#shinso kinktober

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࿐ okay little bats! this is part one of vampire week! shinsou is up first, inumaki’s version can be found here.

࿐ master list link ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⋆ FEM READER ⋆

⋆ ⬪ KINKS INCLUDED ࿐ biting, blood play, exhibitionism, praise/degradation, sadism/masochism ish?, mild body horror (I think, correct me if I’m wrong).

⋆ ⬪ please keep in mind in case it triggers you, hitoshi and reader save someone from being assaulted. It’s not at all graphic and is over in a split second, but I wanted to warn you just in case!

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┊ ༝ ᭝ ༝ short summary ༝ ᭝ ༝ ┊ ‣ ‣ ‣ ‣ Hitoshi is the only other vampire that works at the bar with you. In fact, you’re two of the only vamps in town. It’s kind of isolating, but you have each other to lean on. You’ve resisted sleeping with him for fear of losing you’re only vampire companion, but when the shitty drunk regular takes it too far you and Hitoshi decide to…. “take care of him”. And each other.

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“Oi! I’m talkin’ to ya, fuckin’ blood sucker. Gimme ‘nother rum and whiskey!” The drunkard slams his empty glass down onto the sticky wooden bar top, words slurring incomprehensibly as he orders incorrectly. Fucking idiot.

You swallow the snarl building in the back of your throat at his pathetic attempt to insult you. As if a low life, alcoholic human could rattle you. You grit your teeth enough to make them creak under the pressure, and you barely hold back from crushing the glass your currently drying off.

You swear, if one more trashed bastard pisses you off, you’re tearing this bar apart and draining them all of their blood. Consequences be damned.

You glance at the clock on the wall above you and sigh deeply.

You wonder where the hell Hitoshi is, because it’d be real damn nice if he were to show up on time for his shift, but the probability of that happening in this lifetime is slim to none.

Regardless, the annoying man behind you, who’s started to shake the ice in his glass obnoxiously, is unfortunately a paying customer. You take a fortifying breath to calm the furious simmer in your belly and twirl around to face said idiot.

You shoot the regular, Tom, with your fakest smile, taking care to display the full length of your razor blade like fangs. After all, you do want to remind him who he’s speaking to, and that you’re quite able to rip the head from his shoulders if you see fit.

The teasing imagery of your daydream about it makes the predator in you twitch in anticipation.

“You want a double whiskey on the rocks with coke, right Tom?” Your voice drips with condescension as you correct his order, tone sickly sweet in a way that’s so obviously insincere.

Tom’s stare flickers down to your teeth briefly before returning to your face, sniffing once and straightening his spine.

“S’what I said, ain’t it?”

Your lips quirk briefly.

“Sure thing.”

Your expression falls flat as you turn to the rows of liquor behind you and begin making his drink. To your unending frustration, Tom begins to speak once more. He spews his hate at your back, tone conveying false bravado now that he’s not face to face with a vampire.

“Ya know, you’d be awfully pr’tty if you weren’t a vamp,” he spits the last word as if it’s a curse. “Maybe if ya wore smaller shorts, I’d bend ya ov’r the bar right here doll.”

The undead heart in your chest would be jackrabbiting in rage if you were still alive.

You whip around with a face like thunder, slamming the glass onto the bar top hard enough it splinters with cracks. Tom’s mouth drops open and the potent scent of fear clouds around you.

With your lip curled and tension crackling in the air, you lean across the bar into Tom’s space, eyes itching to fade to complete black and tear him a new asshole when a deep voice pipes up from your left.

“Aw Tom, I didn’t know you were into men. I’m flattered really, I am, but I just love pussy too much,” Hitoshi chimes in, coming to a stand still by your side and placing a hand on his chest in fake endearment.

Your eyes widen in surprise, fading back to their normal color, and flicker over to Hitoshi. You slowly unclench your fingers from the glass in relief when you realize it’s your friend coming to your aid.

Tom’s face turns bright red and splotchy, mouth twisting in anger. “I was talkin’ bout her, ya fu—,”

Hitoshi cuts him off.

“You said if she “wasn’t a vamp”, right? Well I’m one too, so seems to me like you’re implying that if I wore booty shorts you’d bend me over this bar just the same.” Hitoshi taps the wood with his knuckles and grins lazily as Tom stutters over his words, becoming even more enraged.

Tom glances at you before seemingly deciding he’s got no rebuttal and won’t win this fight. He snatches the whiskey and coke from the bar top before glaring at Hitoshi with a look that could kill. But, as usual, Hitoshi remains cool and unbothered.

“Fuck you, Shinsou.” With that, Tom scurries back to his table of dumbasses and you raise an eyebrow at Hitoshi, grinning in satisfaction and failing to hold back your snort of laughter.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to fuck me?” Hitoshi calls after him, raising his voice enough that other patrons look at him curiously. Tom doesn’t spare Hitoshi another look. You laugh harder, hand coming to rest on your fellow vampires shoulder, and Hitoshi smiles at you in amusement, lids lowering slightly with affection.

“Thanks,” you say through a laugh, wiping a fake tear from your eye. “He’s such a fucking idiot, we aren’t even the only supernatural creatures in this town. I don’t know why he singles us out.”

“He probably wants to be a vampire and secretly loathes himself for it. Or he just wishes he could be as pretty as you.” Hitoshi gently bumps his shoulder with yours, playfully smirking. You roll your eyes, but the echo of what you remember butterflies to be, flutters in your belly.

You roughly jab his stomach with your elbow and watch as he pretends to curl over with a fake gasp of pain.

“I think you may be the one who’s an idiot, Hitoshi.”

“So rude! I saved your ass from having to sleep with vamphobic Tom!”

“Vamphobic?” You ask incredulously, then scoff. “You say that as if I don’t have the strength to drink all his blood and rip him to shreds without flinching. Are you doubting me?”

Hitoshi sends a smug half smile your way, one sharp fang poking out over his bottom lip. “Nah, but I’d enjoy watching that play out more than I should, if you know what I mean. My pants would be way too tight for the interview I’d have to give to the police afterwards about why you murdered someone.”

You ignore his nasty, but not unwanted comment, playfully baring your fangs and punching him in the shoulder before commanding him to get back to work. Hitoshi does, but not before sending you a wink. His relentless flirting would make you blush to the tips of your pointy ears if you still retained that ability.

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After that, Tom doesn’t bother you directly for the rest of the night. And he avoids Shinsou like the plague, going to your very much human coworker at the bar to satiate his alcoholism. He does keep sending you searing glares, but you could not give less of a fuck if you tried.

You’d ban him if the owner would allow you, but he’s a human who’s standoffish towards supernatural creatures on a good day, and he rightfully assumes you can take care of yourself.

Which, to be fair, you can, but it’s the principle of allowing someone to treat you so shitty and letting him get away with it that bothers you. Even if you are a vampire.

With an annoyed huff, you at least attempt to look friendly as you set down a drink for another customer, grabbing their offered money and handing them change before they walk away.

You lean your hip against the bar and cross your arms, taking advantage of the lull to study Hitoshi as he works along side you. You notice that he’s still unfairly handsome when viewing him from the side and you can see just how tall the fucker is. Your gaze traces the long lean line of his body and how deft fingers mix drinks without spilling a drop.

You frown in some sort of misplaced jealousy when he teases his current customer and makes her giggle, sending her a cat like grin that has her blushing. Hitoshi must feel you burning holes into the side of his skull, because he turns to you after she leaves and wiggles his eyebrows at you.

You frown even harder and switch your attention to refilling the ice underneath the bar. You make your way to the back and locate the ice machine, the biting cold not affecting you in the slightest as you scoop the frozen cubes it into a bucket. Your skin’s only a couple degrees warmer anyways, if that.

It doesn’t surprise you when your thoughts start wander as you complete the mindless task. You recall how you met Hitoshi when you moved to town a couple years ago, longing to be free of the big city and closer to the vast wilderness.

You’d ventured into a little diner in town that serves supernatural creatures exclusively, and you’d ended up sitting next to the handsome man at the bar, too absorbed in your own world to realize you’d sat down next to another vampire.

Hitoshi had instantly noticed that you were of the same species, introducing himself with a lazy smile and mentioning he was surprised to meet another vamp in town. Especially someone new because there were so few of you around here.

You’d ended up chatting with him until the sun threatened to rise and incinerate both of you. You had exchanged numbers and eventually he offered to secure you a spot at the bar he worked at. He said that they were friendlier to vampires than most of the other bars in town, and that you’d earn pretty decent money there.

When you stared at him in shock and asked why, he just shrugged and smiled knowingly, saying ���vamps have to stick together, right?”

You’d had a fat fucking crush on him since then. But, begrudgingly, you’d decided not to do anything about it. The risk wouldn’t be worth losing such a pillar in your life because you spend too much time daydreaming about sitting on Hitoshi’s cock.

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The rest of the evening passes smoothly. Tom managed to leave without a scene, and now you’re closing down the bar with Hitoshi. You’ve checked off almost every chore of cleaning up front, finishing up with mopping the sticky floor, and Hitoshi was in the back. You can hear him loudly counting the cash from the registers before he deposits it in the safe hidden in the managers office.

You had just gotten done pouring the filthy mop water down the drain when Hitoshi snuck up behind you and dug his fingers into your ribs. You shoot up straight with a yelp, eyes shifting to pitch black and nails sharpening into points as you spin and try to claw at the face of your assailant.

Hitoshi ducks with a laugh, easily avoiding the assault and hopping backwards out of your reach. A warning rumbles lowly in your chest and you sneer at the sneaky vamp. He doesn’t rise to the bait, just tilts his head back in delighted laughter as you click your tongue behind your teeth in annoyance.

You crack your neck and allow your features to return to what they once were and roll your eyes so hard you think they may get stuck in your skull.

“You’re such a dick Hitoshi!” You complain, ready to send him flying through the wall if he keeps it up.

“C’mon,” he taunts. “You don’t normally let me sneak up behind you like that.” He saunters up close to you now that the threat of his eyeballs being ripped out has disappeared. “Something on your mind?” Hitoshi tilts his head to stare down at you, eyes glinting in a way that tells you he probably has an idea of what you were distracted by.

You purse your lips and slip past Hitoshi to get to your locker and gather your things. You vehemently remind yourself that Hitoshi cannot actually read your mind, and there’s no way in hell you’re admitting to your silly daydream of him fucking you on the bar top, fangs embedded deep in your throat.

“No,” you emphasize as you slam your locker shut. “I’m just starving, that’s all.”

“Uh huh, sure.”

“I am,” you insist, staking him with your best glare.

He smirks, pretending to be nonchalant as he stretches his arms above his head.

“Well since you’re practically withering away from starvation, do you want to get a bite to eat with me before the sun comes up?”

Your eyes narrow. “Were you planning on heading out to the forest?”

“Yep,” he confirms, popping the p and dropping his arms to his sides.

You debate it, but ultimately you agree to go with him, as long as you hurry because there’s only a couple hours left until sun rise. Hitoshi replies with a “yes mother,” and gestures for you to go first, looking entirely too smug, and follows closely behind you as you exit the bar, locking it before you leave.

The forest isn’t far, and with how fast the two of you are, you’re there in seconds and lingering at the edge of the tree line. Your limbs tingle with adrenaline the way they always do right before going on a hunt with Hitoshi.

“Ready slow poke?” He jokes, eyes crinkling as he grins widely and shifts into a stance that will allow him to take off like a shot.

You scoff but smile nonetheless. “You’re not going to win this race Toshi.”

“We’ll see. Loser has to mop the front for the next week?”

Before you can protest, Hitoshi is gone. You curse and take off after him, a delighted peal of laughter leaving you once you catch up and witness him tripping over a branch.

You catch your first animal before he does, effectively crowning you the winner of the bet.

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You’re borderline painfully full and extremely satiated as you and Hitoshi make your way back into town.

You had somewhat tried not to make a mess of yourself, but had given up after drinking your first animal made you giddy. Blood now stains your mouth and chin, dying your neck a deep red and soaks your clothes. Your hands and arms also look as if they’ve been dunked in red paint.

Hitoshi doesn’t fair much better, and you find your gaze lingering on him for far longer than is comfortable.

It’s difficult to ignore the way your lower belly swirls with arousal when Hitoshi looks so high from the hunt. Eyes wide and wild as he runs a hand through his hair and paints it crimson. You swallow drily when his lips stretch into a manic grin.

The two of you chatter excitedly, trekking back through town towards the direction of your respective homes. There’s no need for a car when you can run everywhere.

You make it close to a hundred feet from the bar when the sounds of a struggle make your ears perk up, clothes rustling and a faint sobbing cutting through the air. You freeze in place, sharing a concerned look with Hitoshi as he does the same.

“You hear that?” You whisper, and Hitoshi nods.

“Yeah, it sounds like…” Hitoshi trails off as he strains to listen, head jerking back in surprise and eyes widening. “It fucking sounds like Tom!”

Your jaw drops open. “Holy shit, it is! What the fuck is he doing?” You hiss, nails resharpening and eyes fading black until no white remains. One peak at Hitoshi shows his body reacting the exact same.

Within a second, you and Hitoshi are at the entrance to the alleyway by the bar, a gust of wind being propelled down the alley as you skid to a stop.

You find Tom, the bar regular, pinning a petrified women to the brick wall. He’s got a knife pressed to her throat as tears stream down her face. The bitter scent of her fear is so strong your nose scrunches, and her racing pulse pounds in your ears.

Tom’s other hand is tugging the sleeve of her shirt over her shoulder, but stops as he turns to the alley entrance in annoyance at the sudden disturbance.

He drops the knife in shock when he notices just who has interrupted him, his own heart skipping a beat or two as he takes you in.

You know the moon and street lamps must paint you and Hitoshi in a terrifying light. The two of you look as if you’ve just returned from a massacre. Eyes soulless and calculating, black veins branching out to your temples and down your cheeks.

Tom gasps once he catches a real look at you, frantically taking a few steps back from the women who appears as if she’s stopped breathing to seem invisible. She trembles, nails grating against the brick wall behind as she silently slides down to sit in the gravel.

“W-what the fuck are you two doing here?” Tom stutters, instinctively shifting so his back is facing away from the looming threat. You grin, a sick sense of satisfaction swelling in your stomach, and the lingering bloodlust of hunting down your prey makes your fingers twitch. You can help this lady and scare the hell out of Tom at the same time.

Before Tom can blink, you’re standing in front of him, gripping his throat and digging your nails in as you lift him until he’s on the very tips of his toes.

“Aw,” you say with a fake pout. “What’s the matter Tom, not happy to see us? Ha, you’re scared of Toshi and I, aren’t you? But why? We’re just a couple of filthy fucking vamps after all,” you sneer, nails piercing his skin and sending rivulets of blood down his throat. He scrambles to hang onto your wrist, vigorously shaking his head no as his face turns red.

Hitoshi appears next to you. “What the fuck were you doing to that poor lady Tom?” He smiles with a crazed look in his eyes, clearly a beast playing with its food. “You aren’t hurting her, are you? Cuz that’d make me awfully angry if you were.”

Tom tries to speak, but you squeeze your hand against his trachea and he chokes, wheezing pitifully. He looks terrified, and you’re pretty sure you could get off from it.

“N-no! Fuckin’ let me go!” Tom tries to wriggle free, hand coming up to try and swing at you but he misses and it makes you giggle. You cock your head, eyes alight with excitement.

“Too bad we don’t believe you. You’re the scum on the bottom of my shoe, Tom.”

“Should we kill him?” Hitoshi asks aloud, just to make Tom squirm. Said man’s face loses all its color when you take longer than necessary to pretend to consider it.

“Mm, no, not this time,” you finally answer. Hitoshi pouts when you glance at him. “But we can hurt him,” you reassure, bloodlust pulsating to down your toes. You turn back to Tom and speak in a tone that surely has the hair on the back of his neck standing up. “If either of us catches you at the bar again, I promise you’ll die by the hands of a fucking blood sucker. Do you understand me?”

Tom nods so fast you think his neck might snap.

With a flick of your wrist you’re flinging Tom down the alley way until he collides with the corner of a metal dumpster. His skull hits it with a loud crack, and he crumples to the ground in a heap. His hand flies to the back of his head as he cries out in pain, swaying as he pushes himself to stand on unsteady legs. He stares at you and Hitoshi like a deer in headlights, freezing momentarily before sprinting away with his tail tucked between his legs.

You sigh dejectedly through your nose, grinding your teeth to release some of the energy still blistering inside you, and Hitoshi tends to the sobbing woman nearby. She’s skittish as he helps her to her feet and guides her to her car. He offers to drive her to the hospital or to call the police, but she declines profusely, affirming she’ll go to the police station herself.

As much as she’s grateful, she’s clearly afraid of you and Hitoshi.

The entire ordeal has heat pooling between your legs. The fact that is was a real possibility that you could’ve beaten the shit out of Tom, and the leftover adrenaline from your hunt has your pussy clenching between your legs. You really want to rub your thighs together for some relief.

It doesn’t help in the slightest that Hitoshi seems to be just as worked up. He’s drumming his fingers on his thigh as he walks back to you, too restless to relax enough and allow his features to return to what they normally are, and you’re in the same boat.

“She okay?” You ask, fidgeting in place. You swallow a mouthful of cotton, clenching your jaw to root yourself in place and keep from flinging yourself at your long time friend.

“She’s fine, heading to the police now,” he says distractedly, not hiding the blatant way he drags his eyes up and down your body. The tension between you is thick, starting to blaze, and your frigid skin is a bit more flushed than normal.

Two years of pining is clawing at the back your throat, trying to escape. The way Hitoshi looks in the moonlight, looking as if he’s fucked out from the high of hunting, well, it makes your mouth water.

You’re about to pipe up and tell Hitoshi you need to leave. To go home and stuff yourself with your fingers until you cum picturing him, but then Hitoshi is in your space, crowding you and backing you into the brick wall until it scratches at your skin through your shirt.

You adamantly stare at Hitoshi’s blood soaked t-shirt as you become too shocked to move, but he settles one finger under your chin and applies enough pressure to force your head up to see his sly smile.

“I know we’ve been friends for a long time, but I really wanna fuck you right now,” he murmurs lowly, other hand sliding down to sneak under the hem of your shirt and drag sharp nails over your side. “This is probably a terrible time to admit this, but fuck it.” He slips two fingers into your waistband and tugs you close. “I like you.”

The back of your skull knocks into brick when you look up at him with heavy lidded eyes, arousal ringing through your bones and making your gums ache with the need to bite.

“I like you too, Hitoshi.“

“Yeah?” He drawls, voice smoky and hopeful as a satisfied smile worms its way onto his lips. He drags his nail from your chin down to the hollow of your throat, smoothing his other hand up your stomach and slipping beneath the hem of your bra up to roughly squeeze a handful of your tit.

Your lids flutter while you moan, running your tongue slowly from fang to fang, and Hitoshi tracks the movement with a dark hunger in his eyes.

“You gonna fuck me here in the alley Hitoshi? Where anyone could see?” You tease, fisting the front of his shirt with both hands.

The tension between you coils tight. tight. tight. as you slide your hands over his collarbone, up the back of his neck, and tangle in his soft hair. Hitoshi leans in closer, lips parting on a soft groan as he grabs your hips.

“That’s fucking right I am baby,” he whispers, lips barely brushing yours.

Hitoshi presses his mouth firmly to yours, kissing you hot and slick with a newfound desperation as your lips connect again and again.

One of your fangs catches on Hitoshi’s bottom lip and tears the skin open. He moans like a whore, chest rumbling as the blood consumed earlier has now had enough time to circulate through his veins and flow dark red down his chin. The urge to taste consumes you. You push forward to catch the blood with your tongue, lapping it off his chin with a lustful moan.

Hitoshi hisses, gripping the hair at the nape of your neck and yanks until your skull crashes into the wall, leaving a decent sized dent in its wake. You gasp his name, hands flying up to hold his forearms as he tilts your head to this side, the muscles in your neck straining unpleasantly.

Hitoshi makes a sound of understanding as something dawns on him, and he snickers a little.

“You want it to hurt, don’t you? My little masochist,” Hitoshi taunts, pressing the long line of his body against yours, and you whine. His cock is hard and straining against his zipper, digging harshly into your stomach. “Can I have a bite baby girl? Pretty please?” He teases, tongue dragging up the side of your neck and smearing his blood all over.

“Fuck!” You yelp, a sharp fang nicking you. “Please, yes, make it hurt Hitoshi,” you demand, anticipation making your toes curl in your shoes. He chuckles, ripping your shirt as he yanks it over your shoulder, and you have to fist his shirt again to anchor yourself.

Hitoshi holds you by the waist with one hand, tightens his hold on your hair, and presses a tender kiss to your collarbone before sinking his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder.

His fangs slice through your skin like a hot knife to butter, and it hurts so. fucking. much.

Vamps are not meant to bite other vamps.

You scream, uncaring who hears, and your nails cut into Hitoshi’s biceps. The pain is hot and it flares brightly, radiating up to your jaw when Hitoshi sucks deeply. He moans and it vibrates throughout your shoulder.

You thrash in his unrelenting grip, a sob welling up in the back of your throat, but Hitoshi doesn’t let you move. Your pussy throbs, soaking your panties and Hitoshi’s cock keeps jerking in his jeans.

“Hitoshi,” you plead, voice hoarse. “I want you, so fucking bad. Please.” Hitoshi sucks once more to force a whimper out of you before retracting his teeth, the slick sensation of his teeth sliding free from the deep muscle inside your shoulder sends a jolt straight to your clit.

Blood pours from the the open wound on your neck, down your collarbone and the metallic scent makes your mouth water. Hitoshi releases your hair, lapping at the raw wound a few times, and leans back to lick his lips clean with a sigh. His chest rumbles with satisfaction.

Your hand sneaks down to cup his cock through his jeans, squeezing and making him gasp in surprise. Hitoshi tilts his head down to leer at the way you slip your hand under the waistband of his pants, sliding under his briefs and all the way down the smooth skin of his shaft. You squeeze his balls and his hips buck up into your hand, a choked off moan escaping him. Hitoshi grips your jaw tightly, forcing you to look up.

“Don’t tease,” he warns darkly, a few more pitch black veins branching out from his underneath his eyes and snaking down his cheeks.

You smile coyly and free your hand, quickly unbuttoning his pants and yanking them, along with his briefs, down to his mid thighs. His cock bobs free, heavy enough that it smacks his pelvis before settling on sticking straight out. Your pussy aches at the sight, and suddenly you need to run your tongue along the underside of his shaft, to gather the precum beading there, or you might die all over again.

Hitoshi reaches for the back of his shirt and slips it off, dropping it carelessly into a pile by his feet. You start to sink to your knees, intent on fulfilling your own desire, when he snatches your wrist and keeps you upright. You whine loudly in protest and Hitoshi grins lazily in return, the corners of his eyes crinkling at your desperation.

“Later, sweetheart. I’ll take you home and let you suck my cock to your heart’s desire, but right now, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.”

With that, Hitoshi effortlessly spins you around and forces you to catch yourself with your palms flat on the brick. He noses at the back of your neck and reaches his hands around to unbutton your shorts. He slips his thumbs into the waistband and yanks until all the material falls to the floor.

You instinctively step out of them, sneakers only getting caught once before you kick them aside. Hitoshi rests a hand on your lower back and pushes, encouraging you to arch and show yourself to him. You do so eagerly, breath hitching when the cool night air hits your slick, sensitive pussy.

Hitoshi reaches down between your thighs to place two fingers on your clit, rubbing slow circles into it that have you digging your forehead into the brick wall. The thumb of his other hand comes up to spread you open more, dragging it down to part the soft lips of your pussy.

“Fuck, you are so soft, it’s driving me insane. That feel good baby?” He coos, playing with your clit a little faster as electricity shoots up your spine. You nod, fingers curling into brick and making some of it crumble.

“Yes, it’s so good. Fuck me, c’mon Hitoshi.”

“Say please,” he chides. “You have manners don’t you?”

“Please, fuck me,” you say through gritted teeth.

“That’s my girl,” he teases, the blunt tip of his cock sliding over you. Hitoshi reaches up and cups the wound on your shoulder, pinching the area until blood wells up in his palm.

You feeeze, goosebumps littering your arms when you hear the slick noise of Hitoshi pumping his cock….with your blood. A startled laugh bursts out of you.

“You’re fucking nasty Hitoshi,” you say with amusement, forehead pushing further into the wall.

“Yeah,” he confirms with a breathy sigh, nudging his cock against your tight pussy, a slow press of his hips until the tip pops in. “But you’re the whore who loves it.” Hitoshi buries his cock inside you to the hilt, hips smacking into your ass as you cry out from the burning stretch.

“Fuckk,” you groan hoarsely, bracing yourself on your forearms, and Hitoshi snickers. Slender fingers hold tight to your waist as he pulls his hips back, letting his cock create a delicious friction that has you shivering. Then he shoves himself back inside and starts to build a steady rhythm.

“Your pussy’s better than I imagined, oh my fucking god,” Hitoshi says like he can’t quite believe he’s having sex with you.

Hitoshi, unsurprisingly, can read you pretty well, and so, he fucks you like hates you, but he whispers the sweetest praise in your ear at the same time. The pleasure starts to build pathetically quickly behind your belly button, and you drop one hand down to play with your clit.

Hitoshi catches your wrist, reaches for the other one and then leans back and twists. He traps both your hands with one of his and rests your now immobile hands at the small of your back.

His pace doesn’t falter as he tangles fingers in your hair and wrenches your head back a few inches, pushing forward and slamming the side of your face into the brick as pain crackles across your temple.

The moan you let out bounces off the surrounding walls.

“Cum on my cock, or don’t fucking cum at all.” Hitoshi’s voice is like ice, hips starting to snap shallowly as he repeatedly nails your g-spot.

“Fuck!” You cry out. “Okay, okay! Hitoshi, oh my god, make me cum on your cock!” You can tell that the skin on your cheekbone has torn, more blood leaking down and into your mouth.

“That’s what I like to hear, good girl.” Hitoshi frees your hair and preoccupies himself with smacking your ass, never letting go of your wrists. You breath catches, exhaling shakily when he tugs one of your ass cheeks to the side and spits. He rubs the pad of his thumb over your rim and pushes inside.

Your pussy flutters and clings to Hitoshi’s cock like she never wants to let go, and the knot in your lower pelvis unravels furiously as your orgasm pulses through you. Hitoshi whines, dropping your wrists and hooks his thumb even deeper to tug at your rim as he places his free hand near your head.

“Shit, that’s it baby. You’re gonna make me cum,” Hitoshi manages to say between moans. His breath hitches, and then he’s pushing himself in to the hilt as he cock kicks with his release.

It’s silent as Hitoshi rests his forehead on your shoulder and kisses the back of it sweetly while you come back down to earth. The pleasure fades into oversensitivity, and you’re hyper aware of how full you feel and how sticky you still are with blood. You twist one hand behind you and push weakly at his bare stomach.

“Hitoshi, pull out. It’s getting uncomfortable,” you complain, fidgeting slightly.

He groans, but ultimately he bends to your will and pulls free from you with a slick noise. You sigh gently, feeling your features smooth out, and flip around to lean your weight on the wall. Hitoshi’s eyes have turned purple once again, and he looks far more normal now.

Well, as normal as somebody covered in dried blood can.

You start to giggle when you take in the sight of him. He’s an absolute wreck and he rolls his eyes before joining in your laughter.

It’s then that you notice the sky starting to turn pink and Hitoshi’s expression softens considerably.

“Want to stay at my place?” He asks sheepishly, offering you your shorts and underwear. You take them with a grateful smile, sliding them on and grimacing at the filthy sensation of cum in your panties. Hitoshi finishes tucking himself away and you reach a hand out to him. He grins and sweetly laces his fingers with yours.

“I guess sleeping in your bed doesn’t sound like the worst option available.”

Thankfully, once you get to Hitoshi’s blacked out apartment, you’re able to shower and then flop down in his bed and curl into his chest.

Yeah, being two of the only vampires in town isn’t so bad after all.

[hisokamywaifu]

Kinktober Day 8 - SOMNOPHILIA with Hitoshi Shinso

Warnings: smut, somnophilia, probably cursing, cumming inside, unprotected sex, female dom!reader x sub!shinso, use of mistress, consensual

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You had seemingly just fallen asleep when you were awakened again. Glancing around the room, it was still dark, and the clock read 2:58.

You were about to roll over and go back to sleep, when you saw what had woken you. Shinso was sleeping next to you, as always, but he was letting out little whimpers.

You peered at him, trying to see what was the matter, when he thrusted his hips forward, letting out a needy whine.

Oh.

Oh.

A grin spread across your face.

Lightly pushing his sleep shorts down, you brushed your hand gently across his hard dick.

You had both talking about doing this in passing, but now that it was actually happening, you were feeling giddy.

The thought that he had no conception of what was happening, the thought that you could do whatever you wanted to him in this state, made you aroused enough to feel ready to take him immediately, but first you decided to get him even more needy.

Rubbing his nipples gently, you brought a knee up to his crotch. His head fell onto your shoulder, and as he humped into your leg, he let out little grunts with each thrust.

"Good boy." You cooed quietly, as you softly brushed his hair out of his face.

You gazed at him, his eyes remaining closes even with his face scrunched up with pleasure.

"M-mistress."

Your eyes widened at the title. It was true you had always been the dominant one in your relationship, but there had never really been any titles used.

His mumbled words made you ready to take him, to use him, just like a toy.

Undressing yourself, you stroked his cock, rubbing the pre around. Bringing your soaked entrance to his tip, you immediately sunk down, wet enough to take you almost all the way down.

Hitoshi moaned at the wet tightness, but was still lost in his dream.

Slowly rocking your hips, his eyes started fluttering, but they soon closed again.

You were ready to wake him up. Lifting yourself off of his dick, you quickly sat back down again, and you grabbed his wrists to pin them above his head.

This time, he woke up, eyes blinking blearily before taking in the situation and widening.

"Oh fuuuck." He groaned, unable to keep up with what was happening as you grinned at him, continuing to ride him a bruising pace.

From the sounds he was making, and the neediness in his actions, you could tell he was already close. You were too.

"You wanna come, baby?"

He could barely focus on your words, but he managed a weak "yes, y/n please".

Remembering what he had said before, you smirked. "Don't you mean Mistress?"

You grinned as he froze, gazing up at you with shining eyes.

Purposefully clenching down on him, you pointedly looked at him until he let out a "please, mistress", and you took him into a kiss as you felt him hitting all the right places inside you, "come for me."

As he let go, he let out a loud moan, cum shooting inside you. The feeling of him hitting his high led you into your own, tightening before letting go, waves of pleasure shooting through you.

As you both came down, Hitoshi still looked shocked at your actions.

Pulling him closer in your arms, you let yourself relax.

"So, what were you dreaming about?"

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a/n

sorry, this was really bad. I'm trying to get everything done for kinktober, and some things are being more prioritized, and I know this fic was kinda crappy

anyway, check out some of my other fics, theyre definitely better than this

Kinktober Masterlist Link

[babylambdietcoke]

It’s October and I haven’t seen a fic yet…

[yanderecrazysie]

Pet Play with Shinsou

DAY 1 OF KINKTOBER

Kink: Pet Play

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

WARNINGS: NSFW, DUB-CON, yandere themes

Note: My husband was mad that I left it off where I did, but they’re all supposed to be short so asdsfdghdfsda

It’s only after a long day that Shinsou returns home from work, leaving you curled up in your cage, lonely and bored. The days drag on more than ever before and you suspect it’s because of how much you’ve warmed up to your captor.

If you sit too tall you end up hitting your head on the metal bars, so you keep your head low, even as your master’s arrival startles you.

Shinsou always has such a stern look on his face, but the moment you’re in his sight, his expression softens. “Who’s a good kitty? You want out?”

You almost nod, then stop yourself. After all, kitties don’t nod. Shinsou leans down and unlocks the cage door, swinging it open to let you crawl out and stretch, cramped muscles burning from being trapped inside for so long.

“I have a gift for you, kitty. Give me a second…” the purple-haired man reaches into one of his shopping bags and fishes out a piece of pink leather. On closer inspection, you see that it’s a collar, a bejewled, sparkly one at that. 

It’s not your type, but kitties can’t complain.

He beckons you closer with a finger and you obediently crawl forward, taking a moment to rub your cheek against his leg. The man leans down and pulls your hair away from your neck, fastening the collar around your neck and clicking it into place. You’re surprised it fit, but you almost wish it didn’t, for with every movement, the bell in the middle jingles obnoxiously.

Shinsou’s fingers slide under your chin and began gently scratching. You stretch out your neck and closed your eyes, leaning into the motion like you knew he wanted you to.

“I got you something else,” Shinsou adds. He goes back to the plastic bags and began searching through them before victoriously holding up a leash.

Your heart sinks.

“Most kitties don’t wear leashes, but I think you should. After all, you’re always being such a naughty kitty.” His eyes glitter dangerously and you know he’s thinking about your failed escape attempt. You shrink into yourself, hoping he doesn’t lose his temper.

Thankfully, he doesn’t. Instead he clips the leash to your collar and gives it a little tug. Your collar chokes you for a moment and your hand comes up to claw at your collar, to give you room to breathe.

“Sorry, kitty,” Shinsou coos, stroking your hair from the top of your head to the very ends. He reaches down and readjusts your tail and you inadvertently squeeze around the uncomfortable buttplug.

The cat ear headband is also paid attention to, the purple-haired man scratching at the bits of fabric. You lean into it again, pretending that you can feel the motions and that you enjoy them.

Shinsou’s hand pets you again, but this time, it’s different. His hand moves past your hair and slides down your naked body, following the curve of your ass before moving to the front and touching your clit with the utmost gentleness. Even though you knew it was coming, you can’t hold back the sharp gasp and hip jerk that came with the action.

Shinsou smirks above you and heat floods your cheeks. You know what is coming now, and you never knew how to feel about it.

“Would my pretty little pussycat mind if I played with her pretty little pussy?” Shinsou asks. You know better than to answer- kitties couldn’t speak, after all.

Shinsou presses onwards, his fingers expertly playing with your clit and labia, teasingly circling your entrance as you began to grow wet from his actions. You whimper and toss your head back, always so sensitive to his foreplay.

“Good kitty,” he coos in your ear.

You let your legs spread a little wider to really let him work on you. He takes the movement as an invitation to plunge two fingers into your slick hole. With two fingers there and the buttplug still inserted, you immediately feel stuffed. 

You whine a little, trying to pull his hand away but he smacks your frantic fingers away, “No no, kitty. Be a good kitty.”

You do your best to stay still as he agonizingly stretches you out. His other hand begins to unzip his pants as he pulls you closer by the tail.

“Now, kitty, it’s time for the best part.”

[plutoleah]

Kinktober 2024

01/10: (MHA) Denki - Edging

02/10: (JJK) Sub! Gojo and Geto - Threesome

03/10: (Dangarompa) Nagito - Virginity

04/10: (Dangarompa) Fuyuhiko- Kidnapping

05/10: (MHA) Shinso - Mind control

06/10: (JJK) Nanami - Belly bulge

07/10: (Genshin) Nuvilette and Zhongli - Stuck in a wall

08/10: (Genshin) Dottore - Aphrodisiac + Tentacles

09/10: (JJK) Toji - Blow jobs

10/10: (Obey me) Sub! Levi - Overstimulated

11/10: (Genshin) Tartaglia - Chasity belt

12/10: (JJK) Gojo and Geto - Double penetration in one hole

13/10: (HSR) Blade - Orgasm denial

14/10: (TDLOSK) Kaido - Fucking machine

15/10: (JJK) Itadori - Spanking

16/10: (Genshin) Sub! Thoma - Cock warming

17/10: (Dangarompa) Nagito - Degration

18/10: (Obey me) Mammon - Oral fixation

19/10: (BSD) Chuuya - Hate sex

20/10: (JJK) Choso - Shower sex

21/10: (Obey me) Belphine - Pegging

22/10: (Obey me) Lucifer - Sex toys

23/10: (Genshin) Sub! Venti - Breeding

24/10: (TDLOSK) Saiki - Sex pollen

25/10: (Obey me) Satan - Pet play

26/10: (JJK) Toji - Size difference

27/10: (Genshin) Ga'ming - Phonesex

28/10: (Haikyu) Sub! Nishinoya - Humiliation

29/10: (Obey me) Simeon - Prostate massage

30/10: (Haikyu) Kuroo - Cock rings

31/10: (Genshin) Itto - Mirror sex

[mushhroooms]

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

new theme and my kinktober masterlist??? I am cooking >:)

Day 1. Oviposition - Neuvillette (Genshin)

Day 2. Threesome - Alphonse and Seth (Yuurivoice)

Day 3. Breeding - Sunday (Honkai)

Day 4. Virginity - Welt (Honkai)(College professor AU)

Day 5. Masturbation - Dr. Ratio (Honkai)

Day 6. Kidnapping - Charles (Yuurivoice)

Day 7. Mind Control - Pro hero! Shinso (AKA after timeskip)(MHA)

Day 8. Belly Bulge - Muriel (The Arcana)

Day 9. Praise kink - Charlie (Yuurivoice)(Sub Charlie)

Day 10. Aphrodisiacs - Julian (The Arcana)

Day 11. Blow jobs - Gojo (JJK)

Day 12. Overstimulation - Auron (Yuurivoice)

Day 13. Dom/Sub - Kaeya (Genshin)

Day 14. Breath Play - Sampo (Honkai)

Day 15. Spanking - Gallagher (Honkai)

Day 16. Oral Fixation - Getou (JJK)(Reader receiving)

Day 17. Hidden Vibrator - Toji (JJK)

Day 18. Elevator - Ijichi (JJK)

Day 19. Spooning - Aventurine (Honkai)

Day 20. Honeymoon sex - Nanami (JJK)

Day 21. Aftercare - Welt (Honkai)(College professor AU)

Day 22. Biting - Vampire! Auron (Yuurivoice)

Day 23. Mutual Masturbation - Alhaitham (Overseas bf au)(Phone sex)

Day 24. Size Difference - Big Red (Yuurivoice)

Day 25. Mirror - Kenshi (Mortal Kombat)

Day 26. Summoning - Lucifer (Hazbin)

Day 27. Marking - Sebastian (Black Butler)

Day 28. Jealousy - Dabi (MHA)

Day 29. Electroplay - Pro hero! Denki (AKA after timeskip)

Day 30. Bondage - Itto (Genshin)(Sub Itto)

Day 31. Deepthroating - Finn (Yuurivoice)(Sub Finn)

[cutecatlov3r]

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

she/they ! 8teen . call me A !

bnha ↓

izuku x reader [innocent religious boy is corrupted by you .]

bnha x reader [masked men get their chance to ruin you .]

what song they'd fuck you to [bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero, shoto, izuku, shinso, and tamaki]

dabi x reader [you're his personal ashtray .]

dabi x reader [toxic ex-bf! dabi hcs]

keigo x reader [pre bf! and bf! keigo hcs]

denki , sero , kirishima , katsuki x reader [getting ran through .]

iida, shoto, izuku x reader [getting ran through .]

katsuki x reader [twt link .]

katsuki x reader [he’s gone(?)]

kinktober [katsuki bakugou]

jjk ↓

what song they'd fuck you to [gojo, megumi, itadori, yuta, inumaki, and nanami]

gojo x reader [he loves mocking you .]

nanami x reader [daddy! nanami hcs /// healing daddy issues]

itadori x reader [delulu itadori hcs]

kinktober [nanami kento]

aot ↓

what song they'd fuck you to [eren, jean, and armin]

hq ↓

what song they'd fuck you to [hinata, kageyama, tsukishima, nishinoya, sugawara, iwaizumi, oikawa, atsumu, osamu, suna, bokuto, akaashi, kuroo, and kenma]

kenma x reader [enemies to lovers, some drabbles]

nishinoya x reader [daddy! nanami hcs // healing daddy issues]

kinktober [hinata shoyo]

fairytail ↓

what song they'd fuck you to [natsu, gray, gajeel, jellal, and zeref]

blue lock ↓

what song they'd fuck you to [bachira, isagi, sae, rin, nagi, and reo]

bachira x reader [pervert! bachira hcs]

sae x reader [punishing you for giving him a hickey .]

kinktober [bachira meguru]

sk8 the infinity ↓

reki x reader [ruining him .]

demon slayer ↓

tanjiro x reader [twt link .]

[uhzuku]

How about a Shou-nya fic, where the reader is having a movie night with izuku and eri, and shouta comes back from the grocery store(he went to buy the apple cookies/candies that eri loves) with another hybrid under his arms, and is like, "meet my son, Hitoshi-" ✨️[ while reading the last one, I thought Eri's brother would be Shinso, was quite surprised to find Izuku as the brother instead. I love izuku but, I need my purple head son in the scene.😭]

sorry this took ages, been working on kinktober chcbrjcj but i wrote it all at once so have at it <3

“do you think unicorns exist in other worlds, maybe?” eri asks quietly, curled up against your belly and chest on the big couch while hugging her tail and gazing at the brightly flashing lights from the tv screen as the object in question quietly walked through the woods. rubbing her ears gently and drawing a stuttery purr ( she was still learning! ) you chuckle softly. 

“i don’t see why not,” you reply gently, and she giggles excitedly. 

“i hope i have one in another world, they’re so pretty,” she sighs, her eyes drooping a little as she grows more and more tired. her brother, curled up behind you, is already dozing and on the verge of sliding into a deeper sleep — something you wished eri could follow suit with when it came to bedtimes. that being said, you’d not regretted bringing the two home a single time, and they’d more than made a home for themselves in your and shouta’s hearts. shouta, despite trying to keep up the grumpy old man exterior you were so fond of, was obsessed with the two and hardly let them out of his sight. he had no problem with eri following him everywhere and demanding to be carried or izuku asking endless questions, no problem sharing his nap spots with them and making larger meals when it was his turn to cook and sacrificing all of his personal time to pay attention to them. he was perfect — and while at first you’d worried that maybe he would grow tired of it after living such a quiet, lazy life, he’d shown too much mild-mannered excitement to really convince you that that had happened. he enjoyed the two living with you both, and you were more than happy with your decision once the misunderstanding he had initially had had cleared up. 

eri yawns hard and nuzzles into you, seeking out the natural warmth your body would provide her despite the many blankets you and shouta kept on the couch for the two kittens to roll around on and nest in. as she begins to fall asleep, you sneakily take your cellphone and begin searching amazon for the best unicorn plushies you can find, knowing exactly what the little girl would like best after the last year and a half with her. she’d say she liked anything you got her, but she’d be especially obsessed if the toy’s mane was light blue, and that’s what you would find her. while searching, you glance at the time and nibble at your lip nervously. 

shouta should have been home at least two hours ago. 

you’d trusted him to go out and get some snacks for the four of you as well as pick up the food you’d ordered for dinner; while you’d both been cooking more at home with two little mouths to feed, tonight was friday, and the two always got to pick on fridays whether they wanted to order out or cook at home. he’d gone out at a little past five and should have been back around six or six-thirty, but it was almost eight and you were getting nervous and the kids were getting hungry, so you made them both popcorn and put on a couple movies. 

what could have happened? it wasn’t abnormal for families to have hybrids do some chores, not since they’d gained a few more freedoms in 2019, so no one would question shouta being there or give him a hard time over it — and same with the fast food place. he had his identification card with all of your info and his on it, he had more than enough money for everything, he was fully clothed and spoke well, so he should have been home with no issues — and yet here you were, and here he was not. 

you were almost ready to wake izuku and tell him to keep an eye on his sister while you went out to look for shouta ( although in a way that wouldn’t worry the two ) when you hear the door unlock and open. the smell of the food you’d ordered slowly begins to enter the house, and a gruff, “‘m home,” from shouta in the entry hall makes you relax. 

“if you ever go that long without updating me when you’re gonna run late, i’m gonna kick your ass,” you sigh, knowing he can hear you. you hear him chuckle lightly in the kitchen, and you roll your eyes as eri and izuku both start to stir from the smell of food hitting them. 

blinking awake tiredly, eri’s eyes brighten when the smell fully reaches her. “food!” she squeaks excitedly, wiggling out of your grip. “and sho! food ‘nd sho!”

izuku also abandons you on the couch with an excited noise, and you sigh through a smile before following their swinging tails to the kitchen where you could hear shouta unpacking everything. the slightly scared gasp that follows eri when she reaches the door to the kitchen, however, has you on alert and you rush over, scooping her up into your arms where she clings to you. 

“i have acquired a child,” you hear shouta rumble, and you let out a disbelieving noise. 

“shouta, what the fuck does that mean?!” you ask wildly, and you peer into the kitchen only for your eyes to widen. 

behind shouta was a purple-haired kitten that looked to be around izuku’s age, and he looked absolutely terrified. of what, you were unsure, but hopefully you could help him — shouta wouldn’t bring him home without such an intent in mind.  

“he’s purple,” eri whispers from her place in your arms, and you nod slightly. 

“yes… he is…” you answer slowly, never taking your eyes off of him. izuku moves to go in, and the other boy lets out a frightened hiss, his own fluffy tail shooting up and izuku racing to move behind you. never tearing your eyes from the new boy, you notice how he does the same with shouta, his little fluffy head peeking out from behind the eldest hybrid, and your heart aches. 

god, he’s a mess. sticks and debris in his hair, cuts and scrapes and dirt all over, no shoes and shredded old clothes — he had to be a stray of some kind. 

“he’s ours now,” shouta says simply, returning to unbagging the food. there’s extra there, likely for the new kitten he’s brought home, and you watch as he flicks the boy in the face with his thick tail and the kittenboy relaxes a little before making your way into the kitchen as well. he puffs up again, eyes filling with slight panic, but you pay it no mind and sit eri on her chair before coaxing her brother into the kitchen as well. 

“come on, izuku, it’s time to eat,” you say softly, but he’s too busy glancing worriedly between the boy and his chair to do so. 

“he won’t do anything, kit,” shouta rumbles lowly, ���y’just startled him — come eat your dinner. i know you’re hungry.”

“i am!” eri squeals excitedly, kicking her legs in her chair and grinning when shouta gives her her plate. she starts eating immediately and wiggles happily in her seat. 

izuku, trusting shouta implicitly, quietly squeezes into the kitchen and into his seat, thanking shouta softly when given his own plate and receiving a nod in return. he starts eating as well, and your eyes lock with shouta’s and he asks you a silent question that you answer with a glance to the kitten hybrid behind him ( who’s looking at the other children eating with confusion ), and he sets to making the young boy his own plate as well. 

“here,” he grunts, “eat up.”

the boy is quiet for a long time, staring wistfully at the food but avoiding it as if it were a trap. “they haven’t eaten yet,” he mumbles, glancing at you as he says it, and you and shouta share another look before you take the plate from shouta’s hands and gently set it on the table in front of the boy, not wanting to startle him. 

“you can eat before me, sweetheart,” you say softly, your voice kind. “no one will be angry with you.”

“but — but humans are supposed to eat first!” he argues quietly, as if the thought of him eating before a human was absurd, before he realizes what he’d done and cowers back a little. “i’m sorry-!”

you swallow hard. god, you and shouta were gonna be in for it with this one. 

“eat dinner, sweet boy,” you say softly, trying your best to coax him back to you. “we all eat together here — eri and izuku are just really hungry, that’s why they’re eating already.”

“yeah, we waited forever!” eri says brightly through a mouthful of rice.

“don’t talk with your mouth full,” shouta scolds gently, and she giggles around it and goes back to eating happily. you move to stand beside him and begin taking out the groceries to put them away, and when you turn your back to put up some ice cream you’re pleased to hear a chair scoot a little and someone quietly begin eating. you know it’s the boy when shouta quietly prises him, and when you turn around and see him wolfing down the food, you sigh. 

it was going to be a long night for you two, it seemed. 

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[empathyschaoticlife]

first post of Kinktober!! uhh there are a lotta pet names, not proofread, sorry abt that :(, breeding kink, fem implied, safe sex NOT practiced (wrap the willy, guys. stay safe), last part rushed, sorry for starving you all for so long and the inconsistency. i wanna generate a schedule, but im hesitant, lemme know what you think, my lovlies (forgive me pls)!! uhhh mndi 18+ Enjoy!! mwah

he held you down by your fatty hips, bouncing your ass on his cock repeatedly, knocking stars into your pretty little head each time. He had you moaning and creaming on his dick, the cock head piercing your womb and filling you up. He then bent you over, angling to hit that spongy part of your velvety walls, ripping wanton moans from your flushed, kiss-bruised lips. "p-please!" your pleas going in one ear and out the other. "hm," he grunted, nearing his climax, "gotta be louder, baby. c-can't hear you when the pussy's this- fuck- this good." he moaned in your ear, nibbling on the cartilage and then standing up, placing your hands on a wall as he began to fuck into your cunt, bullying his cock into your cervix almost painfully. he smirked at the sound of your pleasurable mewls and moans spurred him on further, grabbing your hair and balling it into a fist, forcing your neck back. "g-gonna cum soon, baby... can i cum in you mama, please." he begged, hitting your g-spot once more as a means to convince you. "Y-yes, mhm. You can- fuck, you can cum in me." "good girl." he makes sure to prolong your orgasm cruelly, watching as you plead and whimper for the release burning and coiling in the pit of your stomach with a devilish smirk. once he let you orgasm, he combusted along with you. the sight of your pretty bruised lips exerting a rapturous moan that made him pity for your neighbors. the way your back arched and your eyes crossed before rolling to the back of your head and your tight cunt squeezed his cock, milking him for his load as his balls jerked and spilled lucrative amounts of cum into your womb. With the last of his energy, he pulled out of you, threw you over his shoulder and carried you to the bed, cleaning you off and then tucking you into bed, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead and lips. "sleep, pretty. You deserve it." ______________________________________________________________

Gojo, Toji, Sukana, Nanami, Dazai, Kakashi, Itachi, Neji, Gaara, Levi (AOT), Eren, S4 Armin, Kaneki, Lawliet, Sebastian (Black Butler), Yato (Noragamo), Ban, Dabi, Shigaraki, One For All, daddy Mr. Compress, Shinso, Oikawa, Kuroo, Bokuto, Asahi, Kageyama, Genos, Isagi, bachira, Kunigami, Barou & any of your other favs <33

[elssero]

hi guys, i’m putting kinktober on the back burner for now until i feel more interested in writing those prompts.

but i want to write a fwb situation for someone but idk who.

[matchaxberries]

Hi everyone, my friends and I came up with a kinktober list for me to try to write for this year. Some may be one-shots and others may be headcanons or drabbles, depends what I have time for. :3 Once the fic is created its day will have an underline and you’ll be able to click it. (Can we pretend I’m not like 10 million days behind rn.) I’m also going to continue working on them in November!! (Update Nov 10th; I will get to this eventually I got very busy irl.)

Day 1: Biting/Markings ~ Montgomery Gator (FNAF)

Day 2: Piercings ~ Uta (Tokyo Ghoul)

Day 3: Masked ~ Kakashi Hatake (Naruto)

Day 4: Stay Quiet ~ Tenya Iida (BNHA)

Day 5: Haunted Party ~ Zen/Hyun Ryu (MM)

Day 6: Blood/Knives ~ Strade (BTD)

Day 7: Ghost Face/Slasher ~ Himiko Toga (BNHA)

Day 8: Masturbation ~

Day 9: Phone Sex ~

Day 10: BDSM ~ Ren Hana (BTD2)

Day 11: Ghost Possession ~ Hitoshi Shinso (BNHA)

Day 12: Pet Names ~

Rules

Masterlist

[hisokamywaifu]

Kinktober 2023! 👹

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**All fics are DOM READER**

Week 1:

(1) DACRYPHILIA with Giyu Tomioka

(2) FEMINIZATION with Tamaki Amajiki

(3) ORAL FIXATION with Kyojuro Rengoku

(4) ~x~

(5) THIGH RIDING with Zenitsu Agatsuma

(6) RIMMING with Katsuki Bakugo

(7) TEASE with Keigo Takami

Week 2:

(8) SOMNOPHILIA with Hitoshi Shinso

(9) BRAT TAMING with Neito Monoma

(10) EDGING with Sanemi Shinazugawa (Part 1)

(11) DOUBLE PENETRATION x THREESOME with Sanemi and Genya Shinazugawa (Part 2 of Day 10)

(12 - 14) ~x~

Week 3:

(15) IGNORE with Izuku Midoriya

(16) PRAISE with Douma

(17-18) ~x~

(19) MASTERBATION with Kyojuro Rengoku

(20) COCKWARMING with Neito Monoma

(21) OVERSTIMULATION with Shoto Todoroki

Week 4:

(22) ~x~

(23) CAMBOY with Tomura Shigaraki

(24) LACTATION with Eijiro Kirishima

(25-26) ~x~

(27) BREEDING with Zenitsu Agatsuma

(28) CORRUPTION with Tanjiro Kamado

Week 5:

(31) A/B/O with omega!Muzan

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This is my first kinktober so...we'll see how it goes????? Idk what demon possessed me to have a fic for every single day in October but this isn't stressful at all...not one bit *nervous laughter*

I added some breaks because I don't think I'm gonna get all these done in time, and I changed a couple things, but honestly I think I'm doing better than expected for my first kinktober lol.

Fics will come out at 5:00 AM on the day they are set for.

(as things are posted, they will be linked on here).

Enjoy!

[scrawnykidstales]

Tamaki and Shinso are an interesting combination! Excited to read your Kinktober. :)

I know it’s not usually a couple you see in the MHA fandom but something about them together just makes sense.

I think it’s because there both the quiet kids who would rather not socialize, i think it’s so adorable :3

[writinginthedarkwood]

Hitoshi Shinso x Reader: The Vampires Prize Part 2

Happy Halloween friends!!! I would say that this is a Halloween special but I feel like supernatural fics have become my brand. So I wouldn’t really expect the ~spooky~ and the ~kinky~to disappear with the changing month.

Find the prologue to this here -> https://writinginthedarkwood.tumblr.com/post/188023875254/the-vampires-prize-pt-1-hitoshi-shinso-x-reader

Lemon content, blood play, master kink.

When you woke up, you were in the middle of a party. You sat alone at a table, people were dancing in Victorian era clothing. Long gothic dresses and tightened corsets. Leather pants and puffy sleeves. They twirled and floated together along the dance floor to the sound of a low sultry stand up bass, and a haunting cello melody. On the table is a beautiful golden chalice filled with blood red wine. You felt compelled to pick it up for some reason, but fought the urge. A cold hand gripped your shoulder and you jumped, the purple haired man smiled down at you with that wicked mouth of his. “How are you feeling Y/N?” His voice was hypnotic, the way he spoke low and monotone vibrated through your ears like your favorite song.

“Where are my friends?” You asked, trying to sound polite but coming across shaky and obviously full of fear. “Well they’re having a wonderful time over there, why don’t we join them on the dance floor?” He pointed to a corner of the room. May was sitting on Lee’s lap, you gasped in horror and covered your mouth. A woman was standing behind Lee, sucking on his neck hard enough that a light trickle of blood was streaming down his collar bone and into his hoodie. May had a man doing the same, but to her wrist. They hardly seemed to notice, they were passionately grinding into each other, mouths clashing and tongues shoving. The man chuckled and helped you stand up on shaky legs. His laugh was raspy, almost like he hadn’t used it a lot. “You’re not really dressed for a party such as this. Would you like something to change into?” He had slipped his hand onto your hip, pulling you close to his chest. You whipped around and ripped his hands off of you. “Don’t touch me! What the hell is happening here? Who are you?” He looked at you with a blank stare, almost like he was irritated that he had to explain anything to you. “I just said that we’re having a party. Look around, it’s almost my favorite night of the year.” His face softened a bit, giving you a look of pity. “I’m the master of this manor. You are welcome to address me as such.”  You looked closer at the people dancing around the room. Some of them had lace masks covering their eyes, and red contacts piercing through the black fabric. “It’s almost All Hallows Eve love, let’s celebrate.” He purred into your ear. A man drifted by with thick hair sticking out of his shirt collar, he had a mouth full of sharp canines.

Things started to click and make much more sense. It’s a Halloween party, there was nothing too strange going on. Everyone’s in costume, you scolded yourself for being so irrational. Why would I even think that something supernatural was going on. I turned to look at the strange man’s face, he gave me a small smirk. “Would you like a drink?” He picked the golden chalice up and pressed it to his lips, taking a small drink. He offered it to you, putting it close to your mouth. You let it part your lips, taking a test sip before gulping down a mouth full. You aren’t too familiar with the taste of wine, but this felt off. It was incredibly tangy, had an almost copper taste to it. You recoiled and shoved it away from your mouth. “What is that?” You felt your stomach churn. “Let’s say it’s my own special blend.” He gave you a wink and you suddenly felt a rush of panic. “Why did you bring me here?” You took a step back and bumped into someone else. They cursed at you under their breath, their drink sloshing onto the ground. “Watch it, bitch.” The woman hissed at you with a forked tongue.

Your heart was beating so loud you could hear it pulsing in your ears. The room was starting to blur, your sense of smell started to get overwhelmed. You could smell the harsh scent of sweating bodies along with something sweet. What was that sweet smell? “Take another sip, darling. Aren’t you hungry?” He pulled you into his arms and you greedily grabbed the beverage again and gulped it down. You almost choked sucking down the liquid so fast. “Very good kitten. Come with me.” He cupped your face softly with his slender fingers. He kissed the top of your head, and you took a deep breath, his scent flooding your head, completely intoxicating.

He pulled you along the dance floor, twirling you in sync with the others in a dreamy waltz. You couldn’t help but smile, every step you took felt like you were weightless. You weren’t the worst at dancing, but you were known to trip over your feet sometimes. You felt elegant dancing with him, every move you made complimented his. Your feet never came close to stepping on his, every time you were at arms length, you felt your breath hitch and you couldn’t wait to get back closer to him. He grabbed you by the waist and dipped you, staring deep in to his eyes. His beautiful lavender eyes glowed, a purple fluorescent hue you couldn’t look away from. He leaned in, connecting your lips together. You kissed him back with hunger. You shoved your tongue into his mouth and clawed at the back of his neck. He smiled into your mouth and pulled away from you. “Easy now love, you don’t want to leave the party already, do you?” You looked around, you weren’t the only ones in the throws of passion. People seemed to be kissing and heavy petting all over the ballroom. Especially on each others necks. The room was filled with pheromones. Your mind had a ringing voice in the back of it saying you were making a terrible mistake. You ignored it, and slammed your mouth back onto his, you felt starving. Nothing would feed your insatiable hunger except for just another taste of him.

His bedroom was dark and beautiful. The windows were covered with thick black curtains. A large iron bed with red silk sheets was at the center of the room, the furniture is lavish and expensive looking. The two of you had swept into the room, it was so easy for him to lift you in his arms. He pulled you by your hips to lay on top of him. You fell kind of sloppy onto his chest in a fit of giggles. Were you drunk off of one glass of wine? You felt like you had a drank an entire bottle, but instead of feeling sluggish and sick, you felt like you could feel everything so much more sensitively.

His teeth ran over your bottom lip. His fang ripped a thin line open on your wet flesh, a small amount of blood gushed to the surface and he licked it up.

Those props really feel stuck in there... like real fangs.

A moment of clarity washed over you and you tried to pull out of his arms. You don’t know this man, why are you throwing yourself at him like this? How did you even get to this mansion?

He seemed to notice your new hesitation. “Here darling, why don’t I get you another drink...” He ran a hand down your spine, leaving goose bumps all over your back. You know you should try and get away from him, find your friends and run back to your cars but... damn why does everything he does have to feel so good? “I- I don’t want another drink...” You stuttered as he slipped his hands even further up your tank top, pulling it over your head without it getting caught in your hair. “I need to find my friends. I should be leaving-”

He laid back with a stoic expression, his smirk wiped off of his face. “Leave? I have to disagree Y/N. I don’t think you need to go at all.” He grabbed your hips and grinded them against what was stiffening in his trousers. “In fact.” Your sex was starting to tingle, you felt yourself getting wetter. “You won’t be leaving any time soon.” You bit your lip, trying to hold back a soft moan as he rubbed you on himself. “You’ve caught my attention, and to put it simply...” He flipped you on your back, quickly pinning your wrists above your head. “I always get what I want.”

He bit down on your neck, it was soft at first, just a nibble. Getting kissed on the neck was one of your favorite guilty pleasures. The gentle tugging quickly shifted, and suddenly a very sharp and obvious pain stabbed underneath his mouth. His teeth sank into your skin. You cried out and pushed on his shoulders, his weight was heavy and he barely budged. He released your neck and licked at the wound, drinking up your life essence. “Here my love, have a taste.” He ran a fang over his own wrist and put it to your mouth. You couldn’t fend him off, the blood trespassed the boundary of your lips and pinged your tongue. You spit, the red substance splattering over your chin and his arm. “Now now kitten, you enjoyed it so much before. You better drink up or my feed is going to hurt.”

The wine you had before, was his blood?

“You’re really a- a-” You couldn’t finish your sentence, it felt ludicrous to even suggest that he could really be anything other than human. “A vampire.” He finished your sentence for you. “That’s not possible.” You squeaked out.

His dark laughter filled the room, echoing off of the walls. “Not possible yet here we are.” His eyes peered down at you with cat like curiosity. The candle light that gave little illumination to the room bounced off of the contours of his face. “I’m not just any old vampire either darling. I’m your new master, and you’re going to learn to submit to me.” He said his piece so calm, almost lovingly. He put his bloody wrist back up to your mouth and said in a more stern voice. “Now drink, or I’ll stop being gentle with you.” You let the fluid run over your tongue, the tangy almost sour taste instantly washed over your mind, giving you a rush of adrenaline. You barely noticed that he began sucking on your neck again, no pain at all this time. Just a sudden foggy bliss. You started squeezing your thighs together, rubbing your legs as you felt a low itch. You were getting restless, his tight body pressed down on you, he was still hard. “Master- I ohh~” He retracted his fangs and dragged a hand over the stream, soaking his hand in your blood and than placing it on your face. He stained his hand print on your cheek.

The rest of your clothing was peeled off of in just a few seconds. Your master pulled down his cotton pants, exposing his dripping staff. His thrusts were quick and short. He hardly pulled himself out of you before slamming his hips back into your throbbing cunt. You whined and cried out, hardly able to catch your breath between strokes. He’s relentless, clawing at your exposed skin with his sharp nails and leaving kisses along your face and collar bone. He was almost silent, just his wavered breath hitting your cheek in slight pants. Your body was shining with sweat, but his stayed cold to the touch. “You’re so well behaved, I knew you were the perfect one for me.” He cooed in your ear. “Cum for me my sweet play thing, I want to reward you for being such a good whore.” He kissed under your ear. He stopped his thrusts and held his cock in you. He hooked his thumb on your clit and rubbed quick circles. You gasped and felt the orgasm that was already building rush over you, it quickly rocked your body and you screamed out. “M-master!” He moved his hips again, losing pace and just bucking into you with wild fever. He grunted into your ear, his voice getting caught slightly in his throat. “Good kitty.” He moaned and with a final thrust you felt the only warmth coming from him shoot into your shaking body. He pulsed into you with a sigh, letting every drop of his cum flow before pulling out. “Being a vampire lords special toy has its benefits does it not?” He muttered over top of your lips, giving you a gentle peck. “I have a few rules you’ll need to follow, but seeing how well you follow instructions I know they won’t be an issue.”

You felt drowsy, he hadn't fed enough off of you to damage your health, but his own bloods effects have started to wear off, leaving you feeling like you have a bit of a hangover. You nestled your head into his neck and he grinned. “You’ve somehow pulled at my hearts strings, human.” He pulled you to lay on his chest. “I suppose it is almost morning... you should rest.” Your eyes were already heavy, you tried to flutter them open to look up at him and failed. “Yes master...”

He ran a hand through your hair and played with strands of it, twirling them around his fingers. “Call me Hitoshi, but only when it’s just the two of us.” He whispered to you. You nodded your head. “Now sleep Y/N...”

With the day light attempting to creep through his thick black curtains, you fell into a deep sleep.

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[lazysimp]

Kinktober Day 16 - Mind Control feat. Shinso x Male!Reader

EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

tags/warnings: Mind control, Dubcon, dry humping, forced orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, He/Him pronouns

word count: 3.5k

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summary: Allowing a familiar stranger into your home gives your more than you were bargaining for.

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The tingle of the bell above the front door alerted you of someone entering the small coffeehouse where you worked. It had been a slow morning, only a couple of regulars stopping by. But the man entering was different.

His face was halfway hidden by a large white scarf around his neck. His messy purple hair was the easiest feature to make out, but it was his tired eyes that drew you in. He stood a few feet back from the register, his eyes slightly squinting as he read the menu above your head.

You looked down at the register, pretending to be busy to stop yourself from staring at him. He was one of the most handsome men you had ever seen. You could not help but wonder what he sound like, would he have a deep calm voice or a rough rugged sound to him.

“Uh, excuse me,” The man leaned forward, his hands hidden in his pockets, “Can I order?”

You have to blink a few times to catch your mind up to current events. Of course, his voice was perfect, deep and tired. You could feel your cheeks instantly grow hot after you realize you had probably spaced out. “Of course! What can I get for you?”

His tired eyes narrow but then he finally said, “What here has the most caffeine?”

“Oh, that will probably be the large shaken espresso, it comes with five shots and some sweetener. Though I will warn you if you are not used to caffeine it can make you feel jittery.”

“Perfect. Can I have that and the cat sweet bun?”

You smile, “Coming right up!”

You quickly start the machine, drawing up five shots takes a hot minute. While that was going you grab and bag his food.

“So, what brings you to this part of town so late,” You ask trying to pass the time.

He looks up from his large scarf and shrugs, “I just finished up some fieldwork but I have to go into the office and fill out some paperwork before I can go home.”

“Fieldwork this late at night? Do you work in construction or something?” You ask as you pour all the shots into a shaker.

“Something like that,” He mumbles, watching as you shake his drink.

“Oh well, it sucks you have to go and fill out a bunch of paperwork, at least there is one advantage to working at a coffee shop.” You laugh, pouring his finished drink into a cup.

You force yourself to hold his eyes as you hand his food and drink. They were such a vivid purple, you could have sworn you had seen them somewhere before. But before anything could click he looked away, gently grabbing the items from your hand.

“Thanks,” He muttered, taking a small sip of the coffee.

You wave your hands, “Any time.”

As he starts to walk out the door you feel a pang of regret, wanting desperately to know more about the stranger. To distract yourself from getting too moppy you start getting the place ready to close. Cleaning up as you go, only having one more person come in for coffee before it was time to flip off all the lights.

You liked your job but locking the door behind you and leaving had to be the best part of your day. Then came the part you dreaded most. Walking home. Sadly coffee shop wages did not allow you to live near where you worked and there was no easy access to public transit around here. This left you having to walk a couple of miles home every night.

It was not all bad though, you thought to yourself as you start the trip. During the day the streets were more crowded making it hard to get lost in your own thoughts. Here in the darkness, you were easily able to get lost in thought about the stranger from earlier.

You had wanted so badly to give him your number but stopped yourself at the last second. Despite his less than put-together exterior, you could tell he was someone important. He carried himself differently than anyone has you had seen before. The way he watched the door and you all the while taking in the room around him spoke volumes about his career. If you had to guess he was probably a pro or sidekick.

“Ugh,” You kick your foot against a rock. You know you have seen him before, why can’t you put your finger on it?

“Woah there,” A familiar voice grumbled behind you, “What did the rock do to deserve that?”

You spin around on your heels and come face to face with the man from earlier. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t know you were behind me.”

He glances around the quiet street and then back at you, “You know it is not safe to be walking around alone at night. What if someone decided to steal you away?”

You laugh, “No one is going to try and steal me away. I think there has been one holdup in the history of this town and it involved a five-year-old and a toy stick.”

His eyes narrowed, “You never know, you could be the first.”

You roll your eyes, “I doubt that but I will stay on my toes I promise.” You peek at the full packet in his hand, “Were you able to get the paperwork done?”

“Hu, oh that, mostly. I was on my way home when I spotted you walking around at night alone.” His tone held disapproval.

You stroke your fingers mindlessly, needing to build confidence, “I know it’s not ideal but I really like my job and my rent can’t be beat.”

He still did not look convinced your reasoning was sound, “At least let me walk you home so I can try and get some sleep tonight.”

You open your mouth to readily decline, not wanting someone you just met to follow you home but something in his face left no room for refusal, and before you could stop yourself your mouth opened, “Sure.”

The walk back to your apartment was quiet, the both of you just enjoying the other’s presence. You allowed yourself to relax on the walk back, trying to catch peeks at him while he watched the area around the two of you.

Before you wanted to you arrived in front of your apartment and got out your keys.

“This is me,” You smile sadly, not wanting your time with him to end.

He inspects the door, taking in the scratches on your lock and door. “You always lock your door right?”

You laugh, “Of course I lock my door.”

He makes a noise in the back of his throat as he takes a closer look at your door. “Have those scratches always been there?”

“Yeah, the last owners of the apartment got drunk a few weeks ago and forgot they had moved out.” Thank god you had taken the time to change the locks.

He frowns, “Do you mind If I take a look inside?”

You are thrown off at the question, “Uh sure?”

He waits for you to unlock the door and walks silently into your apartment staying close to the walls as he checks each room. While he inspects the rooms you take off your shoes and put your bag away. You had to be crazy for letting him do this but the idea of spending more time with him was too good to resist.

After a few more seconds looking around he appeared satisfied no one was in your apartment and walked towards the door, “Alright, you have a good night.”

Without thinking your hand shoots out wand grabs his wrist, “Wait.”

His head whips around and his eyes meet yours, “Yes?”

Through your tight throat you manage to ask, “Would you like some tea? It is the least I can do for you walking me home.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Please,” You smile, “I want to.”

He looks down at your hand on his wrist and smiles softly, “Alright I can stay for a little bit.”

You immediately drop his hand not wanting to cross a line and turn around to make tea, missing the scowl on his face at the loss of your touch.

You find the green tea power out of the fridge and start mixing it with some water. You made sure to grab the expensive powder you got last time you visited Shizuoka.

“You can have a seat on the couch,” You suggest, not wanting to seem like a ride host. “This will only take me another minute.”

“No rush,” he mumbles, resting his weight against the door frame to your kitchen. You try to keep your hands from shaking as he watches you finish up both your dinks but you are pretty sure they could see you trembling from the moon.

“You know I have not seen you around before,” You grab his cup and bring it to him, “Are you new in town?”

He carefully takes the cup from your hands, “I am only here for work.”

“Oh,” You grab your own cup, “How long will you be in town for?”

He shrugs bringing the cup to his lips, “Depends how long it takes me to finish. Probably a few weeks.”

You could feel yourself deflate at his words, “Oh, not that long then.”

He eyes you carefully, taking in your slouched shoulders, “Yeah, but I took this assignment because it is only half an hour by train from where I usually work.”

The weight on your chest eases slightly, “Do you live alone?”

“No, I have one roommate, he is a bit of an idiot but always comes through in the end.”

“He sounds like fun.”

“Oh he is great, I wish I could work more with him but our skill set is so different it is hard to find jobs that fit our description.”

You put your drink down, “Yeah, I can relate, my favorite coworker just moved in with her boyfriend a couple of towns over. I barely get to see her now.”

“Maybe,” you mumble, “Maybe you can come over again, at least then we will both have some company.”

He also sits his drink down on the counter and steps in closer to you, “I would like to spend more time with you as well.”

Your breathing stops the closer he gets to you, causing you to nearly suffocate as he leans over you and smiles, “I am going to enjoy getting to know you.”

“R-Really,” You stutter turning your head away to try and regain some semblance of sanity.

His thumb presses up against your chin, lifting your face to his, “Oh yes. In fact, why don’t we start now.” And before you have a chance to say anything else his lips fall onto yours, pushing every brain cell you had into overdrive.

Your lips were still for a second as you tried to process what had just happened but he wasted no time deepening the kiss, his tongue tracing along the seam of your lips. When you finally regained the ability to move you wasted no time burying your fingers in his soft hair, pulling him in closer.

He groaned into your mouth as you gently tugged on his hair while opening your mouth to him, letting his tongue explore. His hands began to wander like his tongue, trailing down your back until they settled on your ass. He grabbed ahold of the tender tissue, using his grip to pull your hips toward him.

You have to shift your leg as he moves you even closer, but this caused a problem. The seam of his jeans now directly rubbed against your aching center.

“Fuck,” He groans, grinding his bulge against you. “I can already feel how hot you are for me.”

You whimper into his mouth, trying to push yourself against him even more. You knew this was all moving too fast but you felt no regret as he lifted you onto the counter, placing your hips at its edge. “There we go,” He grinned as he settled in between your thighs, his hands on either side of you.

You reach up and cup his face as he leans forward to kiss you once more, all the while his hips begin to move, thrusting up against you in a slow tortuous motion. Your head falls back, your gaze growing weak as he rubs his cock against your swollen sex.

After a few more slow, purposeful strokes, you could hear a small groan escape his lips. You peek down and see a growing wet spot at the top of his jeans. He was already leaking precum and you had not even gotten naked yet.

His long fingers grab the bottom of your shirt, lifting the thin material up and over your head. His eyes grew even darker at the sight of your naked chest. “I want to use my tongue on these pretty nipples,” his thumb drags over one tight bud, “What do you think of that idea?”

“That’s what you want?” You tease, using your fingers to circle your free nipple. His eyes immediately lock on your fingers playing with your nipple, rolling it between two fingers.

“Yeah puppet, that is what I want.”

You cup your chest, “Then what is stopping you?”

He did not have to be told twice, his mouth engulfs your nipple, sucking it deeply into his mouth. You shivered as he takes strong pulls as his tongue rubs against it.

His hips continued to thrust against you, your cock growing hotter with each stroke. You were pretty sure your own juices have started to leak through your jeans with how hard he was making you.

With a soft cry, you spread your legs open even wider, inviting him in even more. He happily accepted the invitation, his hips deepening each thrust against you.

“So eager little puppet.” He bit down on your nipple, “Do you like my cock?”

You could not bring yourself to answer, already so close.

“Oh, cat got your tongue? Don’t worry, the wet spot on your jeans tells me everything I need to know.”

How could he know every button you had? He expertly toyed with you, licking, thrusting. Fuck, he was consuming your every thought.

With strong hands he cupped the back of your neck and gripped your waist, shoving your sweat-slick body against him.

You grew light-headed, your sex throbbing from the scorching friction, “I’m gonna, I’m gonna” You cry, your body stiffening.

“Go on puppet, you can do it.”

Your head tosses from side to side, the pleasure blinding you to the world. “Fuck!”

For a moment the world suddenly grew still before it all came rushing back as you were consumed by the wave of pleasure. Your heart raced against your chest as you withered about on the counter, gibberish leaving your lips.

His thrusts against you slowed as you came back into your mind but your rest was short-lived. Somehow he had managed to slid your pants down to your ankles, but he had left your sopping underwear on. The sight was almost more lewd than your bare sex. The wet fabric molded to your erect cock, showing just how much you desired him.

“Look at you,” he said, his eyes filled with lust as he pulled your underwear to the side. “If I was not so eager to get my cock wet I would lap all that up with my tongue.”

He leaned in, his mouth hovering over your neck, “I know your pretty cock would taste so good.”

You could feel a blunt warm object press against you and look down in between your bodies and see the head of his pulsing cock spreading your ass apart. In a moment of clarity, you push your hands against his chest, “Wait,” you look up to meet his questioning stare, “I don’t even know your name.”

His soft red lips lifted into a sly grin, “Shinso Hitoshi.”

“Shinso,” You repeat back, liking the feel of his name on your tongue. “I feel like I have heard that name before. Have we met before this?”

He laughed, “No puppet, but I am sure you will figure it out soon.”

You want to ask him what he meant but his hips push forward, his cock breaching your soft entrance. You could not speak if you wanted to, your jaw loose as he sinks into you, his thick length stretching you wide open.

The hand on your neck tightened as his cock dragged past the little ridged spot inside you as he entered, the texture adding to his pleasure. He began stroking the length of your cock with his hand as he working his way inside your tight heat, having to pause every couple of seconds to stop himself from slamming inside you.

You both moan as he bottoms out inside you, his length filling you completely. He withdrew from you, the head of his cock kissing your entrance before delving back in, his hips angled to hit the same spot he felt earlier.

“Oh god!” The delicious pleasure was already building, your body still so sensitive from earlier. “Shinso, it’s so good.”

He was relentless, his cock hitting the same spot with each stroke leaving you sobbing for more. You thought he would slow down, drag this out a little more but his hand and cock only double their effort the more you cried, and before you could even process even comprehend how close to the edge you were you were toppling over.

Your ass clenched around him as if it did not want his to leave and for a few seconds, he complied, letting you ride out the high, enjoying the feel of you cumming around him. As the convulsions slowed his thrusts returned to their previous speed, his stomach now covered in your cum.

“Wait, oh god, I can’t,” You whine trying to move away from the hand on your cock, “Too sensitive.”

“Shh puppet, I am going to make you feel so good, better than anything you have felt before but you have to trust me, ok?”

For a second you hesitated to answer, something in the back of your mind screaming this was a trap but when his fingers pinch the head of your cock you forget everything, “Yes Shinso.”

And just like that, your body was not your own. You could feel everything he was doing, every fucking thing but you could not move.

In a flash, it all came back to you, his name, the scarf, those tired eyes. He was the hero you had seen on tv, quirk mind control. He had you under his quirk and there was nothing you could do except hope he had good intentions.

“Puppet,” He locked his eyes with yours, “Cum.”

Immediately pleasure slammed into your stealing your breath as your body followed his commands. Your sex clamping around him as he mercilessly plunged into your sloppy hole.

“You have a perfect ass,” He praised, his voice shaky. “So fucking tight and hot around me, milking my cock like a good puppet.”

“I think you deserve another treat don’t you?”

You wanted to yell out, to ask for a break, for mercy, but you were helpless to stop as he commanded you once more, “Cum puppet.”

Your vision grew white as the raw bliss ripped you apart, every cell in your body tingling with energy from his forced control. You could not even cry out as the orgasm pushed past every limit. Tears leaked from the side of your eyes as the strength of each wave started to blend into the next.

He finally stilled, his cock pulsing, “Cum one last time for me puppet,” He met your glass gaze and took your lips as brutal ecstasy rushed through you for the last time as his hot cum filled you o the brim. You were not sure how long it lasted but somehow as you came down from the high you could feel a fog finally lift allowing you to move but you were too tired to do anything but lie there as he finished.

Only when every drop of cum emptied into you did he withdraw his cock. With nothing holding in his cum some began to seep out, falling to the floor below.

Knowing your legs would not hold your weight he carefully lifted you into his arms, carrying you through the house he had inspected earlier into your bedroom. He sat you down in the middle of the bed, admiring the mess he had made before settling into the bed next to you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

He kissed your forehead, holding your trembling body close, “I can’t wait to get to know you more puppet.”

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🌺 dummy thicc!reader hcs

SHINSO:

🌺 late night w/ shinso

TODOROKI:

🌺 todoroki taking care of depressed reader

GANG ORCA:

🌺 beach day w/ g. orca

🌴 kinktober

🌴 february love fest

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