kinktober teaser ; day fourteen female drider (green lynx spider) x gender neutral reader 448 words lime | lingerie, body worship, Much Flirting
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Lace’s long, green fingers pluck at a strand of fabric on your hip, smile growing wide as she pulls it taut. It vibrates, like a signal for captured prey and then she lets go, mandibles chittering. The smallsnapbarely stings, but a prickle of pain isn’t what Lace is after, having you dress this way. The lingerie isjust this side of too-tight, skin spilling over the straps that spiral strategically around you from throat to ankle. It’s likely that it should make you feel closed in, but Lace’s work is meant to highlight a body, not hide it.
female half human-half dragon x gender/body neutral reader 455 words lemon-limeish prompt was ‘pulled’
“Likethis,” Zi demonstrates, fingers careful around your wrist, and strokes your hand over the air in front of her face. There’s a strange sort of catch, like hot air pushing back against your touch, and then her appearance ripples, the glamour falling away like shredded silk.
Your heart thunders against your rib-cage like a captured bird.
Zi is covered in copper scales, the pattern of them so faint in places you can barely tell it isn’t skin. The scales are true copper though, the edges gone faintly green and turquoise with patina. She still has hair, half human as she is, but there is no denying her draconic heritage. Not with her skin, or her eyes, or her tongue, forked and flicking out from between her lips.
“Am I still to your liking?” Zi asks, and her voice too, is changed. It rumbles, and the vibration of it is nearly tangible. Her thumb strokes over your pulse, blazing, fingernail pricking, and you have to shudder, though you note the tremulous tone of her words, the worry. That she would trust you with this, that she wouldn’t just show you, but chose to teachyou how to see her true self-
“Yes,” is all you can breathe out, leaning into her as she pulls you off of your feet and into her arms, face close enough to kiss. “Everything about you has always been to my liking, Zi,” you murmur, mouth parting when her lips graze yours. You can breathe in the heat of her, like the warmth of a log fire rolling over your skin, but when she kisses you, it doesn’t burn. The warmth zips through you with lightning speed, leaving desire and languid limbs in its wake.
“Funny,” she teases, forked tongue softer than a feather against your lips, “I’ve always found you to my liking as well.” It’s different, kissing her this way, her tongue is quicker, but no less pleasant for it’s gentleness. You’re so caught up in the feel of her, scales and warmth and sweet kisses, that you don’t realize she’s pulled you down to the bed until your elbow brushes sheets.
“Surely,” Zi adds, smiling when she sees the mild surprise on your face, “we should make sure the rest of me pleases you as well?”
“You won’t hear any objections from me,” you manage to say, shivering when she coaxes you closer with talons, careful on the backs of your thighs.
“You’re quite sure?” She asks, removing a hand from your thighs so she can raise your chin, eyes intent on your mouth.
“Of you?” You breathe out, eyelids falling closed. “I’m still sure, I’ve-” a gasp escapes you as she takes your word for it.
Male orc, afab reader, light nsfw, mention of pegging…
The mug slipped from your hand and sloshed into the washing up bowl, sluicing a small tide of suds and water over the edge and down your T-shirt.
“You want me to what?”
“Not if you don’t want to, obviously…” he blurted, his already dark green cheeks flushing a deeper shade.
You turned and, in the blink of an eye, closed the three steps between you and the hulking, seven foot orc in the kitchen doorway, and placed your hands on his hips.
You watched his throat work as he swallowed, earthy brown eyes sliding away to bore a hole in the kitchen lino flooring.
“Tell me I heard you right, darling…?” you said softly, and he flushed again.
After rubbing gentle arcs across his hip bones with your thumbs where you still stood anchored to him, you looked up into his gorgeous, gentle face and finally found his gaze on you.
“I want you to peg me,” he mumbled around his huge tusks. “I want you to make me come like that.”
“Come here first,” you grinned and pulled him down into a kiss so fierce it took him off guard.
His hands grabbed your hips a moment later, and he hoisted you easily up to hug his waist with your thighs before growling low in his throat and backing you up against the wall.
“You’ll do it?” he asked between kisses.
“Darling, it would be my pleasure,” you beamed back.
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It’s not much but I hope you like it all the same. Happy Orctober, friends.
This was March’s Story of the Month over on Patreon! Can you tell that the weather sometimes influences the subject of my stories? non-binary rain elemental x gender neutral reader 2.5k words sfw | one showing of blatant interest, mention of drinking, but otherwise read more is for length!
The sound of the rain is making you strangely drowsy.
It shouldn’t be. You’re cold as hell, sitting on the front porch of your new house at midnight, nursing a drink one of your roommates made to celebrate. The false heat the alcohol had made inside you seemed a little toohot, so you thought that stepping outside might give you a jump to your system Might wake you with the snap of the cold. Instead, the heavy rain pouring into the yard and onto the street has you blinking your eyes furiously to keep them open.
The droning noise is just so soothing.
You suck in another deep breath, trying to relish the sear in your lungs - maybe you are fighting it - but then you’re distracted by the figure in the rain. They walk slowly, like they’re walking with something heavy on their legs or their shoulders, the rain bouncing off of them, creating a strange kind of misty aura. You… You can’t see them. Just their shape, the splash of their feet in the growing puddles, some kind of walking stick in their arm that they swing back and forth. They’re invisible. Their clothes, their body, the stick in their hand- everything about them is invisible.
The lethargy builds, until you’re swaying in your seat on the porch stairs, eyes narrowed as you try to focus, because- because that can’t be right? Can it? And then you feel the weight of their eyes, can see a spark-like gleam where their eyes should be and wind chimes seem to echo in your ears-
You wake, finding yourself back inside on the couch. Cold morning light fills the living room and casts shadows over one of your roommates, sleeping soundly on the floor next to you. Obviously they’d drawn the short straw and remained nearby to make sure you were alright.
“What the fuck was that?” You whisper into the silent room, heart racing loud enough to nearly drown out your words.
forest being x gender/body neutral reader 4k words lemon | making out, oral, multiple “tongues”, size difference chapter one?
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“Your company is… Appreciated,” you say, glancing back down at the ground. Aspen doesn’t seem particularly keen on putting you down. You’re fairly certain you’re going to have to ask - and they’re stroking over your shoulder again, uncaring of the way your sweater catches on one of the splits in their branch-like fingertips.
They breathe out, a quiet, ruffling noise accompanying their breath. You look back at their mouth, blinking when you catch sight of flickering green.
“Would you like more than company?” Aspen asks slyly, having caught your staring. They cease the stroking of your shoulder, lifting you a bit closer to their face. You can see the tiny ferns that make up their eyelashes more clearly now, and the flickering green when their lower jaw moves. “I am quite confident that I can imitate human-”
“You really have been watching over Makeout Point for years,” you mutter, covering your face with both hands and risking a choked laugh. You’re not sure you can look them in the face for this particular conversation, not if you have to explain how things like this generally work. “So, uh, normally a couple spends a large amount of time together before-”
Aspenlaughs, and the sound of it hits you from head to toe, a reverberation that lingers in your bones long after they’ve gone quiet. They shake their head slowly, with amusement, and the way they sway- The branches sprouting from their head almost remind you of horns.
forest being x gender/body neutral reader 3000 words sfw | size difference, flirting
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The rumors around Makeout Point have been flying about for at least a month now. They range from whispers and stifled laughter over Bigfoot jokes, to scared teenagers claiming something large and utterly frightening is living out there in the woods. No two people seem to have the same description at hand, but there are two words that stick out frequently when the rumors come up. Largeandhairy.
Despite the clear and utter lack of tracks, the general consensus is that a bear must be in the area. Nothing more than an animal, roaming in the wrong places, the papers have claimed. Skeptics repeat the words so often that outright panic is halted, even though the whispers continue. Especially after forest rangers comb the area and find no evidence of bears.
You’re rather of the opinion that it’s more along the lines of an internet hoax though. Halloween is fast approaching, and people love to seize onto stories eerie in nature, just to give themselves a bit of a thrill. Besides, you’ve been coming here frequently for years. Makeout Point is just an old hiking trail that ends in a clearing. It’s perfect for teenage parties, complete with a fire pit made out of stones gathered from the woods or brought out specially by people that want to make a mark. During the day it’s nothing more than a nice place to wander about the trees and get away from the noise of the highway.
It… Isn’t particularly hard to imagine the silly Bigfoot stories though. Most forests have always given off that trees have eyes vibe, but there are a few spots, particularly in the mouth of the clearing, that give you more than the chills, the feeling of something lives here. You’ve always simply chalked it up to the fact that the spot is old. You go out there anyway, despite the strange feeling, despite the rumors, because sometimes dealing with the local populace just sucks. And nature, if not always a forgiving entity, is still more soothing.
this is so random but I feel like sae byeok is the type of girlfriend who likes to act “annoyed” with you but would literally do anything for you – like, literally anything.
· she’s not abrasive and brash as she makes herself out to be
· she’s fiercely loyal and loves telling you that she’s all yours
· you’re on her mind 24/7
· i think she’s the type who offers to drive you to places when you need to run errands as an excuse to hang out with you for some more time
· lives to spoil you and baby you. she likes being in control, and providing for you fills her heart and fuels her ego
· has an excellent memory. makes you blush when she remembers something you like.
· also, the protective type
· like “text me when you get home so I know you’re safe”
· you’re undoubtedly her weak spot. she’s a bit prone to jealousy but she’s never controlling
Summary: You were desperate for the money, just like every other person who decided to call that number on the golden card. But while you came here for the money, you never expected to find the girl who you hated most in this world sleeping in the bunk next to you.
Warnings: canon level violence, mentions of death, blood and violence, angst, heartbreak, mentions of cancer and surgery
a/n: i don’t know how hospitals and the healthcare system works in South Korea, please don’t cast any hate if i get it wrong, i’m just writing what flows with the story <3
The golden pig above you was taunting you. Along with the other four hundred and fifty five people in the room. You all stared up at the piggy bank with wide, hopeful eyes. Some eyes were greedier than others. You couldn’t deny it, you were hungry for that money. Hungry like a man starved. You needed it. After losing all of your savings, and finding out that your younger sister had been diagnosed with cancer. She needed the surgery to remove it, and that cost more than your house and car combined.
a/n - gonna become a kang sae-byeok blog because it’s a crime that there’s no content for her. we are starved writing community. customer, @keokomi.
- if you could, you’d erase the past and rewrite history. sketch the lines of a story that followed a plot much more interesting than the one you currently lived in. paint colors with a brush that felt more vivid and meaningful than the dullness in which captures your vision each and every morning. shades that portray the shadows of a different reality and the what if’s that could’ve been. with just a pencil in hand, you wished to give much more than what you were capable of gifting.
- kang sae-byeok, a girl you had unknowingly written yourself into her story. it had been just another one of those bland mornings filled with empty mugs stained with coffee and an alarm clock that rattled in your ears, leaving you to rush with untied shoes and ruffled hair. a project for your art school, one you had knowingly left unattended until the looming reminder of the due date startled you to cramp in weeks of work into just mere hours. a late night of blindingly bright lights to keep you from slumber and coffee that no longer worked that left you hunched over the desk with a half finished drawing and empty supplies. all those events led you here, into the small art shop wedged between two buildings to gather more items in hopes of finishing in time.
- a soft ring chimed in your ears, followed by the low sound of music playing in the background. your hands stayed hidden within your sweater pockets in order to keep the warmth that binds them, finding that your steps were automatic going to the aisle that contained what you needed. your eyes scanned the names and the numbers of value, rocking back and forward on your heels before leaning forward and reaching for the box of graphite pencils.
- a small jolt would spark your fingertips, surprised by the brush of someone else’s hands along your own. you both reached back ever so slightly to avoid the lingering touch, staring at one another in a silence that stretched on between the lyrics and drums that filled the store. entranced would better explain the feeling that plagued your mind interlocking your gaze with her own, finding that despite the heavy bags that lined her eyes, the hues of dark hickory rivaled that of azure skies and jade stones.
Trigger Warnings: NSFW, uncomfortable but consensual sex, Pregnancy, stillbirth, consensual cheating/marriage infidelity, past drug use, alcoholism
Synopsis:
This is a business transaction, you think, the horrible pounding of your heart giving you chest pains. A trade.
Your baby. His baby. A union of flesh in return for a crumbling business empire, one you know you can raise from the ground like a phoenix shaking off the ash of rebirth. The keys to the kingdom come with a price- but it will be worth it in time.
You just have to bear the irritation of your baby’s hedonistic father with stony disposition and firmness. He can’t shake you, no matter how skilled he becomes in finding your insecurities.
Author’s Note
So this is considerably darker and more traumatized than most of my work. The warnings do not apply to the main love interest’s and character’s relationships, besides them trying to work out that trauma, in, admittedly, very misguided ways. Their relationship starts out toxic, desperate and angry and exceptionally bitter, but mellows out with every mutual understanding reached.
This is an exploration between two deeply wounded people who need to be on the same page so they can work together to more effectively reduce their enemies to ash <3 I will put trigger warnings for particular scenes at the start of each applicable chapters. There will be no gratuitous flashbacks- this isn’t about the abusers, this is about their victims, so there will be no torture porn.
Summary: His lips touched the butterfly, a gift to you.
a/n: okay, so this hits a couple requests i got. one from the prompt challenge #169: What a pretty sight. and another one asking for stuff w/ fondness towards aaravos’ little speaker.
As they perched atop of his fingers, he was reminded of just delicate life could be. Once, not long ago, they had been shielded inside cocoons, and now their glittering wings trembled as though in dance, a tiny starlit night all their own. Their soft flutters across his skin were fragile, gone in an instant if it were something he was compelled to do.
Instead of that, however, he only watched as the pair of butterflies with their dazzling wings and black bodies flapped erratically to the inverted dome of the tall ceiling and clung to the marble. His eyes followed them, and as the fireplace dimmed and the warmth of it coiled through his fingers, he thought they were a night sky he remembered, though it was still so very far away.
Summary: You thought it a courtesy to look after your superior’s dignity whenever he dosed off, however, you were not expecting another visitor in one particular instance.
a/n: spoilers for season 2. just, like, everything is. sorry.
It would always remain a touch amusing when you would catch Viren amid a nap, often times jaw ajar whilst the delicate candlelight caught the glisten of a sliver of drool from the corner of his mouth. The man didn’t want to recognize he was getting on in age, much less admit to your smug face that he had dozed off.
Of course, such occurrences in the past had been warm moments; those types that made the burdens melt from your shoulders, and, just for a second, reminded you that life was more than its hardships. And yet now, in the years following the untimely departures of Sarai and Harrow, you found yourself at peace when he was asleep.
Summary: You could find the constellations on his back.
Those balmy summer evenings felt like a haze to him; delicate and fleeting. It was price of his being, of time being little more a single fray in a thread. He could anticipate that he would remain while the corpses of man and beast would rot beneath the soil, and the monuments of civilization were reclaimed by vines and saplings.
It haunted him some nights, those few instances he would forget after a blink. Most days passed in a blur, even less he would bother to commit to memory.
And yet, he wished the day would never come where he would have to recall your touch. Your fingertips ghosted along his back, moving with purpose to one point, hesitating, then moving to yet another.
