#cw menophilia

[blkkizzat]

☠︎︎ THRILLING GHOULS & SMOOTH CRIMINALS ☠︎︎

Halloween is my fav holiday and Horror is my fav movie genre so how could I not participate in a SPOOKY KINKTOBER!

update 9/15/24: im going to finish this list this year! just revamped the masterlist.

All inspired by my favorite horror villains!

song inspo: Thriller & Smooth Criminal cw: Blood play might be heavy in a few of these. Dubcon or Noncon in most of these but the reader will enjoy/consent by the end. Death but only of minor/NPC no name characters(ie, your fuckass bf, bitchy chem professor, next door neighbor, mailman, etc) and manipulation. schedule: gojo > geto > sukuna > nanami tag: will tag works #☾﹒✖☠𝘬𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳

❝Girl, I can thrill you more than any Ghoul would ever dare try!❞

FreddyKruger!Sukuna

Kink Tags: Teratophilia, Size Difference, Virgin, Chasity Synopsis: Teens in town have been dying in their sleep from horrible dreams. Hard up virgin Y/N won't take sleeping pills to stop dreaming because she only gets relief in her wet dreams. What will happen when Sukuna (true form) enters them? wc: ?

Sadako!Geto

Kink Tags: Voyerism, Squirting, Overstimulation Synopsis: Camgirl!Reader hasn't been able to make herself squirt yet and is teased by her chat. She buys a new toy and downloads a random porn an anon user sent her "guaranteed to make you squirt" but is it just a normal porn? Or is there something more sinister on it? wc: ?

Werewolf!Toji

[Part 1 ღ Part 2] Kink Tags: Breeding, Dacryphilia, Aphrodisiac  Synopsis: Catching him in a lie, you suspect your boyfriend Toji is cheating on you. Where does he keep disappearing to once a month that keeps him away for often days at a time. You're fed up. You've made up your mind this time to follow him but are you ready for what you discover? wc: 10.4k

❝You've been fucked struck by a Smooth Criminal!❞

Ghostface!Choso

[Part 1 ღ Part 2] Kink Tags: Clothed Male/Naked Female, Thigh Riding, Knife Play Synopsis: The university campus is being terrorized by a copycat Ghostface killer. As a popular sorority girl with a dumb jock bf, you are a prime choice to be his next victim especially given how he can't stop thinking about you. But you're no ordinary Sorority Girl bimbo, now are you? wc: 15.4k

Hannibal!Nanami

Kink Tags: Olfactophilia, Body Worship, Menophilia Synopsis: You're immensely grateful for your kind, empathetic and open-minded (not to mention very handsome) psychiatrist Nanami who has gotten you through some very rough patches in your life. However when you show up at his home office for unannounced session and discover him preparing dinner, are you whats next on the menu? wc: ?

InvisibleMan!Gojo

Kink Tags: Mirror Sex, Frottage, Stalker Synopsis: Fed up with his antics and him ignoring you, you breakup with your tech genius boyfriend Gojo. It's been a month and you've started to move on with your life but odd occurrences have been happening around you and you have the feeling you are being watched 24/7. You need a vacay and your friend Shoko offers up her lake cabin. Will you be safe there? Or will whoever is watching you have you right where they want you? wc: ?

BONUS: Free for all section of general Halloween themes if I finish all the rest or need to do a quick drabble to cure writer's block.

*OUT NOW* mlist: That's Not My JJK Man! - teaser

Incubus!Geto - coming soon

The Hills Have Eyes Choso P1 *new*

Why you can’t watch scary movies with JJK men - Drabble, 2k words

Trick or Treat Anthology or Halloween Fluff with JJK Men - Fic 10k

JJK Men Slutty Halloween Costumes - Ask thirst

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[merakiui]

eden.

yandere!rollo flamme x (female) reader cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, nsfw, non-con, captivity, obsession, menophilia/period sex, vague references to the story of adam & eve note - a self-indulgent paradise crafted by rollo's generous, gracious hand.

Silvery slivers of moonlight spill through the space in the curtains, illuminating the fluffy sheets you’re currently entangled in. A sharp sting in your abdomen rouses you from your dreamless slumber, so agonizing it causes you to slowly curl in on yourself. Miserable and defeated, you groan and bury your face in the neighboring pillow. Now muffled, the sound can only carry on for however much capacity your lungs possess. It eventually fizzles out into a solemn, silent resignation that forces you to accept the third day of the monthly curse that is the menstrual cycle.

It’s a natural facet of your biology, but that doesn’t stop you from moping when you register the slick sensation between your legs.

This wouldn’t be an issue if he got me pads or tampons, you think, bitter with resentment and worn to exhaustion even though you’ve only just woken.

Awkwardly, you attempt to sit up and pull the covers back to check the damage. Rollo’s sheets are always spotless and fresh; he washes them every two weeks on Sunday afternoons, dedicated to following his schedule down to the letter. But then the pain persists, stabbing through to your very organs, and you resume your pitiful fetal position in hopes that the severity may abate.

It does, but you think you’re just tricking yourself into believing so.

You can feel the blood soaking through your white nightgown, and the sodden fabric molds itself to your rear in a very unpleasant way. Shuddering, you blink back tears.

I wanna go home.

Home, as it happens, has felt less and less temporary with each passing month spent in Twisted Wonderland. You’ve come to associate the familiarity of Night Raven College and its student body with comfort and contentment. It’s your home away from home. A long, long way from home. But it’s all you’ve ever had since the Dark Mirror beckoned you forth, and it’s served as your solace for a while.

Initially, you felt trapped and alone, uncertain of your fate and what this could mean for your life. But now you realize that no amount of feeling stuck at school could ever compare to this—to real confinement.

Your capture and, subsequently, your captor’s inexplicable infatuation are the result of arbitrary observation. In his frigid, heavy-eyed stare, you fit the criteria for a definition of purity he has constructed for his own abstract conduct. Untouched by magic, unable to conjure even the simplest spell, you are the speck of hope within Pandora’s box—a blessing enshrouded in sin.

“It must be taxing to live amongst mages so often,” he had said, as if to extend sympathy.

Foolishly, not quite understanding where those words were coming from, you replied in jest, “Believe me, it is. The amount of times I’ve nearly been caught in the crossfire when my friends get into heated arguments… Yikes.”

Rollo Flamme is a righteous man, and thus it is his duty to build a pristine paradise for you. An Eden of his own creation, its sole purpose to safeguard you from the pollution that is magic and, by extension, mages.

But purity cannot be found here, for Rollo is a devil in this garden. Potted plants adorn the floor; it’s something of a floral jungle, filling the room with perfumed scents and pretty sights. You’ve made note of their habits—of every flower that wilts and rises once it’s watered, of every petal that pries itself open under the moon’s glow and closes come sunrise, of every stem that’s trimmed to prevent excess.

Rollo Flamme prefers tidy spaces, so this well-kept garden is sterile and peaceful. You’ve likened it to a morgue filled with dead things—or soon-to-be dead things, as most plants cannot thrive forever no matter how diligent the botanist.

He barked a humorless, monosyllabic laugh at your declaration. “Unless you’ve chosen to view yourself as a rotting corpse, which you are not, your comparison is both unwarranted and untrue,” he muttered, and that was the final utterance of that subject.

Conversations with Rollo are always impossible, which is why you’re dreading this next one when he turns the key in the lock. The sound is like a gunshot in an empty room: explosive. As if echoing your discomfort, your cramps worsen in their intensity and you suck in a shaky breath through grit teeth. You hear the door shut and lock, sentencing you to an exchange with an unwanted warden. He walks into a mostly serene scene, his glacial gaze sweeping across the room to pick apart any interruptions in this slice of Shangri-La.

“I’ve brought dinner,” he announces, and you lift your head to peer at the tray in his hands.

“I don’t want your grapes and croissants,” you spit. “I want something warm.”

“It is warm.” Stepping closer, he sets the tray on his desk. You spy wispy tendrils rising from a bowl of soup. “Sit up and eat before it goes cold.”

You attempt that, halfway up on your elbows, but then your abdomen tightens and you slump back into the sheets. “Hurts,” you whine, clutching your stomach.

Rollo sniffs at the air, brows furrowing. His shoes click out an even rhythm against the floorboards, stopping at your bedside. Without ceremony he yanks the duvet away and you hiss at him, humiliated even though it’s normal. Your skin prickles with a chill, and it’s made even worse when you see the fiery glint in his eyes—the perceptive sort of glaze that overtakes his pupils when he’s observing you. His eyes crawl down your figure, stopping at the stain sullying your satin nightgown.

“Ah, you’ve leaked.”

“Obviously,” you snap. “I did this yesterday, too. When are you going to get me pads? Or tampons? I’ll even take a towel at this point or toilet paper. Anything is better than this.”

Rollo shakes his head. “You’re perfectly fine as you are.”

“Free bleeding like this is filthy and unsanitary.”

“So I’ll simply clean you.”

You drag your hand down your face and groan. “Rollo, please. It hurts, and it’s wet and uncomfortable.”

“You’ve illustrated these points more than clearly.”

“So then… Then do something about it!”

He narrows his eyes at you, silently taking issue with your demand, before he hums his consideration. His face settles into something neutral while he removes his hat and shoes, dutifully setting them in their respective places.

Rollo surprises you when he climbs onto the bed, kneeling over you with the tiniest trace of a smile.

“Spread your legs. I’ll have a look.”

Fresh horror blooms on your already distraught countenance. You bickered with him over this yesterday when he’d brought a wet rag to your inner thigh, seething at you to stay still while he wiped you down. You’d wrestled with him for ownership of the rag, insisting in panicked huffs that you could do it yourself. Your slap had rung out in the silence, rendering Rollo stiff with stormy emotions. He’d relinquished the rag, scoffing at you for being ungrateful and resolving to scribble in his diary for the rest of the day—a prisoner to his own silent treatment.

Now, as his cold fingertips creep up your legs, you feel less hungry and more sick.

Weakly, you shake your head at him, sinking deeper into the pillows. “I… I can do it myself…”

“With what? The nightgown you’ve already dirtied?” He tilts his head at you and smiles an odd smile. You can’t place it, whether it’s smug or sweet, but it soon becomes the former when he throws your words right back at you: “That’s filthy and unsanitary.”

“You don’t have anything either,” you retort, only to grimace once more.

Rollo exhales through his nose, amusement flashing in his dreary eyes. “Because I’m not going to clean you. Not yet.”

Ice crystalizes within your veins, and the tension in your legs slackens enough for him to pull them apart. “What?”

His hands stray dangerously close. You stiffen, nerves tangling with panic. “There are ways to alleviate menstrual cramps. You should be aware of them, so I see no need to go into detail.”

“I know, yes, but—” You swallow thickly and push his reaching fingers away before they can curl around the hem of your nightgown. “Rollo, please don’t…”

“You’ll feel better,” he assures you matter-of-factly, whispering the words like that will change anything. “This is better than medicine and safer than magic.”

You shift beneath him, unsettled. “A… A hot compress will do. Y-You’ll get yourself dirty. Also! A-Also… If we don’t wash the sheets soon, it’ll stain.”

“Let it. It will serve as a reminder to both of us. A reminder that, though you may ruin these sheets with all manner of bodily fluids, they will still remain pure.” He lifts your nightgown, leaning close to your ear while palming at your stomach. You angle yourself away from him, eyes squeezed shut. “It’s because you’re perfect and clean, untainted by magic, that you are able to exist here. I envy you…”

His bare hand is cold against your warm belly and it travels lower, his fingers hooking around the waistband of your panties. You stifle a whine, tears welling up behind your eyelids.

“Rollo…”

“Even your voice…” He inhales deeply, high off the scent of you—metallic and pungent, a natural musk more enticing than any flowery perfume. “Everything about you is so clean, even the very blood that pools between your legs… Just a moment in your embrace is enough to wash away the layers of filth that accumulate on my person. Perhaps you might even manage to scrub beneath my skin, wash out every ounce of magic that rests within… Would that I could, I’d break myself into pieces so that you may reassemble me—build a better me. A me without magic. If only…”

His other hand slithers into yours, squeezing tight. You’re arrested by the strain in his tone when he speaks next, so full of yearning and desperation. Covetous. Shameless.

“If only.”

“R-Rollo, please stop…”

“Yes… Yes, of course,” he babbles, nodding to himself. “I’ve likened you to a concept—to purity alone—but you are more than that. The embodiment of it… An angel. Otherworldly, immune to the poisonous effects of magic… Yes, that is what you are. An angel bereft of flaws.”

He fishes his celestial-patterned handkerchief from his pocket and presses it to your lips next. Your eyes snap open to find him now much closer than before, and you have but a moment to brace yourself before he leans in. The kiss is indirect, the both of you separated by the cloth, but the intention is there. It sticks to you even after he’s lowered the handkerchief. You are too pure and he is too filthy, which is why your lips must never touch.

Contradictory because he’s kissed you before.

Rollo drags your blood-soaked panties down to your knees. You shudder like a frail leaf caught in autumn’s harsh breeze.

“I’ve saved you—freed you!—from those…those villains. So you must allow me to indulge.” He shakes his head, his licentious, lustful stare smoldering to such a scorching degree it brands impure, unhealthy love upon your bare flesh. “I will indulge because I have been nothing but agreeable. This—” his fingers brush your slick folds, testing the waters— “is a wonder no magic could ever hope to reproduce. This is just you. Perfect, pretty, pure you…”

Experimentally, his digits dip shallowly inside. You flinch and inhale a sharp, frantic breath, your stomach somersaulting and knotting itself all at once. Complicated feelings stir within you as you writhe under his invasive touch. Your effort to escape is halfhearted; it’s too painful to move, so instead you attempt to clamp your legs shut. He tuts at you and slips his hand out from your hold to pet along your thigh.

“There goes a certain tale,” Rollo says, breathless as he continues his patient exploration. His eyes rove over your pussy like he intends to imprint it in his memory, and he doesn’t shy away from the crimson rivulet that runs down his palm when he sinks his fingers in further. You grit your teeth, melting against the pillows like an angel stamped in snow, and your free hand strangles a fistful of sheets. “In which a pair lived together in paradise, but it was temptation that ultimately led to their downfall. It is a doomed narrative.”

You’re breathing heavily now, your eyes flicking from the ceiling to the many plants that surround you on all sides, each one in full bloom. It feels as if you’re on a bed-turned-boat in a sea of greenery.

A sea of divine fertility.

With a skillful curl the two fingers delve deeper, pressing up against your gummy walls. Against your better judgment, you whine, loud and bawdy. His touch soothes, but then it stings. It makes you want to peel yourself open and step out of your skin so that you may subject it to a vigorous washing. It makes you despise the scent of flowers. It makes you fear the sound of the bell as it tolls unfailingly every single day. It makes you wish you’d never opened your mouth to respond to his words all those weeks ago.

Tears slip from your lash line. “Stop… Please stop…”

“Perhaps this is that same story made modern. Perhaps you were sculpted specially for me and I for you.” A third finger joins the other two working you open. Paper-pale skin is coated in brilliant vermillion, the very color of ardent desire. “Perhaps we are destined to fall together, born anew in someplace purer…”

The slow, steady drag of his fingers is more tempting than the ripe redness between your thighs, and you force yourself to gaze sidelong at the soup sitting abandoned on his desk. He plucks at each of your tangled, dewy strings, unraveling them with graceful strokes, and you’re pulled along on the blissfully uncomfortable current, treading between someplace grounded in reality and fantasy.

From above, at the bird’s eye view, you have become a garden for Rollo’s twisted whimsy.

You return to yourself when he eases his fingers out, stalling for a silent beat, before he thrusts them back in in one fluid motion. It punches the air from your lungs, has you throwing your head back with a weepy howl. He watches this with fierce scrutiny, curious at a clinical level.

“You’re beautiful,” he admits, spreading his fingers inside you. “My world. My panacea. My angel.”

“No… No, no.” You sob, your chest heaving with every wail. You can smell yourself on the air, the sharp scents of iron and sweat. Your pussy weeps blood, devastated at the hands of a monster, and yet it can’t stop affixing itself to him. A mold meant to suit his design. “Please… Please take it out.”

A shadow of contemplation passes over Rollo’s flushed countenance and then he’s reaching over to dry your tears, dabbing at your face with his handkerchief. “You’re okay. It doesn’t hurt anymore, right?”

You shake your head in protest rather than respond, chewing your bottom lip to shreds. A feeble whine slips through and you arch into him when his thumb presses down into your clit and prods at your hood. It happens all too fast. You tighten and loosen all at once, your mouth dropping open and eyes rolling back. The sheets are soaked through and properly soiled now, but that fact doesn’t lessen the seismic ecstasy that drapes itself over you like a veil. Your vision whites out and you fall, fall, fall through the waning vestiges.

Your heart drops into your stomach at the realization.

It doesn’t hurt anymore.

“You’ve done well.” He slides his fingers out, and the gooey squelching wrings a shudder from you. This time he grants you one of his rare smiles—the authentic, sincere kind—while he presses the pads of his fingers to his upturned lips, dyeing himself in your essence. You blink through encroaching tears, an ocean that obscures your vision and fuzzies his figure.

His fingers dig into the plush pudge of your thighs, thumbs rubbing soothing circles along your adductors. You open yourself again, involuntarily blossoming in this garden of iniquity.

“Good,” he praises again, whisper-soft. “You’re only permitted to be this way with me. Anyone else would simply tarnish your sweetness. They’d take advantage of your ability to cleanse even the foulest of filth. But I…”

Rollo, still clothed and now libidinous in his impatience, fumbles to pull himself free. His throbbing erection presses against your stomach, the final piece to force this puzzle to completion.

“I will always lay myself at your altar.”

You beg him not to, but every objection goes unheard. His hips connect with yours; he’s holding back, if only just barely, pressing onwards slowly, his breath coming in huffs and grunts. To savor it. To know the feeling firsthand and engrave it into his very being, from his fingers to his toes. To immerse himself in the red rain of a shackled angel.

To color a picturesque paradise in cardinal sin.

Just beyond the windows of Eden, swathed in midnight luminescence, a glorious city set aflame burns bright, overtaken by fiery flowers.

[tetta-kissaki]

somewhat hyper specific kinks i think each tr guy would have and why

hello everyone i have spent weeks thinking abt this and making a list so if this post does okay i might do a few more parts of this hehe. cw for most of these HGNSJFND

takemichi- starting off with some wild cards: bdsm and cbt. have u seen him in a fight? he absolutely does not back down, and he’s not much different during sex. like i know he wants to show his girl how strong he is and that he can take it.

chifuyu- autogynephilia. don’t really have an explanation for this one it just feels right JGNSJFNS

mikey- macrophilia. he’s only 5’3. he’s a little guy. i feel like the invincible mikey getting dommed by a much bigger and taller woman would absolutely rock his world LMAO

draken- everybody in all the discord servers i’m in have all unanimously agreed with this one. he’s into watersports. he just loves the feeling of his girl pissing on his cock.

baji- i feel like he’s into acarophilia, aka scratching. he’s into marking in general, but he will absolutely break the skin on your back and make you bleed. he likes receiving, too- especially if his girl is wearing acrylic nails.

mitsuya- he’s so generous. his girl is so pretty that he can’t just keep her to himself! he’s also very loyal to his friends even though they want a piece of her. so what does he do about it? he loves cuckolding. she just looks so beautiful letting his friends do whatever they want to her. who is he watching you with, though? draken, mikey, and hakkai are his favorites, but if any of his friends ask, he’ll say yes.

hakkai- hear me out- heterophilia, aka the idealization of non-straight people who are “straight acting”. weird one, i know. BUT on hakkai’s wiki it says he dislikes effeminate people so it just makes sense to me.

nahoya- pet play! he’d be the best puppy. he’s energetic and playful, loves when his handler pets his hair, looks real cute in a collar and leash, and he whimpers :)

souya- menophilia. just the smell of his girl’s period blood drives him crazy. he can slide his dick inside of her so easily when she’s on her cycle, and he loves the feeling of it. he loves the taste of it on certain days, too. he read somewhere that sex can help ease the cramps, so he’s not just doing it for his own pleasure.

taiju- do i even have to explain why i think taiju would be into chastity?

kokonoi- i bet u thought i was gonna go with some kind of money kink but nope! he has a foot fetish. he gives his girl money to get pedicures, buys her nice heels to wear, gives a mean foot massage, and loves the way they look in nylons.

inupi- knife and blood play. this one might be a bit on the nose because he’s always carrying that pocket knife around, but come on. he has a whole collection of custom knives specifically for bedroom use and you can’t convince me otherwise.

kisaki- he’s into erotic hypnotism. he loves a submissive girl and he wants her to feel as relaxed as possible and as good as possible.

hanma- autofellatio. he’s a tall, lanky dude. he could do it.

kazutora- similar to chifuyu’s, i don’t really have anything to back this one up. it just makes sense. he’s into stygiophilia, which is arousal by thoughts of hell and eternal damnation.

ran- he takes really good care of himself. he has a specific skin care routine, gets his hair done frequently, and showers twice a day. he looks good and feels good, so of course he’d wanna watch himself masturbate or fuck his girl in front of a mirror so he can see himself! he’s into katoptronophilia. he even has a mirror on his ceiling above his bed.

rindou- he’s into voyuerism and degredation and i will die on that hill. maybe his girl is a bit of an exhibitionist who likes to spice up even the most mundane activities. she’ll flash her tits at him anywhere and everywhere. god, she’s such a slut, but she’s already got her tits out in front of god and everybody, so she might as well just take her top all the way off. a delicious combination of kinks to have in my humble opinion.

sanzu- he’s unhinged and a freak. he’s into peodeiktophilia. he gets off on flashing his dick at people. frottuerism, too.

izana- primal play. he’s fast and also a little bit crazy. he would absolutely love to chase his girl in the woods.

kakucho- say it with me eveybody: mommy kink! he’s pretty dependent on his girl and she makes him feel safe and loved. this is kinda teetering on the edge of age play, but he also loves to suck on her tits.

shinichiro- that man definitely has a praise kink. giving specifically, but i’m not sure if there’s a different word for that. idk about u guys but i’d absolutely fold if i heard the words “you’re doing such a good job! i’m so proud of you!” come out of his mouth.

naoto- roleplaying with naoto would go so hard. he’s good at it! he works in the law enforcement field, so he knows how to play the role of a cop who needs to punish his naughty criminal girl. he’s got the props, too!

tags: @arlerts-angel @fountain-baby @dcsiremc @trevengersprincess @ringsofsaturnnnn @sleazymac-n-cheesy @duckykisaki @hrtsriri @reiners-milkbiddies

[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

DAY XV. — MENOPHILIA

cw: Menophilia, Blood, Teasing, Blood Eating, Cunnilingus, Quirk Usage, Temporary Paralysis, Fem! Reader. 18+ Only!

author's note: This is for a good friend! I don't really write for Stain, so this will be one of the few times I do it! Enjoy!

word count: Approximately 1k. words.

“Ohh, just a little bit more to the side.” 

“No no, the other side.”

“Hmm, maybe you should have stayed where you were. Go back.”

“You’re a little too slow. Can you speed up?” 

“Hey, why are you stopping?” 

Chizome’s deadpan meets your eyes, any emotion or lust once curtaining his features are now smoke on the horizon. Mirth twinkles behind your smile. You casually ask,

“What’s with that look? It’s like you’re not enjoying yourself anymore.” 

A grumble rumbles deep within Chizome’s throat, head bobbing slightly from side to side while he scoffs. 

“Perhaps I didn’t enjoy the constant critique while trying to pleasure you.” 

He sounds frustrated, but the strum to his voice makes your toes curl and your fingers claw into the bed. There are faint traces of powdered blood smeared across his lips, chin, and the corners of his mouth. Spit and slobber are dribbling down his bottom lip, but he quickly swipes it up with his tongue and swallows. Chizome’s crimson eyes sparkle momentarily before they dull, closed in an instant. That makes you shift, and you coo.

“Aw, Chi’, I was only teasing you. It’s not every day I get to see you with my blood on your face, I couldn’t help myself~” 

Chizome’s eyes are wide and sliced back towards your frame whenever the lilt of your voice crescendos, punctuated by an obviously faux giggle. He squints, but then he snorts. 

“Well then, let me return the favor.” 

Before you even have the opportunity to open your mouth to ask for clarification—ice and iron seize your body, cold and stiff, and you suddenly can’t move. You attempt to blink, but you can’t even find the function within you. A hint of disappointment tinges your thoughts because, dammit, Chizome activated his Quirk on you again. Though, admittedly, maybe it’s only fair for how often you like to play and toy with him during intimate moments like these. He’s usually more receptive, but you’re guessing there’s some sort of affinity for blood that has him leaning on the side of genuine intimacy. Perhaps you start to feel the smallest slimmers of guilt, but Chizome’s suddenly smirking at you and wiggling his eyebrows. 

“Now I can do as I please.” 

Ohhh, ohh—Chizome, he, ohhh—he—!!

Chizome’s face is down between your thighs again, mouth to your cunt, splitting the seam of your lips. He laps his tongue against you, like a dog cleaning their paw, burying himself in as deeply as humanly possible. There are hums and gasps tucked away in the back of your mouth, attempting to force their way out of your hefty lungs, but your mouth remains closed and all you can do is relax back against the pillows and blankets. Electricity is curdling through your veins, sharp and biting baths that drown you, and you can barely think the longer Chizome hilts that long, long, long tongue through the velvet walls of your cunt. 

His tongue loops, spinning small circles inside. That dastardly appendage hits all of the right buttons, clicking and switching the heat and passion budding underneath the swell of your belly. You’re dizzy before you can comprehend it, and your breathing starts to lull. Chizome has always been so deft and clever, a filet knife that knows all of the right twists and turns to spread open flesh and meat. The blood seeps from your weeping cunt, trickling down the slit. Glaze and stickiness is painted all over your middle, and Chizome starts moaning into your cunt. 

You start to feel the effects of his Quirk wane the more focused he becomes to unravel your threads, so you flex your fingers and wrists before stretching them forward to gently clasp through those luscious midnight locks tickling your thighs. Chizome moans louder now, and that delicious sound sends a jolt up your spine that makes a gasp really escape. The lower end of your body slants into him, forming a weak ramp for Chizome to drag up and along. He reaches your desperate clit, a victim of neglect, and unites blood escaped to blood captive against the underside of your fatty hood. He sends his tongue spiraling into madness right where you need it, seemingly taking heed of your past instructions, and with the shackles of his Quirk cut clean off, you squirm and dance and mewl and plea like a bagged kitten begging for its freedom. 

Claws scrabbling, little teeth gnawing, tail end thrashing, red liquor smearing and leaving you intoxicated as it trickles from the spigot of your cunt, stills of Chizome’s sharp chin and sharper tongue drenched in your life’s essence, you feel yourself begin to boil and bubble and brew until, until it, until—

“Ch-Chizome! Chizome, I’m—ah, ahh, I’m—” 

Everything in you squeezed with delight. Everything, especially your swollen, juicy walls. Distantly, you could pick out something gooey expel from your aching hole, your orgasm having birthed a particularly large clot of ichor from your womb. Trying to warn of an unsightly splotch on your disheveled sheets, you fought against the speeding breaths and deadening whimpers rattling your lungs, begging, grasping. But it didn’t matter, not really, not with Chizome. His insatiable need for blood primed him to never let one single drop go to waste, Chizome’s head collapsed down to your hole, interrupting the nutritious blot and obscenely slurping it into his hungry mouth in a way that sent your head reeling. And he slowly whittled you down, little by little, spooling you back into the land of the living while he cleaned and licked your cunt. 

Your eyes were completely wasted, drunken blotches, struggling to even perceive anything—but Chizome’s mouth popped off with a nice squelching suction, those red eyes piercing you whenever he resurfaced. A small smile danced across your face whenever you saw your blood marking him, owning him, pouring down his crimson chin. Chizome looks stupidly obnoxious whenever he grins and begins licking himself clean. 

“Didn’t think you were going to feed me, sweetheart.” 

Instant embarrassment slaps you across the face. You jerk up, clenched together by your shoulders, and withdraw your hands from his bangs. 

“Chizome, what a great way to ruin such a beautiful moment.” 

He chuckles, letting his head rest against a thigh before he nuzzles his cheek into it.

“I feel like that just made it better. ‘Sides,” 

His eyes are flames whenever they meet yours, 

“I think I’m still hungry.” 

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Kinktober day 11: menophilia: Sebastian + Claude

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It was so annoying when your demons got rowdy like this. You were already having to deal with mood swings and cramps, why did they need to act up as well? Your patience is a lot thinner like this, and they know, so of course they have to act brats!

You just wanted to rest, but no, Sebastian and Claude decided to keep you awake, asking if there was anything they could do to help you. They aren’t subtle about ways they could ‘relieve’ your cramps. Sebastian had openly asked if you’d like him to ‘service’ you.

They both nudged at your legs, trying to get you to spread them (without using force) and you could see the way their nostrils flared. You knew they were scenting you but you weren’t sure why, as there’s only been a few times they wind up infatuated enough to sniff at something for this long.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say they were getting drunk off of whatever they were smelling from you. Claude ends up being the one bold enough to place a hand between your legs, gently pressing against your core.

“M-Master, please can I have a taste? It’s too much…I’ve been good, right?” You struggle to figure out what Claude is talking about until Sebastian ends up chiming in. “We can smell your blood, it’s…having a strong effect on us. We…would like to eat you out? Just…for a bit please?”

Claude hums in agreement, whining about how teasing you’re being doing this. You weren’t completely oblivious to their problem, you just enjoy watching them squirm. “Fine than, eat up.” You let them take off your pajamas, Sebastian ends up being the first to have his head between your legs.

He doesn’t give a warning before he has his tongue inside you, he’s lapping at your core. Claude slides along your side, wrapping his arms your waist, one hand on your lower back and the other on your stomach. His hands were surprisingly warm, enough so that it eased the pain in your sides.

[bangchanswolfpelt]

please PLEASE elaborate more on sweet bf hongjoong who tries to pry open every kink you have 💋

quick warning: this is more me thinking out loud than it is actual smut, so feel free to ignore it if that's not a thing you're interested in.

i'm still definitely getting to know Hongjoong, but he gives me the distinct vibe of someone who could be very sexually adventurous, but also someone who doesn't really have a whole lot of actual experience. like, this boy was so busy working, he barely even went to high school—to me, that kind of laser focus on work says that he probably hasn't had time for much of a social life or relationships, and i feel like he's not the type to necessarily go for quick flings.

so like, i'm really into the idea of exploring a relationship where he's figuring out sex with a more experienced reader. reader might be older (i can definitely see Joong being the type to be interested in someone older than him), but we might also keep that vague.

there would be lot of actual talk about sex and kink, i think, and definitely a lot of doing things out of order, because he's a fuckin Scorpio and what do order and convention even mean??? did you think Hongjoong was going to wait until after he put his dick in you to pry all your deepest and most depraved secrets from you? virginity is a social construct, he has pussy to eat and a soulmate to unravel like a murder mystery.

(also, i. almost never use the phrase soulmate unless i'm talking about aus where soulmates are a real, observed phenomenon, but also. i feel like Hongjoong would genuinely think of the person he's with as his soulmate? idk, i just feel like when things get serious with this boy, they get Serious, he doesn't seem like someone who does things halfway.)

((re: doing things out of order, one thing that's very vivid in my mind is Joong on your lap after he's confessed to you that he really wants you to peg him. you're both fully clothed, and at this point in the relationship he’s never even gotten more undressed for you than maybe taking his shirt off, but he's grinding up against you, panting and moaning and babbling as you grope his ass and tell him exactly how you're going to ease him open with your tongue and your fingers before you make him take your strap. he cums in his pants with his face buried in the crook of your neck, tears running down his face because he wants you to fuck him so badly.))

i'm imagining a lot of very gently (and occasionally not-so-gently) taking care of him and exploring what he's interested in. as he gets more comfortable, eventually Hongjoong would realize how much focus you're putting on his wants and needs and start trying to find ways to delve into yours, because he cares about fulfilling your needs, but also because the idea of leaving you in any way unsatisfied is unbearable to his pride and the idea of not understanding the fullness of your desires would be untenable to his curiosity. he'd also be interested in switching things up in a more distinctly d/s way; you take the lead in a lot of earlier exploration and he defers to that, but as time goes on and he inevitably sees you in more vulnerable situations, he'd realize that sometimes you're more inclined to follow than lead, and that he's also sometimes very into that.

we're definitely getting into watersports and ear kink. ear kink because watching ALICE ASMR and going from 'i think this is kind of hot?' to 'what do i even do with this?' was a big impetus for this whole disjointed verse—like, i just very vividly imagined him finding you getting yourself off and playfully demanding to know what you're watching, then instead of being weirded out, just jumping fully onboard in a way you didn't even think was possible—kissing your ears and whispering the weirdest, filthiest dirty talk into them while he fingers you in motions that mimic the way the ears in the video are being played with. watersports because i feel like Joong would be really into the vulnerability of you wetting yourself for him, and also the inherent filthiness and taboo of it, and also because i personally am very into it.

medical kink could be a lot of fun, i think—i can see him being the type to look up and teach himself how to do a whole actual cranial nerve exam while thinking "This is great. I'm going to get a good grade in sex, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve."

playing with consent might also on the table—i can see him being into cnc, but also maybe a little uncomfortable with how into it he is, and that could be an interesting place to go. menophilia, somno, and sounding are all things i can see him getting into, too, but i'm not leaning super hard into any particular direction with any of them.

there's definitely gonna be some affectionate degradation: Hongjoong strikes me as the type to very lovingly call you 'slutty', and i feel like a part of him would enjoy it more knowing that you did used to sleep around before you settled down with him. he enjoys knowing that you could have anyone you want, that you had so many people you wanted, but it's him you've chosen to be with now. it's a very unique kind of possessiveness that i think he has—he doesn't care about being your only one, he just cares about being the one who's indispensable to you—which is why i think we could also get into him sharing you, i'm thinking with either Seonghwa or maybe the rest of 5racha.

this is all very up in the air, tho. i've got some scenes a little more clearly sketched out, but i'm honestly not sure i've got Hongjoong's character down well enough to do something so ambitious? if you've actually made it this far, i'd love to hear your thoughts!!

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Kinktober 2022!!

I used a randomizer to get prompts!

Cw: lots of hard kinks!!

(Voting for fandoms,

Voting for characters

(Day): Medical play (Barbatos)

(Day): Financial Dominace (Malleus)

(Day): Resistance play (Simeon)

(Day): Body modification (Diavolo + Barbatos)

(Day): Foot job (Snake)

(Day): Massage (Idia)

(Day): Snowballing (Vincent)

(Day): Lapdance/tease and denial (grim reapers)

(Day): Hot dogging (Leviathan)

(Day): Primal play (Vincent)

(Day): Menophilia (Claude + Sebastian)

(Day): Ball weights/stretching (Vil + Lilia)

(Day): Nipple clamps (Simeon)

(Day): Reverse mating press (Diavolo + Lucifer)

(Day): Pus*y job (Malleus)

(Day): Monster kink (Claude)

(Day): Omo (Undertaker)

(Day): Drunk s*x (Lucifer)

(Day): Wedding night (Barbatos)

(Day): Danger kink (Leviathan)

(Day): Chem s*x (Sebastian)

(Day): Scent kink (Mephistopheles)

(Day): Teratophilia (Lucifer)

(Day): Foreskin play (Idia + Vil)

(Day): Discipline training (Grell)

(Day): Biting (Lucifer)

(Day): 50’s house wife dynamics (William)

(Day): Shower sex (Simeon)

(Day): Milking (Micheal)

(Day): Small d!ck humiliation (Sebastian)

(Day): (Semi) Public sex (Undertaker)