anything so beautiful and terrifying.

I wanted to speak, anything, but my body was frozen.

"You dare me to unveil my form yet now find yourself speechless."

I was. So speechless. Dumbfoundedly speechless and I was hating myself more and more every second because of it.

"Wh--Who are you?" I managed to fumble. They rose a brow.

"You can call to me as Dio." His words rippled through me, and I felt a haze blanketing me. I felt a change underneath me and when I looked, I was taking up more space in his hand. I touched my abdomen and trailed down to my legs, as if it would tell me something.

"Am I growing?"

"Acclimating. You gave me little time to respond so your perception had no time to adjust." He could have been scolding me but all I heard was music. Something soft, sweet, it was magical.

His hand went from cradling me, to cupping me, as I grew. I felt like Alice after she fell down the rabbit hole. But he said it was only my perception...?

Even with my perception righted I was still dwarfed in this world, surrounded by trees the size of mountains and flowers larger than my hands. Dio towered before me, still glowing like an apparition.

"What are you doing to me?" I didn't know how else to phrase it, I just wanted an answer. I wanted every answer.

"I touch you not." He lifted his hands and bells sounded, it was clinking of chains and charms. He was elaborately clothed in white, jewels hung over a bare chest, black hair entwined in gold cascaded over his shoulders. My hand rested on my stomach where flutters began.

"This feeling. I'm so calm." My voice was a whisper and my legs felt weak. The tension in my shoulders and neck evaporated and I felt loose.

"You could never sleep, I merely assisted." His eyes looked over me, with a curiosity cloaked in care.

"How? What did you do that made me fall asleep? That made me..." I stopped myself, unable to say it aloud.

"I read poetry."

"Poe-" I tilted my head as a puzzle began to piece together. "Poetry, ecstasy...this haze." I lifted my hand and watched it blur with motion. "Dionysus? The god of wine, poetry, ecstasy and pleasure."

"Those are my people, yes!" He sounded amused but also pleased with me. I was even more enamored, pulled under his spell. "At one time we were known as pleasure Gods, that was many rotations ago for your realm."

It was so much information, more than I knew what to do with. People? That were pleasure gods? I blindly felt behind me for support, knowing my body was losing balance. I felt my legs give and simultaneously felt an arm across my lower back. I gasped as my chest came into contact with a sturdy form and my cheeks rested against the cold metal of his jewelry.

"Give yourself time to adjust, Human. This isn't your realm." He spoke into my hair and his breath was warm, my body molded to his, relaxed and unafraid.

"I didn't hear your poetry. I never heard anything." I spoke against him, rambled more like it. I wasn't even sure I was making any sense. He kept his arm at my lower back and with his other I felt him stroke my hair from crown all the way down my back.

"Sound doesn't travel through the portals, but lights do. I sent you lights with my poems."

My eyes were growing heavy, but I didn't want them to. I didn't want to leave. I knew if I closed my eyes, I wouldn't see him when I opened them again. I grabbed onto him, I clung at his shoulders and pushed myself into him.

"Don't send me back. Not yet." I wrapped my arms around him and brushed my lips against his neck as I plead. "How will I call for you again? How will you hear me? I can't leave yet, not yet." I was so tired, losing the world around me, losing my grip on him.

"Call to the stars Astraeus, and I will hear you in every sphere."

I was slipping, his voice was fading. I cupped his face and pressed my lips to his, desperate to leave with the feel of him. To know more than what I felt from the lights.

I don't know if he kissed me back.

But when I woke in my room, to my white walls and floral curtains, his voice echoed in my mind like a whisper:

Human women are indeed the universes sweetest verboten.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ To Be Continued… ♥

[optiwashere]

Sequel to Day 20 of Kinktober, Burning Hands.

The first of my fics that I'm slotting into the Kinktober series after October's finished. I want that series to have 31 works goddamn it.

In which Karlach gets what she wants, Shadowheart expresses feelings, and everyone just has a good time. My T4T Shadowheart/Karlach miniseries continues (concludes?)

Rating: E for Excited tiefling gets to use her mouth (and her tail!)

Category: F/F

Ship: trans Shadowheart/trans Karlach

Tags and Summary under the break.

Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Porn with Feelings, Trans Female Character, Trans Karlach, Trans Shadowheart, Oral Sex, Trans Affirming Oral Sex, Girl Penis, Tail Sex, Masturbation, Karlach masturbates with her tail while going down on Shadowheart it is what it is, Come Sharing

Summary:

After breaking Shadowheart's smarmy Mother Superior in half with her bare hands, there's one more thing Karlach wants. The two of them just need a little alone time.

[coffeeghoulie]

Kinktober #15: Aftercare

The Ghostober prompts were put together by @kroas-adtam, and divider made by @gothdaddyissues, thank you both so much!

Pairing: Cirrus/Aeon/Rain

Summary: Set immediately after Day Three, Rain and Cirrus take care of Aeon after having their way with him.

Contains: Implied sexual content (still putting the mature warning on this), mentions of blood and biting, and subspace

Read under the cut or on AO3!

Aeon blinks, his eyelids heavy and sticky. Someone's running fingers through his hair, ruffling the sweaty strands. He hears someone talking, the tone sweet and gentle, but he can't make out the words, like his ears are stuffed with cotton fuzz. It takes him a moment to remember where he is, who he is, but it comes back to him slowly as the world comes back into focus.

"-such a good job, darling, such a good boy for us," Cirrus coos. She's holding his hand, running her thumb over his knuckles. He flexes his fingers, wincing at how stiff they are. He had been white knuckling the sheets, hanging on for dear life as she and Rain had their way with him.

Cirrus notices him squeezing her hand. "Are you back with us, darling?"

He swallows, wincing at just how dry and hoarse his throat is. "Kinda," he hums. He shifts, realizing his head is pillowed on Rain's thighs. He leans back to look up at the water ghoul.

Rain smiles softly down at him as he runs his webbed fingers through Aeon's hair. "How're you feeling, shooting star?" Rain whispers. "Still floating?"

Aeon nods, turning his face to rub his cheek against Rain's thigh. His neck stings with the motion, and he remembers Rain sinking sharp teeth into the delicate flesh of his throat as he came. The two other ghouls must see the way his face twists, because he hears Cirrus hiss under her breath, and sees Rain's face fall.

"Are you hurt, sweetheart?" Cirrus asks, shifting her weight next to him.

"I may have been a little overzealous," Rain admits, running his hand through his hair sheepishly. "I'm sorry, star. I didn't mean to actually hurt you."

"S'okay," Aeon hums, words not coming as quickly as he'd like them to. "Stings a lil," he slurs, nuzzling his cheek into Rain's cool skin. "Felt good."

"We should still get that bite cleaned up," Cirrus says, still stroking the delicate skin of his knuckles, the motion hypnotizing. "Rain, can you get the first aid kit and some water?"

"No, don't go," Aeon protests weakly. He raises his free hand to try and paw at Rain as he shifts and sets Aeon's head down on the mattress gently. He disappears into the adjoining bathroom, flicking the light on and rummaging through the cabinet under the sink.

"It's okay, darling," Cirrus says, leaning down to kiss his sweaty forehead. "Guppy's gonna be back in just a moment."

Aeon looks up at Cirrus with bleary eyes. "Was I good for the two of you?"

"Good? Oh, darling boy," Cirrus says, shifting him so he's in her lap. "We made you take so much. You took it so well. You were perfect. You are perfect."

Aeon preens as she leans down and kisses him, still holding his hand. Rain returns from the bathroom, setting the first aid kit down on the mattress.

"Can you sit up for us, star?" Rain asks. "Want you to drink some water. Bet your throat's real sore."

Aeon grumbles but complies. Rain hums happily, pressing a cool bottle of water into his hand. Aeon sips at it, before realizing just how thirsty he is, downing half of the bottle. Cirrus chuckles as she digs into the first aid kit.

"You did a fucking number on his throat, guppy," she gently chastises as she pulls out the antiseptic and gauze pads. "Bloodthirsty little demon."

"You bruised him up too. Got his thighs all fucked up," Rain grins, and Aeon groans as he sees his own blood on Rain's teeth. The water ghoul settles behind him, letting him lean against his lanky chest as Cirrus works.

"Deep breath for me, darling," she instructs, "This is going to sting a little bit."

Aeon nods, shutting his eyes as Cirrus dabs the antiseptic on the bite mark. He hisses through his teeth and Rain presses kisses against his cheek as she works.

Cirrus wipes away the blood, the bite still bleeding sluggishly as she secures the gauze over it. "There we go, darling," she coos, kissing his forehead. "That bitemark'll last a couple weeks. Someone," she glares over his shoulder teasingly, "Likes to mark what he claims as his."

"Guilty as charged," Rain whispers in Aeon's ear. The hot breath makes his ear twitch and he giggles.

Rain slowly adjusts them so they're both laying down on their sides, Rain's arms wrapped loosely around Aeon's waist. Cirrus smiles, following her boys down so her chest is flush with Aeon's. She pushes the white shock of hair off of his forehead with a single claw, smiling fondly at him. "Rest, baby," she hums, running her thumb against the lilac flush of his cheek. "You did so good."

With her permission, Aeon drifts off, safe and warm between them.

[kyojurismo]

also, i can’t really wait to finish posting everything ( which is probably gonna be impossible atm due to external reasons ) so yeah, very quick and short* announcement !

*i’ll explain under cut ^_^

i’m going to move blog in a couple of weeks ( aka whenever the new blog is all set & ready but since i’m a bit busy it might take longer so idk idk ). i won’t delete kyojurismo, nor the works i posted here since they’re a part of me and even tho i’m not a huge fan of my own works i actually enjoyed sharing them w you guys ^_^ so yeah, that’s it. this is gonna be more of an archive kinda blog, so u might see me reblog the works from my new one — at least in the beginning, bc i might get tired of the switching lol. reasons behind my choice under cut bc there’s no actual need but i want to explain myself better abt it.

1. i don’t feel comfortable posting on here anymore, i’m more and more losing motivation to open the app and come on here, so that’s like the biggest issue lol.

2. before u guys say anything, i’m forever grateful for the support and kind messages i’ve received during this time. i’m grateful for the ppl i met, for the followers i gained, for the kind and sweet messages & anons and basically being accepted on here i guess.

3. i need a fresh start — yeah, that’s it. i’ll always treasure kyojurismo and what this blog did for me, but i feel like i have a completely different mindset from when i opened it back in march & started posting.

i know it sounds more like a goodbye forever BUT IT’S NOT LOL I PROMISE — it looks more dramatic than i intended idk i’m sorry. but yeah . . . i gave some explanation & i’m going back to work ( aka finishing posting kinktober fics & writing for the old reqs i have in my inbox ).

[remholder]

finally got to do some j7 for kinktober (more to come eheheheh)

if you want to see the uncensored version, there's a fic to accompany this! fic and art are explicit, so please dont go clicking this link if youre a minor!