#Happy Kinktober to me!

[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?”

[softcitrus2345]

WE'VE GOT A BARLEYROSE DOUBLE FEATURE TODAY, LADS!! >:DDD

14. Painting - Ambrose is actually a writer, not a painter, but wanted to try a hand at some figure painting for no reason in particular.. ;3c Barley's a very handsome guy and he knows it, I loved drawing his smug little expression XP

15. Werewolf/Sweater Weather - I combined both prompts for this day since they fit into the drawing I had in mind! Barley and Ambrose sleeping under the falling leaves on a full moon Before he transforms, he lets Ambrose wear his sweater, which is just a bit oversized, to keep him warm through the night. Barley still kept his scarf, even if he didn't really need it with all his extra insulation and fur~

I wish I was Ambrose here, he's basically sleeping on a giant heated pillow and wrapped in his boyfriend's cozy sweater, if that isn't peak coziness and safety, I don't know what is 😭💖💖💖

These two prompts were just meant for them, I love these two dorks so MUCH

[heymrspatel]

you like being on your knees for me, baby?

for @gallavichthings kinktober 2023 prompt: collars/choking + breathplay full collection on tumblr & ao3

[catgrassplantdad]

My beloved Jess, how the heck are ya?!

Okay, I admit it, I’m here with a very important kinktober question and I think you are the only person that can answer it-

How do Mickey and Ian feel about each other’s balls?!

Also I love you

Hell yes, Anna asking the important questions! Okay here we go.

To be frank, they love each other's balls.

Maybe Ian discovered early on that Mickey goes wild for attention to his. Mickey's balls are sensitive in that really good way, and Ian loves seeing his reaction when he's got them cradled firmly in his hand, when he gives them a little tug, when he presses behind them. Fuck, even a light tap has him moaning and writhing. Ian loves them and he makes sure he pays them lots of attention. 😌

Mickey fucking loves Ian's balls, but if he did to Ian's balls any of the rougher shit that he likes done to his own, he'd probably get punched in the face because Ian's are way too sensitive for that. But Mickey can't just not play with them. They're right there and they're so good! They're just balls, but they're Ian's balls, goddamn it, and he's obsessed with everything he's got going on down there. So any attention he gives them is extra gentle. Licking them, fondling them gently. Sucking on them if he's got him worked up enough for it. It's great!

They love each other's bodies, and that includes their balls 😌

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

Going feral in my cage like a wild animal for your kinktober posts

Feral. Feral.

Gotta go fast

[redrocketpanda]

*kicks down the door* here's the terushima/atsumu smut content that no one asked for and yet everyone seems deeply intrigued by

BEHOLD! THE MIYA ATSUMU HUMILIATION SHOW

Terushima lowers himself down until his mouth hovers inches from Atsumu's. "And you loved every second of it, didn't you?" The denial dies on Atsumu's lips. Because whilst he did hate it, whilst it drove him insane and made him want to waltz right up to Terushima and punch him in that damn smarmy face of his, there’s a part of him that did maybe… sorta… kinda… like it too. He tells himself that it’s because he likes attention and yeah, okay, he might even go so far as to admit that he kinda gets off on it. He likes being appreciated and desired, and all of the enjoyable things that come with it. But it has absolutely nothing to do with it being attention from Terushima; cocky, arrogant, blonde-haired, brown-eyed Terushima. Atsumu considers that part to be irrelevant.

Gird your loins for 17k of banter, absurdity and smut of the comedic variety as dumb blonde Atsumu meets his match in dumb blonde Terushima at a college house party, and gets himself absolutely clowned in the process. Spoiler: he loves it

[sanjoongie]

8~ Man-handling/Collaring: C. S

♡Pairing: Choi San x Reader (f) ♡Genre: non-idol au, ex-boyfriend au ♡Word Count: 1,516 ♡Warnings: man-handling, collaring, marking, spanking (f receiving), female orgasm, rough hard quick sex, mentions of multiple rounds, San really wants you to say you’re his, okay?!, mentions of a toxic relationship, begging  ♡Rated: 18+ MDNI, smut with no plot ♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Seonghwa | Next Day~ Seonghwa ♡Dedication~ @mejuii @downtoamagicalland the unholy trinity beta team

“Why aren’t you paying attention to me?” San pouts at your side. He leans an arm against the back of the couch and squishes his cheek there, staring at you.

“San,” You stare straight because you know that if you meet his eyes, it’s all over.

“What?” He says petulantly. 

“We talked about this, remember?” You say in a strained voice.

San blew a raspberry, making it clear that he didn’t agree with whatever had been talked about. “It’s stupid, that’s what I remember.”

Yeosang meets your gaze from across the room and raises an eyebrow in question. He’d bail you out of the San situation if you gave him the green light. He was the only one who might be able to hold San physically back. You shake your head slightly. You’d handle your shit on your own. It was your shit after all. 

“We broke up, San. We talked about giving each other space. Because that would be the healthy thing to do.” San had also promised while twirling his finger around a lock of your hair and his smirk against your neck, but it had still been a promise.

San sits up and shrugs. “I seem to remember you taking me quite well afterwards.”

Your posture is stiff at his words. Why were you so weak for him, even if it was bad for you? “Stop it, San.”

“Stop what?” San leans in close and his nose practically touches your cheek. “Stop being near you? I can’t. You draw me in like a moth to a flame, no matter how corny you think that is. I don’t want to stop moving towards this brilliant light, even if it kills me.”

You dig your nails deep into your palms in an attempt to keep yourself from having another moment of weakness but nothing seems to be able to eclipse the slow, toothy smile San sends your way. He fucking knows you’ve already caved and he’s about to get everything he wants.

“Your chariot awaits, Mi’lady.” In two seconds, San has scooped you up into his arms and was already walking towards the stairs.

“Again?” You hear Yeosang groan behind you.

You do your best to not melt into San’s arms but you feel like you’re blushing from your toes to the tip of your head. The best you can do is let your head fall to the crook of San’s neck as takes the stairs two at a time. It’s not long before he’s kicked in someone’s door and throws you on the bed.

“San!” You squeal as you bounce a few times.

“Baby, you’re all mine now,” San laughs in delight. He dives into the bed after you, quick to grab your wrists and pin your hands over your head. His lips crash over yours and its all you can focus on. It’s messy and delicious and all consuming until San’s hip begin to push your legs apart. 

You moan and arch your back as his dick presses into your clothed core. San begins to kiss down your neck, sucking a love bitch there and groaning at the look of your neck with his mark. “I’m going to fuck you so good, you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow, Baby.”

“San, no,” You protest weakly. Him just saying that implies several rounds and you knew he could put his money where his mouth was.

San nods slowly. “Can’t walk away from me if you can’t walk.”

“Fuck,” You curse as he pushes your turtleneck up over your breasts and pulls the cups of your bralette aside so that your breasts spill out. 

“Hello, Daddy missed his girls,” San chuckles lowly and then dives his face in between your breasts.

“You fucking pervert,” You chuckle with him, hand diving into the nape of his neck to hold him to your breast. His eyes don’t break your gaze as he licks your nipples like they’re an ice cream cone. 

“You flatter me,” San murmurs back, moving to your other breast to give it just as much attention.

“Stop being gentle with me,” You find yourself whispering before you can stop yourself.

San’s eyes go darker in hue. “Want me to be rough with you, Baby?” San growls.

Next thing you know, your face is in the bedsheets. Your ass is in the air and your arms are pinned behind your back. You attempt to struggle and find that there is no give in the bindings that are Choi San’s hands. “Why struggle when you’re already mine?” San’s fingers find the waistband of your leggings and with a swift wretch, rips them off you, revealing your bare pussy. 

You could hear the pleased, smug smirk in San’s voice. “See? No panties? That’s my girl.”

“I’m not--” You struggle with this the most with San. You belonged to no one. “I’m not yours.”

“Not mine?” You hear some rustling and a zipper being pulled down. “Oh, Baby.” His cockhead nudges your swollen lower lips and you almost cry out. “Try again.”

“Please,” You beg.

“That’s not how this works.” San swirls his sensitive head against your wetness. “You give something to me and I give you something back.”

“I need you,” You moan, pushing your hips back in hopes he would just take you.

You hear the slap before you feel the pain. You bite down on your lip and as a result you growl as the pain radiates from his hand print. You breathe in and out of your nose, needing a moment. 

“Actually, I’ve changed my mind.” San releases your arms, only to flip you over and pick you up again. He takes you off the bed and pushes your back against the wall. Both of his arms brace your legs and his hands support your ass. 

He presses up against you, freeing one arm but bringing your faces so close that you’re both almost cross-eyed staring at each other. “Got you something. I think you need a reminder.”

San pulls something from his pocket and grins as he waves it beside your face. “You got me a collar?”

“Matching leash too.” San’s face couldn't get any cockier. “The tag says C.S’s. Slightly classier than San’s Whore. But I could always get another one.”

“You mother fucker,” You swear. You’d love to say there was weight to that but your pussy was so fucking wet right now, it was a struggle just to not succumb to the dumbification San was making you feel right now. 

“Put it on and I’ll fuck you. Refuse and I’ll leave you a big wet unsatisfied mess here. Simple as that.” San shakes the collar again, making the tag rattle. 

You swallow but you don’t have any moisture in your mouth. “San, you can’t--”

“Deadly serious, Baby. Want you to walk out of this room with this around your neck.” His eyes comb your face like he’s committing it to memory. “You’re mine. You know you are,” San can’t help but whine. 

“Baby,” You cry out and then snatch the collar from his hands. You quickly wrap it around your neck and do up the thick belt latch. The weight of it against your neck really is a reminder. “There, see, you silly creature, I lo--”

San’s crooks his finger through the tag’s circle and pulls you forward so he can smash his lips against yours again. Between muffled moans, San says, “My--baby--girl!”

“I’m yours, I’m yours, San, please, now take me, take me!” You say between breaths of his desperate kisses.

The two of your chins tip downwards to watch San enter your bare wet pussy. His body waves between your legs, arms still holding you in place against the wall. Your breathing quickens as the tip of his dick continues to pass over the rough spot inside of you. San is well-versed in your body, so he knows exactly what angle to thrust into you. His dick game had always been impeccable but when he had memorized all your ticks, it was that much more pleasurable. 

“Harder, faster, San, please, don’t--” No more words pass your lips, simply an unending ‘ah’ as San does exactly what you plead. His hands are around your waist, slamming you down upon him and it is doing everything you need from him. Your breath is coming out in gasps between his thrusts now.

“Mine, mine, mine,” San chants under his breath, tongue running along his upper lip. “This pussy is mine, Baby, it’s all mine. She only sings for me this way, do you understand? No one can kill this pussy like I can, hmm? Gonna make you come and push you into another orgasm. Because she’s all mine.”

“San!” You scream his name as you come and come hard. Blasts of lights flash behind your eyelids and your walls flutter around his cock. San slows, shallowly thrusting into you, holding his own orgasm off just so he could fuck you through another orgasm. 

San swats playfully at your tag that proclaims you’re all his. “Scream my name louder, Baby.”

♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Seonghwa | Next Day~ Seonghwa

[lowlights]

care for you

This is filth. It's just filth. It's sweet, because I can't help myself, but it's filth.

Thank you to my chief enabler @ezrasbirdie who I love beyond. Dedicated to my beloved @coastielaceispunk who loves Maxie more than any of us.

Care for You

Max Lord x f!reader ; 1.1k no beta

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink (but no age play), cockwarming, praise, PinV sex unprotected, smidge of exhibitionist thoughts, some crying, feelings, f!oral, this is for fun and an offering to the kinktober smut demons that have taken over my brain. Let me know if I forgot something. <3

**

You know when he needs it. 

His shoulders are tense and he gets shorter and shorter with people on the phone. He barely makes it through his lunch meeting, kicking everyone out ten minutes into the scheduled hour.  

You scuttle in once his office clears, closing the double doors behind you. Max is pacing by the large window, dark grey suit jacket unbuttoned. He looks at you with tired eyes and you immediately get to work. Rolling his big desk chair out of the way, you kick off your shoes and tuck them out of sight under the desk. His solid desk keeps everything out of view, all sides closed in. 

No one knows that you keep a pillow under there for your knees. 

Max needs this more and more these days, and you want to give him everything he could ever need. 

You crawl inside the little cubby, tucking your legs under you and resting comfortably on the pillow. You look at him with wide, expectant eyes. 

“Are you sure?” he asks with a look that breaks your heart. Of course you are. In lieu of verbal reassurance, you just open your mouth and show him your tongue, eager to feel the weight of his heavy cock resting on it. You need it just as much as he does. 

Relief floods his face and he hurries over to you, settling in his chair and rolling over to you. You open his pants just enough to take his cock out, kissing up his shaft until you can engulf his fat head with your mouth. He’s soft and solid against your tongue, and you immediately close your eyes and just…hold him. 

His entire body relaxes and Max feels like he can finally breathe again. You rest your head against his thigh and work on relaxing your throat so that you can take more and more of him. It just feels right, and safe, and comforting. 

Max murmurs praise to you. “That’s my good, sweet girl. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” 

You lift off of him long enough to respond. “Always for you, Daddy,” you reassure him, looking up through your lashes at his adoring face before taking him back in your warm mouth.

Max’s remaining lunch hour moves quickly, both of you so relaxed and content that you could stay like this all afternoon. But soon, more people are coming in and out to meet with Max. You don’t move, and you know they can’t see you at all. Max gets back to work, making phone calls and signing documents on the desk above you. You drift in and out, napping for a few minutes here and there and sometimes suckling softly on him. 

He keeps reaching down to stroke your hair and rub his thumb across your cheek, pushing away the saliva that has dribbled down from your mouth. Slick has been slowly gathering at your aching core, staining your little satin panties. You don’t touch yourself, leaving it all for Max to enjoy later. 

Finally, after the last meeting in the early afternoon, Maxie gives you your instructions. “Suck a little harder, baby girl, get me nice and hard for you.” You oblige, taking him as far down your throat as you can before pulling off of him with a sloppy, wet pop. You then suck hard, relishing in the feeling of his growing erection in your mouth. 

When he’s hard, he pulls you up and discards your skirt and your underwear. You straddle his wide lap, kissing his pouty lips as he helps guide you onto his waiting cock. You’ve been so aroused for hours that he slips right into your gorgeously puffy pussy. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and bury your face into his neck, kissing the freckles there before closing your eyes again. 

“I still have more work to do, my sweet girl, so I need you to sit still for just a little bit while I finish. Can you do that for me?” he asks, rubbing your back. 

You nod against him. “Yes, Daddy, of course.” You hug him tighter. 

He keeps working, finalizing deals and making trades while you keep his cock warm inside of you. Your arousal slides down steadily and you know that you’re ruining his perfectly-pressed grey pants. How will Max leave the office today? What if someone comes in? A thrill runs through your body. 

What if everyone knew that you took such good care of your Daddy like this, the same way he takes care of you? 

A few minutes later you whimper, and Max immediately drops his work and lifts your head up to look at him. “Oh sweet girl, are you getting sore?” 

“No, Daddy,” you say with tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, “I just feel so full.” 

“Do you want me to move now? Put my work down and give you what you want?” he coos. 

You nod furiously. Max unexpectedly lifts you up and lays you down across his desk, knocking folders and pens out of the way, all without leaving your tight warmth. He immediately starts thrusting in and out, making you cry out from relief that he’s finally moving. He claps a hand over your mouth. 

“There are still people in the office, honey, don’t let them know that you’re in here being so good for me. So good with that pussy split open.” 

“I want them to know, Daddy,” you babble. “I want them to know how you fuck me just right. I want everyone to know.” The tears finally fall; you’re overwhelmed with emotion and how good he feels sliding in and out of you. 

He moans, reaching down to lace his fingers with your own. “Let’s tell them then, my perfect girl, let’s tell everyone. Fuck, I love you so.” 

“Love you, love you, love…l-love you,” you pant as he pulls out, stroking his cock twice more before spilling his seed on your pussy. Before the peak that he’s worked you towards starts to slip out of reach, he dives down between your legs and starts eating your cunt with enthusiasm. His tongue swirls around your clit, gathering his own spend before pushing it back into you. When he sucks on your clit, you come hard. 

His face is damp with your combined juices when you tug him up to kiss you. He tastes salty and musky and you moan when he slips his tongue in your mouth. When he finally helps you sit up, legs dangling off the side of his desk, he pulls out his pocket square and cleans you up the best that he can before tucking it into his pants pocket. You know that he will use it to touch himself later, if you ask. 

“My perfect, perfect girl,” he says. “Do you want to go home so I can make you come again? You can scream as loud as you want,” he promises. 

“Yes, Daddy. Please.”

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

(smiling evilly) i have plans for october that you will all be pleased with

[babblingeccentric]

KINKTOBER REQUESTS 2023 ARE OPEN!

I'm opening my inbox to requests for Kinktober!

Here's how it works: I will be writing ~17 small ~300 word ficlets about every 2 days for the month of October. I have a list of kinks I've picked out at the end of this post to use as prompts. I will be randomly selecting a kink to write for each day until I've written each one.

What I need from you: I need you to pick a kink from the list below and a character you'd like to see written along with the genitalia and pronouns you'd like reader to have and put it in my inbox. I will use these as prompts for the ficlets. When I pull a kink from the hat I will pick a request with that kink from my inbox and write it.

Rules:

I won't write female characters because as cool and interesting as the one piece women are I write entirely through the power of horny and they don't make me hard.

I reserve the right to refuse any prompt for whatever reason including that I just don't vibe with it (sorry but my motivation is fickle and I already burned myself out on another reader insert blog writing stuff I didn't like)

I'm only accepting prompts with One Piece characters at this time.

There is no guarantee that your request will be written, especially if there are multiple requests for that same kink with different characters

I won't write anything with Luffy and I won't write Zoro with a female reader (nonbinary reader, cis and trans male reader are all fine). No shade against people who like or write this stuff I just find it clashes with my personal headcanons for the them.

If I don't get any prompts for a certain kink I'll pick a character and reader myself.

You can request a kink at any time until it has been written and posted

Have fun!

Kink List

Kink's will be crossed off as they are written and posted

Heat

Wax play

Shibari

Pegging

Cunnilingus

Teratophilia

Spanking

Sounding

Exhibitionism

Praise

Virginity

Threesome

Tit play

Skirts/petticoats

Vibrator/sex toys

Piercing

Gender play

Oviposition

[secretbigboylover]

Happy Halloween

The fantasy of going trick or treating in the wrong neighbourhood and knocking on a witches door. She doesn’t answer, but there’s a bow outside that says “take only one”. Ignoring the sign (I mean she isn’t even home) you take a handful and start to walk away. The door opens and the irresistible aroma of sweets flows through. Unable to resist to walk inside. The witch greats you with a smile. She complements your greedy pig costume, this confuses you as you could have sworn you were dressed as a pirate. Soon all thoughts leave your head as you gaze upon the feast of sweets. You dig in and loose complete control. Not before long you looses your belt, soon after you unbuttoned your pants, before you no it your shirt starts riding up. Cake, doughnuts, cupcakes, all so sugary and sweet. Soon you are too full to eat. “Aw did piggy stuff themselves?” The witch says “Well i can fix that” she rubs your belly and you are filled with the deepest hunger. The next thing you know the sun is rising. You rub your eyes trying to clear the food comma. You try to stretch and find your arms don’t go that far and your legs a buried under a mattress sized belly. “Looks like piggy is awake” the Witch rubs your belly while teasing you with a doughnut just out of reach. You lung for it again and again as the Witch tease you, the doughnut forever out of reach. Finally she lets you have it and you inhale it in seconds. “I thought I’d teach you a lesson about being greedy, but I think I’ve just made a happy porker instead. Now who’s ready for breakfast”

[stunie]

zevie! first of all i am SO looking forward to your kinktober 2024 mlist [incoherent yelling]. in the meantime i wanted to let you know that i have read and re-read everything you have written so far for windbreaker and it is ALL SO GOOD. i went in hardcore into just one or two of the boys but after reading your stuff it literally becomes like. whoever it is you’re writing for in that post :’) anyways i am counting down the days to your sep posts but pls take care of yourself too, thank you so much for all of your hard work!

nonnie !!! hellloooo aaaa my kinktober !! i am so excited for you guys to read it (: i spent a while thinking of the prompts & tried to make them super juicy <33

you’re rereading ??? that’s like one of the sweetest compliments u can give a writer my love ):

you as well!! i am so excited for what’s to come (: if i finish kinktober prompts early, i have a milestone event planned! i have an idea that can include my shy readers as well 🤍

[iwaasfairy]

lol i’ve gone thru ur incest tag so many times <////3 it feels like only u and like three other ppl r actively writing gross stuff cries

HeHHEHEHRHJF I mean I feel bad that you can’t find many other writers ofc buT (;̦̦̦̦̦̦̦̦ↂ⃝⃓⃙⃚⃘ vↂ⃝⃓⃙⃚⃘;̦̦̦̦̦̦̦̦)/ teeheEE tHANK YOUUSSS I love writing gross stuff I love it n !!! It makes me twirl my hair and kick my feetsies thNk you for reading lovely ♡♡ mWUAH mwuah

[ghostsangelic]

day two: tail play (phantom/rain)

kinktober prompts curtesy of @kroas-adtam <3

anyways... this one was a little bit of a struggle! but i think they're cute <3 i hope you enjoy!

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Rain watches Phantom's tail whip around from where they sit in their armchair- it thumps against the couch as he plays his game with Swiss- excitedly yelling something unidentifiable to Rain as they watch it. The bright colours on the screen don’t keep their attention- just the way that Phantom's sweatpants rest low enough on his hips that the base of his tail is visible as it flits around, the thin spade slapping against the couch still. “Rain! Rainy! Did you see that move? Get fucked Swiss!” Phantom laughs, eyes shining as Swiss groans in the background. They hum an acknowledgement, unable to help the soft chuckle that leaves them. “It was a fluke! Rematch!” 

“Nope! I won fair and square! You have to do dishes tonight and I get to have fun with Rain~” Phantom looks all proud as Swiss keeps groaning- throwing the controller to the couch. 

“When did I get involved in this game of yours?” Rain chuckles again, head tilted towards the two. 

“Just a personal bet… damn it.” Swiss grumbles, getting up and disappearing into the doorway to the kitchen- presumably to go to the dishes that had piled up all day. 

Phantom grins at Rain, still having that mischievous look in his eyes as he gets up and takes Rains hand- starting to drag them out of their chair, “Cmon! Lets go Rainy, you’ll like this game a lot more.” 

His tone is tinged with something more suggestive, a saccharine sweet promise of something more to come- leading Rain to bonelessly follow after him without a word of complaint. Their sweet little Phantom, the pack baby- Rain has been tiptoeing at the edges. Biding his time, watched as the others flirted and took him to their beds… they waited. Waited patiently for Phantom to come to them- and come he did… 

Phantom locks his door behind them. Kissing them sweetly, looking at them with those purple and golden eyes and they’re putty in his hands. 

“I wanna make you feel good Rainy… can I?” 

Their knees go weak. 

“Yes…yes, please bat… “ 

That's all it takes, Phantom stripping Rain with practiced ease that would not have been expected. He presses heated kisses to their neck, smiling into their skin as Rain shivers. 

“Saw you watching my tail all night puddle… gonna make you feel good with it.” 

They’re stripped of their pants, cold hands slipping down their slit. He has Rain moaning with the movement, slick building in the folds. 

“Mmm! Yes… Please, want it…” Rain is groaning, letting themselves fall into Phantoms flow. He chuckles above them (when did they get to the bed?) and pumps a couple fingers into them. 

“I’ll see your pretty tentacle next time… yeah? Already so wet Rainy… cute.” Phantom collects their slick onto his fingers, whispering sweet words into the skin of their stomach as he rubs his tail with it. Rain watches with bated breath, nodding dumbly and licking their lips at the way he flushes with the action- their tails were so sensitive… 

“Ready puddle?” He doesn’t wait for Rain to answer, the spade of his tail beginning to push into their hole. The stretch around Phantom's spade burns in such a delicious way, that it has them both moaning with the movement. The spade pops into them with a sinfully wet sound, and Rain’s cheeks glow with their bioluminescent flush at it. 

“So tight Rainy… Satanas- you feel so good around my tail… so wet,” Phantoms voice sounds thick, and he’s biting his lip as he moves that tail up farther into them. 

“Oooh, fuck Phantom… feel so good in me..!” Rain slurs, their own tail thrashing against the bed. 

“Gonna make you cum on it… then we’ll have more fun yeah?” 

The grin on Phantoms face already has their thighs shaking with the promise in his tone. They’re going to have so much fun. 

[heyheydidjaknow]

Alright. So, as you might be able to see from my general lack of writing, I have been having writer’s block like you would not believe. Not for lack of ideas, but for lack of structure, I have been slacking. Fortunately for me, (and with it starting on the first it feels like a birthday present) Kinktober is a thing. Unfortunately for me, I am shitty at writing proper smut, and trying to rectify that by forgoing the frying pan entirely and diving head first into the fire seems like a bad idea. So, courtesy of @kinktober2023’s SFW list of prompts, I am going to try my best to do the same amount of writing as everyone else without having to wade too far out into the deep end too soon. I may decide to switch things up and try to go further in a more mature direction but that’s future me’s problem.

The list of prompts are as follows:

Hand holding

Ear cleaning

Lap pillow

Nonsexual age play

Embracing

First kiss

Swapping/sharing clothes

Napping together

Deep kissing

Shining shoes

Shopping

Chaste kiss

Playing with hair

Back scratching

Massaging

Familiar scents

Cooking/sharing a meal

Sickfic

Tooth brushing

Showering

Bathing

Washing hair

Putting on makeup

Getting dressed

Dancing together

Tying a tie

Helping with button/zipper

Calling

Texts/email

Cuddling

Freebie

I haven’t decided who should go where yet or anything like that. I am very open to suggestions. If I can decide for things in advance I’ll probably try to prewrite stuff, but I don’t know. If I don’t stick to it please yell at me; the peer pressure would be greatly appreciated. If nobody sends anything in then I’ll end up spinning a wheel with potential characters and assign them randomly or something. I hope we can all start to have some fun the Sunday after next, that I can get back into writing, and that I will be able to maybe write smut without burying my face in my hands by the end of this whole thing. I’ll try to set names this time next week give or take. Thank you to everyone that has sent me kind words about the most recent fics, and have a great couple of weeks or so.

[puffaloxx]

it's kinktober my fellow whoresss~