October 3rd - Power Play W/ Gojo, Wakasa, Sae

october 3rd - power play w/ gojo, wakasa, sae

content warnings - teacher/student dynamic with Gojo, spanking, degradation, implied oral (f!reader receiving), choking, crying, overstimulation

MDNI!

satoru gojo

“Alright, let’s see if you can finally get this right,” your physics teacher said, his voice smooth and teasing. “What’s the formula for calculating force?”

You opened your mouth, but the answer danced just beyond your reach. “Um… it’s… uh…”

His eyebrow arched, and the smirk widened. “Incorrect again. You should know this by now, especially as my favorite student.” He sighed dramatically as he folded his arms to add to the effect.

Heat flooded your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and something deeper. “I’m sorry, I just—”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it,” he interrupted, stepping closer, the air thick with unspoken tension. You could smell the faint hint of his cologne, warm and intoxicating. “You need to learn, and I think we need to reinforce that.”

Before you could react, he was behind you, his presence overwhelming. “You know what happens when you get an answer wrong, right?” His voice was a low whisper, sending shivers down your spine.

You swallowed hard, feeling your pulse quicken. “I… I do.”

“Then let’s correct that behavior.” He guided you to lean over the desk, the cool surface pressing against your stomach as you braced yourself. The classroom felt impossibly still, the only sound your uneven breathing.

“Count them for me,” he instructed, his tone authoritative yet laced with amusement.

You nodded, your heart racing as anticipation mixed with dread. “Okay…”

With a swift motion, he delivered the first spank—a firm smack that echoed in the quiet room. “One,” you gasped, heat blooming across your skin.

The second came quickly, sharper and more stinging. “Two!” you exclaimed, your voice trembling. You could feel the warmth spreading, a strange mix of embarrassment and exhilaration coursing through you.

“Three,” he said, his voice low and satisfied, savoring each moment. The sound of your skin meeting his hand resonated, and you could hear the slight hitch in your breath as the sting lingered.

With the fourth smack, you bit your lip, a mix of pain and pleasure swirling in your chest. “Four…” you managed, the words escaping in a breathy whisper.

He paused for a moment, enjoying the sight of you leaning over the desk, your vulnerability on full display. “And for the final one…” he drawled, his voice teasing. The anticipation hung in the air, electric and intoxicating.

With the last swat, he delivered it with a deliberate force, making you gasp. “Five!” you cried out, the sound mixing with the thrill that washed over you.

Gojo stepped back, a satisfied smile lighting up his face. “Now, let’s see if you remember that formula for next time,” he said, his eyes glinting with mischief.

You nodded, still feeling the heat of the moment, your heart racing in a way that left you breathless.

imaushi wakasa

Wakasa leaned against the wall, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of you. You were sprawled out, your body gleaming with a sheen of sweat, a dazed smile plastered across your face. The world outside was chaotic, but in here, you were his perfect little distraction—his eager bimbo plaything.

“Wakasa,” you whined, your voice high and breathy, filled with need. Every stroke to your clit taking over your senses, and you felt delightfully overwhelmed. You were lost in the sensations, your thoughts swirling in a haze of pleasure and desire.

“Can’t take it?” he spoke against pussy’s puffy lips, igniting every nerve ending. You squirmed, your body arching towards him, craving more. “No, I can! I promise!” you pouted, your big eyes shining with desperation as you fought to keep them from rolling back in the pleasure. You loved how he toyed with you, pushing your limits and making you feel like the center of his universe.

Wakasa released your abused bud with a slight ‘pop’ and chuckled, the sound low and filled with mischief. “You’re such a good little slut, always ready to please.” He repositioned his face at your cunt, his breath hot and adding to the overstimulation. “Just let go and enjoy it. We're not stopping anytime soon.”

sae itoshi

The dim light flickered overhead, casting shadows that danced across the walls as you stood in the small, cramped room. The air was heavy, thick with the scent of musk and an underlying tension that crackled like static electricity. Sae leaned against the doorframe, a predatory glint in his eye, his posture relaxed yet commanding while still managing to keep his cold expression.

“Look at you,” he drawled, a smirk curling his lips. “All dressed up and ready to serve. Makes it so easy for me, doesn’t it?”

Your heart raced at his words, the way he dissected you with his gaze, stripping away any pretense. You forced yourself to maintain a neutral expression, even as a rush of heat crept up your neck. You were here to help him, to ease his frustrations, but the way he treated you sent shivers down your spine—both thrilling and humiliating.

"Just remember,” he continued, stepping closer, his presence enveloping you like a warm, heavy blanket. “You’re nothing more than a warm body to me. A distraction. Don’t get any grand ideas.”His voice was low, dripping with disdain, yet there was something intoxicating about the way he spoke. Each word felt like a challenge, igniting a fire deep within you that you dared not acknowledge. You swallowed hard, the knot in your stomach twisting with a mix of embarrassment and an inexplicable thrill.

“Let’s get on with it,” he said, his eyes narrowing as he reached out, fingers brushing against your arm. The contact sent a jolt through you, and you fought the urge to lean into him. “I have needs, and you’re here to fulfill them. Don’t forget your place.”

You shivered at his tone, a part of you reveling in the degradation, even as you clung to the mask of indifference. “I’m not just a toy,” you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur. The defiance felt like a small rebellion against the constraints he imposed.

Sae chuckled darkly, the sound sending a thrill of unease and excitement through you. “Oh, sweetheart, that’s exactly what you are. And you love it, don’t you? The way I make you feel small and insignificant?”

You clenched your fists at your sides, fighting the urge to betray the secret pleasure his words ignited within you. “I’m not here for your amusement,” you said, though the tremor in your voice betrayed you.

“Keep telling yourself that,” he replied with an unimpressed expression, stepping even closer, his breath warm against your skin. The heat radiated from him, enveloping you in a dizzying haze. “But we both know the truth,” he stated, quickly wrapping his fingers around your throat.

october 7th - somnophilia w/ geto, rindou, bachira

content warnings - somnophilia, drugging, baby trapping, gas lighting, fingering, cunilingus, mentions of bondage, suggested wet dream

MDNI!

suguru geto

“You're the prettiest when you're quiet, you know.” Geto whispered in your ear, his breath warm and teasing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His fingers prodded gently at your gummy walls, the sensation both familiar and electrifying, making it a marvel that you could sleep through his ministrations.

“Don't have to fight with you for the last word, feisty little brat.” He smirked, the sound of his voice low and playful, as his thumb worked nimbly at your sensitive bud of nerves. The way he moved was both skilled and relentless, a rhythm that thrummed through you like a heartbeat.

He noticed you stirring, the soft flutter of your lashes against your cheeks, but that didn’t deter him. The heat of his body enveloped you, his fingers dancing with a deliberate precision that sent waves of warmth pooling in your core. Each stroke was a whisper against the backdrop of the night, and you found it harder to resist the pull of awareness tugging at you.

He prodded his fingers at your entrance, ensuring to capture the webs of your arousal drenching his fingers. “Suguru?” you groggily called out, trying to figure out just what the heck was going on. “What are you…doing?” you now adjusted to the feeling of a man's finger inside you. “You woke me up, love.” He half confessed, not steeling his movements.

The palm of his hand cupped the top of your vulva to give him better access to your sweeter spot causing you to spread your legs a bit for him to get better access. “You were calling out to me. I couldn't just let you suffer.” His words as tantalizingly sweet as honey.

rindou haitani

Rindou brushed a strand away from your face as his hips snapped against yours harshly. You sleeped peaceful– not willingly; you were drugged. You were so perfect like this; pliable. He dug his nails into your hips as he anchored himself there. 

You kept denying his advances. He didn't need to be this way. He's a green flag for Pete's sake! He was charming and kind and even a little awkward but something about him was a bit off putting for you. So you turned him down, time and again. In his mind, even the biggest oak tree could be cut down with a spoon eventually. 

But he grew tired of waiting. Your insistence to keep turning him down, although endearing, was annoying. This entire “hard-to-get” act wore him down. Which was exactly why you were in this position now.

Rindo never wanted to resort to these tactics; you forced his hand. He didn’t want to deceive you into housesitting; you left him no choice but to lie. He never wanted to baby trap you, yet your actions drove him to it. If only you had truly listened when he made it clear, time and again, that you were the one he desired.

Now, he has you tied to his bed, fulfilling a twisted plan. As he prepares to drive the nail in the coffin, he’s counting on you to realize you’re pregnant. In that moment of vulnerability, he’ll offer his support, all while weaving his web of manipulation. He knows your unstable emotions will leave you questioning your choices, and he’ll be there to position himself as your only option. It’s a game to him—a way to ensure you see him as your savior, even if it means playing with your heart and mind. Who knows how far he’ll go to keep you under his control?

meguru bachira

Sweet dreams. This whimsical scene is not unusual for you; your dreams often carry the essence of warmth and friendship, a reflection of your cheerful spirit. It's a comforting reminder that even in your slumber, the bonds you share with others continue to thrive, turning ordinary moments into sweet, sweet memories that linger long after the morning light breaks.

However, your sweet, sweet boyfriend isn't always granted the kindness of such jovial dreams. Most times, he doesn't dream at all. When he does dream though, just like tonight, it's often of you and it ends up making him make a mess on his briefs. Tonight, he didn't feel like being the only messy one so he got to work. He snuck his way under the sheets, gliding his fingers along the curve of your legs. “You made me all messy again, sweet thing.” He whispered as he made his way between your legs.

He trailed kisses up from your knees and between your thighs till he reached the warmth at the top where he placed a light kiss atop your underwear. “Let's see how long you can stay asleep.” He snickered a bit to himself as he hooked his fingers along the sides of your underwear and pulled it down just enough for him to work.

The pads of his fingers mush between your puffy lips, gently pressing the folds open so he could feast. The wet muscle of his tongue peered up and between your folds, lapping at the fluids. His mouth sucked lewdly, resting the crook of his nose to ground his lips into lush flesh of your core further.

You pressed into pillows, oblivious the man feasting on you below your waist. All you could picture, were the blissful dreams now warped into graphic scenes of sweat drenched bodies colliding. Bachira worked his tongue in and out so deep, he was testing your limits.

I'M GOING FERAL

skinny dipping

im okay i promise

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.

ᶻz﹒Flufftober 2024

— Masterlist

﹒☆ Post with links to all my flufftober fics !

﹐⟢ INFORMATION: ﹒☆

-> original idea of this flufftober list is coming from @Microvawe_Fella on tik tok.

-> Fics are posted everyday at various hours.

-> One character for each prompt!

-> Enjoy it :3

﹫﹒DAY 1: Love Confession

イ﹐DAY 2: Baking

☆﹔DAY 3: Cuddling and snuggling

﹒⌕ DAY 4: Coffee shop au

﹫﹒DAY 5: Wedding

イ﹐DAY 6: High school au

☆﹔DAY 7: Watching movies

﹒⌕ DAY 8: Adopting a pet

﹫﹒DAY 9: Moving in

イ﹐DAY 10: Vacation

☆﹔DAY 11: Stargazing

﹒⌕ DAY 12: Picnic

﹫﹒DAY 13: Visiting an aquarium

イ﹐DAY 14: Puzzles/board games

☆﹔DAY 15: Beach day

﹒⌕ DAY 16: Wing fic

﹫﹒DAY 17: Cottage au

イ﹐DAY 18: Apologies

☆﹔DAY 19: Thrift clothes

﹒⌕ DAY 20: Spa day

﹫﹒DAY 21: Found family

イ﹐DAY 22: Sleepover

☆﹔DAY 23: Camping

﹒⌕ DAY 24: Sunrise/Sunset

﹫﹒DAY 25: Swapping outfits

イ﹐DAY 26: Genderbent au

☆﹔DAY 27: Amusement park

﹒⌕ DAY 28: Ice cream date

﹫﹒DAY 29: Seeing a concert

イ﹐DAY 30: Roomates

☆﹔DAY 31: Halloween night

Minors DNI

My Flufftober Prompts for 2024

I got these prompts from several sources including the official @flufftober and @raven-cincaide-words

I will add characters to the prompts closer to October. All stories will be “x reader”.

October 1: Campus Crush/Halloween Party

October 2: First Kiss/Apple Orchard

October 3: Meet Cute/Harvest Festival

October 4: Fake Relationship/Costume Contest

October 5: Forbidden Romance/Ghost

October 6: Cuddling/Horror Movies

October 7: Forced Proximity/Corn Maze

October 8: Coffee Shop/Pumpkin Spice Latte

October 9: Fight and Apologize/Superstition

October 10: Second Chance Romance/Pumpkin Carving

October 11: Slow Dancing/ Graveyard Dare

October 12: Flowers/ Strange Noise (in House)

October 13: Lost Pet/Black Cat

October 14: One Bed/ Nightmare

October 15: Soulmate/Couples Costumes

October 16: “Wait, you love me?” “I always have”/ Spells

October 17: Fantasy AU/ Cast a Curse

October 18: Omegaverse AU/ fears

October 19: Fairytale Adaptation/ Haunted Forest

October 20: Secret Admirer/Quija Board

October 21: Jealousy/ Superstition

October 22: “This is spooky.” “…really?”/Horror Books

October 23: Cute Nicknames/Hay Ride

October 24: Hugs/Halloween Cooking

October 25: Indirect Kiss/Costume Shopping

October 26: Lost Heir/Hunting Someone

October 27: Arranged Marriage/ Werewolf

October 28: Enemies to Lovers/ “What ARE you wearing?”

October 29: Holding Hands/Haunted House

October 30: Have My Jacket/ Trick or Treat

October 31: Marriage/Halloween Night

I’m very excited to share with y’all!