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hoshigray · 8 months ago

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𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢-𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 ☠︎ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦-𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 | a JJK series

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: another year, another kinktober for the blog; everyone say thank you to @blkkizzat for making me do this before i get off this platform bc i promise you i was ready to throw it in the trash, LMAO !! I can only hope that I can post everything on time...anyway, happy October, everybody!

2023 kinktober list ⋮ masterlists ⋮ playlist

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚…𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒆???

All the material below contains 18+ content, so minors do not interact. Changes + added pieces will be updated; look through my RBs to see what was changed or added. Contents of the fanfics/pieces are specified in their respective posts.

☠︎ = ficlet/thirst/scenario (Tues) | ♱ = fics (Thurs)

𓉸ྀི . . . 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 1 :

☠︎ 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭 𝐌𝐞, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 . . . ft. bully! Gojo ⋮ corruption kink

♱ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐆𝐨 𝐁𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | s. gojō + k. nanami + h. higuruma

Two demon hunters and a witch unite to take down a demon terrorizing the locals — sounds easy enough until the demon puts up a good fight and drags you three in for a night you’ll never forget…!

𓉸ྀི . . . 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 2 :

☠︎ 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 & 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 . . . ft. true form! Sukuna ⋮ cannabilism/ blood kink

♱ 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 & 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 | s. ryōmen

The duty of a shrine maiden isn’t straightforward — especially during the olden times. Could you take on the supposed King of Curses head-on and leave unscathed in more ways than one? Who knows…

𓉸ྀི . . . 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 3 :

☠︎ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐧' 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 . . . ft. werewolf! Nanami ⋮ breeding kink + knotting

♱ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫! | t. fushiguro

Not only are you drunk on a Friday night, but you’re a drunk, closeted succubus who is, unfortunately, under the care of the hot neighbor under your roof! Would you ruin the mood if he found out your little secret? You don’t even wanna know!

extra!! to be announced soon...

𓉸ྀི . . . 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 4 :

☠︎ 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬' 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 . . . ft. sirens! Shoko + Utahime + Yuki ⋮ monster-fucking + foursome

♱ 𝐖𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧' 𝐖𝐡𝐨, 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞? | c. kamo

Having a phantom in your apartment sounds pretty scary…! But what happens when you finally catch that unexpectedly cute ghost creeping around and frightening you? And…how do you plan on punishing the little scrub?

𓉸ྀི . . . 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 5 :

☠︎ 𝐒𝐨 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦 & 𝐓𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 . . . ft. ex-husband! Toji ⋮ cockwarming

♱ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥[𝐞𝐫] !! | s. gojō + s. getō

Ending the month with tradition: pulling up all the best scary movies to watch and hanging with your two best friends! But it's safe to say that the thing poking behind your back isn't a knife…according to Gojo.

𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝑪𝒍𝒖𝒃!!

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byhees · 3 months ago

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personal space

sunghoon has always been a, ‘my personal space’, kind of guy. he’d valued distance above all; to have things neat, predictable, and entirely his own. his room was no exception either; every book was in its shelf, every pen properly stored away, every item in its rightful place— until he met you.

you always sat a little too close to him during lunch, your elbow practically nudging his own, as you reach out to nab a few side dishes on his tray; you always leaned over his shoulder during study lessons, your hair gently brushing his arm as you point out his careless errors— you even showed up to his house announced at times, claiming that you needed someplace quiet to think; or rather, to fill some of his silence with your endless rambling.

but the odd thing was, he didn’t mind; in fact, he started to crave it. his room, once a shrine of order, was now dotted with little reminders of you— a hair tie haphazardly discarded on his desk, a sweatshirt of yours draped over his chair, and a few paper origami pieces by his bedside drawer; it was more like ‘our’ personal space.

and now he wonders; when did his, strictly, ten-foot radius shrink into five, then two, then none at all?

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cheesus-doodles · 4 months ago

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Ringing in the New Year with Toman

Masterlist

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Had this cute idea about writing some small New Year Eve scenarios but this massive writer’s block got me good ;w; it’s a bit late but i’m glad to have gotten this done! more to come in a bit

“Stuff it! I already called dibs!”

Kazutora, however, wasn’t having it, his leg shooting out to connect with the back of Mikey’s side as the duo-colored hair delinquent attempted to dislodge the other. “No! I got here first!”

You simply sighed, returning apologetic looks to the disapproving and wary glances your little group was receiving from the surrounding crowd, your kimono sleeve hitching as you reached to rub the back of your neck. The stars that usually blanketed the night sky were unfortunately covered behind a rolling group of clouds, though that was the last thing on your mind at the moment, you spotting from the corner of your eye Baji starting to fidget, his amber gaze eyeing the squabbling pair of delinquents still latched onto either of your arms.

You couldn’t even say for sure what they were bickering about, but knowing your three boys, it was probably something mundane.

The red lanterns that lined both sides of the path leading up to the shrine swayed in the gentle breeze, the strong sense of incense wafting down from the censor at the top of the stairs stinging your nose. It was New Year’s Eve, and you had been standing in the frigid air for a good part of the past hour, and it was clear that the constant waiting was getting to your Toman boys, even if it was their idea to do this. Kazutora and Mikey have escalated to butting heads right now, hands tangled in and yanking at each others’ hair, with an amused Draken and Mitsuya egging them on from the sidelines. Pah was more worried about when the food stalls would open.

The piercing stares from the general public were getting unbearable at this point. You checked your watch again, even as you were yanked right, then left, and then right again, the once tranquil night quickly filling with their bickering that kept growing louder and louder. Another half hour to go before midnight. “Guys, this really isn’t the best time,” you attempted to shush the two, as you turned to send a warning glance to Baji, who was right on the verge of jumping in on the action. “Can we decide this later? At home?” Your words fell on deaf ears as expected, with Kazutora and Mikey having escalated to a full-scale brawl in public, with punches to the face and kicks flying in every which direction.

It was right about then that Draken and Mitsuya changed their minds from instigators to interveners - and you could only be partially sure that it was from your polite request that got through to them and not due to the fact that you barely dodged a leg being swung your way. “Hey!” The Toman Vice President snapped, his arms swiping to catch Mikey in the chest, while the Second Division Captain stamped his foot horizontally and straight into Kauztora’s waist, effectively separating the two from tearing each other apart. “I said to stop it!”

He said to stop it? Well, you were sure it was you who proposed the idea, but whatever worked.

Baji however, in his misguided attempt to ‘help’, looped one arm through yours, the black-haired boy puffing up his chest as he announced loudly: “You shitheads don’t have to fight because I’ll be ringing the suzu bell with her.”

Oh so that’s what they were fighting about.

Instantly, you could see the veins throbbing in the foreheads of every Toman founder present (save Pah), as four pairs of eyes turned to lock onto Baji like clockwork. One second passed. Then two. Everyone in the line including you held their breaths, scared to be the one to ignite the leaking gasoline. Too little too late however, and as the silent bell went off, Toman’s First Division Captain thankfully freed you from his grip as the other delinquents lunged for him, with what remained of the sanctity of shrine grounds forgotten in the tussle that ensued.

The crowd around your group shuffled a little further, eager to give the brawling boys as much space as possible. You didn’t think your face could turn another redder under the judging stares. Instead you turned your back on them, determined to pretend as much as possible that you weren’t a part of their silly fights, huffing slightly as you did so. It was almost the new year for crying out loud, couldn’t they behave just this time?

But then you looked at your group of friends now sprawled across the floor and yanking at each other’s hakamas, and your eyes softened as you failed to bite back the chuckle that slipped your lips watching them quarrel. You really couldn’t ask for better friends than them.

Thankfully for you, you were truly saved by the bell, with the line beginning to shuffle forward as your watch reached midnight. In the distance, the sound of fireworks lighting up the night sky ushered in what you hoped would be another great year in the company of your friends. Though that didn’t mean you would be waiting for the five delinquents to finish their fight. You simply stepped forward with the moving line, slowly but surely leaving the Toman founders behind, still engrossed in their arguments.

Boys, honestly.

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fanbasetwo · 5 months ago

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GYUVIN HAVING A SECRET CRUSH ON YOU!!

NOTE FROM SENA , i actually had an idea in my mind (which might explain how I made this one so fast lol) thank you for requesting this anon, I actually had fun writing this one! [REQUESTED] college au MASTERLIST!!

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i. THE CLASS PREZ & THE NEW STUDENT

From the moment you entered the classroom as the new student, Gyuvin—class president and campus golden boy—was assigned to guide you around.

He approached you with his signature bright grin and confidence, extending a hand. “I’m Gyuvin, class president and your new best friend. You’re in good hands.”

He quickly learned you struggled a bit with your studies, but instead of judging, he offered to help you. “No worries. I’ve got you.”

Gyuvin loved tutoring you—mostly because it gave him a reason to spend time with you.

ii. HELPING YOU CHEAT

Gyuvin is so against cheating—seriously, he’s class president, he’s responsible! But… he’s also whipped for you.

During a particularly tough exam, you whisper that you’re doomed, and Gyuvin just sighs dramatically. “Don’t move, okay?”

He slides his answer sheet ever-so-subtly toward you under the pretense of stretching, whispering, “This never happened.”

After the exam, he scolds you gently: “I can’t believe I did that! You owe me for breaking my morals.” But then he softens and grins, ruffling your hair. “You’re lucky it was you.”

He’d never admit that seeing your relieved smile made it all worth it.

iii. THE PROJECT PAIRING

When the professor announces a paired project, Gyuvin immediately claims you as his partner, leaving no room for debate. “We’re a team—no questions asked.”

Working on the project together brings you closer. You spend late nights in the library, him explaining concepts and teasing you when you get distracted.

He’d always bring snacks—especially a strawberry milk bottle—because he “can’t have his baby starving.”

The first time he calls you baby, you roll your eyes and shove him playfully. “Don’t call me that.”

“Why not? You’re basically my baby at this point. I take care of you,” he jokes with that boyish grin.

iv. THE STRAWBERRY MILK HABIT

Gyuvin starts carrying a strawberry milk bottle everywhere, and his friends are utterly confused.

“Why do you always have that?”

“My baby might need it,” he says casually, ignoring the teasing looks.

Whenever you look tired or stressed, he wordlessly hands you the bottle with a small smile. “Drink up. It’s your favorite, right?”

Even before you started dating, it became a small tradition—his way of silently showing he cared.

v. HIS TERRIBLE “SECRET” CRUSH

Gyuvin genuinely thought he was being sneaky, but in reality, everyone (including you) figured it out long before he confessed.

His friends constantly teased him for how obvious it was—how his eyes lit up when you walked into a room, how he couldn’t stop talking about you, and how he always prioritized you over everything else.

“You’re so obvious, Gyuvin. Even she probably knows.”

“No way. I’m smooth,” he’d insist, completely unaware that you’d been catching on for weeks.

vi. WHEN YOU FOUND OUT

You finally caught on one day when you overheard Gyuvin’s friends teasing him about how whipped he was for you.

“Bro, you’re carrying two strawberry milks now? Are you building a shrine for her?”

Gyuvin groaned, blushing. “I just want her to be happy, okay? Shut up.”

You cornered him later, smirking. “So… whipped, huh?”

Gyuvin froze, completely flustered. “Who told you that?! I mean—uh—what?”

vii. THE STOLEN KISS

Before you could fully confront him about his feelings, Gyuvin decided to beat you to the punch.

It happened after one of your late project sessions. You were packing up your things when he suddenly leaned closer, grinning mischievously.

“You know,” he said softly, “it’s not really a secret crush if you already know, right?”

Before you could respond, he brushed his lips against your cheek—a soft, fleeting kiss that left you stunned.

He laughed at your reaction, standing up and stretching. “What? I had to make my move before you started teasing me for real.”

viii. THE CONFESSION & DATING

Gyuvin finally confessed properly a few days later. He showed up at your doorstep with a strawberry milk bottle in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other.

“Okay, fine. I like you—a lot. Like, a lot a lot. Will you let me call you ‘baby’ for real?”

You couldn’t say no, especially when he looked so hopeful. “Fine. But only if you keep bringing me strawberry milk.”

From then on, Gyuvin became the best boyfriend—teasing you constantly but always taking care of you in his own sweet way.

His friends groaned every time they saw you two together, calling you the “power couple” because of how smitten Gyuvin was.

ix. AFTER DATING GYUVIN

He never lets you forget how hard he worked for you. “Remember when I helped you cheat during that exam? That’s love, babe.”

He still calls you “baby,” but now it’s with even more affection.

And yes, he always—always—has a strawberry milk ready for you because, in his words: “I’ve been your class president, your tutor, your partner… but being your boyfriend is my favorite job.”

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amiya-shirou · 22 days ago

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Love how in a more typical story the roles would be reversed, with the man falling in love with the beautiful nine-tailed fox woman revered by the people who can never leave the shrine and fighting against traditions for her sake, but here the man is the caged fox and she is the one who has to fight her way through every time she wants to meet her husband

She's also the one covering the role of the cold-blooded killer getting revenge for her daughter! Though not exactly a "got better after marrying & fell back to the dark side after her family was endangered" type of story since she didn't stop being part of the mafia after having Lisa (which is better tbh I love the contrast with how warm she can be with those she isn't targeting while also having absolutely zero problems with having to kill, even if she recognizes it's not an ideal way of life since she doesn't want it for Suzuran)

I never really bought into the hype when she was announced back in CN & wasn't much interested in her but actually reading the event I have to change my mind, this woman rocks

#also almost feel bad for initially not liking her design because of the ears since she apparently used to get bullied about it in-story #even if she kicked the bullies' asses #arknights #i portatori dei velluti #vulpisfoglia

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subbmissivesuccubus · 1 month ago

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Stepdad Douma X Reader - Edging

Day 7 of my Kinktober series whee

Disclaimer : Stepcest , exhibitionism and Implication of brainwashing. Also reader calls Douma “Daddy”

~~~~~ You remembered like it was yesterday.

Both you and your mother were grieving over the loss of your father, the pain unbearable. It felt like you couldn’t breathe, like your chest was ripped open for the crows to feast on. Both of you were looking for something, anything, to help and navigate this difficult time in your life when a friend of your mothers told you about a certain man.

“He can do anything.” She told your mother, a dazed look in her eyes, “and he can bring you peace.”

So the two of you went to this man. This miracle. The one who could heal your wounds and guide you through life. You had your hesitations, of course, suggesting to your mother that it would be best to stay away but she was so insistent, unable to deal with the loss of her lover, that you gave in to her pleas. She would have gone regardless, better you were with her.

And then you met Douma. The most beautiful man you’d ever seen and within a second, you understood.

His tall stature, toned body underneath his clothes, his silky whitish-blonde hair and those eyes. Oh, those eyes. Multicoloured, ever changing and bright like a pair of diamonds. Within those moments, both of you understood. You needed to dedicate your life to him. You’d try to see him every day, even get a job managing his shrine. You’d talk to him when you could, often catching him outside his room and he’d chat with you, making your day so much better.

Which was why it hurt so much more when he announced that he was marrying your mother.

She was ecstatic, of course, a dedicated member of his cult and the fact that he chose her was a blessing. A true blessing. Of course, for you, it was a curse. Your usual bright days got so dull, colors turned into black and whites as you pretended to be happy for them. You couldn’t understand why Lord Douma chose your mother- why not choose you instead? But you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. Atleast, until he forced it out of you.

“You haven’t been coming to see me, lately.” Douma said, making you gulp as he cornered you in the hallway, “I’m hurt. Do I not interest you anymore?” “L-Lord Douma-“ “Shouldn’t you call me father?” he asked, gripping your chin gently, “We’re going to be family, right?” Your expression dropped and he understood. “Ah, so that’s why.” He said, “Do you not want me as a stepfather?” “I-“ You gulped, deciding to come out and say, “I w-would have preferred it if you were my h-husband instead… but you love my mother so-” “Who said that?” “Huh?” “Who said I love her?” Douma asked, tilting his head in confusion, “This is a marriage of convenience, nothing more. Your family has a lot of money that I can use, little dove. That’s all it is.” “That’s-" you hesitated, trying to process the information. So…he was just using your mother…for money…you had to tell her- get her out of this engagement- “Question is,” Douma said, a hand running up your arm and his touch making your body shiver, “Are you going to tell her or not? If you do, I’d have to banish the both of you from here. But if you keep it a secret…” his hand found its way to your hip, pulling you close to him, his body pressed flush against yours, “I’ll fuck you right here and now.”

There was only one option you could choose.

~~~~~

Douma had everyone in his palm, no one daring to disobey him and willing to put their lives on the line for him which was how his wife was blind to his affair with his stepdaughter even after all this time.

The night of his wedding, Douma sneaked out of his marital bed, leaving his new wife behind to go be with his plaything. He adored you. He loved your looks, how devoted you were to him, how innocent yet naughty you were- everything. And he wasn’t going to hide it. People were dumb enough to fall for his schemes but not stupid enough to not realise when to keep their mouths closed.

Which was why, even when he touched you while a follower was talking to him, they didn’t say a word. Even if they knew it was wrong, they kept silent. Even as they watched a stepfather make love to his stepdaughter, they dared not let Douma’s wife know.

“Mmm-haa-“ you whined as Douma pet your pussy, his long, delicious fingers running up and down your slick slit, your audience long forgotten. You’d gotten used to this- being touched and fucked whenever he wanted, having you ready and eager for him. His fingers suddenly dipped inside you, making you cry out as he slowly started thrusting in and out, a second finger soon joining as well.

The man gulped, trying his best to keep his eyes on the floor, more out of fear than respect.

“So, you’re having problems with your marriage.” Douma said, his voice crystal clear despite all the…well…

“Y-Yes, Lord Douma.” The man replied, looking up at him only to look down again immediately, unable to help the blood rushing to his cheeks, “It’s becoming quite the issue.”

“Hmmm. So why is your wife mad at you?” Douma asked, curiously.

“I- I’m not sure.” Came the response, “Whenever I try to t-talk to her, she just snaps at me.”

“I see.” Douma said, only half paying attention, “What do you think the problem must be, cutie?”

You perked up, a confused look on your face as Douma’s fingers stopped inside you, making you whine in frustration. The man simply laughed at your adorable face, patting your cheek with his other hand. He had you on his lap, your kimono almost completely off, your pretty breasts bare for him to tease and your pussy dripping down his fingers.

“What?” you asked, not even paying attention to what was going on. You turned your head to look at the man in the room, giving him a glare as he was the reason your stepfather had stopped moving his fingers. The man seemed embarrassed, unable to look at you as he stared at the ground.

“Now, now.” Douma said, clicking his tongue as he pulled his fingers out just to slap your cunt, making you yelp, “Mind your manners.”

“I-I’m sorry daddy.” You whined, biting your thumb as he gave your pussy more pats, “What did he ask?”

“He’s having marriage problems.”

“Mmmm-“ you pondered, trying to come up with the quickest solution, “Maybe he’s not good in bed.”

Douma laughed while the man barked in offense, his ears turning red, his silence a form of confession. “You think so?” Douma asked, running his pretty fingers up and down your cunt, leaning forward a bit to place a sweet kiss to your tits, “Then maybe we need to give him a lesson, hmm?”

“Y-Yes Daddy, please!” you begged, cupping his face and looking him in his stunning eyes, hoping he could see the desperation in them, “Please fuck me!”

“Good girl, using your words.” Douma praised, making you shiver and your pussy gush, “But I don’t think I’m done playing with you yet~”

You gasped as he started moving his fingers in you again, the nasty sound of his long digits digging into your cunt and curling just right had you biting your lower lip. He gave your nipple a few kitten licks, enjoying your reaction before he turned back to the man in the room. “Come back at the end of the day.” He said, an arm around you as you leaned into him, bucking your hips against his fingers, “And I’ll teach you how you can please your wife.”

“A-As you wish my lord.”

“Let in the next person. Oh, and remember, not a word.”

“U-understood Lord Douma.”

With a bow, the man scurried out of the room, his erection poorly hidden under his Yukata. Douma didn’t care. He always thought he wouldn’t understand the human nature of possessiveness, but it was only after meeting you that he was starting to get it. He didn’t care if people watched and were turned on by you but he drew the line at anyone but him touching you. Luckily, you didn’t want anyone but Douma.

“M-My lord.” The next person sputtered, her face turning a bright shade of red as she closed the door behind her, her desire to pray to Douma more important than her embarrassment of seeing him with his step daughter, “I- I have a question-“

“Ah! Yes daddy!” you screamed, cutting her off as you tossed your head back, Douma milking your g-spot. But, deciding to tease you a bit, the man stopped once more, taking his fingers out. You whined in protest, eyes wide as you tried to press against him but he suddenly grabbed you by the hips and pushed you off of him, forcing your body to collide against the soft cushion of his loveseat.

“I have a supporter here, baby.” He said, smirking at your offended face, your kimono rucked over your ass and giving him a lovely view of your twitching cunt and pink asshole, “Don’t be naughty. Stay quiet and wait for me to finish.”

“But daddy!” You whined, lying on your back before spreading your legs, a hand coming up to thumb at your pussy lips before spreading them apart, showing off every nook and cranny of your cunt to him, “I was so close!”

“I don’t care.” Douma said, attention back on his subject whose whole face was red with shame over seeing you be so disgraceful, “And don’t you dare touch yourself. That’s an order.”

You whined, pouting and flailing your legs like a brat, annoyed as you both knew you’d never disobey an order. Your stepfather seemed to have some kindness towards you as he grabbed your ankle and pulled you close to him before placing your legs on his lap. His hand went between you legs and you giggled happily as he started petting your pussy like he was stroking a cat. You spread your legs once more, giving him more room as he stroked you gently. It wasn’t enough to really make you feel good but it was better than nothing.

It was quite the sight, seeing Douma mindlessly stroke your pussy as his attention was on his supporters, his dick straining in his pants. Occasionally he’d put some force in, swiping his fingers over your clit so fast and suddenly it made you squeal before he went back to gentle strokes taking away your pleasure. He was such a meany but you loved it. You couldn’t be happier to be his stepdaughter.

“Daddy-“ you panted as the woman left the room, leaving the door open for the next person to come in, “Can I cum? Please let me cum?”

“Are you close?” Douma asked, rubbing your clit in circles. “Mmhmm!” you whined with a nod, your cheeks red and your thighs trembling with want, “Please Daddy?”

“Get on Daddy’s cock, pretty.”

You gasped happily as you scrambled back onto his lap, fingers digging at his pants greedily before you pulled his cock out. You sighed as you grabbed a hold of his hot, thick heavy cock. Just like the rest of him, your stepdads cock was pure perfection. The first time he took you, you were scared that it wouldn’t fit but the more and more he fucked you, you learned to worship his beastly member.

“Ride me baby, that’s it. Ohh~ Good girl~”

You mewled happily as you started sinking down on his cock, your pussy splitting apart as you sank down inch by inch, his dick filling you up deliciously. You sank down to the bottom just as the third person walked in, another woman who gasped loudly before she slapped a hand over her mouth, minding her manners. She should be used to it at this point.

“Tell me, what ails you?” Douma asked his subject as she sat down, just as embarrassed as the rest of them, trying her best to not look at Douma’s balls pressed against your cunt. She started to speak and you were starting to move, but you gawked when Douma grabbed your hips and kept you in place, not allowing you to move an inch. The look in his eyes told you that you were to stay still, demanding that you cockwarm him as he spoke to the other woman.

It was pure hell being edged like this. He started touching you from the moment you woke up, the man sneaking into your room after laying with your mother and still, he hadn’t let you cum. Now, his perfect cock was balls deep inside you and still, he wasn’t going to let you cum. He was strict with you, making sure you stayed still even as he tickled your clit or slid a pinkie into your asshole.

And the woman left. Another man came in. After he left, another man came in. And after him, another woman.

Douma continued to talk to these people as he toyed with you, never allowing you to sink into that pleasure completely. He’d occasionally start fucking you, balls slapping against your skin as you rode him but just as you were about to cum, he’d stop.

He’s push you off his cock before making you take it in your mouth, the sound of you gagging acting as background noise as he listened to his followers’ problems. He’d touch you, finger your cunt, suckle your breasts, taste your pussy- but over and over again, he’d stop right before you came.

Until finally, finally- when that first man came back just as Lord Douma had told him too, he decided to give you mercy.

“See how pathetic she looks?” Douma asked as he fucked you, smirking at your slutty screams. You were on your hands and knees, your stepfather switching positions to take you doggy and it was wonderful. Both of you were facing the supporter and you could see his conflicted expression. Your tits swung back and forth each time Douma thrust into you, his hips slapping against yours deliciously as he pounded you.

“Edge your wife and – fuck yes- by the end of the day, she’ll be begging for you cock. Just like my little girl~” he raised a hand and smacked you across the ass, making you scream, “Spank her, finger her pussy, suck her tits and eat her out- tease her all day long and make her beg for it!”

“I- I understand my Lord.” The man said, eyes glued to you and your stepfather fucking like animals. He’d never do something as blasphemous as leave when he got to experience Lord Douma engage in this sexual activity, even if it did feel embarrassing.

“You gonna cum baby?” Douma asked you, sweat driping down his brow and your juices dripping down his balls as he pounded into you, your moans melodic. “Yes! Yes- yes- yes- please daddy!” “Want Daddy’s cum?” “Inside me- breed me- make me a mommy!” “Pathetic.” He panted with a grin, giving you another spank as he felt your pussy tighten around him, milking his dick with your perfect and hot walls, practically begging him for his seed.

And he’d give it to you but only after he got you to squirt around his cock.

#subby writes #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba smut #douma smut #douma x reader #kny douma #kinktober #cw.stepcest

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mads-hemmo · 2 months ago

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imagine you sent in a bedroom for one of schlatts bedroom videos and schlatt is quite literally cheesing because you’re his girlfriend and he knows exactly what your room looks like

Masterlist

You have watched your boyfriend react to his viewer’s room tour multiple times now. When he announced that he was going to be reacting to rooms again, you decided to submit a tour of your own. You even messaged his mods to make sure your room made it in.

You watch Schlatt’s stream from your couch, anxiously awaiting for your room to come onto the stream. “Okay this one is from (Y/N),” Schlatt says. You can see him do a slight double take when he reads your name off. He lets it go as he presses play.

“Hello Jschlatt. Let me show you my room,” your pre-recorded voice says. The chat is going crazy saying, “woman” as the video plays. You’re not showing your face, but Schlatt obviously knows it’s you by your voice.

“Calm down chat. Yes, it's a woman. Let’s see their room,” Schlatt says to the chat.

You turn to your bookshelf full of books. “Here are all my books because I’m a nerd and very intelligent.”

“Don’t look up any of those books, chat. You may be scarred.”

You laugh at the screen. Schlatt knows your taste in literature is romance with some smut sprinkled in. “Here are my rammies, youtooz, and gamer supps.” You show your small Schlatt shrine which makes you look like a parasocial weirdo, but Schlatt is just smiling the entire time. “This is my gaming setup.”

“Wow, it's very pink. Are we sure this isn’t some vtuber?” Schlatt comments.

You continue to show your room which shows blurred pictures. “These are of my boyfriend and I, but we are very private. He does not like people to see his face. He’s very insecure.”

Schlatt subtly rolls his eyes and smiles at his screen. “She is smart. Protecting her privacy. I’m sure her boyfriend is very hot and not insecure,” Schlatt comments. Chat is going crazy sending question marks and gay emotes.

“This is where all the magic happens,” you joke as you show your bed.

Schlatt lets out a small laugh at your comment. The truth is most of the “magic” happens on his bed not yours. He also has small heart eyes when he sees the Rammie you sleep with when you aren’t together. “I know it’s small and boring, but that’s my room. You have made my day by watching this. Thank you Schlatt! I’m a huge fan,” you say, ending the video.

“What a weirdo. Mods, who let that one get by?” Schlatt asks with a stupid grin still plastered on his face. Some of chat seems to get the hint about who’s bedroom it is, but others are completely oblivious.

Schlatt keeps going, showing a disgusting hellhole with street signs. A little while after, Schlatt ends the stream. As soon as the stream ends, you see that you are getting a FaceTime call from him.

“That damn girl was obsessed with you,” you comment with a laugh. “Maybe I should be jealous.”

“Yeah she’s a weirdo. Can’t believe my mods let her through,” he laughs with you.

“She may have sent some messages encouraging them to let her room through so she could see how flustered her boyfriend gets.”

Schlatt rolls his eyes at you. “Thank you for blurring everything.”

“I may like messing with you, but I’m not evil. I still want our relationship to be for us, not your fans.”

He smiles at you. “I love you,” he says with a wide grin on his face. “Also the cats miss you. They think you should come over and stay the night.”

“Only the cats miss me?” You ask with an eyebrow raise.

“Maybe I miss you too.”

“Hmm if that’s the case, I guess I can come by.” Once you hang up the phone, you drive to his apartment so you don’t have to spend the night cuddling your Rammie.

A/N: such a cute idea!! I need him to stream again! I am almost through all of my reqs, so send more if you want to! Hoping to keep writing while I’m on break!

#jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #chuckle sandwich #jschlatt fanfic #youtube #room tour #twitch

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ferrarifudds · 5 months ago

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Could’ve Fooled Me. ✷ Ollie Bearman

Pairing: Ollie Bearman x Schoolmate!reader

Summary: When Ollie does something “probably stupid.”

Word Count: 2.1k

Vera's Voice! this was so stupid not gonna lie. Jusr. Just read idk. Lmk. Bye. have fun.

Your dynamic with Ollie had always been a strange one. A mix of heated arguments and undeniable chemistry that made everyone around you raise an eyebrow.

He was infuriatingly confident, with that perpetual smirk like he already knew the answer to a question you hadn’t even asked yet.

You weren’t sure when your mutual distaste turned into something resembling... whatever this was. It wasn’t quite hatred anymore, but it wasn’t exactly a friendship either. It was more like a magnetic pull—one you both resisted fiercely.

Until, of course, you were paired for a history presentation.

So cliche.

“Fate’s a cruel thing,” You muttered under your breath the day your teacher announced the pairings.

Ollie shot you a grin as you plopped into the vacant seat beside him. “You know, if you wanted to spend more time with me, you could’ve just asked.”

You rolled your eyes, but the sharp pang in your chest at his teasing felt alarmingly like excitement.

It was supposed to be simple. You’d meet at his house, finish your slides, rehearse your presentation, and be done with it.

In and out, no distractions.

You stood outside his door, the chill December air biting at your fingertips as you hesitated. The nerves in your stomach were new, unsettling. It wasn’t like you hadn’t argued with Ollie a hundred times before. It wasn’t like you hadn’t sat next to him in class, stolen pens from his desk, or rolled your eyes at his sarcastic comments.

This just felt... different.

When he opened the door, wearing a plain sweatshirt and grey joggers, hair messy like he hadn’t bothered to tame it, you almost forgot how to speak.

“Are you gonna keep standing there, or are you coming in?” He asked, leaning casually against the doorframe.

“Just soaking in the joy of this moment,” You replied sarcastically, stepping inside with mock dramatics.

When he led the way to his room, you were shocked to see how neat it was. It smelled faintly like him—some mix of cedarwood and mint that you hated how much you noticed. The space was tidy, a little more put together than you’d expected, with a sleek desk by the window and shelves lined with racing memorabilia.

“Wow,” You said, gesturing to the small shrine of karting trophies, back from when he still raced. “How modest of you.”

He smirked, sitting on his bed. “What can I say? I’m amazing.”

“And humble.”

“And humble,” He echoed, grinning.

You rolled your eyes, plopping down on the carpeted floor next to his bed and pulling your laptop out of your bag.

“Alright,” You said briskly, needing to focus. “Let’s get this over with.”

But working with Ollie was, as expected, impossible.

You closed your eyes, counting to three.

Do not murder him in his own home.

Do NOT. murder him in his own home.

“Fine. You pick the font,” You said, shoving the laptop toward him since he had been pestering you about the title screen for the past ten minutes.

“Gladly.”

He leaned over, now sat beside you ever since he joined you on the floor many moments ago. You hated the way your heart jumped when his arm brushed against yours. It wasn’t even a full touch, just the faintest contact, but it sent a ripple of awareness through you.

“So!,” He said after a moment, his voice annoyingly casual, “Why do you hate me so much?”

“I don’t hate you,” You said automatically, though it came out a little sharper than intended.

He glanced at you, one brow raised. “Yeah, right.”

You sighed, focusing on the textbook in front of you to avoid looking at him. “You’re just...distracting.”

“Distracting?” He repeated, his tone shifting. He leaned back slightly, but you could still feel the weight of his gaze. “How am I distracting?”

“Because you never take anything seriously,” You said quickly, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. “You joke about everything. It’s like nothing gets to you, and it’s—”

“It’s what?” He pressed, his voice softer now.

“Annoying.”

He didn’t respond right away, and the silence stretched, thick and heavy. When you finally glanced up, he was watching you with an intensity that made your stomach flip.

“What?” You asked defensively, suddenly self-conscious.

“Nothing,” He said, leaning back against his bed. His smirk was gone, replaced by something unreadable. “You’re just....”

He shook his head, looking almost embarrassed. “Never mind.”

Your chest felt tight, like the air between you had shifted into something you couldn’t name. You tried to shake it off, focusing back on the slides, but it was no use.

When you reached for your pen, he reached for it at the same time. Your fingers brushed, and you both froze.

Neither of you moved, the air suddenly crackling with tension. His hand was warm, his touch hesitant but lingering.

“Um.. ” He said quietly, his voice lower than usual, clearing his throat as if he had something to say.

Your heart was pounding, so loud you were sure he could hear it. “Hm?”

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Do you really think I don’t take anything seriously?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What are you talking about?”

“I mean it,” He said, his voice steady now. “Do you actually think I don’t care about anything?”

The vulnerability in his tone took you by surprise. You hesitated, then shook your head. “No. I just think... you hide it. Behind all the cockiness and idiocy.”

He didn’t deny it. Instead, his eyes searched yours, like he was trying to figure something out.

And then, suddenly, his hand was on yours again—not hesitant this time, but deliberate.

“Um.” You cleared your throat. “What are you doing?” You whispered, your voice shaky.

“Probably something stupid,” He murmured, and before you could respond, his lips were on yours.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft. It was everything you’d been holding back since the day you met him—frustration, anger, and all the butterflies you refused to admit you felt. His hand cupped your cheek, pulling you closer, and your brain short-circuited as the world tilted on its axis.

You kissed him back, your fingers tangling in his hair before you could think better of it. It was messy, intense, infuriatingly perfect.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless, the rosiness on both of your cheeks clearly evident.

“That,” You managed, voice shaky, “Was definitely stupid.”

“Yeah?” He said, grinning despite the pink tint to his features. “Then why’d you kiss me back?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came.

Because he was right. And, worse, he knew it.

You sat there, blinking at him, your brain still catching up to what had just happened. Ollie was looking at you like he’d won something—smirking, flushed, and utterly insufferable.

“Well?” He asked, his voice annoyingly smug. “No witty comeback? No insult? Should I be concerned?”

You narrowed your eyes, shaking off the daze. “I’m just... processing the fact that you have the audacity to act like you weren’t the one who kissed me.”

“Oh, I absolutely kissed you,” He said, confidently admitting it as he straightened his posture, “But you kissed me back…”

“With enthusiasm, might I add.”

You scoffed, though your cheeks were burning. “You’re delusional.”

“Am I?” He leaned closer, his smirk widening. “Because I’m pretty sure you had your hands in my hair. Very passionately..”

“That doesn’t mean I wanted to kiss you!” You argued, pointing at him.

He tilted his head, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Right. You were just being polite. Kissing me back to avoid hurting my feelings?”

“Exactly,” You said, chin tilting up. “It was a momentary lapse in judgment. A... reflex.”

“Hmm,” He mused, clearly not buying it. He tapped a finger on his lips, pretending to think. “So, if I kissed you again, purely as an experiment, you wouldn’t kiss me back?”

Your stomach flipped at the way he said again, but you refused to let him see it. “Exactly. No hesitation. I’d push you away immediately.”

He raised an eyebrow, leaning closer still. “Immediately?”

You hated how his voice dropped, soft and teasing, like he knew exactly what kind of effect he had on you.

“Yeah,” You said firmly, though the word came out weaker than you intended.

His eyes flicked to your lips, then back up to meet your gaze. “Prove it.”

“What?”

“Prove it,” He repeated, his voice low and challenging. “If you’re so sure you wouldn’t kiss me back, let’s test your little theory.”

Your breath hitched as the space between you seemed to shrink. “Your ego is insane.”

“Maybe,” He said, grinning, “But, you still haven’t moved.”

And damn it, he was right.

You hadn’t moved.

In fact, you were leaning in ever so slightly, your resolve crumbling under the weight of his presence.

“Ollie,” You said, your voice more a warning than anything else.

“Hm?,” He hummed back, and then he kissed you again.

This time, you had no excuse. No reflex, no momentary lapse in judgment. You kissed him back because you wanted to—because, for once, you didn’t want to fight it.

But you weren’t about to let him have the last word.

When you broke apart, his hands still framing your face, you couldn’t help but smirk at him. “Happy now?”

He let out a breathless laugh, resting his forehead against yours. “Very.”

“Well, don’t get used to it,” You said, pulling back slightly.

He cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, I’m definitely getting used to it.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re a terrible liar,” He shot back, brushing a thumb along your jawline.

You swatted his hand away, though your heart was still racing. “This doesn’t mean anything, you idiot.”

“Sure,” he said, his tone so casual it made you want to throttle him. “It’s just two people who hate each other making out in my bedroom. Totally meaningless.”

“It was meaningless.”

“Right.” His grin was maddening. “That’s why you’re still blushing.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “I hate you so much.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“You just kissed me,” He reminded you.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t hate you!”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

You glared at him, but it was no use. The butterflies in your stomach betrayed you, fluttering wildly every time he smiled at you like that.

“Well,” You said finally, attempting to stand up and closing your laptop, “This has been a colossal waste of time. I’m leaving.”

“Oh, no, you’re not,” Ollie said, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back down. “You’re not running away from this.”

“I’m not running away!”

“Then stay.”

You hesitated, your pulse quickening. “Why should I?”

“Because,” he said, his voice softening in a way that made your heart ache, “I like you. Even when you drive me absolutely insane.”

You stared at him, the weight of his words sinking in.

You wanted to argue, to deflect with some sarcastic remark, but the sincerity in his eyes stopped you.

“Fine,” You said after a long moment, your voice barely above a whisper. “But only because we still have work to do.”

His grin returned, but it was softer this time, more genuine. “Sure. Work.”

You straightened back up, opening your laptop and pretending to focus on the screen, but you could feel Ollie’s gaze burning into you. He leaned against the edge of his bed, his smirk far too knowing.

Far too confident.

And then, after a few moments of tense silence, you sighed and closed your laptop with a sharp snap.

“Hm,” Ollie drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. “Giving up already?”

You shot him a look, your heart pounding so loud you were sure he could hear it. “We both know we’re not getting any work done tonight.”

His smirk faltered for a second, replaced by something softer, something that made your breath hitch. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice low.

Before you could overthink it, his hand cupped your jaw, pulling you toward him. And then his lips were on yours again, and this time there was no hesitation, no awkward fumbling.

It was pure, unrelenting gravity.

You kissed him back again, with everything you had, your fingers finding the back of his neck, pulling him closer until there was no space left between you. He tasted like spearmint gum and something undeniably him, something you couldn’t get enough of.

Ollie’s hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer, like he couldn’t stand the distance. Your heart raced.

“You’re ridiculous,” You mumbled against his lips, barely able to catch your breath.

He grinned, his forehead resting against yours. “And you’re impossible.”

“And yet, here we are,” You shot back, your voice breathless but still laced with defiance.

“Here we are,” He echoed, his fingers brushing along your jaw before tilting your head back for another kiss. This one was slower, deeper, like he was taking his time memorizing every detail.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew this was a terrible idea. But in that moment, with Ollie’s lips on yours and his hands keeping you grounded, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

When you finally pulled away, your lips swollen and your heart pounding, you stared at him. He looked just as dazed as you felt, his hair slightly tousled, his lips red from kissing.

“Yeah,” You said, breaking the silence, “We’re definitely failing.”

Ollie laughed, his smile so wide and genuine it made your stomach flip. “Worth it.”

You groaned, dropping your head back and covering your face with your hands. “This is such a mess.”

He laughed, tugging your hands away so you had to look at him. “Maybe,” He said, his tone softer now, “But, it’s a good kind of mess.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at your lips. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Your idiot, maybe,” He teased, leaning down to steal one last kiss before you could argue.

“Oh, hush it.” You laughed as the antics continued anyways.

And even though you would never admit it, you didn’t really mind whatever this was.

Could’ve fooled you.

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