It Is A Long Way Down...

"Regular" kink | Ghost kink

Day 1: Genital torture (CBT/CVT) | Monsterfucking

a) inflicting pain/intense pleasure/intense physical stimulation to the genitals; CBT (cock and ball torture)/CVT (clit or vulva torture), tdick torture b) sex with a non-human creature; vampire, were-creature, demons/ghouls, angels, tentacle monster, dragon, shadow monster, etc

Day 2: Blackmail | Religious/blasphemy

a) blackmail role play involving consensual scenarios where one person holds something over the other—information, images, or fictional leverage—creating dynamics of coercion, vulnerability, and power that exist entirely within negotiated fantasy; type of edge play and CNC b) sexual arousal related to religious acts/objects, or from subverting religion/purity aspects of faith

Day 3: Somnophilia | Worship

a) sexual activity related to sleep; sex with a sleeping partner, sexual arousal from watching sleeping partner, sex near sleeping partner, etc; CNC b) one person lavishing the other person with kisses, licking, massage, stimulation (whole body or body part), may or may not include worshipful dirty talk; can be part of deification (treating a partner like a deity/vastly superior) or as part of worshipping someone/something else, e.g. sexual activity to honour Satan/Asmodeus

Day 4: Collars/collaring | Uniform/clothing

a) formal commitment event between a dom and a sub, usually involves the dom placing a collar around the sub's neck but can also be the other way, may be simple or extravagant (similar to a wedding); power play b) sexual arousal from/sexual focus on someone dressed in a specific uniform/clothing

Day 5: Virginity | Ritual

a) sex for the first time, typically role play; can be part of corruption/teaching/intimacy/exploration kink b) performing sexual acts as part of a ritual; sex as part of a set of actions performed in a specific way, may or may not be religious/spiritual

Day 6: Boots | Claws

a) boot blacking (the act of cleaning and/or polishing leather boots/shoes, typically submissive act but can also dominant act of service), boot humping, stepping (stepping on someone while wearing boots b) a scene involving claws (real (monster, shapeshifter, vampire, ghoul, etc) or sex toy/accessory)

Day 7: Hypnosis | Tail

a) state of deep relaxation and focused concentration in which the person is more susceptible to suggestion; can be used to increase sensitivity, deepen spiritual connection, for teasin and denial play, etc; can also be quintosis - using quintessence to take partial or full control of someone's mind and/or body, similar to hypnosis but more magical and powerful with no real life limitations b) sexual stimulation of the tail, using the tail for sexual stimulation, using the tail for restraining, etc

Day 8: Sex pollen/fuck-or-die | Horns

a) one or more characters become infected with substance (pollen or otherwise) that cause a sudden and urgent need for enganging in sexual activity, often involving fluid exchange; can be combined with fuck-or-die: character/s must have sex or they will die b) sexual stimulation of horns, sexual arousal related to horns, using horns for insertion, grinding, rubbing, etc

Day 9: Sensory play | Musical instruments

a) limiting or intensifying a partner's senses; heat/cold, textures, audio, abrasion, chemical, e-stim, figging, pinwheel, impact play (spanking, flogging, caning, whipping, etc), sensory deprivation b) using musical instruments for sexual pleasure; rubbing, grinding, inserting, fucking, masturbating while watching, cumming untouched while playing, etc

Day 10: Object insertion | On stage

a) inserting objects into the ass/vagina/mouth, typically objects not meant for sexual stimulation b) sexual activity on stage, during Ghost ritual or during other event

Day 11: Strap | Backstage

a) one or more characters using a strap for sexual activity b) sexual activity backstage, in relation to Ghost ritual or other event

Day 12: Butch patriarchy | Murder

a) patriarchy kink but with butch non-male character/s in the privileged group holding the majority of power b) sexual arousal by witnessing and/or partaking in murder; can also be sexual arousal by the risk of being murdered

Day 13: Cage/chastity | Lore play

a) preventing access to or stimulation of sexual organs; orgasm control b) no foreplay without lore play: you will read my worldbuilding before anyone fucks; worldbuilding context for sexual activity

Day 14: Primal/predator-prey | Mass

a) acting on base, instinctual feelings and urges, including but not limited to fighting, rough handling, hunting, predator-prey dynamics, reaching a level of deep emotion where social graces no longer apply b) a group ritual honouring and connecting with Satan/Lucifer/Hell through tradition/magic/ceremony

Day 15: Watersports/omorashi | Kneeling

a) watersports - pissing on or in someone; marking, claiming, degrading, worshipful; omorashi - sexual arousal from having a full bladder and/ holding to the point of wetting oneself b) submissive position of deference and service; as part of religious activity, and/or sexual activity; just like Holy Mary

Day 16: Smoking | Audience with Papa

a) sexual arousal from watching/imagining someone smoking, and/or from inhaling smoke/tobacco/drugs b) character has an audience with papa; can be seen as power play

Day 17: Orgy | Umbra

a) group sex typically as part of a party setting including (over-)indulgence in pleasure (food, drink, drug, music, etc.) b) Umbra

Day 18: Knife play | Satanic panic

a) a scene involving the use of one or more knives, by either dom or sub; a form of edge play (high-risk, scene or activity with the potential to be dangerous, damaging, or have long-lasting consequences) b) religious fear play

Day 19: Medfet | Blood

a) playing doctor for erotic and/or power play reasons b) a scene involving the use of blood, a form of edge play

Day 20: Free use | Sacrilege

a) using someone for your own pleasure without asking permission, may involve varying levels of humiliation/degradation/in-attention/praise/overstimulation/etc, a form of consensual non-consent b) violation/disrespectful treatment of sacred place/object/person, taking away its sacred status; e.g. sex in a christian church, sex with holy items, sex with priest/monk/nun/other holy person, etc

Day 21: T4T | The Horsemen

a) trans for trans, trans people having sex with each other b) sexual activity with the horsemen (real or role play), sexual activity in honour of or to invoke the horsemen

Day 22: Fucking turned to lovemaking | Hellbeast

a) sex with intimacy and love, focused on mental and spiritual connection b) sexual activity with, in honour of, or to invoke a hellbeast (undefined, creative freedom encouraged); similar to monsterfucking with a focus on beings from Hell

Day 23: Tit play | Punishment

a) sexual activity focused on tits b) earthly or infernal correction of behaviour

Day 24: Fauxcest (mommy/daddy/sibling) | Sleep paralysis demon

a) mommy/daddy/sibling kink: either in title only for a soft/care focused dominant or for role playing b) sexual arousal from being near a sleep paralysis demon, sexual activity with sleep paralysis demon; power play, CNC

Day 25: Non-sexual kink | Altar

a) exploring any kink non-sexually; e.g. bondage, edge play, needles, marking, TPE, gentle d/s, etc b) sexual activity on an altar, or body used as altar

Day 26: Fake safe word | Hunters Moon

a) escalation word; using an agreed upon fake safe word to intensify a consensual non-consent scene while still having a real safe word in place if needed b) today is the hunters moon: sex under the moon, sex caused by the moon, sex as part of hunting, etc

Day 27: TPE | The female orgasm

a) total power exchange, complete temporary transfer of power and control from sub to dom, either for a few activities (clothing, food, bathroom) or all decisions b) sexual activity focusing on the female orgasm, see Jigolo Har Megiddo

Day 28: Bondage | Taint

a) restraining someone using rope/cable ties/chains/cuffs/etc; practical/decorative/restrictive/predicament/shibari/etc b) sexual activity focusing on the taint

Day 29: Sado-masochism | Demonic possession

a) scene with a sadist inflicting physical/emotional pain on a masochist b) character/s possessed by a demon engaging in sexual activity; can be power play, CNC, TPE

Day 30: Gender play | Sacrifice

a) force masc, force femme; gender of any variety as the focus of the scene b) sexual activity as a sacrifice

Day 31: Grinding | Authority

a) grinding on each other, on a thigh, on a pillow, on a grinder toy, on furniture, etc. b) sexual arousal by one character having more authority than others; power imbalance

Alternates

If you are completely stuck one day, or none of the above tickle your taint have a go at one of these. Or if you just need a little more inspiration, use them in combination with the main prompts.

Exhibitionism/voyeurism

Humping/frottage/scissoring

Edging

Spanking

Glory hole

Masturbation

Phone sex/sexting

Stripping/lap dance

Breeding

By the time you yanked it down and had made your way up, broom in hand, your adrenaline was starting to wear off, though. When you popped your head up, you still half expected to be attacked, but what you saw was entirely different.

One of the windows was broken, icy air and sleet blowing into the attic, bringing the temperature down and soaking the insulation. A filthy nest made of old rags, twigs, trash was crammed into a dark corner. Open food containers, bags of bread shredded, cans of tuna licked clean scattered around and in it, along with a few small animal skeletons. A bird, what might have been a possum. And in all the chaos, a plush toy tucked into the middle, missing an eye and dirty but otherwise carefully cared for.

You thought back to the form that had scrambled out of your bed, all spindly limbs and flashing fangs. For someone so tall, he - you believed it was a 'he', now that you thought back on it - he seemed so... Light. Skinny to an almost impossible degree, though it might have been the shadows playing tricks. Still, the food that you found evidence of couldn't be enough to feed a grown man, or a grown hybrid. At least, you were pretty sure it wasn't - you didn't know much about hybrids. Your parents weren't pet people.

"Fuck..." You breathed, eyes sweeping over the scene, your hands falling heavily to your side. The poor bastard was starving. And you'd chased him with a broom.

After a second sweep of the attic found nothing, you climbed back down, leaving the ladder down. Better than him climbing through the walls. You turned the lights off and headed to the kitchen, making a few quick Google searches as you pawed through your pantry. It said catboys - and judging from the hissing and yowling, thats what you were dealing with - needed a diet of primarily meat, but they could eat a little plant matter. And he seemed to like tuna and bread, or was at least comfortable with it.

You made two tuna melts, making sure the smell wafted through the house. You cut them in half, plated them nicely, and then set them at the bottom of the ladder to the attic.

Then you waited. Tucked behind the bathroom door, broom in hand, ready for aggression.

And waited.

And waited.

You has resigned yourself to tossing out a couple sandwiches when you heard something creak in the roof. First, a pair of eyes, the same mis-match flash of red and yellow catching the lights. A shiver ran down your spine despite your desire to help, the small animal part of your brain screaming to run. Slowly, he unfolded himself down the stairs, head first, the unnatural gait making your stomach twist. Long fingered hands grasped the wood, the nails filthy and broken, limbs too long for the body they were attached to. You caught a glimpse of bony wrists, of a deathly pale face, and now a skull?

His head shifted, scanning the room, and you realized it wasn't his skull, but some kind of mask. You decided not to dwell on where he'd gotten such a thing or if it might be real bone, instead watching as he slinked down the ladder, his lips parting to scent the air. There was a flash of teeth, sharp, long, before his ears swiveled and he zeroed in on the now cold sandwiches.

He ate with the gustow of a man starved, grabbing both sandwiches at once and cramming as much into his mouth as he could. He stuffed his cheeks full, chewing messily, crumbs and mayonnaise smeared across his face and spindly hands. You watched him eat, shocked by the sheer desperation in his enthusiasm, and leaned forward slightly.

The floorboards creaked under you, and both of you froze.

"Hey - wah-wait-!" You said quickly, holding both hands palm up, crouching to make yourself look smaller. He tensed, hackles raised, teeth bared, but didn't scurry away. "They're - they're good, right? The sandwiches. I can, I can toast em again, if you wanted. Warm them up."

'Warm' seemed to catch his attention, his ears swiveling forward. There was a notch in one, a ragged tear from a fight, maybe? He stared you down, pupils slits of black in the shadow of his mask, but his lip slowly uncurled, his shoulders lowering almost imperceptibly. Your eyes darted over him, the tattered clothes, the boots, each a different size, the sole hanging off of one. He was skinnier than you'd thought, so much skinnier. How long had he been outside, alone? How cold did he have to be, to resort to snuggling up in the bed of a stranger?

"I have milk, too," you offered, taking another step closer. He didn't move. "Can you have hot chocolate?"

He stared at you, wide eyed, silent, and for a moment you thought he was going to bolt again. Then, quietly, he spoke. You didn't know what you'd thought he'd sound like, but it wasn't the quiet, slightly nasal tenor that rasped from behind the mask, nor the cautious, gentle tone.

"... I like chocolate."

-

You had put a towel down on the sofa before you let him sit on it. It felt a little rude, but the poor man was filthy, and a shower seemed even ruder to insist on. He crammed himself into the corner, wrapped up in the four or so blankets you'd offeres him as you puttered around the kitchen. He watched, unblinking, as you moved, heat up milk in the largest mug you owned, adding two packets of hot chocolate to it so it was extra rich. You paused as the color evened out, glancing at him nervously. "You... Like marshmallows?"

He didn't reply, holding your gaze, steady but wary. It felt like he could see right through you, the odd, white eye enough to send a shudder down your spine. Was it blind? It didn't feel like it.

You added the marshmallows before carefully carrying the mug back into the livingroom. He sunk back into the couch as you neared, but you were careful to move slow, to keep the coffee table between you and the couch. You pushed the mug as close to him as you possibly could, and stepped back. "Might be hot."

His fingers were long, almost too long, but it might have been the length of his claws and general thinness exaggerating it all. He clutched the mug in both hands, gulping down the sweet drink, brow furrowing slightly as it slipped down his throat. It was messy, desperate, and it broke your heart to watch.

"...how long have you been up in the attic?" You asked softly as he finished the mug, nostrils flaring as he tried to catch his breath. He sunk a little deeper into the couch, drawing too long legs towards his chest, as if he was trying to disappear. For a long moment, there was only silence and that wide eyed stare, and you were starting to think he wasn't going to say anything when he finally spoke.

"Since before you moved in," he said simply. "In the summer - it was cooler inside. No one was here yet."

There was something nearing apology in his tone, though it didn't quite reach there - more a statement of fact than anything else.

"When you moved in, I hid. I thought you would find me sooner - when you didn't, I just... Stayed until you did. I thought you would just call someone to come and take me away, anyway." His gaze fell away then, tail flicking as he clutched the mug tighter. "You are, aren't you?"

You paused at that, unsure of how to answer. Of course you shouldn't even he considering this - you were in no state to take care of a catboy, let along a feral one in such desperate conditions. He needed to be seen by a vet immediately, maybe even a specialist - you'd only ever seen hybrids in this shape on rescue ads.

But you wanted to. Something in the way he clutched that mug, that stare - still wide-eyed and unnerving under the strange mask, but with something deeper now.

Fear.

The pause was too much. He was moving already, slowly climbing to the back of the couch in an impossible tangle of limbs and too sharp angles. "You're going to," he growled, bristling, eyes flashing in the darkness of his mask. You could see the tension in his spine tightening, the spring coiling. Teeth bared, too sharp, claws digging into the upholstery, all ready to strike. "I won't go! I was here first! You won't make me leave, I won't go back there!"

"Wait-" you started, standing, reaching for him, but he hissed and sprang. He darted past you, and when you tried to grab him as he tumbled over the coffee table, you felt the bite of claws through flesh. The table toppled, sending you falling backwards, the plate and mug shattering across the floor. You yelped, clutching your arm as he skittered away into the darkness of of a closet. And then he was gone, scratching and scraping through the walls, plaster falling from the ceiling in his wake.

Blood soaked into your sleeve, the pain blooming in a sharp sting as you sat in the mess he'd left behind.