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Day 3 of the Orchid Festival

It's 1.30 am, I don't know what else to say than go check out @theorchidfestival.

Pairing: Ais/my MC

Nothing super sexual happens, but it's still nsfw.

The nudity doesn't bother him, nor do the crowds of people; no, he's only bothered by the constant chafing of his hard-on against the rigid fabric of his pants. Whose great idea were the leather pants, anyway? He's never worn anything more uncomfortable, and as he adjusts himself as best as he can once again, he catches the sly glint of Ais's fiery eyes. Of course the fucker would enjoy this, enjoy his misery. Noa pretends like the sharp eyes boring through his skin don't make him break into goosebumps as he pushes his unyielding erection down, trying to will it away.

"What was in the tea anyway?" He murmurs between clenched teeth, a drop of sweat hurrying down his temple. Ais chuckles, the sound never failing to make Noa's blood run hotter, and grabs his arm to pull him closer.

"Oh you know," he replies in the same, husky tone he always uses when he doesn't want anyone else to hear the dirty things falling off his tongue, "this and that. It's my own concoction, I couldn't possibly reveal all my secrets." The long tongue darts out and catches the drop of sweat, leaving behind a wet streak Noa goes to wipe off instinctively.

"Could've given me a heads up about this concoction of yours at least," Noa mumbles, but Ais only chuckles.

"Where's the fun in that?" His hold on Noa's arm loosens, and his fingers leave fading marks behind. "You said you're no stranger to experience enchanting substances."

"Yeah, well, I usually know what I'm getting into." Ais is fast, dizzyingly so, as he pulls Noa through a group of people and into a small shop, a small bell dinging softly above the door as they enter. The lighting is dim, almost foggy, and Noa soon realises the air is thick with smoke. It twirls around them in dissolving clouds as they disturb the still air, and it smells sweet and bitter at the same time. Ais turns around on his heel, his head cocked back to look up at Noa, and he eyes the taller guy with silent contemplation.

"You're tense," he then remarks, quite accurately. His eyebrow twitches in a question he doesn't have to ask.

"Because these pants are too tight and my dick hurts, and I'm so fucking horny I'm losing my mind, and you're just--you're just standing there! Like nothing's wrong!" Someone coughs further back in the shop, and Noa glances in the direction of the sound, but quickly forgets about it. Ais is good at making him forget about many things; especially when the guy's hand moves over his bare chest. There, against the sweaty skin, it stays. He must feel Noa's rapid heartbeat under his palm, must hear the blood speeding through his veins as the fingers press into the vulnerable skin. Noa inhales shakily, but he stays quiet; he waits. He can wait, he can be patient. Obedient? Not so much, not unless Ais makes it worth his while.

"Too tight, huh?" Ais murmurs. "Why didn't you say so?" Noa scoffs, but he doesn't get his objections out before Ais's both hands seek out the fly of his pants and unzip it. At this, Noa sighs in relief, his eyes fluttering shut when Ais's fingers wrap around his aching cock. "Mm," the monster purrs, his hand moving back and forth slowly, Noa's whole body shuddering at the sensation. He forgets entirely where they are, his only point of focus the hand jerking him off lazily but oh so skillfully. "The evening has barely started, and you're already acting like a mutt in heat."

"Fuck off," Noa breathes, his head lolling back, "and don't you dare stop."

Ais does exactly that, but he does give Noa a good squeeze before his hand retreats. "You can't help that mouth of yours, can you?" He tuts and pats Noa patronisingly on the chest, and without a glance back, leaves through the same door whence they came in.

Noa knows better than to whine or complain, so he shoves his dick back in the pants that are sure to be the death of him before he follows Ais outside with his jaw clenched tight and cock straining against the zipper. He would play the game, but not by the rules.

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Day 2

Content: Voyeurism, tentacles, bondage, semi-public, vaginal penetration

Featuring Ais, (briefly) Leander, and my OCs Lavinia and Jasmine

"I'm fine, Leander! I just need a moment of space!"

Before Leander could protest, Lavinia ducked into the nearest alleyway. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she leaned against the wall. It was only the second day of the infamous Orchid Festival, and already she was overwhelmed. The crowds, the noises, the nudity! She was out of her element, and even with Leander to guide her, she wasn't sure how to fully allow herself to enjoy the festivities. Even making love to Leander the night before, she'd felt pressured by the expectation of The Orchid and had to stop early.

No sooner had she caught her breath than a quiet moan caught her attention. Looking further into the alleyway, she saw a couple making out against the wall. Of course. Nowhere in all of Amaryllis District could she find a reprieve! As her eyes adjusted to the relative dimness of the alleyway, Lavinia realized she recognized one of the pair as Ais, a monster who sometimes drank at the Wet Wick. So far as she was aware, he and Leander had a friendly rivalry, though how friendly, she wasn't sure. Pressed between his body and the wall was a woman with wavy, turquoise hair wearing a rather short, black leather dress and matching boots with a stiletto heel.

Jealousy bloomed in Lavinia's chest, not because of who the woman was with, but because of who she seemed to be: sexy, sensual, confident, and most importantly normal. Manicured, uncovered fingers slid into Ais's hair as he kissed his partner's neck, drawing forth another quiet moan. And another.

She was staring. Allmother's grace, she was staring! But before the embarrassed Lavinia could look away, an odd trick of the light caught her eye. The air at Ais's back seemed to darken, as though a thick smoke was emanating from him. From the darkness, a thick, ink-black tentacle twisted and stretched around Ais before caressing the woman's upper thigh.

It took a moment, but eventually the woman seemed to realize that both of his hands were squeezing her rear and thus couldn't be touching her thigh. She looked down and jumped, exclaiming "What the fuck?" loudly enough for Lavinia to hear. Lavinia assumed with a smug satisfaction that the mood was ruined, but when Ais murmured something against the woman's ear, her painted, red lips curled into a daring smile and she kissed him.

As Ais and the mystery woman kissed hungrily, hands roaming slowly over each other's bodies, the tentacle resumed its exploration of the skin on her leg. It wrapped around her thigh, just below the hem of her dress and squeezed, making the woman moan into Ais's mouth. Then, one-by-one it pulled the suckers off her skin, leaving behind a garter of little purple bruises. To Lavinia's surprise, the woman seemed to enjoy the sensation, piquing her own curiosity. She recalled the feeling of Leander sucking a hickey into her thigh. How did the suckers feel compared to Leander's mouth?

When Lavinia snapped out of her imaginings, she saw that the tentacle had taken hold of one of the woman's wrists and was holding it against the wall. Three more tentacles slithered from the darkness behind Ais, one taking hold of her other wrist and pressing it similarly to the wall. The other two wrapped around her thighs, forcing them apart. The woman, limbs spread out like on a saltire cross, utterly vulnerable in a Lowtown alleyway, was panting, looking up at Ais with a submissive desire Lavinia had never seen or felt before.

The time for looking away had passed. Whatever happened next, Lavinia needed to witness it.

A fifth tentacle--about as thick as Lavinia's wrist at its widest--caressed the side of the woman's face before trailing down her torso, pausing only to stick its suckers against her clavicle and leave a few more marks for good measure. When the tip disappeared behind the hem of her dress, she inhaled sharply, her eyes pleading. Ais grasped her chin, making her look up at him as he asked her something. Though Lavinia could not make out the words, his tone made her shiver, and she found herself soundlessly nodding along with the woman in Ais's hold.

The fifth tentacle inched further, and though Lavinia could not see the shadowy appendage part the woman's folds, her gasp left little doubt as to what was happening. With Ais still holding her chin to keep her eyes on his, a series of stuttering, desperate moans fell from the woman's parted lips until the tentacle stopped its movement.

How far had it moved? How must it feel to be filled and stretched by something other than a cock?

Before Lavinia had much time to speculate, the tentacle began to move again, thrusting in and out at a gradually-quickening pace. Ais pressed his hand firmly over his partner's mouth, muffling but not completely stifling her moans as his tentacle fucked her ferociously.

Minutes passed and the woman's body was trembling, possibly held up only by the tentacles on her limbs. The closer she seemed to orgasm, the more desperate Lavinia felt on her behalf. Finally, one last tentacle snaked around Ais and joined the other under the woman's skirt. Given its positioning, it seemed to be aiming for the woman's clitoris. Was it using a sucker on that most sensitive of nubs? Or would that hurt? Either way, the woman came, and --judging by her muffled cries and spasming muscles--she came hard.

As the mystery woman who Lavinia had watched get ravished by six tentacles that seemed to have spawned from the aether caught her breath, Ais turned to look at Lavinia. She froze. At this moment, much to her horror, Lavinia realized her hand had made it's way under her own dress into her underwear while the other was kneading at one of her breasts. Ais winked at her before returning his attention to his worn-out partner.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Lavinia roughly by her upper arm and spun her around.

Leander.

An expression unlike she'd ever seen flashed across his face before being replaced by a much more familiar smile. "There you are! I was starting to get worried when you were gone for so long."

Arms now at her sides, a thoroughly embarrassed Lavinia asked, "Was it that long? I didn't realize!" What was with that look he'd had? She was quick to dismiss it as a trick of the light.

The scene she'd just witnessed, particularly the way the woman had looked and sounded during the whole thing, was still having an effect on her, leaving her partially-touched clit throbbing. She needed release. Stepping up to Leander, she placed her hands on his stomach and looked up at him. "Why don't we go back to the room at the Wick? I think I'd like to continue the festivities there."

Leander grinned, his face coloring slightly. "Yeah? How can I argue with that? But no more wandering out of my sight. You never know what monstrosities you'll encounter in these alleys."

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With day one of the festival coming to a close, I must ask...

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Outfit/aesthetic boards for a few of my OCs

Lavinia

Selene

Jasmine

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So what are we thinking for Leander?

Body paint?

Or leather?

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What to wear?

With the festival approaching, I'd love to see y'all's outfit ideas for the LIs or your OCs! I imagine as a general rule that children aren't allowed in Amaryllis District during the festival (if ever), and revealing clothing is definitely expected, though not required.

Do they go all-out with body paint and feathers?

Or do they prefer leather?

Do they leave little to the imagination?

Or prefer to cover up?

What makes them feel sexy and festive?

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Here is the prompt list! Each day has 5 prompts to choose from or mix-and-match as you please. There are a couple of prompts that can easily get into iffy territory consent-wise, so please use your best judgement!

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Dates

Right now, I'm thinking the event will take place May 26-June 1st, so mark your calendars!

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Setting the Scene

I wrote a little snippet to help set the scene for the festival, featuring Leander and my OC, Lavinia. It's suggestive but not explicit and contains some light temperature play. Hopefully it helps get those creative juices flowing!

The streets of Amaryllis District were bustling, full of color and life in celebration of the Orchid Festival. While there were many faces that Lavinia recognized either from her shop or the Wet Wick, there were many more that she'd never seen before, even some that, based on their choice of jewelry, seemed not to be from Lowtown at all. At least, she tried to focus on the faces, as looking anywhere else made her blush. Never before had she seen so much exposed skin in a public place! Everywhere she looked, people expressed their festive spirits with various levels of colorful dress: harnesses, chains, dyed feathers, black leather. Lavinia felt out of place walking down the street in her light blue sundress, even though she'd made the bold--for her comfort level--move of not wearing her corset underneath the dress.

She looked at Leander, who was dressed somewhat more casually in a sleeveless top and pants, and wondered how he usually dressed for this event when not trying to make her feel more comfortable. Was he an underwear and body paint type? Or did he prefer leather? Her imaginings occupied her long enough that she almost stepped in puddle of suspicious composition, saved only by Leander who tugged her by the hand he was holding to avoid it.

Once the puddle was avoided, Leander glanced down at her with a smile. "Distracted?" he asked.

Perhaps one day she would become immune to his smile, though she hoped not. Focused on where she was stepping, Lavinia felt herself blush, her mouth pressed into a slight pout. "It's just...a lot to take in is all. We have the Feast of Life in Stiving too, but it's...different."

At this, he laughed that musical laugh of his. "I'm sure it is!" he said. "Even in the rest of Eridia it's different, just a celebration of fertility honoring the Allmother. But Amaryllis District has taken it a step further."

That was an understatement! As unusual as the festival seemed to be, Lavinia supposed she could see the logical progression. Even back in Stiving where the Feast of Life was celebrated primarily by spending the day eating, drinking, and dancing, she knew it was tradition for many to make love to their special someone. It made sense that that particular tradition would flourish somewhere like Amaryllis District. What really surprised her was how the holiday itself had warped from a celebration of fertility to one of free love. And it lasted a week! It was fascinating!

"So what all does this whole thing entail?" Lavinia asked as they strolled down the street. Among the crowd were people passing out little flyers and advertising the special shows and events being put on by the local brothels and bars. On either side of the road, vendors had set up stalls. Some sold food such as novelty treats shaped like various body parts, foods that were meant to improve sexual desire or stamina, herbs and teas meant to increase or decrease fertility, and even something called a pineapple that was supposed to make certain body fluids taste sweeter. Other vendors sold toys and accessories meant to be used during the act, like lingerie, special ropes, and any number of things she'd never seen before the use of which she could only guess at.

As she finished her question, one stall in particular caught her eye. The vendor was apparently a glass blower, her wares all manner of shapes and colors that sparkled in the sunlight.

"Anything you want it to." Leander looked at her only to notice what had drawn her attention.

She didn't need to ask before he was steering her over to the glassblower's stall. There was just enough room for the two of them and the couple of other people who were already there to browse the beautifully-made toys. In spite of herself, Lavinia found herself drawn to the shelves of dildos. She would have expected the primary difference to be in size, but that was only one of many. There were different types of curvature, for one. But there were also bumps and ridges and bulges and different colors.

One in particular caught her eye. It had a bulbous head with a red flower inside of it. A green ridge spiraled down the outside of the shaft ending just above the base where there were little bumps. In terms of size, it reminded her of Leander, which made it that much more perfect.

Leander, who was standing close behind her with his hands affectionately rubbing her upper arms, followed her gaze to the toy she seemed to like. Sensing her hesitation to pick it up, he reached over her shoulder to grab it himself. As he held it in front of her, it began to glow with a swirling, green light that she recognized as his magic.

"Leander, what are you--?"

Before she could finish her question, he touched the glass head against her shoulder. It was cold--not cold enough to hurt, but cold enough that it felt nice given the warm weather as he slowly dragged the implement down her shoulder, then down to her clavicle. Lavinia leaned back against Leander and let her eyes flutter shut. Her breathing became heavier, and she lost herself to the sensation of cold glass against her skin.

Just as the glass inched down past the neckline of her dress, they were interrupted by someone loudly clearing their throat.

"Can I help you?" The voice of the glassblower startled Lavinia back to reality. Embarrassed, she looked away, her cheeks red as she muttered an apology.

Leander, who she imagined was also blushing, laughed awkwardly. "We'll take this one!"

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Do you think Kuras deliberately caused wars and chaos for the sake of laughter, or did he accidentally share deadly knowledge simply because he thought that since the first civilizations lived in this way, it means that this is a normal development for all other civilizations? 🤔🤔🤔

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I have a list of prompts in mind that I think y'all will love, but I thought I'd ask if there's anything you'd really like to see. 👀

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The Orchid Festival is just around the corner...

Introduction and Rules

Inspired by a fan event that took place every summer in the Arcana fandom for a few years, this will be an occasion for adult creators of all types within the Touchstarved fandom to play with characters--the game's characters or OCs--in a smutty, kink-positive setting.

The setting

The Amaryllis District's annual Orchid Festival, dedicated to celebrating sex, whether it be love-making, fucking, or something in between. A time to show your appreciation to sex workers, that special someone, and/or a random person you just happen to vibe with.

The event

May 26th-June 1st

For a week, participants will create whatever they want (writing, art, moodboards, playlists, hell you could do asmr if you want) about characters participating in the festivities. A prompt list will be released prior to the event to give y'all time to plan. Tag with the name of this blog, and I will reblog the various entries for anyone who wants to see. Creations can involve LI x OC, LI x LI, and OC x OC pairings (or multiples 😉). Go wild!

Rules

NO MINORS! This is an 18+ event. To that end, if you plan to participate, please make sure your blog has your age or age range in the header or on a pinned post at the top of your blog.

Please follow Tumblr's community guidelines when it comes to mature content labels and such.

The following will not be tolerated: racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, body-shaming, kink-shaming, etc. This is a safe, sex-positive space. That being said, no rape, incest, pedophilia, or bestiality. (If you are unsure if something counts as bestiality, refer to the Harkness test. For example, fucking Vere in his fox form is acceptable as he is cognitively still himself, provided he can communicate consent.)

Be respectful of others and their creations.

If using someone else's OC, please make sure the creator of that OC is okay with it beforehand.

I reserve the right to not reblog something at my discretion.

This post may be updated as I think of more things.