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S1 E24 —☆ HAUNTING TOUCH

pairing ( 𝗚𝗢𝗝𝗢 𝗦. 𝗫 𝗙𝗘𝗠 ! 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 )

Looks like you’ve accidentally moved into a haunted apartment, and there’s no escape now! You’ll have to deal with Gojo Satoru—your pervy, invisible roommate who can’t stop teasing you in all the wrong ways.

c.w. Ghost ! Gojo satoru x female reader, oral ( f. receiving), satoru is a perverrtttttt, pantie sniffing and stealing?? Idk, nsfw, mdni, stalking, somnophilia, lovesick gojo kinda, reader is a bit stupid, Spectrophilia

word count. 5.6k

a.n/ TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY!!

Moving into your new apartment was supposed to be a fresh start, the beginning of something exciting and different. After months of searching for a place that didn’t break the bank and didn’t feel like a closet, you stumbled across this one: a charming, slightly old-fashioned apartment nestled in a quiet neighborhood. The rent was suspiciously cheap, but everything looked good on paper.

The landlord, a friendly but quiet older man, had seemed eager to get someone in the apartment, and after a quick tour, you were sold.

The building was old, with high ceilings and tall windows that let in just enough sunlight to make the place feel cozy during the day. The floors creaked slightly beneath your feet, and the walls had a few nicks and scratches that gave the place character. It felt like it had a story, something comforting in its age, a contrast to the sleek, sterile apartments you'd seen before. You loved it from the moment you set foot inside.

Moving day came faster than you expected, and after a long, exhausting day of unpacking, you were ready to collapse. You spent hours dragging boxes up the narrow stairs, arranging and rearranging furniture, and trying to make the space feel like yours. By the time the sun set, casting long shadows across the floor, you were too tired to cook, so you settled for ordering takeout. Sitting on the floor, surrounded by half-unpacked boxes, you ate your dinner while scrolling through your phone, enjoying the silence of your new home.

The first few days went by uneventfully, though you couldn’t help but notice how quiet the building was. There were no sounds of neighbors, no creaking floors from above, no distant hum of conversation through the walls. It was peaceful, almost unnervingly so. You told yourself it was just because the apartment was well-insulated. Besides, the quiet was what you’d been craving after living in a noisy, cramped city for so long.

But little things started happening that made you pause. At first, it was just the lights. They would flicker every now and then—nothing too out of the ordinary for an old building, you figured. The kitchen light buzzed occasionally, casting a faint, uneven glow that was easy to brush off. You’d call maintenance about it when you had time.

Then, you started noticing objects in slightly different places than where you’d left them. You’d place your keys on the kitchen counter, only to find them on the coffee table later. Or you’d set your phone down, and when you came back, it would be a few inches to the side. Small things—things that could easily be explained away by the chaos of moving, you told yourself. Maybe you were just more scattered than usual, with all the boxes and stress.

But the more it happened, the harder it was to ignore.

One evening, you were washing dishes when the lights in the kitchen flickered again. You paused, hands in the soapy water, watching as the overhead light buzzed and dimmed, casting long shadows across the counters. You sighed, making a mental note to call the landlord in the morning. But just as you turned back to the sink, the faucet next to you sputtered and came on by itself.

You froze, watching the water gush from the tap, your heart pounding in your chest. Slowly, you reached out and turned the handle, stopping the flow. You stared at the sink for a moment, your mind racing to come up with an explanation. Maybe the pipes were just old. Maybe there was a pressure issue. You shook your head, trying to brush it off.

That night, as you lay in bed, the unease crept back in. The apartment was too quiet. The kind of quiet that made every little sound feel amplified. You could hear the floor creak occasionally, and once, you thought you heard a soft, distant sound—like someone sighing. You sat up, listening, your breath catching in your throat. But there was nothing. Just the quiet hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen.

You told yourself you were imagining things. Moving was stressful, and new places always felt a little strange at first. But deep down, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was… off.

The next morning, the lights flickered again as you made coffee. The buzzing sound filled the room, and for a split second, you thought you heard something else—a soft laugh, almost playful, like someone watching from a distance. You stood still, the hairs on the back of your neck rising as the sound faded.

You spent the rest of the day trying to ignore it, trying to convince yourself that it was just the apartment’s age showing. But that night, as you were brushing your teeth, the bathroom light flickered twice, then stayed off for a few seconds before coming back on. Your pulse quickened, but you finished brushing, telling yourself it was nothing.

Then, the faucet turned on by itself.

You jumped, staring at the stream of water gushing from the tap. This time, it wasn’t just a drip or a sputter—it was as if someone had deliberately turned it on. Your hand shook as you reached out to shut it off, the silence that followed feeling almost deafening. You glanced around the bathroom, suddenly aware of how alone you felt in the apartment. The air felt heavy, like you weren’t quite alone after all.

The lights flickered again, and this time, there was no mistaking the sound. Soft, barely audible, but definitely there—a laugh, low and teasing, as if someone was standing just behind you. You whipped around, your heart pounding in your chest, but the bathroom was empty.

You told yourself it had to be your mind playing tricks on you, but as the days went by, the odd occurrences became more frequent. Objects moved on their own, the lights flickered at the strangest times, and the laughter—always faint, always distant—began to follow you from room to room.

You tried to ignore it, tried to rationalize it, but the feeling of being watched never left you. Something—or someone—was in the apartment with you. And it wasn’t going away.

As the days passed, the strange occurrences in your apartment didn’t stop—they only grew more unsettling. Flickering lights became a nightly routine, always at the most inconvenient times. The soft, teasing laughter followed you from room to room, making your skin prickle. It wasn’t just random noises anymore. It felt targeted, like something was watching you, waiting for the perfect moment to make its presence known.

It started small. Your laundry, for example—folded and left in a neat pile on your bed. At first, you thought maybe you’d done it in a tired haze, but then your underwear, particularly your panties, would be laid out, almost displayed, as if someone had gone through them. Each time you found them, your cheeks would burn with embarrassment, but you forced yourself to dismiss it. Maybe you were just being paranoid.

But it didn’t stop there.

One night, after a long day, you stepped into the shower, eager to wash away the stress. The hot water felt amazing as it poured over your skin, steam rising and fogging the bathroom mirror. You closed your eyes, letting yourself relax for the first time all day. The warmth was soothing, but just as you started to unwind, you felt something strange. It wasn’t a sound this time, but a shift in the air, like someone was there with you.

You opened your eyes, glancing around the bathroom nervously. The shower curtain rustled slightly, but there was no one else in the room. You shook your head, trying to shake off the creeping anxiety.

But then the lights flickered.

You froze, soap slipping from your hands as the overhead light buzzed and dimmed. The room felt colder, the warmth of the shower suddenly less comforting. You wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling exposed even though you were alone. That’s when you heard it—his voice, low and teasing, as if he was standing right behind you.

“Nice view.”

Your breath hitched, and you spun around, water splashing against the tiles. But the bathroom was empty, save for the lingering steam swirling around you. Heart racing, you reached for the towel, wrapping it around your body as tightly as you could. The voice—it was clear as day, but there was no one there.

You stepped out of the shower, still dripping wet, your mind racing. Maybe it was just your imagination. Maybe the stress of the move was finally getting to you. But as you walked toward the fogged-up mirror, you froze. There, in the condensation, a message was slowly appearing, as if written by an invisible hand:

“Nice ass:)”

You gasped, backing away from the mirror, clutching the towel to your chest. The message blurred as the steam started to dissipate, but the message was clear. Someone—something—was here. And it wasn’t just watching.

It was playing with you.

Over the next few days, the incidents escalated. You’d come home to find your dresser drawers open, your panties scattered across the floor like someone had gone through them. The first time, you thought you’d left them out yourself, but the way they were laid out—so deliberate—made your stomach turn. Then there were the bathroom moments—whenever you showered, you’d feel that same eerie presence, like eyes lingering on your body, watching, waiting.

The laughter grew louder, more distinct, as if whoever—or whatever—it was, was enjoying your discomfort. At night, you’d feel your sheets shifting slightly, like someone was tugging at them from the foot of the bed. You’d sit up, heart pounding, only to find nothing but empty air. But the sensation—the feeling of being watched, of being toyed with—never left you.

Then, one particularly quiet evening, you were changing out of your work clothes— when you felt it again—the shift in the air, the invisible presence that seemed to hover just over your shoulder. You were halfway through pulling on your pajamas when the lights flickered, and a low, familiar voice whispered into your ear:

“Why don’t you leave the pajamas off this time?”

You gasped, pulling your shirt over your head in a rush, your face flushing hot with a mixture of shock and humiliation. But that teasing laughter filled the room again, like whoever was haunting you was enjoying every second of your reaction.

The worst part? A small, nagging part of you was starting to wonder—what if this wasn’t a dream? What if you really weren’t alone in this apartment? And worse, what if he wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon?

The next morning, you woke up with a pounding heart, the events of the previous night replaying in your mind. Had it all really happened? The flickering lights, the teasing whispers—it felt too surreal to fully grasp. You rubbed your eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of a restless night. After a quick breakfast, you left for work, determined to brush it all aside.

But as you stepped into the bustling city, the lingering feeling of unease trailed behind you like a shadow. You couldn’t shake the thought that something—or someone—was watching you. Each time you caught a glimpse of a stranger on the street, your heart would race, but you’d quickly remind yourself that it was just your imagination. There were no ghosts lurking in the corners of your life; this was just an old building with some quirks.

Yet, as the day went on, your thoughts kept drifting back to the apartment. You couldn’t concentrate on your work, your mind wandering to the strange occurrences. Maybe you should call the landlord about the lights, or even consider looking for a new place. But the thought of starting over again, packing up all your things for the second time in a few weeks, felt daunting. You sighed, trying to focus on the tasks at hand, but it was no use.

When you finally returned home, the apartment felt eerily quiet, as it had for the past week. The sunlight was fading, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever awaited you in the shadows.

As you moved through the rooms, you noticed your laundry basket had been knocked over, clothes scattered across the floor. Your heart sank. Had you left it like that? Or had someone—or something—done it for you? You knelt to pick up your clothes, feeling a chill race down your spine as you gathered your things.

“Okay, this is ridiculous,” you muttered to yourself. “It’s just an old building. There’s nothing to be scared of.”

But as you stood up, a flicker of movement caught your eye. You turned sharply, only to find the bathroom light flickering ominously. Your pulse quickened, and a wave of anxiety washed over you. You took a cautious step toward the bathroom, but before you could reach for the doorknob, the light stopped flickering, plunging the room into darkness.

“Really?” you said, forcing a laugh, trying to convince yourself that this was all just a trick of the mind. You opened the door, peering inside, and noticed the steam lingering in the air, as if someone had just taken a shower.

“Great, now I’m imagining things,” you muttered, shaking your head as you flicked the switch, and the light flickered back on, illuminating the room. You moved to the sink, splashing some water on your face, trying to ground yourself in reality.

Suddenly, a cold breeze brushed against your neck, sending a shiver through you. You spun around, heart racing, but there was no one there. You rolled your eyes, scolding yourself for being jumpy.

“Get a grip,” you whispered, taking a deep breath. You closed your eyes for a moment, leaning against the cool sink, letting the water run. The sound of the water was soothing, but just as you started to relax, you heard it again—the low, teasing laugh echoing off the tiles.

“Why do you keep pretending you’re alone?” the voice came, a soft whisper that sent chills down your spine. It was unmistakably playful, dripping with a teasing quality that made your skin prickle.

You froze, eyes wide as you scanned the room for the source of the voice. “Who’s there?” you asked, but the only response was the echo of your voice bouncing off the bathroom walls.

The air grew thick with tension, and you stepped back, your pulse pounding in your ears. “This isn’t funny!” you shouted, though the sound felt hollow, almost weak in the empty space.

“Not funny? I think it’s hilarious,” the voice replied, the amusement clear in its tone. “I love watching you squirm.”

Your breath hitched as a wave of heat rushed to your cheeks. Was someone—something—really watching you? The realization sent a shiver down your spine, and you stepped out of the bathroom, retreating into the safety of your living room.

But as you turned to leave, you caught a glimpse of movement in your peripheral vision. You whipped around just in time to see a flicker of white—was that a figure?—before it disappeared. Your heart raced, and you fought the urge to scream. You were alone, yet you couldn’t shake the feeling that you weren’t.

“I know you’re there!” you called out, trying to sound brave, though your voice wavered slightly. “Show yourself!”

In response, the only sound that met your challenge was a soft, breathy laughter that echoed through the apartment, taunting you from the shadows. You took a shaky step back, your heart racing as you glanced around, the flickering lights dimming again and casting eerie shapes that danced along the walls.

The silence that followed felt heavy, almost oppressive, and you could sense the presence lingering just out of sight. A chill raced down your spine, and you couldn’t help but feel that he was watching you, delighting in your unease. The knowledge that you weren’t alone gnawed at the edges of your mind, both thrilling and terrifying.

Eventually, you managed to muster the courage to retreat to your bedroom. You turned off the light, hoping to banish the creeping dread that had settled in your chest. As you slipped into your pajamas, you tried to convince yourself that this was all just a figment of your imagination—a bad dream that would dissipate with the morning light.

But as you jumped under the covers, cocooning yourself in the warm fabric, the shadows seemed to close in around you. You closed your eyes tightly, willing yourself to fall asleep and hoping that when you woke, everything would be back to normal.

As you lay in bed, the tension of the evening began to fade, your eyelids growing heavy. The soft rhythm of your breathing filled the silence of the room, and you felt yourself slipping into a dreamless sleep, the haunting presence momentarily forgotten.

But as the night deepened, a cool draft swept through the room, carrying with it an almost palpable energy. The covers at your feet began to stir, slowly pushed aside by an unseen force. You stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping your lips, but you didn’t wake.

Gojo, unseen but very much present, hovered just above your bed, his gaze fixed on your peaceful form. The way the soft glow of the moonlight illuminated your features made his heart race with an intensity he hadn’t expected. He watched, entranced, as you slept, your chest rising and falling rhythmically, your hair spilling over the pillow like a dark waterfall.

Unable to resist, he reached out, his hand brushing lightly against your cheek. The warmth of your skin sent a thrill through him, and he admired how serene you looked, completely unaware of his presence. He traced a finger along your jawline, careful not to disturb you, savoring the softness beneath his touch.

His fingers then moved down, grazing over your stomach, feeling the gentle rise and fall as you breathed. He marveled at the way your body seemed to relax into the sheets, completely trusting and vulnerable. With each touch, he felt an intoxicating mix of desire and reverence, appreciating the intimate moment without wanting to push too far.

He continued to explore, his fingers trailing to your waist, brushing against the fabric of your pajamas. The urge to pull you closer—to bridge the gap between the living and the dead—was overwhelming, but he held himself back, content to admire from a distance. The thrill of his touch, though fleeting, made his heart race, and he found himself captivated by the way you responded to his gentle caresses, even in your sleep.

Gojo continued to trace the delicate curves of your body, he felt an overwhelming surge of desire wash over him. The way you lay there, so innocent and unguarded, ignited something deep within him—an intense craving that surged like a tide. His heart raced as he let his fingers linger on your waist, the warmth of your skin contrasting sharply with his cold touch.

He bit his lip, trying to suppress the instinctual urge to claim you. But the sight of you sprawled across the sheets, completely unaware of his presence, stirred something primal within him. It was maddening; every time he looked at you, a rush of lust clouded his thoughts. He shifted slightly, feeling his body react involuntarily to the intoxicating combination of desire and admiration.

Gojo’s breath hitched as he fought to maintain control, his gaze tracing over your form, lingering on the way your body rose and fell with each breath. The fabric of your pajamas hugged you in all the right places, teasing him with the promise of what lay beneath. The mere thought of how easily he could pull those soft fabrics away made his pulse quicken, and he felt himself hardening at the thought.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured to himself, a hint of desperation lacing his tone. The tension in the air felt electric, charged with unspoken possibilities. His hand drifted lower, fingertips brushing along the soft material of your pajama top, teasing the edge of the hem as if tempted to explore further.

Every part of him wanted to surrender to the desire that throbbed in his chest, to take you right then and there. But he held back, reveling in the sheer thrill of the moment. Watching you, the way you sighed softly in your sleep, sent shivers through him, both thrilling and torturous. He knew he should stop, but the more he watched, the more he felt himself losing control.

His hand ventured lower, brushing the edge of your pajama pants, the fabric soft beneath his fingertips. The contact sent a rush of warmth through him, and he couldn't help but marvel at how delicate you seemed, wrapped up in the cocoon of your blankets. His fingers lingered just above the waistband, hesitant yet curious, feeling the gentle curve of your hips.

With each slow movement, he could feel the heat radiating from your skin, intoxicating him further. He traced the outline of your body, the subtle dips and rises that made you uniquely you, savoring the sensation of your warmth beneath his touch. You shifted slightly in your sleep, a soft sigh escaping your lips as if responding to his caress, igniting a thrill deep within him.

He hesitated for a moment, the line between admiration and temptation blurring in the shadows of the room. As his fingers inched closer to your skin, he felt a mix of excitement and restraint. He wanted to touch you, to explore the contours of your body fully, yet there was a profound respect for your innocence, a desire to revel in the moment without overstepping boundaries.

The fabric of your pajama pants was thin, and he could almost feel the warmth of your skin just beneath it. He let his fingers trail along the edge, teasingly close to crossing that invisible line. The sensation of his touch made the air thick with tension, electric and charged, as if the very atmosphere around you was aware of the forbidden intimacy unfolding in the dark. He slowly pushed your pants down—carefully to not wake you up

As your pants slipped down to your ankles and fell to the floor, the cool air kissed your skin, stirring you from the depths of your dreams. In your slumber, you remained blissfully unaware, lost in a world where nothing could touch you.

Gojo’s hand moved with practiced ease, slipping around your thighs and gently coaxing them apart. The sensation was electric, even in your sleep, as if some part of you sensed the shift in the atmosphere. His touch was teasing, almost reverent, as he revealed the delicate blue panties you wore, adorned with a tiny bow at the front.

The fabric clung to your folds, accentuating the softness of your skin. A subtle dampness had formed between your folds, making the material slightly sheer, hinting at your body's response to his presence. It was a testament to the tension that crackled in the air, as he admired the way the panties hugged you perfectly, creating a contrast that was both innocent and alluring.

Gojo's gaze was fixed on you, his expression a mixture of desire and fascination. He reveled in the sight of you, so trusting and vulnerable in your sleep, completely unaware of his hungry admiration.

Gojo breathed out heavily, a small smirk forming at his lips as he grinned. “Someone must be having a great dream,” he thought to himself, his amusement mixing with a thrill of desire. Slowly, he let his fingertip glide over the wet spot, the material yielding slightly under his touch, sending a jolt of excitement through him.

You stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you instinctively shifted deeper into the warmth of your blankets. In that moment, Gojo took the opportunity to slip your panties to the side, his breath catching as your skin was revealed to him. The sight was intoxicating, and he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you looked, even in your slumber.

Leaning in closer, he lowered himself onto his elbows, his nose brushing against the soft skin of your inner thigh. He inhaled deeply, drawn in by your sweet, intoxicating scent that enveloped him like a warm embrace. It was fresh and alluring, igniting a primal urge within him that he struggled to contain.

The temptation became too much to bear; he felt himself losing control. His tongue flicked out, brushing against your warm skin, and you instinctively arched into him, a soft whimper escaping your mouth as your subconscious recognized the sensation. The initial touch of his wet tongue against you sent shockwaves of heat spiraling through your body, stirring you from your dreams.

As you began to wake, you felt a warm rush in your lower stomach, a heat building that made you blush even more. Your eyes fluttered open, confusion mingling with a strange sense of desire. The realization of what was happening hit you like a bolt of lightning, and you shot upright, your hand instinctively tangling in Gojo’s hair as your body reacted to the sensations he was creating.

You gasped, your breath hitching in your throat as his tongue expertly flicked against your sensitive skin, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through you. It was a mix of surprise and undeniable pleasure, and you couldn’t help but moan softly, the sound escaping before you could stop it.

Gojo’s heart raced at the sound, his instincts driving him further into the moment as he continued to explore, tasting you with a fervor that only intensified your reaction.

Your heart raced as you tugged on his hair, a mix of confusion and overwhelming desire coursing through you. Gojo responded to your pull, the sensation igniting a fire in him as he continued his ministrations, licking and teasing with an expert touch. You gasped, the sound echoing softly in the dim light of the room, a testament to the intensity of your awakening.

You were torn between pleasure and confusion, your mind racing to comprehend the whirlwind of sensations and the reality of the situation. Who was this man? How did he get into your apartment? You had convinced yourself that the flickering lights and eerie shadows were mere figments of your imagination, a result of moving into a new place. Yet, here he was—intimate and insistent, his warm breath brushing against your skin.

“W-What’s happening?” you stammered, still gripping his hair as your body betrayed your mind, yearning for more despite the chaotic thoughts swirling around. “Who are you?”

Gojo paused for a moment, his blue eyes locking onto yours, a mixture of amusement and hunger dancing in their depths. “I’m your roommate who is enjoying the view,” he said with a teasing smile, leaning in closer, making your breath hitch.

“A roommate?” You shook your head, trying to clear the fog of pleasure clouding your thoughts. “I don‘t have a roommate! I live here alone..”

His laughter echoed softly in the room, a sound that sent another shiver of confusion down your spine. “You really think you’re alone in this apartment?” he replied, his voice low and playful, as if he reveled in your bewilderment. “I’ve been here all along, I thought that was obvious cause i spoke to you”

As the weight of his words sank in, the unease in your stomach twisted. The flickering lights, the shadows that danced along the walls—they suddenly felt more significant. Was it possible that you had unknowingly welcomed him into your life, this alluring presence who now had you caught in a web of confusion and desire?

You opened your mouth to protest, to question further, but another wave of pleasure washed over you as he resumed his teasing, his tongue flicking against your most sensitive spots. You felt the tension coiling tighter, each flick sending waves of heat crashing over you, making it hard to think straight.

“Don’t think too hard,” Gojo murmured, his voice dripping with mischief. “Just enjoy the moment. ”

His words twisted in your mind. You had never considered wanting something like this. The mixture of fear and pleasure churned within you, creating a heady cocktail that left you dizzy. “No, I—” you started, but the protest faltered as his tongue continued its wicked dance, sending another gasp from your lips

He looked up at you with an impish grin, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “You smell so good.. I couldn’t help myself.”

The playful tone in his voice only heightened the tension. You felt a blush creeping across your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and something else—something intoxicating that made you want to lean into him. The softness of your sheets contrasted with the heat building between your legs, and you could hardly think straight.

As he continued to work his tongue, you couldn’t help but arch your back, instinctively seeking more of that delightful sensation. Each flick and swirl of his tongue ignited every nerve ending in your body, drawing soft moans from your lips. It was as if he had uncovered a hidden part of you that yearned to be explored.

“Does it feel good?” Gojo asked teasingly, pausing for just a moment to allow you to respond, his breath tickling your skin.

You could only nod, a desperate sound escaping you as the tension inside you coiled tighter. The world around you faded into nothingness, leaving just the two of you in this charged moment. He watched you with a hungry gaze, taking in every reaction, every sigh, as if he were memorizing your body’s responses.

“Just relax,” he encouraged, his voice a soothing balm that only added to the pleasure. “You’re so pretty”

With that, he resumed his teasing, his focus unwavering. You surrendered to the sensations washing over you, losing yourself in the warmth and intimacy of the moment, every heartbeat echoing the unspoken connection that lingered in the air.

A low moan escaped your lips, unbidden, as his tongue slipped inside you. The sensation was overwhelming, a flood of heat radiating through your body. Your fingers instinctively tightened their grip on his soft, white hair, tugging at the strands as your hips bucked involuntarily in response to the maddening rhythm he set. Each flick of his tongue sent ripples of pleasure coursing through you, your breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps.

Gojo’s presence was both commanding and teasing, his movements deliberate, savoring every reaction he drew from you. He pulled away momentarily, the cool air of the room brushing against your heated skin, and your eyes fluttered open just in time to meet his gaze. Those piercing blue eyes were filled with a dark amusement, a predatory gleam in them that made your pulse quicken.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he whispered, his voice low and reverent, as if he were admiring something rare and precious. The words sent a shiver down your spine, the heat inside you pooling deeper, igniting a fire that you couldn’t control. Before you could respond, his mouth was on you again, more insistent this time, his tongue working with a skill that left you trembling.

The room around you seemed to fade, the only thing anchoring you to reality being the intensity of the moment. Every nerve in your body felt alive, hyperaware of his every touch, every subtle shift. Your hands clutched his hair even tighter, a quiet whimper escaping you as you felt the tension coil tighter and tighter in your core.

You could barely form a coherent thought, lost in the sensation as he continued his assault on your senses. With each pass of his tongue, the pressure built until it became unbearable, and then, like a wave crashing over you, the release came in an overwhelming rush.

Your body arched, your breath catching as the climax tore through you, leaving you gasping for air. For a moment, time seemed to stop, your senses overloaded with the heat, the electricity, the overwhelming pleasure that left you shaking. He didn’t stop, though—his eyes never leaving yours, watching as you unraveled beneath him, fully aware of the power he held over you.

Your body finally relaxed, sinking back into the bed as the aftershocks rippled through you, your grip on his hair loosening. Gojo lifted his head, his lips glistening with evidence of what he’d just done, and that smirk returned, lazy and satisfied.

As your breathing slowly returned to normal, your body still trembling from the intensity of what had just happened, you blinked your eyes open. The warmth of what had just transpired lingered in the air, but something was missing. The weight of his presence—his hands, his body, the heat of his breath against your skin—had vanished.

You lifted your head, blinking through the dim light of the room. Where was he? Your heart pounded, a mix of confusion and unease settling in. You were sure you hadn’t imagined it—every touch had felt so real, so intense—but now, he was gone. Completely.

You sat up slowly, the sheets rustling as you scanned the room. The lamp on your bedside table flickered again, casting long, eerie shadows that seemed to shift with every second. The unsettling quiet that filled the space made your skin prickle. He’d been here—right here, between your legs—but now there was nothing, not even a sound to suggest he had ever existed.

Had he left? Was he still watching?

A faint breeze seemed to brush past you, chilling the room even further. You wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly hyper-aware of your bare skin, of how exposed you were.

Just then, you heard it—the softest of sounds, a quiet, almost mocking laugh. It was close, impossibly close, yet no one was there. You shivered, your eyes darting around the room, searching for any sign of movement, any clue to his whereabouts. But there was nothing.

“Satoru Gojo. Remember the name, sweetheart. You’ll be hearing it a lot.”

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♱ — 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴᴇꜱᴇ ᴛᴇʀᴍꜱ | ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ | ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴꜱ | ᴄᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟɪꜱᴍ | ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ | ᴅᴜʙ-ᴄᴏɴ | ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ-ᴘʀᴇʏ | ɴɪᴘᴘʟᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ | ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ/ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴋɪɴᴋ | ʜɪɴᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴋɪɴᴋ | ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴜᴍᴍʏ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ | ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ | ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀꜱ ʟᴜʙᴇ | ᴛᴡᴏ ᴄᴏᴄᴋꜱ | ᴘᴜʙᴇꜱ | ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ꜱᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ | ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʀᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ | ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ | ꜱᴘɪᴛ | ᴀɴᴀʟ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ | ᴅᴘ-ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜᴏʟᴇꜱ | ʜᴇ ᴘᴜʀʀꜱ ʙᴄ ᴡʜʏ ɴᴏᴛ?

♱ — 𝐖𝐂: 6.7ᴋ

♱ — 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: ᴀᴀᴀᴀ ʜᴇʀᴇ’ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ɪɴꜱᴛᴀʟʟᴍᴇɴᴛ! ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ʟᴀᴛᴇ! ɪ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏʟ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʏꜱᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ!!♡

𝕬 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖌𝖔,

𝖉𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕳𝖊𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝕬𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕵𝖆𝖕𝖆𝖓.

The soft vibrations of crickets fill your ears when you reach the garden of the estate. The moon peering over the clouds illuminating your path as you descend the wooden stairs onto the stone walkway that leads towards the small bridge above the pond. The sound of the shishi-odoshi begins to tune out the rhythmic buzzing of the insects that surround the area the closer you get to it as you lean over the railing to look at the koi fish below, entranced by their bright colors and effortless motions before the soft pad of feet slowly approaching captures your attention.

One of the house maids ascends the bridge as she offers you the tea you requested upon your arrival, thanking her as you watch her retreat back into the estate, the yellow hair pin holding the strands from her face catching your eye before she disappears behind the wooden sliding doors. The smell of the warm matcha fills your senses as you bring the small cup towards your lips, feeling how it eases the ache in your muscles after returning from a long mission.

More and more cursed spirits had been terrorizing the nearby villages and in a desperate attempt of survival they called upon the neighboring towns for help, you being the eldest daughter of your clan you'd taken the initiative to gather some of the capable men and journey to the villages in need. Coming from a family of skilled sorcerers, your combat skills were unmatched, much to your father’s disdain who believed your focus should be to find an honorable man to be lawfully married to. The thought alone had your eyebrows creasing in discontent while you peered down at your cup, taking another sip of your tea to bury your thoughts in the back of your mind, a problem to be settled at a later time when you face your father after leaving on negative terms. Focusing on the warmth that filled your insides with each sip while letting the soft thudding of the bamboo against the rock along the flow of the water calm your mind.

Watching how the moon reflects against the green liquid before a small snowflake captures your attention, melting instantly into the warm tea followed by another and another as the first signs of snow begin to fall gently upon your skin. Closing your eyes to soak in their comforting touch, clearing your mind as you raise your cup again - but a scream echoes through the night. The loud shrill of a woman in the distance makes you turn towards the estate, frozen at the sudden silence before a loud crashing sound resonates through the whole area making the ground shake below your feet as you take off running into the building, grabbing the Tachi sword that was mounted on display at the main entrance when you sprint past it to the source of the commotion growing louder by the second.

Your breath gets caught in your throat when you reach the main garden, the once thick and fragrant cherry blossoms that adorned the entrance now destroyed as the flames consume it to the last branch, causing a cloud of smoke to devour its surroundings. A scream coming from within the estate makes you turn abruptly as you run back inside towards the source of the sound when you're met with the horrifying sight of numerous bodies of maids and cooks slaughtered and strewn around, mangled past recognition.

The loud crash of glass breaking has you pushing forward as you step over the bodies, their blood soaking up your feet while your hands clench around the hilt of your sword as you slowly remove it from its sheath. Rounding the corner towards one of the back rooms of the estate, you can hear the large thumps of something big moving around - something deadly with the amount of cursed energy that oozed through the area, it felt more and more suffocating with each step.

Just as you near one of the doors, you catch a glimpse of the intruder causing you to hide behind one of the columns in the hallway while you peek from the side into the room he's in. Only now noticing the trail of blood leading towards his position as the faint sound of wet crunching becomes more and more eminent - is he eating someone? You were no stranger to curses devouring humans, but this was something different. Something of this size, able to cause such calamity, was a monster. One that you needed to get rid of, and fast.

The sound of quick thudding pulls you from your thoughts as you peek around the edge again, a yellow hair pin catching your eyes, it was the maid from earlier. She stood frozen in the entryway where the monster was in, fearful of her life you begin to step out from behind the column to get her attention, but just as you do so, two extra limbs extend from his sides capturing her by the head as terrified screams rip from her. But they die down just as quickly when her skull caves in under the pressure of the clawed hands that crushed it with ease as her body hits the wooden floor with a sickening thud, a pool of blood forming right afterwards as the monster continues feasting on the body in front of him.

The bustling sound of multiple set of feet resonates through the back porch as the guards of the estate burst through the wooden doors causing the monster to ram through the wall of the room into the opening where the guards stood, allowing you to see the body of the person he was feasting on now discarded on the floor as it falls down into a pool of its own blood, its head rolling out onto the hall - it was your father’s. His face plastered with an expression that was unrecognizable to you, eyes wide and frightened, an emotion your father never showed in the life you knew him, always the hard and strong man that only wanted the best for his family despite your disagreements.

Your heart was racing in your chest, head throbbing as your hands curl around the hilt of your blade, looking over at the monster with seething anger where he's battling the guards, slashing them down with his claws one by one before he captures one in each arm. Taking the opportunity of all four of his limbs being occupied, you sprint over to the beast, dashing through the air for an added advantage against his towering figure, slashing his upper left arm swiftly before your feet slide along the bloodied floor as you take a defensive stance in front of him.

Now able to take him in completely you feel yourself falter slightly at the sight. Just like his arms, there are four eyes that stare you down as you both stand frozen in place. Black tattoos adorn his body with precise double bands on his wrist and biceps forming a circle and two segmented curves on his chest leading towards his partially open kimono revealing a mouth on his stomach.

The room falls silent, only the grunts and cries of the men struggling in his grasp echo through the space while you stare at each other. His expression unmoving as if still processing what just occurred, his arm bleeding out onto the wooden planks of the floor where it layed as it begins to slowly decay into ash while his shoulder gushes with blood. His eyes drifting to the tip of your blade as he watches his blood drip from the shiny steel flashing before him. Face suddenly crackling into a violent grin allowing you to see his sharpened teeth, gory and bloodied causing you to strengthen your stance when his eyes meet yours with a sinister glint.

The men in his grasp now mangled like the rest as he crushes them in his palms, bones breaking followed by the revolting squelch of their organs scattering onto the floor as he holds the remains in his palms, bringing them towards the mouth in his stomach as it opens wide. A long tongue lolling out between rows of sharp teeth stained with corpus as it quickly devours the fresh flesh before making a scene of licking the muscles around it as if cleaning its lips. Using it to regenerate as a new arm bursts through his shoulder, replacing the one you'd slashed as all four of them flex at his sides followed by a loud boisterous laugh.

“It's been a while since someone has given me a good fight”, his voice is smooth and rich yet booming, you can feel it vibrate against your chest when he speaks and it makes you swallow thickly while you hold firmly onto your sword.

“Do your best not to disappoint me”, he mocks. And with that he's moving, fast and overpowering allowing you only enough time to barely dodge him as you step to the side before one of his large arms could catch you, unable to avoid his sharp claws as they scratch against your thigh tearing through the fabric and breaking the skin just as you find enough balance to swing your blade across his back, barely injuring him as the wound quickly seals back up.

Facing each other again as he launches for you with an even bigger grin on his face as you manage to slide down between his legs before quickly slicing through his lower right arm and rotating the blade as you strike his back once more, this time with more force as it slices from his shoulder across to his hip, feeling the resistance of bones against the metal making you plant your feet firmly on the ground, urging the blade forward until its out the other end. Blood spraying in the wake of your attack as it stains your skin, drenching your clothes before joining the mess on the floor while you hold the blade at your side, confident that such a fatal blow would subdue the beast enough to bring him to his knees and administer the final blow.

Instead, he laughs.

Laughs and laughs and laughs as more blood gushes from his wounds and before you can register it, you're sent flying into the air so far back that your body crashes through the sliding doors of the garden before colliding with the wooden gate past the pond that divided the estate from the forest. Launching himself through the air right after as he falls above you, ground shaking from the force as snow and dirt scatter in his wake, shoving you down deeper into the ground as he presses himself against you roughly while the blood from his wounds drips onto you, bathing you in it as you notice where your blade pierced all the way through the front of his chest and down to his stomach where the mouth has ripped apart.

Maniacal grin on his face as he leans down onto yours, the rotten stench of blood filling your senses before his tongue swipes against your cheek to lap at the blood on your skin, wet and violating as he hums in delight at the taste. You struggle against his figure but the sharp sting of claws digging into your sides holding you down force you to stay still as he leans over to lick from your neck towards your other cheek before drifting upwards into your hair, deeply inhaling your scent as he hums again, this time followed by another laugh.

“Oh, you certainly did not disappoint”, he laughs whilst leaning down to press a kiss to your bloodied cheek before sucking the skin in between his teeth, harshly releasing your delicate skin to lean down onto your neck and unashamedly take another inhale, raptured by the sound of your heart almost beating out of your chest against his ear and he can’t help the way his fingers twitch at the excitement building within.

“You…”, lifting a clawed finger unto your face to brush away the stray hairs that cling to your skin while he circles his large hand around your head, settling on your nape as he holds you tightly in his grasp, allowing you to fully see his face as your eyes dart along the tattoos decorating his skin, matching the ones on his body before settling onto the second face melding into his own where his eyes rest one atop the other. “...will make a wonderful hunt”, he adds as his tongue slides across his lips, like a predator savoring his prey before digging into them.

The fear in your eyes only fuels him further as he laughs while lifting himself up to his full height, bringing you up with him with your feet dangling in the air before shoving you back onto the cold snow as you struggle to catch your footing before taking off towards the woods, the wet sound of flesh melding together and bones reconstructing themselves getting tuned out by the heavy snow that darts through the wind as you disappear past the tall trees and into the dark forest with only the moon to illuminate your path.

The Tachi is long forgotten in the snow as you push yourself to run despite the ache on your body, every muscle screaming at you to run faster knowing that the second you stop, it will be all over. The cold air entering your lungs felt like it was piercing your insides as you sprint between the dark looming trees, cursing to yourself when your clothes get caught on unexpected branches, tearing the fabric and scratching at your skin while you focus on staying on your feet when the cold from the snow starts nipping at your skin making it almost numb.

But the further you venture into the forest, the eerier it got. No longer able to hear the faint buzzing of crickets, no owls hooting into the night on the crowns of trees, no foxes coming out of their dens in search of their prey before it gets too cold to hunt. Nothing. Only the whistling of the piercing snow squall around you, causing you to slow down as you lean against the nearest trunk. Dread settling into your gut as you stand frozen in place with your ear pricked for any odd sounds, the tension suffocating you while your head darts in every direction where you are barely able to see anything a few feet away from you.

The sound of a distant twig snapping causes a nauseating pit to form in your stomach as your eyes dart around the area, desperately trying to find the source of the sound as fear settles deeper and deeper into your bones. Screaming at you to run knowing you were unarmed and your cursed techniques were no match for this beast even if you tried. He would devour you before you even tried.

Snap.

The sound of another twig snapping sends a sharp chill up your spine as the air gets caught in your throat. The sound came from above you.

Your blood runs cold as you shakily push your head to look upwards. Your knees threatening to give out under you when your eyes are met with four glowing red eyes stalking down at you through the fog followed by the deadly glint of sharp canines flashing down at you. Like a spider creeping up on its prey when it gets caught in its web.

You push yourself from the tree trunk, scurrying on your feet as you try to get away from the terrible fate that awaits you. But a sharp pain erupting from your side has you wailing in agony as you get thrown off balance, tumbling into the freezing snow as you roll through the clearing of trees before your back gets pressed into the ground once more. Every inch of your body aching as you scream and thrash against the heavy weight pushing against your body. The sounds of sinister laughter filling your ears again as it echoes through the dark forest, causing tears to cling to your lashes before they spill past your cheeks.

“Shhh don't cry”, he coos as the wet warmth of his tongue hits your cold skin when he licks the tears from your face.

“You did so good”, another lick against your neck has you wriggling in his grasp.

“As a matter of fact, you did so well that I think you deserve a reward.” The booming sound of laughter vibrates every nerve in your body as it clashes with your screams when his claws rip away the last layer of clothing protecting you from these harsh conditions. Banging your fist against his chest in a final futile attempt to get him off of you before two of his arms trap yours underneath them as he drags them through the snow to rest above you and hold you down with only one hand as the other lowers to your face, sharp nails brushing the hairs out of your face gently as you try to jerk away from his touch. Suddenly gripping your throat tightly as he forces you still, crimson red eyes searing into your glossy ones in a silent threat to calm you down.

I like it when they put up a fight…”, he begins before his face falls into a scowl. “...but don't think I won't kill you before having my way with you and leave you here for the wolves to finish.”

You force a gulp down your throat where his large hand is pressed, constricting the airflow as you feel yourself starting to get light headed from the pressure. Noticing how his eyes trail down your body, fully exposed to him as you watch how both of his mouths lick their lips simultaneously, savoring the view as he openly devours you with his gaze.

The tongue on his stomach extends unnaturally long until it falls flat against your abdomen - wet and heavy as it wriggles carelessly against your skin. Dripping inhuman amounts of spit as it coats you in a warm and sticky layer of saliva while the tip stretches towards your exposed chest, your nipples already erect under the cold touch of the snow as his tongue circles the buds all while he watches you from above. Head tilted to the side with a pleased grin while fixated on the way your skin feels against his large tongue, occasional humming vibrating in his throat each time the limbs holding your figure rake their sharp nails along your skin causing shiver after shiver to flow through your flesh.

Laughing when his eyes trail up to your face, noticing how you try your best to contain the sounds of pleasure that threaten to escape you the more the large wet muscle drags against you, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your voice. An unapproving scowl forms on his features as he lowers himself to hover above you, caging you beneath his monstrous figure before you feel his tongue slowly descend from your chest, past your abdomen and onto your exposed cunt causing your legs to twitch in an attempt to close them but his lower arms hold you open as his hands grip around your ankles. Caressing them slowly and teasingly while occasionally adding pressure in what almost felt like a possessive act, unable to contain the urge to mark your skin as his own as each jerk left a new scratch against your skin causing more blood to flow from your wounds.

Meeting his gaze as his grin grows large at the glare on your face, noticing how you're struggling to maintain it with each swipe of his tongue through your folds and he can't help but to be more amused at the fighting spirit within you. His canines aching with the need to taste you when the thought of breaking such strong resolve flows through his head as he lowers himself to sniff along your face like an animal before leaning down against your neck, the hot touch of his breath against your skin has you closing your eyes as you try to relish in the small warmth that it gives you in contrast to the freezing cold that surrounds you.

But a sharp sting makes you jerk against his frame. A scorching shiver flowing through your body at an overwhelming pace engulfs you completely when he buries his teeth to your side - deep enough to graze bone as you dig your nails into the palm that holds you prisoner, unable to contain your sounds any longer as mewls escape past your lips. Blood upon the snow as red begins to spill from the wound and into his mouth, drinking it greedily while you feel it pool beneath you. Smiling against your skin when he hears the sweet sounds of your voice as he drinks from you more brutally before tearing his maw away. Dripping in red as he tilts his head back, gulping it down followed by a delighted grunt rumbling deep in his chest while his eyes close in thought as if drowning the rest of his senses to only focus on the savory taste of your blood against his tongue and feel how the warm liquid travels down his throat to settle into his stomach.

The tongue on his stomach lapping at your pussy with newfound enthusiasm as if it too could feel the taste of your blood against it and you can't help arousal that starts to gather on your entrance, mixing with the slobbers that hung and dripped in frothy ropes from its mouth as the wet sounds became more and more loud.

Enough to pull the monster above you from his blissed trance as he peers down to your core, tongue lolling out to swipe along his fangs while his eyes slowly trail up your body to meet your gaze again before his features contour into a delighted yet crazed smile that made his eyes glow sinisterly causing you to gulp down the drool collecting in your mouth as you watch him slowly inch closer as he lowers himself onto your face again. Inhaling deeply before swiping his tongue along his lips, cleaning the blood that remained there.

“You might just be…”, he lowers his lips onto your cheek again to gently suck on it while his sharp teeth ghost along your skin and lean back until it slips from his mouth before leaning back down to rub his cheek against yours.

“... Different from the others.” The smooth skin of his face feels almost gentle against you as if providing a false sense of security only to feel the sickening stinging of his fangs sinking into the already broken flesh of your neck once more as a scream rips from your throat.

Sucking on it messily before pulling back as he holds the thick liquid in his mouth while trailing down your body. The tongue from his stomach ceasing its rapid licks as it retreats back into its mouth causing it to reveal the two erect cocks that stood bulging against what remained of his kimono. One of his large hands rises to unfasten it, fully revealing their lengths to you, long and veiny with oozing tips ready to sink inside your heat.

Kindle eyes meeting your widened ones as you watch him unhinge his jaw over them as blood starts to flow from his mouth and onto his cocks - your blood. Warm and sticky with the mixture of drool as it drips along his lengths and onto your messy skin until the last drop of blood flows from his mouth before lowering himself onto you. Dragging them along the length of your pussy with a loud squelch as he teased you with them while still staring deep into you, soaking in the way your expression falters with each jolt of pleasure that sends through your body each time the thick creamy tips of his cocks catch your clit, swollen with need as it grows more and more sensitive with each swipe.

A low laugh rumbling in his chest when he feels your thighs begin to shake against his frame, the hands that were gripping your ankles now dragging their sharp claws along your calves, circling your thighs before resting on your hips where they carelessly dig into your meaty flesh to hold you in place while his large frame spreads your legs wider when he presses against you more.

Lowering himself to cage you beneath him again while his free limb reaches down between your bodies, gripping his lower cock before aligning himself with you while the other rests atop your clit. Causing you to tip your head back, pressing your skull against the snow when the protruding head enters your pussy sending a burning rush through your body as it stretches you open for him the deeper he sinks into you before slowly leaning back to thrust forward again. Not giving you enough time to adapt to his size as he gradually increases his pace.

Booming laughter followed by a guttural grunt echoes through the vacant forest for only the moon to hear as she peers down at you through the snowy clouds, the only one to bear witness as you descend deeper into the overwhelming mixture of pleasure, anger and fear as the very beast that butchered your family has his way with you. Unable to contain your cries and moans as they flow freely from you the more he pounds into you, the cock resting above you rubbing quickly against your clit while drips and spurts of creamy white splatter onto the hairs above your heat.

His free hand rubs along the base of the cock thrusting in and out of you as he collects some of the messy mixture that rings around it with his fingers before guiding them up towards your mouth, pressing your lips closed in a show of defiance as the sharp pointed tip of his claws pricks at the delicate skin of your bottom lip, breaking the skin causing a small bead of blood to trickle down your chin.

He lowers himself with a deep grumble, amused at your will to still fight against him despite your current predicament as he presses his lips to your other cheek, rubbing them against your skin down to your ear where he sucks the lobe into his mouth before puncturing it with his fangs enhancing the deep roar of his voice that makes your senses shake from the intensity.

“OPEN.”

Your resolve dissipates from the overwhelming power that vibrates with his words as you open your mouth to him while his digits slip inside with ease, pressing down against your tongue as the coppery taste of your blood immediately overpowers before the array of different flavors follows suit. The sharp salty yet burning taste of his arousal contrasting the velvety sweet taste of your own, the viscous and fleshy taste of umami from his saliva, the vile and rotting taste of the gore still clinging underneath his claws from the previous carnage. All of it hits you in a flash as it drowns your senses when he sinks his long fingers deeper into your throat causing drool to pool at your mouth when you gag around them. Watching you with a gratified look before sliding his fingers back until just the tips are hooked to your bottom teeth, the point of his claws poking at your tongue forcing your mouth agape.

“There you go”, he coos. “Taking me like the obedient whore you are”, eyebrows frowning in anger when the degrading name reaches your ears as you meet his gaze in discontent to which he only laughs followed by a sharp thrust of his hips that causes you a shiver to travel along your spine as he buries his cock in your wet heat all the way down to the base before the arm that was holding yours above your head releases you.

Brushing through your hair to grip at your scalp, keeping your head still to look up at him while he peers down at you whilst you drag your arms down through the snow before reaching up to cling against his large frame. Your muscles feel slightly numb from the pressure of his strength when they flex to dig your own nails into his flesh, the faint sting feeling almost comical as a breathy laugh blows from him, its warmth hitting your skin as it makes your eyelashes flutter from the proximity.

“I think you're just about ready to take me whole, don't you?”, tilting his head to the side as his eyes fixate on the way drool collects at the corners of your mouth while he holds it open.

An obstructed “what?” begins to vibrate in your throat but it's quickly interrupted by the thick weight of his spit hitting the back of your tongue as you struggle to swallow with the digits that still pry your mouth open. The same digits that quickly slide along your bottom lip to circle around your cheeks, his palm pressing into your chin and before you can register it, his lips are on yours. Hard and demanding paired with the smooth yet imposing feel of his tongue swiping along your teeth before pressing it against yours, pushing his spit deeper into your mouth as it mixes with your own until you no longer can resist the urge to swallow - oddly hot and impossibly sticky as it struggles down your throat while the wet muscle slithers out of your mouth with a satisfied hum, leaving thick and stringy threads of saliva connected between you before it curls back into his own allowing you to take sharp gulps of cold air again.

Another confused protest builds in your chest but that gusting laughter of his quiets your voice as he quickly removes his cock from you, sharp canines only flashing brighter when he feels your pussy constrict around him trying to pull him back inside before it slides out with a slick pop as bloody strands of arousal stretch between your bodies.

The feel of sharp claws digging into your hips sends a burning sting across your skin before your no longer peering up at the moon, flipped over as you knees dig into the icy snow followed by your elbows when he presses his weight against your back, his warm skin against your cold flesh as one of his arms travels from your hips and along your torso curling around your neck to pull you back and press you further into him. Feeling how one of his cocks twitches against the dip of your spine while the other rubs hard between your thighs as it leaks onto the snowy ground.

Another set of claws trickles down the center of your spine, slow and calculated until it curls around your rear to grasp at it with more vigor, giving it a firm shake before reaching down to rub against your cunt as he collects the mess that drips from your pussy onto his palm whilst he drags his digits through your folds - slick and swollen from only taking one of his cocks as his touch has your eyes rolling into your skull. Feeling how he rubs his palm up towards your puckered hole to coat it with your release and blood before pressing his thumb around the rim, using the messy slick as lubricant to stretch your rear open as his thick digit breaks through the first ring of muscle making you fist the snow below with a groan at the initial sting.

A content hum vibrates from deep in his chest against your back as his thumb pushes deeper into you until its fully nestled inside before removing it slowly to introduce another finger, gradually spreading your hole open until you're able to take four of his long digits with ease as the squelch of his fingers toying with your insides causes your thighs to quiver while he nuzzles his nose at the crook of your neck, smiling against your skin when he feels you tremble beneath him.

Removing his digits as webs of slick stretch between his fingers when he reaches for his cock, guiding it from your lower spine to align with your gaped hole before slowly thrusting inside, the thick head sliding in with ease after being stretched and you can't contain the moans that spill from your lips when the cock resting between your thighs simultaneously presses against your clit sending jolts of pleasure through your body with each jerk. Gradually shoving more and more of his length while his nose hovers above the wound on your neck, oozing fresh blood as he takes a deep inhale before you feel the hot touch of his tongue lapping at the crimson liquid. Slowly licking around the surface where his fangs pierced the skin as he brings his lips down to the opening, encouraging more blood to spill into his mouth while the sound of his gulps echoes through your ears.

The hand that was spreading you open suddenly curls around your front as his lips detach from your skin whilst you feel the digits around your neck twitch against your skin, holding you in place as you watch him spit the viscous mixture of saliva and blood into his hand before it disappears from your sight. A jolt erupts from your body when you feel it press against your cunt, rubbing the slimy liquid through your pussy as his digits spread you open while sharp claws ghost along your sensitive skin with each motion causing something to twist in your gut.

Reaching for the cock between your legs as the one in your rear eases its pace, coating it with the remaining slick in his hand as he gives it a few pumps before you feel the large tip rub against you, throbbing with each swipe as wet noises fill your ears again the more it collects the mixture of bloody spit along with the arousal dripping from your pussy onto the thick head of his cock as it presses into your entrance making you squirm against his grasp when it pushes into you. Already feeling impossibly full with the cock buried deep in your ass, but the feel of claws threatening to rip through the skin of your hips forces you still as they hold you in place whilst the hand around your throat twitches again as his tongue returns to the wound above your shoulder.

The overwhelming feel of everything at once causes your jaw to slack against his touch as moans continue to spill past your lips the more his length sinks deeper into you. Spreading your pussy open on him as the cock in your rear throbs against your tight insides, moving in par with the other. You feel your breathing become more labored as you lift one of your hands from the snow to clutch onto the one around your throat, his skin feeling hot in your touch as your ears pricked at the sound of low rumbles erupting from deep within his chest when his cocks nestled fully inside your warmth, the vibration spreading across your skin where your back met his chest as his nose trailed up to your hair. Inhaling your scent before slowly pulling his hips back, the thick veins on his lengths rubbing through the velvety walls of your core making you gasp at the sensation until only the tips remain inside as all 20 of his fingers press deeper into your skin when he thrusts his hips forward again with a loud wet squelch that clashes with the purring emitting from his chest whilst your entire body flushes hot in contrast to the cold that surrounds you.

Tears welled in your eyes the more he quickened his thrusts, driven savage as he splits you open on his lengths whilst your blood eases his vicious pace against you. Stuffed beyond limits whilst the sweet sound of your moans only fuels him further as he feels himself get closer to his release. Teeth aching with the need to bury themself deep in your flesh as he sinks them into the side of your neck that remained untouched, now bloodied and ripped as your skin gives away under the force of his hungry maw. Gore spilling into his throat as his purring becomes wet with your blood as a groan builds in his throat when he feels you gush against his cocks, withdrawing from your neck to peer down between your bodies - crimson stained grin spreading wildly at the sight as he fixates on the way your holes stretch around his lengths leaving a thick creamy ring of arousal at the base that he can't resist to taste as the tongue on his abdomen extends to lap at the mixture.

A content groan resonating through the loud vibrations of his chest as he lowers himself to press against your back again, the fingers at your throat flexing on your skin as he tilts your head back to look at him. Admiring the sight of you covered in the mixture of his blood and yours whilst you cry out in pleasure and pain with each powerful thrust of his hips - something snaps within him. Something he thought was long past buried and forgotten as he feels it stir deep inside of him. Something primal and carnal that has the pace of his hips faltering when he meets your gaze. Eyes that were previously filled with ravenous rage, now drowned in exhilarating pleasure - yet a hint of defiance remains, staring directly back into his own when no other would've even dared to allow the thought to enter their minds.

And the action has him erupting in a maniacal laugh that makes the snow clinging to the branches of the trees that surround you come crashing down, but he pays no mind to it as he regains the strength of his thrusts, fucking you open anew until his cocks are swelling up inside your heat before a final jerk buries his lengths deep in your warmth. Rope after rope of thick cum filling your insides as a searing heat spreads through your core, making your holes tighten around him causing the both of you to curl into each other at the overwhelming sensations that are running rampant through your bodies.

Lapping at the blood dripping from your neck in slow, unhurried licks while he soaks in the feel of your pussy pulsing around him, greedily milking him till the last drop and he can't help but smile against your mangled skin before lifting himself to lean back as his lower arms reach for your cheeks, spreading your rear as he slowly starts to withdraw from your body. Creamy ribbons of cum already seeping through the sides of your tight holes whilst you whimper at the feeling when it drips down your thighs into the snow below. His cocks popping out of you with a loud squelch and his eyes glow at the way your asshole gapes from the imprint his size left on your along with the steady flow that gushes from your pussy and he resists the urge to plug you up again and keep you full and bred for him.

Instead you feel claws travel up your sides before they curl around you, now facing him as he stands at full height with you in his arms as your exposed cunt drips onto his abdomen for his tongue to lap and the mess. Feeling a sudden warmth at your back as he shields you from the snowfall with his kimono whilst he begins to walk further into the looming forest.

“I think I'll keep you for a little longer.” He whispers against your cheek, lapping at the blood staining your skin before wrapping his palm around your chin, claws digging into you as he forces you to look at him. Searing crimson staring deep into your blissed ones before breaking into a malevolent grin as you feel his digits dig deeper into your flesh, threatening to split you apart at the thrill building within from all the thoughts running through his head. For he's never had a prey quite like yourself.

[kyunzin]

☆ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑‘𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐓 ☆

✰ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ✰ 𝐇. 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢 ✰ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ✰ you have a failing grade. he’s more than willing to give you a bit of extra credit but not for free of course (f!reader) ✰ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒/𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✰ nsfw, teacher x student, semi public sex, face slapping, age gap(36 r!22), degradation, praise, hair pulling, face fucking, cockwarming, asphyxiation ✰ 𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ✰ do not do this in real life guys this will not happen trust me. i need to sleep i'm too tired for this.

w.c ✰ 2.2k

if only you knew what you were getting into

if only you weren't so stubborn and accepted the grade

if only you knew that your teacher had a thing for sweet, innocent girls like you

you had always had a perfect record of: punctuality, attendance, and grades so it bothered you this much to have this one failing grade on your report.

never had you gotten below a 'B' so it surprised you to this this. you made sure to follow all the criteria for the task so you're perplexed as to why you failed.

you usually aced his assessments so its only natural for you to seek him out to find out the reason behind the big 'D' marked on the top of your paper and then you would find a way to boost this to at least a 'B'.

you had heard rumours before that he hardly gave out bad grades but when he did he would always allow his student to finish some tasks for extra credit.

nobody ever said what he asked them to do for him but all you know is that whenever they do their grade always gets boosted up depending on their completion of the tasks.

its said that some even go back to ask for more tasks even if their grade is perfect.

you were determined to not leave his office without changing your grade even if it meant doing unknown tasks.

in no time do you find yourself in front of his office door, with you papers ready for an explanation, knocking hastily. not even a second later do you hear him tell you to come in. you have no idea how it got to this.

one minute you're sitting across from him arguing about your grade and the next your papers are forgotten laying on top of the desk and you're sitting under his desk with his fist in your hair and his cock down your mouth.

you had no idea this was the kind of task he requested the student to do. never would the thought of sucking your professors cock, to get a better grade, have crossed your mind. let alone committing such a scandalous act in such a public setting much less.

such a studious pupil like you should feel ashamed at your actions, but the way he hoaxed you into believing this is the best thing that you could do to raise your grade leave shame as the last thing on your mind. all you want to focus on is making him feel good.

you're not even sure if this is allowed, but the second he rolled back in his chair and spread his legs beckoning you over to sit between his legs it was game over.

it would be a lie to say that you didnt find him attractive with his stoic attitude and firm build. it may have influenced your decision on agreeing to partaking in his more than improper tasks. had it have been any other professor you'd have reported them straight away.

"i didn't think it'd be this easy," he tilts your head back so that your staring up at him through you lashes with your glossy eyes just about visible to him.

there isn't much space under the desk so you're sitting on your knees, hands in your lap with your head sandwiched between his firm thighs ,that you're sure could crush you head with a slight twitch "i thought i'd have to do more to convince you"

his grip loosens for a second and he leans his head back against his chair but the second you attempt to swallow around his cock the hold is back.

"who would've thought little miss perfect would be such a perfect cock sucker" you feel his hand dragging you back off his cock with his eyes now closed.

"it cant be the first time you've done this," you'd try to shake your head but with his cock lodged down your throat as well as the minimal space all you're able to to is make a hum of disagreement as you partially look up at him.

"come on. don't lie to me, you don't want to be a bad girl do you?" the hold on your hair vanishes and moves forward to caress your face and you lean into the touch closing your eyes almost forgetting the position your in right now.

"ill have you know bad girls get punishments. you don't want that do you?" you're to lost in thought thinking about what punishment you would receive only to be snapped back into realty when you feel your cheek start to sting from where his hand connected with your face.

"don't tell me you've lost your ability to respond," his hands reach back into your hair with a loose grip "you've only been down here for a couple minutes yet you're already cockdrunk"

you have no words to respond, not that you could say them anyway, so you tilt your head down in shame trying to ignore his chuckles from above you.

"c'mon princess, no need to be embarrassed," he gently pulls your head back so he can see your eyes. "its like you were made to be the perfect sleeve for my cock"

maybe its the fact that he's the first male to show any sexual interest in you but you somewhat find some comfort in his words. at least someone is praising you even though it may not be for the most gracious thing.

he slowly starts to ease his cock out your mouth again pulling your head off ever so slowly before abruptly thrusting his cock down the back of your throat all he way to the hilt now using both hands to hold your head steady while he uses you for his pleasure.

its inevitable that you gag around his cock but he doesn't allow you any time to recuperate, instead he fucks into your mouth with vigour without so much as a care to how you're taking it.

you're struggling to breath with his erratic pace and you're starting to become light headed the longer he fucks your throat. its almost like torture for you but it seems to e the opposite for him.

the feeling of your throat jerking around him elicits deep groans from him as he chases his own pleasure using you as he pleases.

it comes to a point where your hair is dishevelled, face is a mess, tears streaking down dour face, and the lower half of your face coated in your saliva and his mess.

before you start to loose consciousness from lack of oxygen you have to frantically slap his thigh to alert him of your struggles. only then does he pull out completely letting get air but your too busy coughing and choking up all the pooled wetness that collected in your mouth.

you're only given a few seconds before his thumb in your mouth preventing you from closing it "you were doing so well s'shame you don't know how to breath properly," his free hand strokes his cock and you can see the slight glimmer from your saliva.

"next time i'll have to teach you how to control your breathing" upon hearing the prospect of a next time your distress falls to back of your mind.

your face is a few inches away from his cock and even though you just felt like you were dying with all your senses being overwhelmed with him all you want is for his cock to be back in your mouth.

you stare up up him and all you can think about is how your probably look like a hot mess while he still looks put together like that didn't just happen.

without his cock in your mouth there's no reason for your face to be in such a state but you make no move to adjust your appearance. "such a pretty cockslut you are"

an almost dumb smile rises on your face and a similar one is mimicked on his face. "if only i could keep you here forever" his thumb glides across your tongue, holding it open to the point where it starting to strain your jaw but you don't dare move.

"i'd have you warm my cock while i grade papers," your already imagining it in your head wondering if he'd let you do more than warm his cock "i bet you'd love that wouldn't you?" this might be the fastest you've nodded and it's almost enough to make you dizzy.

"of course you would. there's no need for a pretty little thing like you to be worried about exams. all you should think about is being here on my cock" you find yourself thoughtlessly agreeing with him, ignoring all the things that are wrong with what he said.

"well that can be a conversation for another day" he removes his thumb and uses his fingers to further smear the mess all over your face.

"for now how about we take care of this" he brings your attention to his neglected cock that standing proud against his stomach, leaking and dribbling down the underside of his cock.

without instruction you lay out your tongue for him not wanting to waste anymore time. "such a good girl you are. i don't even need to tell you what to do"

you close your eyes when his cock slaps down onto your tongue and focus on savouring his taste on your tongue while you still can.

he wastes no time with sliding his as much of his cock into your mouth as he can and slowly dragging it out. you would say that he's being more gentle if he didnt start driving his cock down your throat mere seconds later.

what you do know is that your taking it better than last time. you've somehow managed to learn how to open your throat so its not as hard on you.

"that's it. just keep being a good cocksleeve for me" the longer this drags on the more groans, curses, and praises leave his mouth.

your almost reaching the point where you're struggling to breath until you notice his thrusts start to loose rhythm and you feel his cock begin to pulse.

the final sign is his rushed spew of "fuckfuckfuck- that's it," now loosing speed his aim is to fit as much of his cock in your mouth as he can "just like that- fuck!"

what you don't expect is for him to push your head down and hold you there until he empties his load down your throat without warning. you can feel it failing down your throat but you're unable to swallow it properly.

only when he's sure he's emptied all his cum down your moth does he release his hold on you. "open up let me see" without question you follow his command sticking your tongue out for him to see inside your mouth, showing him the mess he created.

you had swallowed most of it so there's not much for him to see. his hand pets over your hair when he sees your mouth empty and you lean into his warmth. "you make the perfect cumdump, you took all of it without complaint"

his touch disappears but you're not bothered as much so you rest your head on your thigh peacefully content between his legs.

you hear some ruffling going on and the next time you open your eyes he's tucking back into his slacks. looking as put together as when you first walked in here.

there's a flash of a picture being taken and look up to see him setting his phone down on his desk. "it's just to keep as a memory of our fist time" you pose no argument so he doesn't say anything else. something cool touches your face and you recognise it as a wipe.

"wouldn't want you to leave hear looking like this," once you face is clean he works on mending your hair back to a presentable state "this is for me only" you can hear a slight hint of possessiveness in his tone and warms your insides.

once your appearance is decent enough he lets you up from your position and you find it a little painful to stand with your legs having gone numb from being in the cramped position for so long. he must notice your discomfort because he moves to massage your thighs to help ease the pain.

once you feel comfortable enough to walk you regretfully back away from his touch and make your way to leave his office.

your face drops when he doesn't say anything as your leaving until you hear him say "if you ever have any other questions about your grade or want more tasks feel free to come back anytime. my doors always open."

you don't respond and leave the room and if anyone sees you walk out with a stupid smile on your face they don't say anything. when you get an email about your remark your proud to see the top grade on your mark.

in class the both of you act as if nothing happened playing the perfect role of teacher and student, yet after class some have seen you follow him back into his office to 'consolidate your knowledge'.

who can blame you for going back to complete more 'tasks' the next time you hand in an assignment even though everyone knows you have a near perfect score.

© 𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐙𝐈𝐍 - 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭/ 𝐊.𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✰ taglist ✰ @leilalilox @keikokashi

[w4nderlust]

WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE SCARY MOVIE ?

a month of debauchery split into 5 weeks. 18+ only!

♱ — NOTE: welcome to my first-ever kinktober! brief warnings are provided below each of the fic links but specific ones are on the actual fic. this masterlist is subject to change ( adding more or removing some ) it just depends on how busy i am. all reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated.

♱ — 10/1

THE RED MEANS I LOVE YOU starring: EREN YEAGER

a prank phone call on halloween night isn’t out of the ordinary—it’s the handsome voice on the other line asking you weird questions that is. nonetheless playing into his ‘silly’ game, you fucked around and found out, real quick.

ghostface!eren, knife play, blood play, degradation, murder talk

♱ — 10/7

OFFICE HOURS starring: SUGURU GETO

there’s nothing wrong with taking advantage of your professor’s office hours to raise your grade.

age gap, teacher-student, spanking, cock warming

♱ — 10/8

PROFESSIONAL starring: NANAMI KENTO

desc wip.

double penetration, butt plug, spanking, semi-public

♱ — 10/14

FREAK NEXT DOOR starring: SUGURU GETO

suguru developed a crush on his pretty little neighbor. weeks of watching you from his window adjacent to yours, sneaking into your house when you’re sleeping and helplessly jacking off next to your body. it wasn’t adequate enough for him anymore, so he finally made his move.

stalking, fearplay, somonophilia, dubcon, dark obsession.

♱ — 10/22

CRYBABY starring: FUSHIGURO TOJI

desc wip.

dacryphilia, manhandling, daddy issues, major degradation, overstimulation

♱ — 10/28

HIDE N FUCK starring: SATORU GOJO

a drunk game of hide n seek ends up with you locked in the closet with satoru. what better way to keep you quiet and stop you two from being found than to shove his dick down your throat?

intoxicated sex, throat-fucking

♱ — 10/31

SHAMELESS starring: SATORU + SUGURU

satoru and suguru pay a visit to your club every thursday night. this regime was customary for weeks until it just wasn’t suitable anymore. instead of tipping you in cash, they did it in other ways.

threesome, stripper!reader, infidelity

♱ — EXTRA

HALLOWEEN NIGHT starring: JJK CHARACTERS

what the jjk characters dress up with you as for halloween and how they take it off by the end of the night.

• choso, megumi (sfw) nanami, satoru, suguru, sukuna, toji

[anantaru]

𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔’𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

hello my loves, i missed u 🫵🏻 if it's kinktober, I am more than delighted to go all out <3 I hope you enjoy it this year as well, thank you. ♡

𖧡 please note the following, some of those works may contain triggering content and kinks that might not be for you, do not click on something you aren't comfortable with, much love.

𖧡 links: main masterlist | ao3

𖧡 status: ongoing!

♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶ kinktober masterlist.

𖧡 important: the characters will be added on each day. + as last year, i will switch between headcanons but also whole written fics and so on. characters will vary each day.

𖧡 as i did last year, i will go with the flow and will add characters should I get a sudden idea or feel like they could fit there as well!

1. october ♰ size kink

genshin impact— capitano, wriothesley, zhongli, childe

honkai star rail— boothill, sunday

2. october ♰ power imbalance

genshin impact— neuvillette, diluc, ayato

honkai star rail— blade, jing yuan, aventurine

3. october ♰ lingerie

genshin impact— kazuha, scaramouche, kinich, alhaitham

honkai star rail— dan heng, moze

4. october ♰ body worship

genshin impact— xiao, heizou

honkai star rail— dr ratio, gallagher

5. october ♰ aphrodisiacs

genshin impact— venti, dottore, albedo

honkai star rail— gepard, luocha, jiaoqiu

6. october ♰ blow job, deepthroating

genshin impact— cyno, tighnari, sethos, kaveh

honkai star rail— welt, luka, sunday

7. october ♰ monsterfucking & dragon cock

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8. october ♰ doggy / ass lovers

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9. october ♰ threesome

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10. october ♰ dirty talk

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11. october ♰ breeding

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12. october ♰ cockwarming

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13. october ♰ biting/marking

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14. october ♰ yandere/corruption

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15. october ♰ pussy slapping

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16. october ♰ aftercare

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17. october ♰ virginity loss

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18. october ♰ overstimulation

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19. october ♰ daddy kink

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20. october ♰ dacryphilia

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21. october ♰ jealousy

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22. october ♰ mirror syx

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23. october ♰ squirting

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24. october ♰ brat taming

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25. october ♰ orgasm denial

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26. october ♰ innocence syx

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27. october ♰ drunk syx

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28. october ♰ face sitting

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29. october ♰ nipple play

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30. october ♰ hate syx

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31. october ♰ dom / man handling

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1. bonus ♰ LOCKED

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2. bonus ♰ LOCKED

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3. bonus ♰ LOCKED

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©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[otkuhotgirl]

─────── 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 !

# featuring one piece.

behold, my master(one)piece — got it? check out my kinktober schedule for the incoming month!

⎰ & containing PWP. NSFW at its finest. DARK CONTENT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

❪ ˙˖ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 .

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏 — breast worship | praise kink | lactation with black-leg sanji.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐 — cock worship | deepthroating with roronoa zoro.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑 — medical play | glove kink with trafalgar water d. law.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟒 — food play | overstimulation | cunnilingus with monkey d. luffy.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟓 — temperature play with portgas d. ace.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟔 — dacryphilia | orgasm denial with eustass kid.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟕 — lingerie | mirror sex | body worship with nico robin.

❪ ˙˖ 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 — prompts for requests!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟖 — threesome | sensation play with black-leg sanji & roronoa zoro!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟗 — tights | begging | boot worship with smoker!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟎 — strip-tease | lap dance with akagami no shanks!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟏 — choking | hate sex with trafalgar water d. law!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟐 — corruption | aphrodisiacs | edging with roronoa zoro!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟑 — zelophilia | humiliation with donquixote doflamingo!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟒 — breeding kink | cockwarming with eustass kid!

❪ ˙˖ 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 .

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟐 — pegging | strap-on with black-leg sanji.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟑 — shibari | power imbalance with donquixote doflamingo.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟒 — period sex | blood-play with trafalgar water d. law.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟓 — marking | shotgunning with sir. crocodile.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟔 — office sex | almost getting caught with smoker.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟕 — public | dry-humping | finger-sucking with flame emperor sabo.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟖 — sea-sex | mermaid with akagami no shanks.

❪ ˙˖ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 .

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟗 — size kink | creampie | first time with charlotte katakuri.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑𝟎 — threesome | squirting | fingering | sixty-nine with nico robin & nami.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑𝟏 — WILDCARD!

[beautysamour]

Dick Grayson X Overstimulation ! something where Dick is jealous or a little angry because the protagonist doesn't care about herself Dick is an Overprotective boyfriend

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐: 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

— 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

“Di—ick,” you squeeze your eyes shut as you start to recover from your orgasm. The bed squeaks in sync with his cock hitting that weak spot inside your pussy.

“Oh, now the pretty girl calls out my name yeah? Fuck—,” he tries to keep his head up as you clench around his cock, “What happened to the other guy, huh?” He shuts his eyes, his dick twitching inside of you as a wet moan leaves your throat.

“He—he doesn’t matter! I wa—hah—was just teasing you,” you arch your back into him, fingers gripping onto the bedsheets as you start to remember how every vein on his cock feels.

He laughs, lowering himself so his torso meets your arched body. He watches the way your face contorts—it’s not enough.

“Ba—baby, I’m clo—!,” your eyes roll to the back of your head, the sound of his balls hitting your ass ringing through your ears, “Oh my…fuck.”

You moan as your knees get pushed to your chest, your boyfriends deeper thrusts causing your heart to stutter, “Dick, Dick—hah, baby, that feels good, that feels soooo—“

“I know, I know,” he smiled sadistically as he watched your eyes cross, he kissed the sides of your ankles as he flicked your nub—what a beautiful sight you were.

Suddenly your body stiffened, “Dick—Dick—! Dick, I’m—cumming!”

He chuckled at the way you gripped onto the bedsheets, as if you would never come back down from cloud nine if you hadn’t. His eyes glimmered with lust as he watched your cum splutter everywhere.

He waits for your eyes to open, waits for you to look at him—“Fuck, baby,” his eyes shut as he feels his cock twitch while your pussy spasms around him. His head drops, his grip on your ankles tightening as his cum mix with yours.

You fight back a moan as you watch him cum, the sight of him reaching his peak making your pussy clench, “You’re so hot.”

He chuckles, eyes still closed as he starts to lower your legs, “Even more than that guy?”

A cocky smirk forms on his face as you try to answer but get cut off by a moan—a moan that he’s responsible for, not that other guy.

“I already told you—,” you choke on your breath as Dick starts to slowly thrust into you again, “—he doesn’t mat—ter to me.”

Wincing as Dick hits your g—spot, you muster all the strength you could, which isn’t much right now, to wrap your legs around his waist, “Only yo—you matter.”

Dick snorts as you look at him through watery eyes, he makes sure to brush his finger against your nub as he hits your sweet spot. He leans down, pressing a kiss on your stomach and leaving a trail as he reaches your neck, “Figured that no one else can make you feel this good?”

The bed squeaks as he moves his hips, you secure your grip around his waist.

“A-also because I lo—love you,” your head tilts back against the pillow as the feeling of pleasure gets mixed in with pain as your pussy twitches around his dick for the nth time.

He pauses for a second at hearing those words—just for a second before his composure comes back—and tears start to fill your vision as your g—spot gets overwhelmed, “I love you too, baby, but,” his hand travels from your pussy to your stomach, and he pushes down locating his cock.

“I need you to forget him, and we have all night for that.”

[fvsm4x]

S1 E8 — ☆ S(CREAM)

pairing. Toji fushiguro x reader

Toji Fushiguro has taken on the Ghostface persona, and he's got his next target in sight. They receive unsettling phone calls, teasing them about their every move.

cw. ghostface! toji f. x female reader, phonesex, dirty talk, stalking, masturbation, fingering, 18+, mdni, kinda nasty idk, nsfw, i forgot how to write smut, wc. 5k

tagging. @sadmonke @collectionofdolls @1t4d0r1 @glazedtear @madamechrissy

kinktober — jjk mlist

The soft click of your shoes against the pavement echoed down the quiet street as you made your way home from work, the cool night air brushing against your skin. You pull your jacket a little tighter around yourself, lost in your thoughts. It had been a long day at the office, one filled with endless emails, missed deadlines, and an obnoxiously long meeting that seemed like it would never end. Your feet ache, your shoulders feel stiff, and all you can think about is getting home, slipping into something comfortable, and maybe having a quiet night to yourself.

The walk from work was something you usually enjoyed. It gave you time to unwind, the steady rhythm of your footsteps soothing after the chaos of the day. The streets are almost deserted now, the city winding down as the sky deepens into the navy of early night. You pass the same café on the corner, its lights dim, the usual crowd inside reduced to a couple sitting by the window. Your regular path was so familiar it had become second nature—left turn at the florist, then straight for three blocks before you reached your apartment building.

Your phone buzzes with a text, and you glance down briefly, half-expecting it to be a colleague asking about some report or project. But it’s not. Just a random notification. You sigh, slipping the phone back into your pocket.

Finally, you turn onto your street, the comforting sight of your apartment building just up ahead. The dim, yellow glow of the streetlights bathes the area in a soft haze, and you feel a small wave of relief wash over you. Home.

You reach the door to your building, your keys jingling as you pull them from your bag. The lock clicks open, and you step inside the familiar hallway, the faint scent of floor cleaner lingering in the air. The quiet hum of the elevator welcomes you as you hit the button for your floor, the gentle whirring sound filling the silence as you lean back against the wall, allowing yourself a moment to just breathe.

The doors slide open with a soft ding, and you step out, heading down the narrow hallway toward your apartment. The keys feel heavier in your hand as you unlock the door, pushing it open and stepping into the warmth of your living space. You let out a long sigh, kicking off your shoes near the entrance and tossing your jacket over the back of a chair.

It’s good to be home.

You flick on the kitchen light, casting the small space in a warm glow. The apartment is quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator. You move with the ease of routine, opening a cabinet to pull out a pot and setting it on the stove. A quick glance in the fridge tells you all you need to know: there’s nothing fancy to cook tonight, so pasta it is.

As you fill the pot with water and set it to boil, you slip out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable—an oversized shirt and soft shorts that make you feel instantly more relaxed. The stress of the day begins to melt away as the water heats up on the stove, and you hum softly to yourself, moving about the kitchen.

The pasta is quick, something simple to satisfy your hunger. You stir the pot absentmindedly, glancing at the time. The quiet ticking of the clock fills the room as you lean against the counter, checking your phone again—nothing new. Your coworkers have gone quiet for the night, and the world outside your apartment feels distant, almost peaceful.

Once the pasta is done, you drain it, mixing in a quick sauce. You settle down at the small table in your living room, twirling the fork absentmindedly in your hand as you scroll through your phone, skimming headlines and half-reading a few messages. It’s a simple, ordinary evening.

Halfway through your meal, the phone rings.

You pause, looking down at the device in your hand. It’s late. Who could be calling? The number flashing on the screen is unfamiliar, a long string of digits that makes you hesitate before answering. You swallow the bite of pasta, wiping your hands quickly before swiping to pick up the call.

You glance at the screen. Unknown number.

With a sigh, you answer. “Hello?”

There’s a brief, unsettling silence on the other end. You’re about to hang up when a voice finally speaks, low and smooth, with a hint of amusement. “Do you like scary movies?”

Your brow furrows, and you can’t help but let out a nervous laugh. A prank call? Really? “What?”

“Scary movies,” the voice repeats, slow and deliberate. “You got a favorite?”

You pause, feeling a flicker of unease. “Uh… I guess. Who is this?”

The voice chuckles softly, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “Let’s not worry about that. Just answer the question. Halloween, maybe? Or Scream? You strike me as someone who likes the classics.”

Your stomach knots, that unease building. “Look, if this is some kind of joke, I’m not—”

“I’m not joking,” the voice interrupts smoothly, an edge creeping into his tone. “Humor me. Do you have a favorite? Or do you get too scared to even watch?”

You swallow, standing up from the couch as your nerves start to catch up with you. “Yeah, sure. Halloween, I guess,” you mutter, glancing around the apartment. You move to the window, pulling the curtain closed, feeling strangely exposed.

“Mmm, a good choice,” the voice replies, almost approving. “Michael Myers… a man who knows how to hunt. He likes to watch his prey. Stalk them. Toy with them.”

A chill runs down your spine. You grip the phone tighter, the knot of anxiety in your stomach tightening. “Who the hell are you?” you demand, moving away from the window.

Another soft chuckle, darker this time. “That’s not the question you should be asking,” the voice says, lowering to a near-whisper. “What you should be asking is… where am I?”

Your blood runs cold, and you glance around the apartment again, eyes scanning every shadowed corner, every doorway. “What do you want?” you snap, trying to sound braver than you feel.

“I want to play a game,” the voice answers, playful now. “I ask a question, you answer. If you get it right, nothing happens. But if you get it wrong… well, let’s just say, things will get interesting.”

“Are you kidding me?” you say, panic rising in your chest. “This isn’t funny. I’m calling the police.”

“Call them,” the voice purrs, unfazed. “But by the time they get there, you’ll already be mine. Let’s see how smart you are, hmm?” He pauses, the tension thickening before he continues. “Am I outside… or already inside?”

Your breath catches. You glance toward the door, the windows, your bedroom—any place someone could be hiding. The silence in your apartment feels suffocating, every shadow threatening to come alive.

“You’re… outside,” you say, voice trembling, praying it’s true.

The voice lets out a low, dark laugh. “Wrong.”

Your heart leaps into your throat as the line goes dead. You stand frozen, staring at the phone, your mind racing. Is he here? Is someone really inside your apartment?

Before you can react, you hear it—a faint knock, soft but unmistakable, coming from somewhere deeper inside the apartment. Your stomach drops, every instinct screaming at you to run, but your feet stay rooted to the floor.

Then, the phone rings again.

Your shaking hand hovers over it before you answer, dreading what comes next.

“Miss me already?” the voice teases, his tone darker now, more intimate. “I think it’s time we get to know each other finally. I’ve been watching you for so long, and I’ve got to say… you’ve been driving me wild.”

You swallow, the bile rising in your throat.

“Those cute little outfits you wear around the house, thinking you’re all alone,” he continues, his voice thick with perverted glee. “Do you even know how many times I’ve thought about what I’d do to you if I got my hands on you?”

Your breath hitches, and you grip the phone so hard your knuckles whiten.

“I bet you like it,” he whispers. “Knowing someone’s watching you, fantasizing about every inch of you. You wouldn’t be able to stop me if I came over right now, would you?”

Your pulse races, disgust and terror warring inside you.

“I can see it,” he goes on, voice lowering to a dangerous growl. “You want it. You’re scared, but it’s turning you on, isn’t it? You’d let me inside if I asked nicely.”

The line clicks dead again, leaving you trembling in the oppressive silence, every part of you screaming that you’re no longer alone.

You stand there, gripping the phone like it’s a lifeline, your heart pounding so loudly in your chest it drowns out everything else. The silence in the apartment is suffocating, every creak of the floorboards and rustle of fabric suddenly amplified in the stillness.

Before you can even begin to process what to do next, the phone rings again. The same unknown number.

Your hand trembles as you answer, and before you can speak, his voice cuts through the line, smooth and teasing.

“You know, you didn’t even check all the rooms yet. ”

A chill creeps up your spine, and your eyes dart to the hallway leading to your bedroom. The door is slightly ajar, just like before, and now every inch of your skin feels too tight, too vulnerable.

“Why are you doing this?” you manage to whisper, hating the way your voice trembles.

“Because you’re fun to play with,” he replies, his voice dark and indulgent. “The way you’re so tense, so nervous… I can practically hear your heart racing through the phone. You’re scared, aren’t you?”

You swallow hard, every instinct screaming at you to hang up, to run, but you’re frozen, unable to tear yourself away from the phone.

“I bet you’re wondering if I can see you right now,” he continues, his voice dropping lower, more intimate. “I can, by the way. That shirt you’re wearing? A little loose, don’t you think? It slips down your shoulder just enough for me to imagine all sorts of things.”

You glance down at yourself, pulling your oversized shirt tighter around you, feeling exposed in ways you hadn’t before. The way he speaks feels so invasive, as if his eyes are crawling over you, violating you with nothing but his words.

“I’ve seen you like this before, you know,” he goes on, his tone turning almost playful, as if he’s enjoying your discomfort.

Your breath hitches, the tension unbearable as you feel like he’s lurking in every shadow, every dark corner of your home.

“I bet you’re wondering what I’d do if I were there right now,” he purrs, his voice dripping with perverse excitement. “I could just watch for a little longer, or I could tease you a bit more. Maybe whisper in your ear while you’re curled up in bed, thinking you’re all alone.”

The mental image sends a shiver down your spine, your body tensing as you imagine him closer than ever, hovering just out of sight, waiting for the right moment to strike.

“But I like this better,” he adds, his voice dipping into something darker, more seductive. “I like knowing you’re trembling on the other side of this call, knowing I’ve got you wrapped around my finger with just a few words. I don’t even need to touch you to get inside your head, do I?”

You choke on your breath, every inch of you bristling with fear and disgust. His words are like poison, seeping into your thoughts, making it harder to think straight.

“I could make you beg, you know,” he says, almost casually, like he’s stating a simple fact. “You’d fight it at first, try to act tough. But eventually, you’d give in. You’d want it—want me. It’s only a matter of time.”

Your grip tightens on the phone, your breathing uneven as you press your back against the wall, trying to put as much space between you and the dark corners of your apartment as possible. But no matter how far you move, it feels like he’s still there, watching, waiting.

“You’ll think about me tonight,” he whispers, the words slithering through the phone. “When you crawl into bed and turn off the lights, you’ll wonder if I’m watching you. If I’m already inside, just waiting for the right moment to make myself known.”

You swallow hard, your throat dry, and the silence on your end only seems to spur him on.

“And when you start to feel a little too warm, a little too tense, you’ll imagine what it’d be like if I were there. What my hands would feel like on you, what it would be like if I whispered in your ear, telling you all the filthy things I’d do.”

You shut your eyes tight, trying to block out the images his words conjure, but it’s impossible. His voice is too smooth, too confident, like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“You might even start to like it,” he teases, his tone growing more wicked. “The idea of being watched, being hunted. Of having someone who’s always just a step behind you, waiting to catch you when you least expect it. Maybe you’d even start to crave it.”

You stand there, gripping the phone tightly, heart racing. The silence in the apartment feels like a thick blanket, suffocating, as if you’re trapped in a nightmare you can’t escape. But he’s still there, his voice sliding back into your ear, smooth and taunting.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, a hint of mockery lacing his words. “You could just hang up, you know. But I don’t think you will. You’re too curious, aren’t you? Deep down, you want to know how this ends.”

You shake your head, trying to push the heat of fear away, even as it clings to you. “I don’t want anything to do with this!” you insist, though your voice wavers.

“Really?” he replies, the tone of amusement in his voice clear. “Because I can hear it in your voice. You’re scared, yes, but there’s something else too. A thrill, maybe? The way your heart races when I talk to you… it’s intoxicating, isn’t it?”

You open your mouth to respond, but the words get caught in your throat. It’s infuriating how he can read you so easily, how he twists your emotions like a puppet on a string.

“I know you’re imagining it,” he continues, his voice low and seductive. “What it would be like to have me in your space, the way my presence would change everything. Just think about it… how vulnerable you’d be, how exciting it would feel.”

You bite your lip, trying to fight against the rush of sensations his words provoke. “You think you can intimidate me with your words? You don’t scare me,” you say, forcing bravado into your voice.

His laughter is low and mocking. “Oh, sweet girl, you’re adorable. But I think you know the truth. I can see right through your little act. It’s cute, really. You want to be brave, but your voice trembles just enough to betray you.”

Your skin prickles as you feel the heat rise in your cheeks. “Stop it,” you whisper, but it comes out almost pleading.

“Stop? Why would I do that when you’re so much fun to talk to?” he replies, voice silky smooth. “You’re just one big bundle of nerves, waiting for something to break. I can’t resist. I want to know how far I can push you. What’s going through that pretty little head of yours right now?”

You hesitate, caught off guard. The question hangs in the air, heavy with implication. What do you say? That you’re terrified? That his words send shivers down your spine, igniting a fire in you that you didn’t know existed?

“I can imagine the way you’d squirm under my gaze, knowing I’m only a breath away. I’d take my time, tease you until you begged me for it.”

Your breath hitches at the imagery, and you clench your fists, trying to regain control over your body and your thoughts. “You’re sick,” you manage to say, but even you can hear the uncertainty in your voice.

“Am I?” he muses, feigning innocence. “Or am I simply more in touch with your desires than you are? You want to feel alive, don’t you? The thrill of danger mixed with something darker? It’s the ultimate rush.”

You feel the heat of embarrassment flooding your face, and you fight to hold on to your composure. “This isn’t a game,” you say, though it sounds weak even to your own ears.

“Of course, it is. It’s always a game,” he replies, the playful lilt in his voice sending shivers down your spine. “And I play to win. Right now, you’re just a player trying to hide your cards, but I see them all. The way you bite your lip, the way your breath quickens… I can practically taste your fear mixed with excitement.”

“Shut up,” you snap, trying to sound fierce, but it only makes him laugh again, that low, rich sound that makes your stomach churn.

“Why would I do that? We’re having so much fun,” he teases. “But let’s talk about you. What do you really want? Do you want me to stop? Or do you want to know what I’d do if I had you right here? No escape, just you and me.”

Your heart races as his words wash over you, igniting something deep inside you that you can’t quite put a name to. You want to run, to hide, but at the same time, there’s a dark curiosity pulling you in, urging you to explore the depths of this twisted conversation.

“I… I don’t want anything from you,” you say weakly, even as you can feel the truth lying just beneath the surface.

“Liar,” he counters, the smirk evident in his voice. “You’re completely captivated. Just imagine the thrill of giving in, letting go of all your inhibitions. How good it would feel to surrender to the fear and the excitement, to let me take control. I know you want it, and I can show you just how fun it can be.”

His words hang in the air, heavy and charged with an energy that feels electric. You feel torn between fear and the undeniable allure of his temptation, caught in a web of your own making.

“Just think about it,” he murmurs, voice dripping with seduction. “What would you do if I was right behind you? Whispering all those nasty things in your ear while you lay there, completely at my mercy. Would you fight me, or would you let go? Would you beg for more?”

Your heart races at the thought, and you grip the phone tighter, desperately trying to maintain some semblance of control. You can’t let him see how much he’s getting to you, how easily he’s breaching your defenses.

“I’m not afraid of you,” you declare, though your voice is shaky.

“Of course, you are,” he replies, that teasing tone never leaving his voice. “And I’m going to enjoy every moment of breaking you down, layer by layer, until you’re begging for my touch. Until you’re mine.”

The words settle like a weight in the air between you, and you can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t just a game anymore. There’s something darker at play, and as he continues to weave his words around you, you realize you’re not just scared—you’re hooked.

„You’re wondering what it would be like, aren’t you? What it would feel like if I touched you… right now.” he murmurs

Your breath catches, and you curse yourself silently for how quickly the idea takes root in your mind. He’s nowhere near you, you remind yourself, but the images flash through your thoughts anyway—what his hands would feel like on you, the way his voice would sound in your ear, soft and cruel at the same time.

“I can picture it,” he says, voice low, teasing, drawing you in. “You sitting there, trying to act tough, but you‘re already thinking about it. I know you are.”

Your eyes flutter shut for a moment, the tension unbearable, and you find yourself shifting slightly, the fabric of your clothes brushing against your skin in a way that feels… wrong, yet strangely electric.

“Go on,” he whispers, his tone wrapping around you like a command. “No one’s watching but me. I want to hear you. I want to know what you do when you think no one’s paying attention. Let me guide you.”

You swallow hard, the heat rising in your cheeks, your pulse quickening. You shouldn’t. Every part of you knows this is wrong, twisted. But his voice is so convincing, so smooth, like a constant pull at the back of your mind.

“You’re already feeling it, aren’t you?” he continues, that mocking lilt in his voice never wavering. “That heat pooling in your stomach, spreading lower. It’d feel good to give in, wouldn’t it? To just… touch yourself. You’re already thinking about it. Why not go a little further?”

Your fingers twitch, the suggestion creeping in as your body betrays you. A part of you hates him for how easily he’s gotten under your skin, for how the thought alone has your body reacting without permission.

“I bet you’re so tense right now,” he says, and you can practically hear the smile in his voice. “Just aching for relief. You want to fight it, but I can hear the hesitation. Why fight it when you can feel good?”

You let out a shaky breath, your hand hovering at the hem of your shirt, indecision gnawing at you. The fear still grips you, but there’s something else there too—a twisted curiosity. You want to prove him wrong, to show him you’re stronger than this, but the tension is too thick, too overwhelming.

“I’m right here with you,” he whispers. “I’ll guide you. Slowly, now. Run your fingers over your skin. Feel how warm you are. Just start at your stomach.”

Your breath comes faster, and despite everything, your hand moves of its own accord, fingers lightly brushing over your stomach, feeling the heat radiating from your skin. The simple act, under his coaxing, feels like crossing a line you didn’t even know existed.

“Good girl,” he purrs, his voice thick with approval. “See? It’s not so hard, is it? Now go a little lower. Don’t rush it. Let yourself feel everything.”

The moment stretches long and heavy, thick with the weight of his voice and the growing heat in your body. Your fingers hesitate at the waistband of your pants, nerves battling with desire, but the way he speaks to you—so sure, so certain—leaves little room for doubt. You feel a pull, an urge to obey, even though every logical part of you screams to stop.

"That's it," he murmurs, a low, approving hum. "You're already giving in, aren't you? I can practically feel the way your body is reacting. You’re tense, aching for it."

Your breath comes faster, shallow and ragged. His voice is like a current dragging you under, luring you into dangerous waters where resistance feels impossible. Slowly, almost unwillingly, your fingers dip beneath the waistband of your pants, the fabric of your clothes shifting against your skin, making every nerve stand on end. The warmth of your hand feels like a shock as you brush lightly over the soft skin of your abdomen, your pulse quickening.

"Good girl," he purrs, and the words hit you with a force that sends a shiver down your spine. "You’re doing so well. Now, don’t rush it. Feel everything. I want you to take your time with this."

Your hand moves lower, grazing the skin just above your hips, and you can’t help the way your body tenses in response. The tension between what you know is wrong and the primal urge building inside of you twists painfully in your stomach. Yet the further your fingers drift, the more the sensations seem to take over, drowning out everything but the heat pooling inside you.

"Let yourself enjoy it," he continues, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Imagine it’s my hand instead of yours, teasing you, touching you just enough to drive you mad. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Having no control, just feeling everything I want you to feel."

Your breath catches, and without thinking, you press your legs together, trying to ease the tension building between your thighs. Your fingers brush against the edge of your underwear, and the touch sends a jolt of electricity through you. His voice is the only thing grounding you now, guiding your every move.

"Lower," he instructs softly, the authority in his tone undeniable. "Touch yourself where you need it most. You’ve been holding back, haven’t you? So pent up, so desperate for relief. You don’t have to hold back anymore. Just give in to me."

Your body reacts on instinct, your fingers sliding lower, grazing over the dampness that’s already formed between your legs. The sensation is almost too much, your back arching slightly as a low whimper escapes your lips. His laughter on the other end of the line is quiet but smug, as if he knew all along you’d break.

"That’s it," he whispers, voice like silk. "You’re already so wet for me, aren’t you? I knew you would be. I can hear it in the way you breathe, the way your body can’t help but react to me. Keep going."

Your fingers circle slowly, teasing yourself just as he instructed, and the slow build of pleasure makes it hard to think straight. You bite down on your lip, trying to stifle the sounds rising in your throat, but his voice makes it impossible to stay composed.

"Don’t be shy," he teases, and you can hear the wicked grin in his words. "I want to hear you. I want to know how good it feels. You can’t hide from me. I know exactly what you’re doing, how you’re touching yourself right now."

Your hand moves faster, instinctively seeking more, the heat inside you growing unbearable. Your breath comes out in soft, ragged gasps, each one betraying how close you are to the edge. The friction beneath your fingers is maddening, every touch sending waves of pleasure through your body that make you dizzy.

"Imagine it’s me," he says again, his voice lower, darker. "My fingers instead of yours. How gentle I’d be at first, just enough to drive you crazy. Then I’d go harder, make you beg for it. You’d love it. I know you would."

The image flashes in your mind unbidden, his hands on you instead, the weight of his presence pressing down on you. It sends a fresh wave of heat coursing through you, and without thinking, your hips roll against your hand, chasing the sensation, desperate for more.

"Tell me," he demands softly, his voice tightening with desire. "Tell me how good it feels. I want to hear you say it."

A soft moan escapes your lips before you can stop it, and the sound of it seems to embolden him, his tone growing even more possessive, more commanding.

"That’s my girl," he purrs, and you can almost feel the satisfaction radiating from him. "I knew you couldn’t resist. I knew I’d break you down. Now don’t stop. Keep touching yourself. I want to hear you come for me."

Your body is on fire now, every touch, every movement bringing you closer to the edge. You can barely focus, your mind clouded with need, with the image of him watching you, controlling you with just his voice. Your hand moves faster, the tension inside you building with every second, and the sounds that escape you are louder now, harder to contain.

"That’s it," he murmurs, his voice smooth and inviting, wrapping around you like a warm blanket. "You’re so close now. I can hear it in your breaths, the way they’re coming faster, more frantic. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? Just let go. I want to hear you scream."

You breathe out, the air catching in your throat, your mind hazy with desire. “w-whatchya name..?” you manage to stammer, your voice barely a whisper, thick with tension.

Silence stretches on the line, an agonizing pause that only heightens the anticipation building inside you. His absence of an answer sends a shiver down your spine, and the tension swells, igniting the heat pooling deep within you.

Then, suddenly, his voice cuts through the haze, low and teasing. "All you need to know is how to give in to me."

Your breath hitches, your body responding to his words in ways you can’t fully comprehend. Each syllable draws you closer, igniting a fire that threatens to consume you entirely. The pleasure has reached a fever pitch now, your heart racing in time with your gasping breaths, and you can feel the inevitable tide of release crashing closer, threatening to overwhelm you.

You try to hold on, to fight against the surge, but your body betrays you. With a final, desperate gasp, you let go. The waves of pleasure hit you like a freight train, crashing over you with an intensity that leaves you breathless. Your muscles tighten, the sensations rolling through you in rhythmic pulses that seem to blur the line between reality and fantasy. You gasp for air, your head spinning as each wave leaves you more vulnerable than the last.

Your hand slows, trembling against your skin, the aftershocks of ecstasy radiating through your body. Even as you come down from your high, his voice remains, soft and satisfied on the other end of the line, grounding you even as your mind is still swirling.

He lets out a quiet, almost playful laugh. "It’s Toji, sweetheart. The one that always leaves Coffee at your table."

© fvsm4x 2023/4 : do not translate, plagiarise or steal my work.

[heechwe]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 '𝟐𝟒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟒/𝟓 | 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 + 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

୨୧ pairing: jeon wonwoo x fem!reader ୨୧ word count: 450+ ୨୧ genre: smut ୨୧ tags: established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie, cum stuffing

“Woo, it’s too much,” you mewl, the aftershocks of your orgasm still making your legs shake as your boyfriend plows deeper inside you. Your body could fall over from your position on top of him, if it weren’t for his hands on you to make sure you stay upright.

Before you came, the feeling of his cock inside of your gummy walls spreading you open and fucking you senseless was all you wanted. Now, Wonwoo still has to reach his end and is making a show of it. He grips your hips tighter and harder, knowing you’re not going to be released from his embrace until he paints your insides white.

Just like he wants, you think to yourself.

It’s too easy to get lost in the pleasure of his touch, in spite of your body trying to resist his continued ministrations. It tells you his actions are beyond your limits, and you physically cannot take anymore.

But no matter what your body feels or your words say, you both know it’s never enough for either of you, but especially him. And he may push you into another orgasm in the process.

”Not yet, my love.” He grunts, gripping the skin of your ass as he moves your hips against him. You’re practically letting him rattle you around until he meets his end, his own personal doll to play with for hours on end. “Fuck, I can’t wait to come inside of you.”

“Fill me up, please,” you gasp, a particularly deep piece of you being kissed by Wonwoo’s tip. His dick curves in all the right spots, and you contemplate if there’s anything left of you to give that he hasn’t already claimed as his.

”You want that, don’t you? So stuffed with my cock you’ll feel me for days. Maybe even get you swollen and pregnant, huh?” He moans, his voice hanging by a thread from pleasure. “Would you like that baby?”

”Yes, yes, yes,” you nod hastily, your brain late to process his words as you orgasm for a second time. Maybe getting pregnant at this moment wouldn’t be too bad.

The thought clearly spurs Wonwoo on, his hips thrusting faster and deeper from under you. His eyes roll back into his head, his body as helpless as yours from the desire swirling inside of him. With a final curse dangling on his tongue, his body stills and the warmth of his release shoots through you.

He stills, relishing in the feeling of his body being emptied of his seed but keeps all he can inside of you completely, not wanting a drop to spill out. He smiles to himself, the thought of his dirtiest fantasy coming to fruition one day.

One day, he thinks. Maybe sooner rather than later.

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[kaidabakugou]

𖤐 OCTOBER 7TH | "PLAYING WITH FIRE" 𖤐

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑! 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

♱ — 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴛᴇʀᴍꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟꜱ | ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴꜱ | ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ | ɪɴᴊᴜʀɪᴇꜱ | ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ/ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴋɪɴᴋ | ᴘᴜʙᴇꜱ | ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ | ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ | ꜱᴘɪᴛ | ɴɪᴘᴘʟᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ | ʜɪɴᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴏʀꜱʜɪᴘ | ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx | ꜱᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴋɪɴᴋ | ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ | ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ | ʜᴇᴀᴛꜱ | ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ | ᴋɴᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ | ᴋɪʀɪʙᴀᴋᴜ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ | ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ꜱᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ | ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴋɪʀɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ

♱ — 𝐖𝐂: 6.4ᴋ

♱ — 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: ᴇᴇᴇ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ!! ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟɪᴇꜱ!! ꜱᴏ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪᴄᴋ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴏᴏᴋʏ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʏꜱᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ!!♡

𝕹𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖞 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖆 𝖆𝖌𝖔,

𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙.

The taste of ash weights heavy on your tongue when you descend through the clouds towards the glare of fire below. The heat from the smoke prickling at your skin causes you to tighten your grip around the black spikes on Kirishima's back where you sat atop the crimson dragon as he rushes towards the commotion below, massive leathery wings tucking close to his large body - far too large for a juvenile like himself as his shadow swallows the night sky behind him when you emerge from the sea of smoke revealing the magnitude of destruction the town has suffered in mere moments. Streets that were once booming with vendors and some of the finest establishments you could find this far south of the kingdom, now nothing but ruins that further crumble under the weight of the wind from the red dragon’s wings as you continue to hurry towards the source that caused such calamity.

You'd traveled from the west with Bakugou, the dragon prince, and his dragon Kirishima, the Crimson Dread, under the orders of the king to deal with the issue of a fiery dragon that's been rumored to have gone rogue and has been terrorizing the southern towns at night. Upon your arrival the immensity of the situation was evident when the ancient bridges that connected to the neighboring towns were demolished for the river below to swallow, something only the great scaled beasts could manage, leaving the southerners to result in new measures and travel by boat.

It was only your second night in the town when you were setting up the fire place in your inn with Kirishima whilst you waited for Bakugou who ventured into the other side of town in search of something to cook for the three of you for the night, when the thunderous sound of an explosion in the distance alerted you. Rushing to the open area of the plaza where Kirishima could shift without causing damages to the housing nearby as you quickly mounted the dragon and headed towards the commotion. The orange glow of fire blazing in the horizon only feeding the worry that sat heavy on your chests knowing Bakugou was near that area of town, and now as you fly through the core of where the beast continues to wreak havoc, you could only pray to the gods above that he was okay.

A piercing roar ahead pulls you from your thoughts as it collides with the crackling sounds of Bakugou’s explosive magic followed by the clashing of steel from his dual swords. The silhouette of the onyx dragon comes into view amidst a pit of fire, your eyes frantically searching for your prince as you spot him beneath one of the beast's hind legs trying to wriggle out from between its three prehensile talon-tipped toes that hold him captive as the chest of the dragon begins to glow a deep orange hue, preparing to spew a stream of deadly fire upon him that was sure to leave a flaming crater in its wake from the force - one that not even Bakugou’s fire resistance could survive.

Swallowing the vile lump that builds in your throat at the thought, you lean forward against Kirishima’s back, the rough scales of the dragon’s armor brushing along your palm when you reach for the large spikes of his torso. The ones that prepare him to attack once you give him the command, but just as you take a sharp inhale to give him the order you're interrupted by the rumbling of snake-like hisses building up a thunderous roar as Kirishima leaps towards his opponent.

Catching the attention of the onyx dragon as he directs his fire towards you, but the Crimson Dread is not only known for his size, but also for his abnormal speed and agility that was rare for a beast of such calamity as he quickly rises to flash his hind legs. Sharp claws locking onto the beast’s neck, pinning him down as the horrid screeching of both dragons clashes together - one from anguish in a desperate attempt to be released and the other from a raging hunger for blood as Kirishima's claws pierce through the black scales, slashing the dragon’s throat open causing it to wriggle beneath him as it chokes in its fiery blood. But the red beast remains unsatisfied as he leans down to grasp the head of his victim in between his dreadful maw before tearing it from its body and tossing it into the fiery pits of its own creation followed by a victorious roar that seems to further agitate the flames that surround you.

You press your palm to his scales in an attempt to calm him despite how taken aback you were from his actions for he has never acted on his own without his rider’s orders regardless of the ravenous creature he was. Gently caressing his heated scales whilst you coo down at him as his snarls slowly shift into low rumbles under your touch when your soft voice reaches his ears between haggard breaths. Shaking his head with a final blow of smoke through his nostrils as his scales shudder from head to tail until he returns your pets with a content purr, letting you know he's calmed down before directing your attention towards Bakugou who was already climbing up the dragon’s side to join you on his back. Unharmed, lest a few scratches that oozed with blood yet nothing you couldn't heal later with your magic.

“All good?”, bare chest pressing against your back as he leans forward to press his palm to the crimson scales alongside yours as you look over to your side where his head rests on your shoulder. Only answering with a nod when your eyes meet his vermilion ones, not all there as he looks lost in thought before your gently nudge him with your elbow as they focus on you again, sharing the same concern for your dragon but nothing to fret about right now considering the long night you've all had as you feel him relax against you before signaling Kirishima again. Taking to the skies once more as you fly back into town for the night since you couldn't do anything else for now until the fires die out with morning come.

The ache in your muscles melts away as you sink deeper into the hot springs, the warmth enveloping your body when you rest against the edge to peer up at the night sky where remnants of the smoke from the fires obstructing your view of the stars as the faint orange hue of the horizon begins to fade, letting the sound of the water around you prevent your mind from thinking back on the prior events.

Once a dragon bonds with one rider, no other person can bond nor ride them throughout their life for they will remain loyal to their mount until they are parted by death, but Kirishima is the first ever dragon to bond with two riders. Claiming both Bakugou and you as his mates, a rare case in history that not even the wisest of maesters could decipher, tossing it up to be a result of his shifter abilities. But being a mate to the great fiery beasts of this era was not for the faint of heart as dragons undergo different stages in their lifetime that could be overwhelming for some, and your dragon’s recent stubborn behavior could only mean the beginning of one thing.

You lean over the edge towards the tray that rested on the rocks near the natural basin, reaching for the bowl of hot water to pour it over the previously strained matcha before taking the chasen and begin whisking. Too distracted to notice the water rippling behind you but your ears prick at the sound of low purrs approaching, hearing him before you feel him as sharp claws circle around your thighs. Curving along the plush skin of your hips to trail up your sides causing the hairs on your spine to rise towards your nape as he presses his nose above your rear before following the prickled skin up towards your shoulders in a slow calculated pace that causes your toes to curl against the hot stone below until his nose finds the crook of your neck - inhaling deeply as he savors your scent, the smell unlike any other causing his tail to slowly sway from side to side through the water whilst the purring amplifies. Feeling the vibrations against your back when he presses his hot chest to your skin as you lean into his frame, claws circling your abdomen when scaled arms hold you close causing you to hum at his touch as you settle back into the water.

The heat that radiates from him rivals the one around you as hot puffs of air fan across your skin, feeling the tips of his forked tongue ghost along the back of your ear where his nose is nestled into your hair. An occurrence that wasn't foreign to you since the three of you often slept wrapped around each other and Kirishima would find solace in sleeping with the smell of his mates right under his nose, but there was something different in his current demeanor.

When a dragon's heat is near, there are often visible warning signs to heed to avoid falling in their grasps when overcome with lust. The scales along their skin tend to darken in color, one of the more elusive signs to notice considering the change is very minimal but easily spotted for those that are in constant contact with the scaled giants. Their breathing patterns as well as their purring shift from long and passive inhales to heavy huffs followed by exhales of higher temperatures to their regular hot breaths. Every dragon's purrs are slightly different in melody but it's often deeper while in heat, emitting from somewhere further down their chest and at a much quicker pace than normal. The most identifiable of the signs are their behavioral changes, although already territorial, dragons tend to be more aggressive and jealous towards others lurking around their den and mates as well as seek out physical touch more often and show higher levels of affection. All signs that usually begin to manifest weeks in advance.

But Kirishima’s changes only began hours prior. Even though it wasn't the first time his heat had started abruptly, another unknown factor that the maesters could only assume as a product from his shifter abilities, it was the first time you've been in battle when it happened. Which justifies your worry while seizing the onyx dragon earlier.

The air around you felt heavy and the tension was almost palpable with the way he was holding you, like prey caught in the jaws of a predator as his claws travel along your skin, occasionally gripping at your flesh while his hold on you tightens. Moments like these remind you of the danger that he kept hidden from you most of the time until he had you in his grasp - so pliant and at his absolute mercy, he could do anything he wanted and you’d let him.

A sharp dark claw travels across your abdomen in slow back and forth motions beneath the water before trailing up the exposed skin of your chest. Circling your tits in a teasing matter that has your nipples hardening at the threat knowing it wouldn’t take much effort for those claws to rip into your skin. Kirishima smiles against your neck when he feels the way your heartbeat increases under his touch, how the rise and fall of your chest quickens the more he greedily explores your body. Savoring the way your smooth skin feels against his calloused one, the sweet scent of you downright intoxicating as he feels his teeth ache at the thought of you on his tongue. Moving his mouth to rest at the juncture of your neck at the temptation to feel your skin give under the force of his fearful maw, tearing into your flesh and watching you bleed for him as his purring deepens at the thought knowing how pretty you’d look covered in crimson to match that of his scales.

His tail curls around your ankle as it slowly travels up your leg until it’s wrapped around your plump thigh, squeezing the fat of it while scales drag against the curve of your rear. The scaled pointed tip ghosting along your inner thigh as it occasionally brushes through the tuft of hairs above your cunt at slow, almost ticklish pace that had you suppressing your moans against the edge of your cup as you bring the warm tea to your lips, enjoying it while you can knowing that it will soon be forgotten with the way Kirishima’s scorching breath was fanning over your skin alerting you of how close he was to your vital spots.

“Fuck, my love”, the searing touch of his tongue licking along your skin makes you gasp as thick drips of drool burn onto your skin, “I need you”.

“Your heat becoming too much, baby?”, you hum against him before drinking the last of your tea as you reach forward to return the cup onto its tray.

“I could just devour you right now”, he purrs close to your ear as he takes a deep inhale of your skin, continuing to let your scent invade his senses. “Will you let me, love?”

“Go ahead”, you tilt your head further giving him access as your voice falls into a breathless whisper at the feel of sharp teeth grazing against your skin. “Tell me how I taste”.

A guttural growl ripples from his chest at your words as his tongue laps at your skin again, more drool dribbles against you before his lips press to the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder sucking on that spot as you arch your back with a sigh, the feel of his teeth digging ever so slightly into your skin behind closed lips sends a whirlpool of emotions to your gut. The moans you suppressed earlier ripping from you when his fangs finally break through your flesh as a rush of warmth spreads across your skin where he eagerly drinks from you, letting your blood quench his thirst before he sucks bruising kisses higher up your neck making you squirm against him.

Tightening his grasp as he slowly moves your bodies towards the edge of the natural basin where claws circle your waist to spin you around as he looms over you, caging you between the warm stone that digs against your back and his large body as he presses himself against you. Gently nuzzling his nose into the top of your head before slowly trailing down the center of your forehead to meet your nose as your eyes lock with deep pools of scarlet staring back at you. Your hands reach for his biceps, feeling the scales shift under your touch as you continue to trail upwards towards his nape where your fingers brush through the crimson strands of his hair whilst your other hand reaches for a stray strand on his forehead, securing it behind the dark, curved, and angled horns that protrude on either sides of his head that would demand submission from even the most endowed elks that roamed the enchanted forests, a grin spreading across his lips when you do before he leans down to press his lips to yours.

Hot breaths melding with each other as claws curl around your throat pressing his purlicue beneath your chin causing your head to tilt further, giving him more access as his lips move frantically against yours - messy and wet as spit smothers against your skin while your tongue tangles with his long one until the need for air becomes inescapable. Leaning back to catch your breath as far as his firm hold around your neck allows you but he can't help but chase your lips with his sharp teeth, keeping his intentions gentle against the delicate skin but still so, so hungry for you as he nibbles on your bottom lip until it splits for him. The sting makes you hiss as lustful eyes meet your equally lewd ones when he slowly pulls back, sucking the small dribble of blood into his greedy maw until your lip slips from his own. Not giving you enough time to recover as the warm pads of his digits digging into the sides of your neck twitch as they pull you back in to meet his lips - mouths bruised and swollen as his tongue swipes against you to lick into the small cut.

Parting from your lips to press kisses on your jaw and down your neck as his hands reach down to grip your waist and hoist you up onto the edge. Stopping when he reaches the valley of your breast as he leans back to look at your body now fully on display for him, mesmerized at the sight like the first time he saw you like this and he can’t help the shudder that ripples through his scales and settles at his pelvis where his cock twitches beneath the water.

Fiery pupils dilate when they rake along the curve of your breasts and settle on your nipples, wet and glistening and so inviting as he dips his head down to capture the erect bud in his mouth. The feel of sharp teeth scraping against your skin threatening to pierce through your flesh sends shivers down your spine followed by the smooth contrast of his warm tongue alternating between fast flicks and tight curls against you that causes your hips to slightly grind forward as arousal begins to gather at your core. The faint smell of it hitting his nose only riles him further as he suckles on your tit harder while roughly kneading the other as he pulls and twists the bud between his clawed digits.

Only stopping to sink his teeth into the flesh of your chest again and again with low mumbles of ‘mine’ whispered into each nibble as he continues to trail them down your abdomen. Drowning in the increasing scent of your arousal the closer he gets to the source, his mouth unable to stay away from you other than to quickly move to another unmarked spot on your skin as his breaths become haggard at the mouth watering aroma of your drooling cunt leaking onto the stones below. Calloused hands curve beneath your thighs as he spreads you open for him, ankles resting on his broad and scaled shoulders while his mouth never leaves your skin as it reaches your pubes. Inhaling deeply into the tuft of hair as he feels the way your body twitches against his touch when he slowly pulls the hairs between his lips, his warm breaths feels almost ticklish but the sensation is quickly replaced by the slight sting from his tugging before he releases the hairs from his lips.

Diving forward again to run his nose through them, his head dipping lower and lower until the slick feel of your pussy lips meets with his own, savoring you a little longer as he trails his nose through your swollen slit causing it to part as he does. Eyes fluttering at the feel of your arousal coating his skin before finally surging forward into your heat making you arch in your spot as your arms stretch behind you to support you further from the intensity of his mouth against you. Tongue pressed flat on your pussy as he wriggles it from side to side while thick globs of saliva drip from his thirsty mouth onto you - creamy slick and viscous spit mixing together as both of you become more and more lost in pleasure.

Moans falling from your lips without a care if others residing within the inn could hear you for you’re unable to hold them with the way his tongue laps up towards your clit, circling it with just the tip before his lips wrap around the sensitive bud while his eyes look up to meet yours causing something to ripple in your stomach the closer you get to your release. Watching how they darken when he feels your fingers skim across his pointed ears, ghosting along the wet strands of hair before wrapping around one of his horns knowing it would get a reaction out of him with how sensitive they were, especially during his heat and you can't help the grin that breaks through your features when you see his lip curl with the nastiest growl you've heard resonate from his chest thus far. Strong enough to make the water around him shake causing it to ripple at the same thundering cadence while his hands pinch and knead at your thighs, feeling how the muscles clench and tremble under his touch when you feel the vibrations of his snarls against your pussy.

Causing your features to morph into a whine as you let your head roll back onto your shoulders to release a moan up towards the sky while briefly closing your eyes before your entire body jolts when Kirishima slots his hot mouth onto the length of your puffy slit. Demanding your attention as your eyes meet again, a newfound hunger in his fiery orbs as your clench around his imposing figure when the tips of his forked tongue tease along your entrance before wriggling it’s way inside - velvety walls tightening around the incredibly long and thick muscle as it spreads you open, greedily slurping every last drop of creamy arousal that pours from your messy pussy.

Both of your hands now wrapped firmly around his horns to pull him closer and the snarl that follows causes his sharp teeth to scrape dangerously against your swollen clit, sending you over the edge as static rings in your ears making the world around you spin as your release gushes into his awaiting tongue. Claws dragging up and down along your thighs leaving red, throbbing marks in their wake before they press into your hips, threatening to pierce the skin as he holds you down when your hips continue to jerk and twitch. Overstimulated as he continues to drink every last drop of your sweet nectar, not stopping until he gets his fill as your cries clash with the loud and wet squelch of your pussy ravished by his hungry maw.

Slowing his movements to ease you down from your high as his tongue slithers out of your warmth, running it through the red and swollen folds of your sopping wet pussy before leaning back to watch the pretty mess he created - thin threads of syrupy slick and viscid spit clinging to his skin causing it to glisten under the faint moonlight emerging from the smokey clouds as the distant fires begin to die down. Whimpering at the empty feeling as you fall back onto the stones breathless, your hands slipping from his horns in exhaustion only for scaled ones to catch them as he brings them towards his face, nuzzling into your palm to lay kisses onto your wrists - soft and tender unlike the previous ones as he repeats the actions on the other one before trailing up the length of your arm while slowly rising from the water to slot his body above your own.

Warm droplets of water dripping onto your skin where he continues to lay gentle kisses as his lips press against your stomach to travel up onto your breasts, briefly nibbling on the plush skin before dipping towards your collarbones; feeling how he follows the outline of your protruding bones with the tip of his nose to settle at the small hollow at the center where his searing exhales fan over your skin causing you to lean your head back to allow him more access as he wanders up the length of your throat where he slows down to feel it contract against his lips when you swallow, eliciting his purrs to return as they vibrate into your jaw until he curves along your chin to finally capture your lips in his. Tasting yourself on his tongue when it tangles with yours as it freely explores every inch of your mouth before he pulls away to peer down at your pretty face, noticing your eyes glossy with tears as he smiles down at the sight before leaning in for a kiss once more.

So enthralled with each other that you don't hear the distant call of your names when the wooden door of your room slides open. Only the feel of something hot dripping against your thigh capturing your attention, making your breath hitch into him as he pulls back to press his forehead onto yours for the both of you to peer between your bodies to reveal his large cock.

A mass of dark pubes trailing from his belly button towards the base where thick veins throb with need around a swelling knot as they fork out onto the ribbed crimson ridges that matched those of his scales leading up to a tapered tip that dripped molten globs of creamy white onto your skin where it hanged heavy causing it to curve downwards from the weight and size as it twitched the more his knot continued to grow with the overwhelming and carnal desire to empty load after load of the sticky cum that resided within the hefty balls that rested hulking between his muscular thighs inside your heat.

The same thighs that slide closer to press behind yours as a clawed hand slides along the side to grip the back of your knees and guide one leg around his waist, mirroring the action with your other leg as they lock at the dip of his back where his long tail sways languidly from side to side. Securing your bodies together as he lowers his hips to meet yours, slotting his cock between your thighs to slide his pulsing length through your weeping slit. Gasping in unison when he grinds his hips harder through the slickness as your hands snake around his broad shoulders to bring him closer, his lips already chasing yours as claws tangle in the hairs at your nape where he cups your head to deepen the kiss. His thumb smearing away the stray tears that stain your cheeks at the feel of every ridge and curve of his cock rubbing through your slick pussy, getting caught against your clit with each thrust making you mewl into his mouth as he swallows every sound.

Groans and purrs vibrating softly against you when he feels your hips roll up and fall into rhythm with his. Smiling against him when your actions elicit a broken whine to rip from his chest, amused at how such a feared beast could be reduced to such a needy thing when it came to moments like this, entangled with each other in such ways that it's uncertain where one begins and the other ends.

The growl that festers deep in his chest pulls you from your thoughts as a heated sting spreads across your bottom lip when he draws the sensitive flesh between his teeth to get your attention once more, prying your mouth open for him as he chases your bloodied lips with a carnivorous hunger that elicits another growl to crawl up his throat as clawed digits wrap around your wrists to capture your hands in his and stretch your arms above your head, pinning you beneath him and rutting his hips desperately against you until the bulbous head of his leaky cock finally presses against your entrance. Both of you falling silent as you peer down between your bodies, watching how your pussy splits open and swells around each girthy bump of his cock until it reaches the curve of his knot as it presses against your slit; ceasing his movements to relish the feel of your heat wrapped around him while you bask in the way it stretches your pussy so good you could almost feel him in your throat as you lips part around a silent moan.

Heavy knot throbbing against your entrance, not quite ready to slip inside just yet as he rolls his hips back - your pussy molding perfectly to each ridge as the friction makes you arch your back so beautifully into him. Both of your hands restrained under one of his while the other curls around your center to hold you close as his lips press along your jawline, whispering sweet praises in his mother’s tongue as he falls into a steady pace that has the telltale coil winding tightly inside you sooner than expected as white spots cloud your vision when you sink into sweet ecstasy. Soft kisses and nibbles morphing into feral bites as he grows wretched with need at the taste of your blood mixed with the tight clench of your silken walls gripping his cock so deliciously he feels he could devour you whole.

Slowing his thrusts to a gentle rock as his lips find yours again in a sloppy and panting mess - the sound from your heaving chests echoing through the area loud enough to quiet the heavy patting of feet against the damp stone floor approaching your position until a shadow obstructs the dim light of the candles that surrounded the hot springs, looming over you as it waits for the two of you to notice its presence.

“‘M gone a few minutes and you two can't keep yer’ hands off of each other that long, eh?”, both of you peer up to meet vermilion irises staring down at you with amusement. Grin spreading across his features when your eyes simultaneously trail down to look at his cock fully displayed before you, the thick vein beneath his shaft throbbing all the way up his leaking tip where milky beads of white coat his skin.

Meeting his gaze again, your sultry smile matching his own as you feel lips press to your jaw followed by the slight tickle from Kirishima’s hot breath fanning over your skin as he speaks.

“You're just in time, my prince - our little princess is just about ready to take me whole”, a dark claw brushes through the stray hairs that cling to the damp skin of your forehead as he tucks them behind your ear to press his nose to your own, voice falling into a whisper. “Aren't you, baby?”, nodding into his touch while he beckons Bakugou closer.

“Come ‘er, Katsuki… I want to watch you both as she takes my knot”, to which he complies as Bakugou lays down beside you. Pulling you towards him when Kirishima leans back from his position as you straddle the blonde, his eyes wandering down your skin as his fingers trace along the wounds that adorn your body - bruised and bloodied.

Digits stained with red as he brings them towards his lips for a quick taste, eyes fluttering when he does before he reaches for your skin again to collect more of the blood that dribbles from the bites left by the dragon, bringing them up to your lips this time where it mixes with the drooly blood from your bottom lip as you wrap them around his fingers to languidly suck on them.

Clawed thumbs dig into the fat of your hips as Kirishima positions himself behind you, curling along your spine to press his chest against you. His large physique overpowering the both of you when he stretches his wings, briefly casting a daunting shadow that consumes you before he tucks them back into place. Leaning in close to nuzzle his face into your neck as Bakugou mimics his actions to your other side, their warmth encompasses you entirely like a heavy cloth draped over you on a cruel winter. Bakugou’s lips press tender kisses along your mangled skin while a long, wet and hot tongue laps a stripe all the way to your ear where he nuzzles into you once again.

“Hold still for me, my love”, arching into Bakugou’s chest when the tip of Kirishima’s cock presses against your cunt, dripping heavy glops of precum that seared against your skin - so impossibly hot like it was made from the molten steel used to make the finest of swords. Spreading it through your slit as he strokes it up and down causing syrupy strands of arousal to leak onto Bakugou’s thighs before his cockhead catches your entrance.

Immediately feeling the stretch of every ridge and curve again as your lips part around a loud whine, both men reacting instantly as hands roam every inch of your body in a mixture of soothing touches and hungry kneads from sharp nails that twitch at the urge to tear at your skin to elicit more of those sweet noises to rip from your body. Kirishima doesn't waste time to settle on a fast pace that knocked the wind from your lungs, lost in the way your pussy sucked him further - squeezing him so tightly he couldn't help but to nibble on the skin of your neck again, fangs piercing anywhere they could reach causing his purring to morph into wet gurgles from your blood while Bakugou leaned back to ogle at the sight.

In all your years together, nothing riled him up more than moments like these. The both of you look ethereal above him - recalling all the times he had the same thoughts and he fears they might fall short to the sight before him. The first time he laid eyes on Kirishima when the crimson hybrid shifted into a fierce dragon for him to ride after many had failed to mount the fiery beast; the same beast that never allowed anyone to get too close to him, yet there you were mounted on his back treating a tear to his wing while cooing down sweetly at the scaled giant while all his rider could do was just stare at the two of you in awe in that field of freshly bloomed blue irises all those springs ago. He never thought that just winters later he would find himself by a ditchfire and a chalice filled of your joined blood, a scar on each of your left palms to prove it - wed by fire and blood to be sealed by a long night of mating.

And now, as the hard stone cushioned by a the thin bedding of moss forming on the rocks dug into his back as he stared up at the two of you above him, your skin riddled with bites and blood with Kirishima still latched onto your neck as you cried out into the night to soon take his knot, the sight before him rivals all the others for he thinks he's never seen the two of you so beautiful as this very moment.

His heart skipping a beat when both of your eyes meet his own, reaching for him as your hands curl around his shoulders while claws press against the dip of his skull to bring him closer to your bodies. Your lips pressed against his while Kirishima nuzzles the crook of his neck, smiling against Bakugou when you feel his breath hitch at the dragon’s fangs piercing into his flesh. The taste of both of his mates blood mixing on his tongue turn his thrust violent, extremely so you can't contain the overstimulated squeals that ripped from your chest and before you can register it he thrusts forward in a hard roll of his hips until you feel it - a wet pop as you're stuffed to the brim with his knot. Your eyes rolling while you feel lightheaded at the mixture of his thick, knotted cock grinding deep inside of you along with the heat that radiates from their bodies engulfing you completely.

Claws suddenly digging into your flesh as Kirishima yanks your bodies closer to him, switching from marking Bakugou’s neck to yours back and forth while lips brushed against skin in a mantra growled in the old draconic tongue.

Mine mine mine

“You're mine, yeah? My blood?”, each question is followed by a pull of his lips against your skin and all you can do is desperately nod against him as salty tears stain your cheeks while your cunt spasms around him, squeezing and pulling him deeper as he grinds rapidly into you.

“Both of you were made for me”, he snarls as his lips chase Bakugou’s next, piercing his bottom lip in a much more hurried manner than he did yours causing a groan to vibrate loudly from the blondes chest as the redhead devours him.

“You were born bound to me, right?”, your bodies were dripping in sweat and your brains were fogging with the overstimulation of both pleasure and pain, as the dragon reminded you who you belonged to while switching between your bodies; licked, sucked, and bitten into the skin of the familiar things pinned beneath him. Chasing your sweat with teeth and tongue, drunk on the scent of home - of mate. Many would call the love Kirishima felt for the two of you an obsession, but that pales in comparison to the unwavering hunger and passion he felt for you.

His thrusts turn vicious, borderline animalistic as he rolls his hips forward once, twice, three times until you finally feel it. The rush of cum pouring in hot, always so impossibly hot, heavy globs against your velvety walls as he ruts his hips close to bury himself deep in your pussy to ensure you were plugged up and stuffed full with his seed that continued to pour inside of you in a never ending river that had the both of you falling depleted against the blonde making him groan at the sudden weight pressed against him. All three of you panting as your bodies relax against each other, hearts beating as one while you let the soothing sounds of the water splashing behind you ease you down from your highs.

But the Crimson Dread was nothing if not insatiable, leaning back as clawed digits captured Bakugou’s chin between them to bring him closer, pulling him into a kiss while you trailed kisses along the blonde’s jawline. Your ear pricking when you hear the redhead speak into the kiss and you can’t help the grins that follow at his words.

“Your turn, my prince”, he whispers while maneuvering your bodies into the warm water to soothe your wounds and prepare you for the long night ahead.

[kyunzin]

☆𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 - 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒☆

☆DON'T EAT TOO MUCH CANDY OR YOUR TEETH WILL GO ROTTEN….

★ this year kyionna presents to you an array of candies fetched from thew depth of her depraved mind so in honour of these sweets: go outside, go party, go fuck or freak or stay inside and be sure to read a spooky story.

★ it's that time of year my lovelies - each year i sit back and enjoy the releases but this shall be the year that i contribute to the salacity.

★ i will try to keep to this schedule and if i don't feel free to spam my inbox with reminders, i do find it helpful.

★ i hope you enjoy your treats and if you think it's too sour don't eat it. not all candy is made for everyone. however knock on my door if you see any sweets that you like. this will only be pinned for this month. navigation will be back up next month.

𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝟏 ★

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 - 𝐀. 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐚

INGREDIENTS; tbc…

𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - 𝐇. 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢

teacher x student, semi public sex, face slapping, age gap(36 r!22), degradation, praise, hair pulling, face fucking, cockwarming, asphyxiation

★ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠

INGREDIENTS; tbc…

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝟐 ★

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 - 𝐓. 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐢

INGREDIENTS; tbc…

𝐂𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐒. 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧, 𝐆. 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

INGREDIENTS; tbc…

𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐌 - 𝐊. 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨, 𝐆. 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮, 𝐀. 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧, 𝐓. 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨

INGREDIENTS; tbc…

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝟑 ★

𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - 𝐇. 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢, 𝐅.𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

INGREDIENTS; tbc…

𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - 𝐑. 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧

INGREDIENTS; tbc…

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 - 𝐆. 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

INGREDIENTS; tbc…

𝐕𝐎𝐘𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌 - 𝐆. 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮, 𝐆. 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

INGREDIENTS; tbc…

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝟒 ★

𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 - 𝐎𝐧𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐧, 𝐒. 𝐑𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫

INGREDIENTS; tbc…

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘 - 𝐆. 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

INGREDIENTS; tbc…

© 𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐙𝐈𝐍

[rafesslxt]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 🎃🍂✨

my first kinktober ever! yay! here‘s my list of the story‘s I‘ll post. Come check the list every day for a new story 🎞️

will include: oneshots, drabbles, thoughts, headcanons and moodboards

characters: slytherin boys, anakin skywalker, sam monroe, scott barringer, Stephen Glass, rafe cameron

nsfw | multiple fandoms | masterlist

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⊹₊ ⋆ october 1st ꜜ

sexting / phone sex - Slytherin Boys Headcanon

⊹₊ ⋆ october 2nd ꜜ

lingerie / leather & latex - Sam Monroe

⊹₊ ⋆ october 3d ꜜ

nipple play

⊹₊ ⋆ october 4th ꜜ

threesome / group sex - Slytherin Boys

⊹₊ ⋆ october 5th ꜜ

sex pollen - Anakin Skywalker

⊹₊ ⋆ october 6nd ꜜ

face sitting & fucking / 69 - Mattheo Riddle

⊹₊ ⋆ october 7th ꜜ

praise kink - Sam Monroe

⊹₊ ⋆ october 8th ꜜ

cockwarming - Lorenzo Berkshire

⊹₊ ⋆ october 9th ꜜ

breeding / spanking -

⊹₊ ⋆ october 10th ꜜ

handcuffs / tied up -

⊹₊ ⋆ october 11th ꜜ

begging / voice kink

⊹₊ ⋆ october 12h ꜜ

car sex / public sex - Rafe Cameron

⊹₊ ⋆ october 13th ꜜ

dry humping - Anakin Skywalker

⊹₊ ⋆ october 14th ꜜ

erotic photos / sextape - Mattheo Riddle

⊹₊ ⋆ october 15th ꜜ

daddy kink -

⊹₊ ⋆ october 16th ꜜ

outdoor sex / getting caught - Scott Barringer

⊹₊ ⋆ october 17th ꜜ

masturbation / sex toys - Mattheo Riddle

⊹₊ ⋆ october 18th ꜜ

drunk sex / mirror sex - Rafe Cameron

⊹₊ ⋆ october 19th ꜜ

overstimulation / orgasm denial - Sam Monroe

⊹₊ ⋆ october 20th ꜜ

morning sex - Theodore Nott

⊹₊ ⋆ october 21th ꜜ

table sex / teacher - Mattheo Riddle

⊹₊ ⋆ october 22th ꜜ

Love bites/marks - Theodore Nott

⊹₊ ⋆ october 23th ꜜ

Food play -

⊹₊ ⋆ october 24th ꜜ

sub and dom switching - Mattheo Riddle

⊹₊ ⋆ october 25th ꜜ

cheating / affair - Rafe Cameron

⊹₊ ⋆ october 26th ꜜ

best friends with benefits - Lorenzo Berkshire

⊹₊ ⋆ october 27th ꜜ

belly bulge

⊹₊ ⋆ october 28th ꜜ

blindfolded -

⊹₊ ⋆ october 29th ꜜ

29. workplace sex - Stephen Glass

⊹₊ ⋆ october 30th ꜜ

30. hair pulling -

⊹₊ ⋆ october 31th ꜜ

31. mask kink / ghostface / costumes

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i‘ll tag every post on here so take a look each day ;) i also haven‘t decided on which character i‘ll write about for what kink, will decide spontaneous if theres no name behind it already.

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like mentioned at the beginning, this won‘t just be storys but also drabbles and stuff like that bc i won‘t be able to write that much for every day to post a story per day <3 this will be my little come back i guess hehe

xoxo sarah <3

[miupow]

hi, i was reading your post on kinktober and i was reminded about how you talked about maybe writing some step brother beomgyu content, maybe that could be fun for the event

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ‘24 ── 𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐘𝐔 + 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐓

𝜗𝜚 ㅤ― 󠀬󠀬[ minors do not interact! ] choi beomgyu x fem!reader . stepcest , stepbro!beomgyu , mean dom!beomgyu , doggy style , gagging(?) , manual restraining , dirty talk, degredation kink , name calling , orgasm control

a/n ⸝⸝ my first time dipping my toes into stepcest... don't make me regret this !! ( ; ω ; ) this is so filthy omg…. i cannot believe i wrote this

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your least favorite thing about your mother’s new husband was his son.

he was loud, brash, and annoying. he constantly invades your personal space just to tease you relentlessly, snickering as you throw things and yell at him to leave you alone. he’s reduced you to tears more than once, laughing gleefully at the way you sniffled and cried from his nasty words. you cry to your mother about it, tell her how much you hate him and all of he grief he causes you; she just shakes her head and tells you to get over it. after all, that’s how all big brothers are.

but big brothers aren’t supposed to sneak into your room at night to fuck you stupid. you were sure of that.

“quit whining,” beomgyu hisses in your ear, the loud wet slaps of his hips against your ass echoing throughout your quiet bedroom. “you don’t want to wake up our parents now, do you?”

your face burns with arousal and humiliation, the two emotions swirling together into a confusing, overwhelming mix that made your pussy throb. your tight gummy walls clench around your stepbrother’s cock as he aims a perfectly practiced thrust to hit your sweet spot. he can manhandle you however he pleases with his big hand holding your arms behind your back, using your body like nothing more than a pocket pussy. there’s no care at all for your own pleasure as he chases his orgasm, bulbous cockhead ramming against your cervix. he throws his head back with a low, filthy moan, his adam’s apple bobbing, such a handsome sight you glanced over your shoulder to admire. he was so hot it made your head spin… just another thing you hated about him.

“fuck, this pussy’s so greedy— such a fucking slut for your big brother’s cock, huh? do you want more?” beomgyu lands a harsh slap to your jiggling asscheek with his free hand, the sudden stinging pain making you yelp; beomgyu quickly muffles you with that same hand shooting up to cover your mouth. “god, be quiet, bitch. you’re gonna wake up the whole neighborhood; do you want them to know how much of a cockwhore you are? want them to know that you’re getting your pussy bred by your stepbrother? huh?“

“no!” you sob, shaking your head desperately, your pleas barely audible behind beomgyu’s palm. his thrusts just grow faster, hit inside of you deeper— you swear you can feel his big long cock carving a bulge in your tummy. your cunt aches for more stimulation, your pleasure ignored outside of your messy hole getting fucked. you fight against beomgyu’s grip on your wrists, squirming and twisting beneath him, desperate to touch yourself and finally relieve the building tension that was growing harder and harder to handle.

“you’re gonna take this cock.” beomgyu grunts, his hips growing sloppy and uncoordinated. “i’m gonna dump my cum deep inside this pussy and you’re gonna take it all, right slut?“

“mmffh!!”

“good whore.” beomgyu laughs.

[beomiracles]

can I request a strength/breeding kink with older bf!soobin with afab!reader for kinktober? feel free to decide on the age gap !! I love your works!! thank you !! ><

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

DAY 2 : CHOI SOOBIN + BREEDING KINK — “You’re so perfect. Got such a pretty pussy, just waitin’ to be bred”, he huffs, cock twitching deep inside of you.

A breeding kink is an intense sexual attraction to the idea of getting pregnant or impregnating someone.

pairings older bf!soobin x fem!reader warnings heavy breeding kink, creampies, overstimulation (both f. and m.), age gap, "mommy" used to describe reader as pregnant, talks of starting a family and whatnot, manhandling/strength kink + bulge kink.

#serene adds ✎ .. oulala day two :> this one was sm fun to write !! as always let me know if i missed any tags !!

EVENT POST

Your limbs ache and burn, exhausted from the way they had been groped at and squeezed as your boyfriend manhandled you into position after position, thick cock using your spent cunt as he spills load after load into you. — When Soobin came home from work that evening, a small frown etched onto his face as he tore his blazer off, you already had a small idea about where this night was headed. But for this long? 

Through lidded eyes you peer up at your boyfriend, sweat clung to his naked torso, making his dark hair stick to both his neck and forehead. Despite that, Soobin looks far from content, his jaw visibly clenching as his gaze trains on the way his hard cock pushed inside your pliant little cunt. — “Come on baby, one more, just one more.” He practically pleads, though not even bothering to hear your reply as he snaps his hips against yours, causing the bed to squeak as you moan out into the bedroom. 

“Too much..” You gasp, nails tearing at his biceps as your head lulls back, completely docile in his grasp as his strong arms keep you against his chest. Soobin shakes his head, a small huff passing his lips as he grips you firmer. “You can do it, know you can..” He murmurs, his words cut off by a sharp groan as he feels you clench around him, orgasming for what you could only guess to be the fifth time that night. 

The way you cry out into the dark room only seems to spur him on further as he watches your arousal slide down his cock, making him twitch inside your far too overstimulated cunt. “Need to make sure..”, he grunts, jaw slacking as he feels his own high approaching. — “Need to make sure you have my baby… S’important.” He breathes, lips grazing your neck, his teeth sink into your supple skin when he releases inside of you; hot cum spurting from his cock as he continues to fuck himself through his climax. 

You knew that your boyfriend was eager to start a family, to make you pregnant. You couldn’t fault him, being well over 8 years your senior and entering his mid-thirties; it was all but understandable that he’d want kids, and who were you to deny him? — He remains inside of you, big arms loosening their grip around you as he lets you settle back against the covers. You wince as he shifts above you, his thick cock still nestled between your legs making your sore cunt ache. 

His breath is warm against your neck as he buries his face in the crook of it, making sure to uphold most of his bodyweight as he lays on top of you. The soft caress of his large hand on your stomach makes you shiver and Soobin hums in contentment. “Wan’ get you pregnant so bad”, he mumbles, his voice muffled against the skin of your neck. “Yeah?” You croak, fingers splayed in his damp hair and you feel him exhale. “I do”, he says, his voice filled with determination. “Bet you’d look gorgeous stuffed full with my baby.” 

A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you consider his words. The thought of having a bunch of little mini-Soobins running around the house, it made your heart swell. — “I think I’d like that too.” Your quiet whisper is loud enough only for him to catch, but when he does, you immediately feel his semi-hard cock twitch as he lifts his head to peer up at you. “Yeah?” He counters to which you nod, watching as his eyes visibly darken with desire. 

It takes about half a second for him to flip you around, making you yelp, completely unprepared for his quick course of action as he has you straddle him. His cock, now fully hard inside of you, makes you let out a moan of surprise as his hips jerk up, large hands on your waist keeping you firmly in place. “Fuck, you’d be the prettiest mommy”, he groans, eyes focusing on the way your tits bounced with every thrust of his, already imagining them plump and filled to the brim with milk. 

“And I’ll take good care of you and our, -f-fuck-, our baby.” His words make your head spin and you feebly nod, whining in agreement as your nails rake across his large chest. — “You’re so perfect. Got such a pretty pussy, just waitin’ to be bred”, he huffs, cock twitching deep inside of you. Too lost to even register half of his words, you let your head fall forward as your arms struggle to keep you upright. — Your boyfriend’s hands are all over your body, touching and caressing your soft stomach as he feels the faint bulge of himself, instantly hardening further at the discovery. 

He makes sure to finish as deep inside of you as possible, fingers trailing down your back soothingly as he helps you calm down from your own high with soft words of praise. — With a loud exhale, you fall forward as he catches you, propping you on top of his chest. And with your eyes closed, you find yourself relaxing in his strong arms. 

You think you might be on the very verge of entering a comfortable slumber when you suddenly feel Soobin shift beneath you, hard cock sliding against your abused clit as he draws a quiet whimper from you. His voice is soft, a mere whisper against the shell of your ear as he says: 

“One more, just to be sure.” 

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𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔’𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

hello my loves 🥀 last year was quite fun, wasn’t it? now, lets get into it once more, yet this time even better! enjoy. ♡

𖧡 please note the following, some of those works may contain triggering content and kinks that might not be for you, do not click on something you aren't comfortable with, much love.

𖧡 links: main masterlist | ao3

𖧡 status: completed!

♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶ kinktober masterlist.

𖧡 important: the characters will be added on each day. + this year i will switch between headcanons but also whole written fics and so on. characters will vary each day.

𖧡 since star rail doesn't have many characters it'll be for every other day that i felt they fit in but don't be surprised if i end up posting both fandoms on days where only genshin was planned, i’m going with the flow and i know myself, i will definitely get an idea for a star rail character with the kink and then just post both fandoms and add it onto the masterlist.

1. october ♰ size kink

genshin impact— alhaitham, wriothesley

honkai star rail— jing yuan, luocha

2. october ♰ cunnilingus

genshin impact— heizou, venti, scaramouche, xiao

3. october ♰ bimbofication

genshin impact— ayato, childe

honkai star rail— luka, blade

4. october ♰ knife kink

genshin impact— dottore & pantalone

5. october ♰ aphrodisiacs

genshin impact— tighnari, kazuha

honkai star rail— sampo, jing yuan

6. october ♰ blow job, deepthroating

genshin impact— lyney, kaveh, kaeya, neuvillette

7. october ♰ monsterfucking & dragon cock

genshin impact— zhongli, neuvillette

honkai star rail— dan heng

8. october ♰ doggy / ass lovers

genshin impact— diluc, albedo, cyno, scaramouche

9. october ♰ threesome

genshin impact— neuvillette & wriothesley

honkai star rail— blade & jing yuan

10. october ♰ exhibitionism

genshin impact— itto, childe, xiao, dainsleif

11. october ♰ breeding

genshin impact— wriothesley, zhongli, thoma, ayato

12. october ♰ cockwarming

genshin impact— heizou, alhaitham, baizhu

honkai star rail— blade, gepard

13. october ♰ biting/marking

genshin impact— kaveh, kazuha, cyno, venti

14. october ♰ yandere corruption

genshin impact— lyney, albedo

honkai star rail— dan heng, jing yuan

15. october ♰ bondage

genshin impact— kaeya, diluc

honkai star rail— luka, blade

16. october ♰ dumbification

genshin impact— tighnari, dottore, scaramouche, childe

17. october ♰ virginity loss

genshin impact— neuvillette, heizou, wriothesley

honkai star rail— blade, jing yuan

18. october ♰ overstimulation

genshin impact— gorou, lyney, alhaitham, kazuha

19. october ♰ edging

genshin impact— zhongli, xiao, ayato

honkai star rail— welt, dan heng

20. october ♰ dacryphilia

genshin impact— neuvillette, diluc, baizhu

honkai star rail— blade, argenti

21. october ♰ jealousy

genshin impact— alhaitham, thoma, scaramouche, wriothesley

22. october ♰ mirror syx

genshin impact— cyno, kaeya, childe

honkai star rail— gepard, jing yuan

23. october ♰ squirting

genshin impact— ayato, kaveh, tighnari, pantalone

24. october ♰ brat taming

genshin impact— kazuha, alhaitham

honkai star rail— welt, dan heng

25. october ♰ orgasm denial

genshin impact— diluc, lyney, albedo, thoma

26. october ♰ degradation

genshin impact— scaramouche, dottore, pantalone

honkai star rail— jing yuan, luocha

27. october ♰ praising

genshin impact— neuvillette, dainsleif, xiao, zhongli

28. october ♰ vampire au

genshin impact— diluc

28. october bonus ♰ bodyguard au

genshin impact— wriothesley

29. october ♰ nipple play

genshin impact— neuvillette, childe, kazuha, heizou

honkai star rail— sampo, blade

30. october ♰ hate syx

genshin impact— wriothesley, ayato, scaramouche, alhaitham

31. october ♰ drunk syx

genshin impact— kazuha, venti

honkai star rail— dan heng, jing yuan

1. bonus ♰ power imbalance

genshin impact — neuvillette, ayato, dottore, alhaitham

2. bonus ♰ cock worship

genshin impact — wriothesley, heizou, scaramouche, neuvillette

3. bonus ♰ body worship

genshin impact — diluc, zhongli, childe, alhaitham

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