infj 19 𝘣𝘭𝘭𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺
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KINKTOBER DAY 1 — OVERSTIMULATION! kaji ren x f!reader ﾉ the game? three bottles of flavored lube. kaji’s turn to guess. and you? you just have to lay there and let him get a proper taste.
CONTAINS: established relationship (aged up), blindfolding (kaji), fingering, oral (receiving), overstimulation, squirting
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Strawberry, melon, and lychee.
Those were the three options, right? Kaji remembers blankly staring at the three bottles of lube you held up to him with the biggest smile he'd ever seen on your face. You really never seemed to run out of ideas.
“You should try and guess which is which,” you shoved the strawberry one in his face with a giggle. “I think you’d like this one the most. You’d be able to tell right? Because you always eat lollipops— we have to see now.”
He ended up agreeing to your experiment.
That’s how he ends up buried between your legs with a blindfold over his eyes. He hates to admit that he might be a little embarrassed at how easily you were able to rile him up, but a part of him does want to know if he can differentiate between the flavors.
And he also wants to confirm if you were correct in thinking the strawberry one would be his favorite.
“That feels weird..” you giggle when he squeezes some from the first bottle directly onto your cunt, licking his lips when the fruity smell registers in his head. Melon. This one was probably melon.
He can’t be certain though, because you had even gone through the trouble of covering the flavor names with tape earlier. “It has to be fair. Just in case you can see through your blindfold” was your reasoning for it- and you also added that you also marked each one at the end. So at least you could be sure of which one was which.
Kaji dips down, lips hovering just over your cunt, and then the nerves start to kick in. This should be easy.
He’s good at deciphering mystery flavors. A quick shake of his head gets rid of the uncertainty. There’s a loud gulp from him, and then he finally moves to close the distance, but he feels you roughly push his head away only a second after. “Wait! Let me try first.”
The glare that you’re certain he’s giving you under his blindfold only makes you laugh. “I should taste them first, silly. I’m curious too.”
He can’t see you, but he hears it. Hears you shuffle a bit to reach down between your legs, then he hears how wet you are when you drag your fingers up and down your folds. The sound practically makes his mouth water- it smells good. You always taste good too.
“Mmm,” you practically moan at the taste, and even years into his relationship with you, he can’t fight the blush that makes its way to his cheeks. You have no idea what sucking on your own finger that loudly is doing to him.
“It’s good! I know what this one is,” you seem to be kind enough not to mention anything if you’ve noticed the red tinge along his cheeks. “It’s your turn now, Ren.”
“I know.” He huffs before leaning down again, trying to ignore the way his cock is already straining against his pants by pushing his hips deeper into the mattress.
He hasn’t even started, and his patience is already starting to thin.
“Smells like melon,” he mutters to himself before licking a long stripe up your cunt, and your mouth falls open in a soft moan. He furrows his brows a bit, and then resumes– licking and lapping at your cunt to get a better taste. Just to confirm. He quickly learns that if he angles his head, he can reach deeper— get a better taste.
He’ll lick up every drop before he lets you know his final answer.
There’s only a pause when Kaji feels your hands weakly push at his head, and then a slurred “h-hey.. You haven’t even told me what flavor you think it is” that follows.
“Melon.” He replies without a trace of hesitation. “That’s easy.”
“Hmm.. is it now?” The subtle breathlessness in your voice goes straight to his cock. “There’s two flavors left though, Ren. Don’t get too confident– ah!”
Your head falls back as soon as he stuffs one finger in your hole, lewdly swirling and curling the digit as you grasp at his wrist. “Ren?! What are you doing?”
“Getting it out.” He states it matter of factly. “Or else it’ll mix with the second flavor.”
And he said that you were the one taking this too seriously.
“O-okay, fine.” Your eyes flutter shut when he slips another finger inside, loudly slurping and licking at your cunt to “get the rest off.” It’s almost embarrassing how quickly it brings you to your high, familiar knot in your stomach tightening with each flick of his tongue.
He feels too good- and he’s not even trying to make you cum right now.
“Next.” He stops just before you reach your high. Too bad. But you’re not about to admit that you almost came from that. “I- I know,” you retort, grabbing the next bottle and squeezing it over your dripping cunt.
You squeeze most of it straight onto your clit— not that you plan on telling Kaji this. It would just be too cruel to be denied of an orgasm twice. “Okay Ren. I’m ready..”
He doesn’t even let you take a breath to prepare before he’s lapping at your cunt again. He’s much rougher this time, and he catches on towhere the most lube is. Your clit. He’s swirling his tongue around your pearl, taking it in his mouth and sucking before flicking his tongue back and forth, and your high approaches you even faster than before.
You hate how quickly he notices and how fast he responds.
“Needy,” he grunts before two hands push at your thighs, pressing them against your head and his objective changes. He’s rougher, and he moves in a way that’ll get you gushing in an instant. He doesn’t need to see you to know you’re about to cum. He can tell by the way your thighs keep trying to clench around his head.
It hits you like a truck. With one loud cry of his name, your hands are yanking at his hair, walls spasming as you gush all over his face.
He doesn’t stop his movements, tongue continuing to lap at your cunt even when your body falls limp– numb aside from the way your thighs are shaking violently against his grip. “R-ren… you..”
“I know what that one was. So that means one left, huh?” You give him a breathless hum in response, and the grip around your tightens tightens at that.
“You didn’t taste the last two, so taste this one after I’m done with you. Then you make the final guess.”
dividers from @ cafekitsune !!
october 1st - dacryphilia w/ tsukki, mikey, sukuna
content warnings - swearing, degradation, slut shaming, implied unprotected sex, spanking
MDNI!
༊*·˚ kei tsukishima
"Keep your fucking mouth shut," he warned, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine as his hips snapped against yours with relentless force. Each thrust hit deep, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your body, causing your back to arch involuntarily. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the dimly lit room, mingling with the heavy, labored breaths that filled the air.
You instinctively covered your mouth with one hand, stifling the moans that threatened to spill forth, while your other hand clung to his shoulder for support, your fingers digging into his warm skin. The heat radiating off his body enveloped you, intensifying the sensation of his every movement. Tears streamed down your cheeks, a mix of overwhelming pleasure and frustration, as you felt yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The sweet, intoxicating scent of his skin mingled with the faint musk of sweat, heightening your senses and making your heart race.
"Crying like if you didn't beg for this, pathetic little slut," he taunted, his breath hot and ragged against your ear, sending a thrill of electricity coursing through you. Each word dripped with disdain, yet ignited a fire deep within. The pressure built inside you, coiling tighter with every thrust, and you could feel the heat pooling low in your belly, urging you to let go.
The world around you faded into a blur, leaving only the rhythm of your bodies entwined and the delicious tension that hung in the air. Every thrust was a reminder of your surrender, a tantalizing mix of pleasure and pain that left you breathless and yearning for more, as you danced on the fine line between control and surrender.
༊*·˚ manjiro sano
"I'm s-sorry, Mikey!" you cried as another harsh slap came down on your backside. The sharp sting radiated through you, a hot pulse that contrasted with the cool air around you. Each impact felt like a jolt, igniting your skin and sending shivers down your spine.
"You know better than to act like that," he said, his voice low and steady, cutting through the tension. The warmth of his hand lingered on your skin, a reminder of the teasing glances you had exchanged earlier—the way his fingers brushed against your arm, the playful nudges that hinted at something deeper.
You squirmed, the soft fabric beneath you adding to the sensation of being utterly exposed. The scent of his cologne enveloped you, a mix of oak and musk that made your heart race. "Just admit it," he continued, his tone a blend of amusement and authority, "you loved every second of it."
A whimper escaped your lips as another slap landed, each one sharper than the last. "I-I did! But I didn’t mean to push it so far!" Your breaths came in quick gasps, the thrill of vulnerability mixing with the warmth spreading through your cheeks.
He paused, the room suddenly silent except for the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. The air was thick with anticipation, almost electric. "Then let's see if you can learn your lesson," he said, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. You braced yourself, the world narrowing to the sensations coursing through you, both thrilling and terrifying.
༊*·˚ ryomen sukuna
"Who owns this cunt?" Sukuna growled as his stiletto nails dug into your hips, trying to ground himself. The room was hot and humid, filled with the intoxicating mix of sweat and desire. The sounds of skin against skin echoed, punctuated by the constant moans that intertwined with your ragged breaths.
"Sukuna. This is—shit. This is Sukuna's cunt," you barely managed to babble, your words slurring into the air like a spell. Every syllable was a declaration, a claim amidst the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through you.
His gaze bore into yours, predatory and possessive, as if he were trying to etch his essence into your very soul. The weight of his presence enveloped you, a heady mix of danger and allure that left your heart racing. The way his fingers dug deeper, the sharpness of his nails contrasting against your soft skin, sent shivers cascading down your spine.
"You think you can just take it, don’t you?" he hissed, his voice low and gravelly, each word laced with a challenge. The heat radiating from his body felt almost electric, crackling in the air between you. You could feel the pulse of his power, a wild force that both terrified and thrilled you.
Moans mingled with gasps as he moved, the rhythm of your bodies becoming a chaotic symphony. The world outside faded, leaving only the intoxicating intimacy of the moment. The scent of his skin, musky and primal, enveloped you, pulling you deeper into the abyss of sensation.
"You’re nothing but a vessel," he teased, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk. But even as he spoke, his hands explored, mapping every curve and contour of your body with an urgency that belied his words.
october 1st - dacryphilia w/ tsukki, mikey, sukuna
content warnings - swearing, degradation, slut shaming, implied unprotected sex, spanking
MDNI!
༊*·˚ kei tsukishima
"Keep your fucking mouth shut," he warned, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine as his hips snapped against yours with relentless force. Each thrust hit deep, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your body, causing your back to arch involuntarily. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the dimly lit room, mingling with the heavy, labored breaths that filled the air.
You instinctively covered your mouth with one hand, stifling the moans that threatened to spill forth, while your other hand clung to his shoulder for support, your fingers digging into his warm skin. The heat radiating off his body enveloped you, intensifying the sensation of his every movement. Tears streamed down your cheeks, a mix of overwhelming pleasure and frustration, as you felt yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The sweet, intoxicating scent of his skin mingled with the faint musk of sweat, heightening your senses and making your heart race.
"Crying like if you didn't beg for this, pathetic little slut," he taunted, his breath hot and ragged against your ear, sending a thrill of electricity coursing through you. Each word dripped with disdain, yet ignited a fire deep within. The pressure built inside you, coiling tighter with every thrust, and you could feel the heat pooling low in your belly, urging you to let go.
The world around you faded into a blur, leaving only the rhythm of your bodies entwined and the delicious tension that hung in the air. Every thrust was a reminder of your surrender, a tantalizing mix of pleasure and pain that left you breathless and yearning for more, as you danced on the fine line between control and surrender.
༊*·˚ manjiro sano
"I'm s-sorry, Mikey!" you cried as another harsh slap came down on your backside. The sharp sting radiated through you, a hot pulse that contrasted with the cool air around you. Each impact felt like a jolt, igniting your skin and sending shivers down your spine.
"You know better than to act like that," he said, his voice low and steady, cutting through the tension. The warmth of his hand lingered on your skin, a reminder of the teasing glances you had exchanged earlier—the way his fingers brushed against your arm, the playful nudges that hinted at something deeper.
You squirmed, the soft fabric beneath you adding to the sensation of being utterly exposed. The scent of his cologne enveloped you, a mix of oak and musk that made your heart race. "Just admit it," he continued, his tone a blend of amusement and authority, "you loved every second of it."
A whimper escaped your lips as another slap landed, each one sharper than the last. "I-I did! But I didn’t mean to push it so far!" Your breaths came in quick gasps, the thrill of vulnerability mixing with the warmth spreading through your cheeks.
He paused, the room suddenly silent except for the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. The air was thick with anticipation, almost electric. "Then let's see if you can learn your lesson," he said, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. You braced yourself, the world narrowing to the sensations coursing through you, both thrilling and terrifying.
༊*·˚ ryomen sukuna
"Who owns this cunt?" Sukuna growled as his stiletto nails dug into your hips, trying to ground himself. The room was hot and humid, filled with the intoxicating mix of sweat and desire. The sounds of skin against skin echoed, punctuated by the constant moans that intertwined with your ragged breaths.
"Sukuna. This is—shit. This is Sukuna's cunt," you barely managed to babble, your words slurring into the air like a spell. Every syllable was a declaration, a claim amidst the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through you.
His gaze bore into yours, predatory and possessive, as if he were trying to etch his essence into your very soul. The weight of his presence enveloped you, a heady mix of danger and allure that left your heart racing. The way his fingers dug deeper, the sharpness of his nails contrasting against your soft skin, sent shivers cascading down your spine.
"You think you can just take it, don’t you?" he hissed, his voice low and gravelly, each word laced with a challenge. The heat radiating from his body felt almost electric, crackling in the air between you. You could feel the pulse of his power, a wild force that both terrified and thrilled you.
Moans mingled with gasps as he moved, the rhythm of your bodies becoming a chaotic symphony. The world outside faded, leaving only the intoxicating intimacy of the moment. The scent of his skin, musky and primal, enveloped you, pulling you deeper into the abyss of sensation.
"You’re nothing but a vessel," he teased, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk. But even as he spoke, his hands explored, mapping every curve and contour of your body with an urgency that belied his words.
october 1st - dacryphilia w/ tsukki, mikey, sukuna
content warnings - swearing, degradation, slut shaming, implied unprotected sex, spanking
MDNI!
༊*·˚ kei tsukishima
"Keep your fucking mouth shut," he warned, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine as his hips snapped against yours with relentless force. Each thrust hit deep, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your body, causing your back to arch involuntarily. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the dimly lit room, mingling with the heavy, labored breaths that filled the air.
You instinctively covered your mouth with one hand, stifling the moans that threatened to spill forth, while your other hand clung to his shoulder for support, your fingers digging into his warm skin. The heat radiating off his body enveloped you, intensifying the sensation of his every movement. Tears streamed down your cheeks, a mix of overwhelming pleasure and frustration, as you felt yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The sweet, intoxicating scent of his skin mingled with the faint musk of sweat, heightening your senses and making your heart race.
"Crying like if you didn't beg for this, pathetic little slut," he taunted, his breath hot and ragged against your ear, sending a thrill of electricity coursing through you. Each word dripped with disdain, yet ignited a fire deep within. The pressure built inside you, coiling tighter with every thrust, and you could feel the heat pooling low in your belly, urging you to let go.
The world around you faded into a blur, leaving only the rhythm of your bodies entwined and the delicious tension that hung in the air. Every thrust was a reminder of your surrender, a tantalizing mix of pleasure and pain that left you breathless and yearning for more, as you danced on the fine line between control and surrender.
༊*·˚ manjiro sano
"I'm s-sorry, Mikey!" you cried as another harsh slap came down on your backside. The sharp sting radiated through you, a hot pulse that contrasted with the cool air around you. Each impact felt like a jolt, igniting your skin and sending shivers down your spine.
"You know better than to act like that," he said, his voice low and steady, cutting through the tension. The warmth of his hand lingered on your skin, a reminder of the teasing glances you had exchanged earlier—the way his fingers brushed against your arm, the playful nudges that hinted at something deeper.
You squirmed, the soft fabric beneath you adding to the sensation of being utterly exposed. The scent of his cologne enveloped you, a mix of oak and musk that made your heart race. "Just admit it," he continued, his tone a blend of amusement and authority, "you loved every second of it."
A whimper escaped your lips as another slap landed, each one sharper than the last. "I-I did! But I didn’t mean to push it so far!" Your breaths came in quick gasps, the thrill of vulnerability mixing with the warmth spreading through your cheeks.
He paused, the room suddenly silent except for the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. The air was thick with anticipation, almost electric. "Then let's see if you can learn your lesson," he said, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. You braced yourself, the world narrowing to the sensations coursing through you, both thrilling and terrifying.
༊*·˚ ryomen sukuna
"Who owns this cunt?" Sukuna growled as his stiletto nails dug into your hips, trying to ground himself. The room was hot and humid, filled with the intoxicating mix of sweat and desire. The sounds of skin against skin echoed, punctuated by the constant moans that intertwined with your ragged breaths.
"Sukuna. This is—shit. This is Sukuna's cunt," you barely managed to babble, your words slurring into the air like a spell. Every syllable was a declaration, a claim amidst the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through you.
His gaze bore into yours, predatory and possessive, as if he were trying to etch his essence into your very soul. The weight of his presence enveloped you, a heady mix of danger and allure that left your heart racing. The way his fingers dug deeper, the sharpness of his nails contrasting against your soft skin, sent shivers cascading down your spine.
"You think you can just take it, don’t you?" he hissed, his voice low and gravelly, each word laced with a challenge. The heat radiating from his body felt almost electric, crackling in the air between you. You could feel the pulse of his power, a wild force that both terrified and thrilled you.
Moans mingled with gasps as he moved, the rhythm of your bodies becoming a chaotic symphony. The world outside faded, leaving only the intoxicating intimacy of the moment. The scent of his skin, musky and primal, enveloped you, pulling you deeper into the abyss of sensation.
"You’re nothing but a vessel," he teased, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk. But even as he spoke, his hands explored, mapping every curve and contour of your body with an urgency that belied his words.
october 1st - dacryphilia w/ tsukki, mikey, sukuna
content warnings - swearing, degradation, slut shaming, implied unprotected sex, spanking
MDNI!
༊*·˚ kei tsukishima
"Keep your fucking mouth shut," he warned, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine as his hips snapped against yours with relentless force. Each thrust hit deep, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your body, causing your back to arch involuntarily. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the dimly lit room, mingling with the heavy, labored breaths that filled the air.
You instinctively covered your mouth with one hand, stifling the moans that threatened to spill forth, while your other hand clung to his shoulder for support, your fingers digging into his warm skin. The heat radiating off his body enveloped you, intensifying the sensation of his every movement. Tears streamed down your cheeks, a mix of overwhelming pleasure and frustration, as you felt yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The sweet, intoxicating scent of his skin mingled with the faint musk of sweat, heightening your senses and making your heart race.
"Crying like if you didn't beg for this, pathetic little slut," he taunted, his breath hot and ragged against your ear, sending a thrill of electricity coursing through you. Each word dripped with disdain, yet ignited a fire deep within. The pressure built inside you, coiling tighter with every thrust, and you could feel the heat pooling low in your belly, urging you to let go.
The world around you faded into a blur, leaving only the rhythm of your bodies entwined and the delicious tension that hung in the air. Every thrust was a reminder of your surrender, a tantalizing mix of pleasure and pain that left you breathless and yearning for more, as you danced on the fine line between control and surrender.
༊*·˚ manjiro sano
"I'm s-sorry, Mikey!" you cried as another harsh slap came down on your backside. The sharp sting radiated through you, a hot pulse that contrasted with the cool air around you. Each impact felt like a jolt, igniting your skin and sending shivers down your spine.
"You know better than to act like that," he said, his voice low and steady, cutting through the tension. The warmth of his hand lingered on your skin, a reminder of the teasing glances you had exchanged earlier—the way his fingers brushed against your arm, the playful nudges that hinted at something deeper.
You squirmed, the soft fabric beneath you adding to the sensation of being utterly exposed. The scent of his cologne enveloped you, a mix of oak and musk that made your heart race. "Just admit it," he continued, his tone a blend of amusement and authority, "you loved every second of it."
A whimper escaped your lips as another slap landed, each one sharper than the last. "I-I did! But I didn’t mean to push it so far!" Your breaths came in quick gasps, the thrill of vulnerability mixing with the warmth spreading through your cheeks.
He paused, the room suddenly silent except for the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. The air was thick with anticipation, almost electric. "Then let's see if you can learn your lesson," he said, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. You braced yourself, the world narrowing to the sensations coursing through you, both thrilling and terrifying.
༊*·˚ ryomen sukuna
"Who owns this cunt?" Sukuna growled as his stiletto nails dug into your hips, trying to ground himself. The room was hot and humid, filled with the intoxicating mix of sweat and desire. The sounds of skin against skin echoed, punctuated by the constant moans that intertwined with your ragged breaths.
"Sukuna. This is—shit. This is Sukuna's cunt," you barely managed to babble, your words slurring into the air like a spell. Every syllable was a declaration, a claim amidst the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through you.
His gaze bore into yours, predatory and possessive, as if he were trying to etch his essence into your very soul. The weight of his presence enveloped you, a heady mix of danger and allure that left your heart racing. The way his fingers dug deeper, the sharpness of his nails contrasting against your soft skin, sent shivers cascading down your spine.
"You think you can just take it, don’t you?" he hissed, his voice low and gravelly, each word laced with a challenge. The heat radiating from his body felt almost electric, crackling in the air between you. You could feel the pulse of his power, a wild force that both terrified and thrilled you.
Moans mingled with gasps as he moved, the rhythm of your bodies becoming a chaotic symphony. The world outside faded, leaving only the intoxicating intimacy of the moment. The scent of his skin, musky and primal, enveloped you, pulling you deeper into the abyss of sensation.
"You’re nothing but a vessel," he teased, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk. But even as he spoke, his hands explored, mapping every curve and contour of your body with an urgency that belied his words.
october 1st - dacryphilia w/ tsukki, mikey, sukuna
content warnings - swearing, degradation, slut shaming, implied unprotected sex, spanking
MDNI!
༊*·˚ kei tsukishima
"Keep your fucking mouth shut," he warned, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine as his hips snapped against yours with relentless force. Each thrust hit deep, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your body, causing your back to arch involuntarily. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the dimly lit room, mingling with the heavy, labored breaths that filled the air.
You instinctively covered your mouth with one hand, stifling the moans that threatened to spill forth, while your other hand clung to his shoulder for support, your fingers digging into his warm skin. The heat radiating off his body enveloped you, intensifying the sensation of his every movement. Tears streamed down your cheeks, a mix of overwhelming pleasure and frustration, as you felt yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The sweet, intoxicating scent of his skin mingled with the faint musk of sweat, heightening your senses and making your heart race.
"Crying like if you didn't beg for this, pathetic little slut," he taunted, his breath hot and ragged against your ear, sending a thrill of electricity coursing through you. Each word dripped with disdain, yet ignited a fire deep within. The pressure built inside you, coiling tighter with every thrust, and you could feel the heat pooling low in your belly, urging you to let go.
The world around you faded into a blur, leaving only the rhythm of your bodies entwined and the delicious tension that hung in the air. Every thrust was a reminder of your surrender, a tantalizing mix of pleasure and pain that left you breathless and yearning for more, as you danced on the fine line between control and surrender.
༊*·˚ manjiro sano
"I'm s-sorry, Mikey!" you cried as another harsh slap came down on your backside. The sharp sting radiated through you, a hot pulse that contrasted with the cool air around you. Each impact felt like a jolt, igniting your skin and sending shivers down your spine.
"You know better than to act like that," he said, his voice low and steady, cutting through the tension. The warmth of his hand lingered on your skin, a reminder of the teasing glances you had exchanged earlier—the way his fingers brushed against your arm, the playful nudges that hinted at something deeper.
You squirmed, the soft fabric beneath you adding to the sensation of being utterly exposed. The scent of his cologne enveloped you, a mix of oak and musk that made your heart race. "Just admit it," he continued, his tone a blend of amusement and authority, "you loved every second of it."
A whimper escaped your lips as another slap landed, each one sharper than the last. "I-I did! But I didn’t mean to push it so far!" Your breaths came in quick gasps, the thrill of vulnerability mixing with the warmth spreading through your cheeks.
He paused, the room suddenly silent except for the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. The air was thick with anticipation, almost electric. "Then let's see if you can learn your lesson," he said, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. You braced yourself, the world narrowing to the sensations coursing through you, both thrilling and terrifying.
༊*·˚ ryomen sukuna
"Who owns this cunt?" Sukuna growled as his stiletto nails dug into your hips, trying to ground himself. The room was hot and humid, filled with the intoxicating mix of sweat and desire. The sounds of skin against skin echoed, punctuated by the constant moans that intertwined with your ragged breaths.
"Sukuna. This is—shit. This is Sukuna's cunt," you barely managed to babble, your words slurring into the air like a spell. Every syllable was a declaration, a claim amidst the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through you.
His gaze bore into yours, predatory and possessive, as if he were trying to etch his essence into your very soul. The weight of his presence enveloped you, a heady mix of danger and allure that left your heart racing. The way his fingers dug deeper, the sharpness of his nails contrasting against your soft skin, sent shivers cascading down your spine.
"You think you can just take it, don’t you?" he hissed, his voice low and gravelly, each word laced with a challenge. The heat radiating from his body felt almost electric, crackling in the air between you. You could feel the pulse of his power, a wild force that both terrified and thrilled you.
Moans mingled with gasps as he moved, the rhythm of your bodies becoming a chaotic symphony. The world outside faded, leaving only the intoxicating intimacy of the moment. The scent of his skin, musky and primal, enveloped you, pulling you deeper into the abyss of sensation.
"You’re nothing but a vessel," he teased, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk. But even as he spoke, his hands explored, mapping every curve and contour of your body with an urgency that belied his words.
october 1st - dacryphilia w/ tsukki, mikey, sukuna
content warnings - swearing, degradation, slut shaming, implied unprotected sex, spanking
MDNI!
༊*·˚ kei tsukishima
"Keep your fucking mouth shut," he warned, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine as his hips snapped against yours with relentless force. Each thrust hit deep, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your body, causing your back to arch involuntarily. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the dimly lit room, mingling with the heavy, labored breaths that filled the air.
You instinctively covered your mouth with one hand, stifling the moans that threatened to spill forth, while your other hand clung to his shoulder for support, your fingers digging into his warm skin. The heat radiating off his body enveloped you, intensifying the sensation of his every movement. Tears streamed down your cheeks, a mix of overwhelming pleasure and frustration, as you felt yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The sweet, intoxicating scent of his skin mingled with the faint musk of sweat, heightening your senses and making your heart race.
"Crying like if you didn't beg for this, pathetic little slut," he taunted, his breath hot and ragged against your ear, sending a thrill of electricity coursing through you. Each word dripped with disdain, yet ignited a fire deep within. The pressure built inside you, coiling tighter with every thrust, and you could feel the heat pooling low in your belly, urging you to let go.
The world around you faded into a blur, leaving only the rhythm of your bodies entwined and the delicious tension that hung in the air. Every thrust was a reminder of your surrender, a tantalizing mix of pleasure and pain that left you breathless and yearning for more, as you danced on the fine line between control and surrender.
༊*·˚ manjiro sano
"I'm s-sorry, Mikey!" you cried as another harsh slap came down on your backside. The sharp sting radiated through you, a hot pulse that contrasted with the cool air around you. Each impact felt like a jolt, igniting your skin and sending shivers down your spine.
"You know better than to act like that," he said, his voice low and steady, cutting through the tension. The warmth of his hand lingered on your skin, a reminder of the teasing glances you had exchanged earlier—the way his fingers brushed against your arm, the playful nudges that hinted at something deeper.
You squirmed, the soft fabric beneath you adding to the sensation of being utterly exposed. The scent of his cologne enveloped you, a mix of oak and musk that made your heart race. "Just admit it," he continued, his tone a blend of amusement and authority, "you loved every second of it."
A whimper escaped your lips as another slap landed, each one sharper than the last. "I-I did! But I didn’t mean to push it so far!" Your breaths came in quick gasps, the thrill of vulnerability mixing with the warmth spreading through your cheeks.
He paused, the room suddenly silent except for the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. The air was thick with anticipation, almost electric. "Then let's see if you can learn your lesson," he said, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. You braced yourself, the world narrowing to the sensations coursing through you, both thrilling and terrifying.
༊*·˚ ryomen sukuna
"Who owns this cunt?" Sukuna growled as his stiletto nails dug into your hips, trying to ground himself. The room was hot and humid, filled with the intoxicating mix of sweat and desire. The sounds of skin against skin echoed, punctuated by the constant moans that intertwined with your ragged breaths.
"Sukuna. This is—shit. This is Sukuna's cunt," you barely managed to babble, your words slurring into the air like a spell. Every syllable was a declaration, a claim amidst the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through you.
His gaze bore into yours, predatory and possessive, as if he were trying to etch his essence into your very soul. The weight of his presence enveloped you, a heady mix of danger and allure that left your heart racing. The way his fingers dug deeper, the sharpness of his nails contrasting against your soft skin, sent shivers cascading down your spine.
"You think you can just take it, don’t you?" he hissed, his voice low and gravelly, each word laced with a challenge. The heat radiating from his body felt almost electric, crackling in the air between you. You could feel the pulse of his power, a wild force that both terrified and thrilled you.
Moans mingled with gasps as he moved, the rhythm of your bodies becoming a chaotic symphony. The world outside faded, leaving only the intoxicating intimacy of the moment. The scent of his skin, musky and primal, enveloped you, pulling you deeper into the abyss of sensation.
"You’re nothing but a vessel," he teased, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk. But even as he spoke, his hands explored, mapping every curve and contour of your body with an urgency that belied his words.
KINKTOBER DAY 1 — OVERSTIMULATION! kaji ren x f!reader ﾉ the game? three bottles of flavored lube. kaji’s turn to guess. and you? you just have to lay there and let him get a proper taste.
CONTAINS: established relationship (aged up), blindfolding (kaji), fingering, oral (receiving), overstimulation, squirting
ᘏ explicit smut (18+) — link to sign up for my taglist & to view mlist!
Strawberry, melon, and lychee.
Those were the three options, right? Kaji remembers blankly staring at the three bottles of lube you held up to him with the biggest smile he'd ever seen on your face. You really never seemed to run out of ideas.
“You should try and guess which is which,” you shoved the strawberry one in his face with a giggle. “I think you’d like this one the most. You’d be able to tell right? Because you always eat lollipops— we have to see now.”
He ended up agreeing to your experiment.
That’s how he ends up buried between your legs with a blindfold over his eyes. He hates to admit that he might be a little embarrassed at how easily you were able to rile him up, but a part of him does want to know if he can differentiate between the flavors.
And he also wants to confirm if you were correct in thinking the strawberry one would be his favorite.
“That feels weird..” you giggle when he squeezes some from the first bottle directly onto your cunt, licking his lips when the fruity smell registers in his head. Melon. This one was probably melon.
He can’t be certain though, because you had even gone through the trouble of covering the flavor names with tape earlier. “It has to be fair. Just in case you can see through your blindfold” was your reasoning for it- and you also added that you also marked each one at the end. So at least you could be sure of which one was which.
Kaji dips down, lips hovering just over your cunt, and then the nerves start to kick in. This should be easy.
He’s good at deciphering mystery flavors. A quick shake of his head gets rid of the uncertainty. There’s a loud gulp from him, and then he finally moves to close the distance, but he feels you roughly push his head away only a second after. “Wait! Let me try first.”
The glare that you’re certain he’s giving you under his blindfold only makes you laugh. “I should taste them first, silly. I’m curious too.”
He can’t see you, but he hears it. Hears you shuffle a bit to reach down between your legs, then he hears how wet you are when you drag your fingers up and down your folds. The sound practically makes his mouth water- it smells good. You always taste good too.
“Mmm,” you practically moan at the taste, and even years into his relationship with you, he can’t fight the blush that makes its way to his cheeks. You have no idea what sucking on your own finger that loudly is doing to him.
“It’s good! I know what this one is,” you seem to be kind enough not to mention anything if you’ve noticed the red tinge along his cheeks. “It’s your turn now, Ren.”
“I know.” He huffs before leaning down again, trying to ignore the way his cock is already straining against his pants by pushing his hips deeper into the mattress.
He hasn’t even started, and his patience is already starting to thin.
“Smells like melon,” he mutters to himself before licking a long stripe up your cunt, and your mouth falls open in a soft moan. He furrows his brows a bit, and then resumes– licking and lapping at your cunt to get a better taste. Just to confirm. He quickly learns that if he angles his head, he can reach deeper— get a better taste.
He’ll lick up every drop before he lets you know his final answer.
There’s only a pause when Kaji feels your hands weakly push at his head, and then a slurred “h-hey.. You haven’t even told me what flavor you think it is” that follows.
“Melon.” He replies without a trace of hesitation. “That’s easy.”
“Hmm.. is it now?” The subtle breathlessness in your voice goes straight to his cock. “There’s two flavors left though, Ren. Don’t get too confident– ah!”
Your head falls back as soon as he stuffs one finger in your hole, lewdly swirling and curling the digit as you grasp at his wrist. “Ren?! What are you doing?”
“Getting it out.” He states it matter of factly. “Or else it’ll mix with the second flavor.”
And he said that you were the one taking this too seriously.
“O-okay, fine.” Your eyes flutter shut when he slips another finger inside, loudly slurping and licking at your cunt to “get the rest off.” It’s almost embarrassing how quickly it brings you to your high, familiar knot in your stomach tightening with each flick of his tongue.
He feels too good- and he’s not even trying to make you cum right now.
“Next.” He stops just before you reach your high. Too bad. But you’re not about to admit that you almost came from that. “I- I know,” you retort, grabbing the next bottle and squeezing it over your dripping cunt.
You squeeze most of it straight onto your clit— not that you plan on telling Kaji this. It would just be too cruel to be denied of an orgasm twice. “Okay Ren. I’m ready..”
He doesn’t even let you take a breath to prepare before he’s lapping at your cunt again. He’s much rougher this time, and he catches on towhere the most lube is. Your clit. He’s swirling his tongue around your pearl, taking it in his mouth and sucking before flicking his tongue back and forth, and your high approaches you even faster than before.
You hate how quickly he notices and how fast he responds.
“Needy,” he grunts before two hands push at your thighs, pressing them against your head and his objective changes. He’s rougher, and he moves in a way that’ll get you gushing in an instant. He doesn’t need to see you to know you’re about to cum. He can tell by the way your thighs keep trying to clench around his head.
It hits you like a truck. With one loud cry of his name, your hands are yanking at his hair, walls spasming as you gush all over his face.
He doesn’t stop his movements, tongue continuing to lap at your cunt even when your body falls limp– numb aside from the way your thighs are shaking violently against his grip. “R-ren… you..”
“I know what that one was. So that means one left, huh?” You give him a breathless hum in response, and the grip around your tightens tightens at that.
“You didn’t taste the last two, so taste this one after I’m done with you. Then you make the final guess.”
dividers from @ cafekitsune !!
guys.
He's so nerdy and awkward, gOd it makes him even hotter
I can NOT be the only one that thinks this was his best hair era- like there HAS to be someone that agrees.
he would never hurt me
my man my man my man my man my man
ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ — ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ
sᴘᴇɴᴄᴇʀ ʀᴇɪᴅ (ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡ ɢʀᴇʏ ɢᴜʙʟᴇʀ)
i just think that director matthew 😮💨
is it hot in here or is it just him?
diary entry #6
entry warnings ⟢ ꨄ︎ 18+! husband!nanami x female nanny!reader, the other woman trope. implied age gap, infidelity, mention of him creeping in your room, daddy & breeding kink. not proofread bc im lazy, sorry for any mistakes <3
⋅ ☆ dear diary… kento nanami was always said to be a sweet and loving person -it's in his nature. he's believed to be the best father and husband among his family; reliable... trustworthy. compassionate. taking care of his baby boy and beautiful wife is by far one of his favorite things about having a family of his own. it brings him a joy that he can't possibly describe.
but when he and mrs. nanami hired you as their in-house nanny for their five-year-old because of their crazy business schedules, any and all morals to be a good husband flew out the window. though it had taken him an entire year to make his move on you, he still found himself feeling the gravitational pull you had on him regardless of the silver band on his left ring finger that claims he's already someone else's.
the two of you would spend hours conversing among one another after baby and mama nanami are fast asleep. getting to know each other over glasses of the finest wine from his fancy liquor cabinet.
when you admitted to being single and not really looking for anything besides a good time because
'relationships are far too complex’; nanami couldn't help but internally celebrate this gain of information. so, one day during his day off while mrs. nanami and their baby boy were out for the day, he asked if you'd be willing to be his sex partner to help him relieve stress.
there's no doubt that his question indeed threw you off completely-making you think of everything wrong that could happen. it'd be a lie to say that you weren't certainly attracted to the married man and that the mere thought of him using you made your thighs squeeze and breathing slow.
do you feel guilty when he's got you spread across his and mrs. nanami's bed? your legs thrown to the heavens as you take any and everything the thirty-something year old man gives you. not an ounce of shame to be found while you call out his name through saccharine moans.
kento nanami fucks you with a purpose. one he can't resist or deny. he takes pride in watching you squirm and listening to you whine about how he's too much for you, but want more all in the same scattered breath.
"k-ke... please cum inside. i need it so badly.” you babble, eyes rolled into the back of your head as you claw at the white sheets beneath you. you suck in short breaths with each sharp and precise snap of his hips to your pelvis, the feeling of him bullying the squishy spot inside that has you seeing stars sends you into a mental haywire— thoughts clouded with only his cock pounding you on your mind.
nanami chuckles deeply, propping up his glasses on the crown of his head to keep them steady whilst gripping small crescents into the soft flesh of your hips. he watches you with concentration, taking in every scroll of your eyes and bounce of your tits as he rocks his lower region into yours. his tongue unconsciously darting out and tracing the shape of his lips. "yeah? want daddy to fill you up and get you all round n' swollen with my next kid, sweetheart?"
it's a mission of his to breed you of everything in him, visioning you walking around all cute and pregnant with his seed. skin a dewy glow. breasts plump and filled with breastmilk. nanami hadn't desired more children before, but the longer he surrounded himself with you, the more he felt the undying need to cum so deep inside you that you'd feel his love for you.
you absentmindedly nod as quick as your heart beats, back arching off the mattress with a gasp when the married man grabs the back of your knees and pushes your legs back to gain better control of your annoying little wiggles.
the husband and father never once saw himself ever having an affair on his beautiful wife. the woman who he'd thought to be the most stunning and kind love of his life. when he asked her to take his hand in marriage, he promised to himself that he'd never allow himself to go astray and only have eyes for the woman he sees as perfect for him.
it had been an easy task of being the ideal husband. with every woman that approached him with the intention of taking him, nanami made it his business to show them the shiny silver wedding band adorning his ring finger, letting them know that he's off limits and definitely in love with his beautiful wife. mrs. nanami was his everything; his entire world.
until you came along... with that sweet smile, young, free demeanor and those daring mini skirts that hugged your plush thighs had him ‘readjusting' the buttons on his plaid shirt and eyes bouncing around your figure as his tongue grew dry from desire.
in his mind, you were everything he wanted in a woman before handcuffing himself (without the key) to someone for the rest of his life. because he kept himself so busy with his college studies as a young man, he sought out a woman who could show him a fun time. and you're her.
there were nights when nanami would creep into your bedroom after you'd moved in and he'd watch you sleep, his heart swelling as he observed you shuffling on the bed for a comfortable position in your peaceful slumber. it was as though the world around him froze in place and you were all that mattered…
this is wrong. seeking out another one while married to another. this is wrong. fucking the said woman in the exact bed he shares with his lovely wife. this is wrong... finding himself trapped in your web and falling harder for a woman that was never meant to be his.
but if it's wrong... why does it feel so fucking good? experiencing something different than his typical, endless loop of a life with someone new? someone not tied to the unbreakable shackles of commitment. also being buried to the base inside your hot and dripping pussy— an indescribable yet overwhelming amount of pleasure he's craved ever since mrs. nanami stopped having sex with him after their son was born.
"fuck... you feel amazing, sweetheart. gonna cum so deep in this pretty pussy." the married man says through gritted teeth, slamming into you vigorously and chasing the high he's been dying for. "will you be a good girl and take it, hmm?"
you respond with a choked hum, rocking your hips back against his to meet his harsh thrusts as the both of you run after your needed climaxes.
he loosely wraps a hand around your neck, pressing into your skin with his fingers just enough to send chills licking up your spine, but not stop your oxygen intake. a few more uncontrolled thrusts and he's cumming—hard. holding himself and you still by the back of your legs as the warmth of his thick seed spreads within your gummy, pulsing walls.
nanami swears under his breath, picking up his glasses to surf his ring adorned fingers through his honey blonde hair with his free hand, looking down at your fucked out and tear, saliva stained face. not a single ounce of guilt or shame consumes him.
maybe you were his key to true happiness.
kinktober masterlist - mika
author's note! - Hello everyone! Thanks for checking out my Kinktober posts for this year. I haven't posted for kinktober in a minute so I'm trying to ease myself back into it. Please feel free to make requests and I'll get to them after I'm done with these! Collabing with @dulzuraaii for the design of the fics! Thanks for you help and support!
content warnings - Only male x female pairings. Most are recommended that 18+ to read.
WEEK 1
༊*·˚ oct. 1st - dacryphilia w/ tsukki, mikey, sukuna
༊*·˚ oct. 3rd - power play w/ gojo, wakasa, sae
༊*·˚ oct. 5th - virginity loss w/ isagi, kuroo, nanami
WEEK 2
༊*·˚ oct. 7th - somnophilia w/ geto, rindou, bachira
༊*·˚ oct. 9th - thigh riding w/ toji, oliver, iwaizumi
༊*·˚ oct. 11th - praise w/ wakasa, atsumu, sukuna
WEEK 3
༊*·˚ oct. 13th - edging w/ ran, nagi, suna
༊*·˚ oct. 15th - orgasm control w/ sanzu, sae, atsumu
༊*·˚ oct. 17th - oral w/ gojo, mikey, nagi
༊*·˚ oct. 19th - ddlg w/ ran, tsukki, wakasa
WEEK 4
༊*·˚ oct. 21st - public sex w/ toji, rindou, bachira
༊*·˚ oct. 23rd - aphrodisiac w/ geto, nagi, suna
༊*·˚ oct. 25th - age gap w/ ran, kuroo, nanami
WEEK 5
༊*·˚ oct. 27th - cockwarming w/ kuroo, isagi, mikey
༊*·˚ oct. 29th - favorite positions w/ all characters
༊*·˚ oct. 31st - nagi special!
kinktober masterlist - mika
author's note! - Hello everyone! Thanks for checking out my Kinktober posts for this year. I haven't posted for kinktober in a minute so I'm trying to ease myself back into it. Please feel free to make requests and I'll get to them after I'm done with these! Collabing with @dulzuraaii for the design of the fics! Thanks for you help and support!
content warnings - Only male x female pairings. Most are recommended that 18+ to read.
WEEK 1
༊*·˚ oct. 1st - dacryphilia w/ tsukki, mikey, sukuna
༊*·˚ oct. 3rd - power play w/ gojo, wakasa, sae
༊*·˚ oct. 5th - virginity loss w/ isagi, kuroo, nanami
WEEK 2
༊*·˚ oct. 7th - somnophilia w/ geto, rindou, bachira
༊*·˚ oct. 9th - thigh riding w/ toji, oliver, iwaizumi
༊*·˚ oct. 11th - praise w/ wakasa, atsumu, sukuna
WEEK 3
༊*·˚ oct. 13th - edging w/ ran, nagi, suna
༊*·˚ oct. 15th - orgasm control w/ sanzu, sae, atsumu
༊*·˚ oct. 17th - oral w/ gojo, mikey, nagi
༊*·˚ oct. 19th - ddlg w/ ran, tsukki, wakasa
WEEK 4
༊*·˚ oct. 21st - public sex w/ toji, rindou, bachira
༊*·˚ oct. 23rd - aphrodisiac w/ geto, nagi, suna
༊*·˚ oct. 25th - age gap w/ ran, kuroo, nanami
WEEK 5
༊*·˚ oct. 27th - cockwarming w/ kuroo, isagi, mikey
༊*·˚ oct. 29th - favorite positions w/ all characters
༊*·˚ oct. 31st - nagi special!
kinktober masterlist - mika
author's note! - Hello everyone! Thanks for checking out my Kinktober posts for this year. I haven't posted for kinktober in a minute so I'm trying to ease myself back into it. Please feel free to make requests and I'll get to them after I'm done with these! Collabing with @dulzuraaii for the design of the fics! Thanks for you help and support!
content warnings - Only male x female pairings. Most are recommended that 18+ to read.
WEEK 1
༊*·˚ oct. 1st - dacryphilia w/ tsukki, mikey, sukuna
༊*·˚ oct. 3rd - power play w/ gojo, wakasa, sae
༊*·˚ oct. 5th - virginity loss w/ isagi, kuroo, nanami
WEEK 2
༊*·˚ oct. 7th - somnophilia w/ geto, rindou, bachira
༊*·˚ oct. 9th - thigh riding w/ toji, oliver, iwaizumi
༊*·˚ oct. 11th - praise w/ wakasa, atsumu, sukuna
WEEK 3
༊*·˚ oct. 13th - edging w/ ran, nagi, suna
༊*·˚ oct. 15th - orgasm control w/ sanzu, sae, atsumu
༊*·˚ oct. 17th - oral w/ gojo, mikey, nagi
༊*·˚ oct. 19th - ddlg w/ ran, tsukki, wakasa
WEEK 4
༊*·˚ oct. 21st - public sex w/ toji, rindou, bachira
༊*·˚ oct. 23rd - aphrodisiac w/ geto, nagi, suna
༊*·˚ oct. 25th - age gap w/ ran, kuroo, nanami
WEEK 5
༊*·˚ oct. 27th - cockwarming w/ kuroo, isagi, mikey
༊*·˚ oct. 29th - favorite positions w/ all characters
༊*·˚ oct. 31st - nagi special!
kinktober masterlist - mika
author's note! - Hello everyone! Thanks for checking out my Kinktober posts for this year. I haven't posted for kinktober in a minute so I'm trying to ease myself back into it. Please feel free to make requests and I'll get to them after I'm done with these! Collabing with @dulzuraaii for the design of the fics! Thanks for you help and support!
content warnings - Only male x female pairings. Most are recommended that 18+ to read.
WEEK 1
༊*·˚ oct. 1st - dacryphilia w/ tsukki, mikey, sukuna
༊*·˚ oct. 3rd - power play w/ gojo, wakasa, sae
༊*·˚ oct. 5th - virginity loss w/ isagi, kuroo, nanami
WEEK 2
༊*·˚ oct. 7th - somnophilia w/ geto, rindou, bachira
༊*·˚ oct. 9th - thigh riding w/ toji, oliver, iwaizumi
༊*·˚ oct. 11th - praise w/ wakasa, atsumu, sukuna
WEEK 3
༊*·˚ oct. 13th - edging w/ ran, nagi, suna
༊*·˚ oct. 15th - orgasm control w/ sanzu, sae, atsumu
༊*·˚ oct. 17th - oral w/ gojo, mikey, nagi
༊*·˚ oct. 19th - ddlg w/ ran, tsukki, wakasa
WEEK 4
༊*·˚ oct. 21st - public sex w/ toji, rindou, bachira
༊*·˚ oct. 23rd - aphrodisiac w/ geto, nagi, suna
༊*·˚ oct. 25th - age gap w/ ran, kuroo, nanami
WEEK 5
༊*·˚ oct. 27th - cockwarming w/ kuroo, isagi, mikey
༊*·˚ oct. 29th - favorite positions w/ all characters
༊*·˚ oct. 31st - nagi special!
kinktober masterlist - mika
author's note! - Hello everyone! Thanks for checking out my Kinktober posts for this year. I haven't posted for kinktober in a minute so I'm trying to ease myself back into it. Please feel free to make requests and I'll get to them after I'm done with these! Collabing with @dulzuraaii for the design of the fics! Thanks for you help and support!
content warnings - Only male x female pairings. Most are recommended that 18+ to read.
WEEK 1
༊*·˚ oct. 1st - dacryphilia w/ tsukki, mikey, sukuna
༊*·˚ oct. 3rd - power play w/ gojo, wakasa, sae
༊*·˚ oct. 5th - virginity loss w/ isagi, kuroo, nanami
WEEK 2
༊*·˚ oct. 7th - somnophilia w/ geto, rindou, bachira
༊*·˚ oct. 9th - thigh riding w/ toji, oliver, iwaizumi
༊*·˚ oct. 11th - praise w/ wakasa, atsumu, sukuna
WEEK 3
༊*·˚ oct. 13th - edging w/ ran, nagi, suna
༊*·˚ oct. 15th - orgasm control w/ sanzu, sae, atsumu
༊*·˚ oct. 17th - oral w/ gojo, mikey, nagi
༊*·˚ oct. 19th - ddlg w/ ran, tsukki, wakasa
WEEK 4
༊*·˚ oct. 21st - public sex w/ toji, rindou, bachira
༊*·˚ oct. 23rd - aphrodisiac w/ geto, nagi, suna
༊*·˚ oct. 25th - age gap w/ ran, kuroo, nanami
WEEK 5
༊*·˚ oct. 27th - cockwarming w/ kuroo, isagi, mikey
༊*·˚ oct. 29th - favorite positions w/ all characters
༊*·˚ oct. 31st - nagi special!
MASTERLIST | moths + ferns.
( requested by → @ellabsprincess )
I actually really like the motifs on these ! it was initially inspired by The Last of Us (one of the greatest games of all time), but I think it works for other contexts too.
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