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.

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!

She doesn't miss 😩

cowboy choso

october 9th - thigh riding w/ toji, oliver, iwaizumi

content warnings - thigh riding, slight degradation, swearing

MDNI!

toji fushiguro

“You know, you could at least…shit- pay attention to me a little,” you scoffed, frustration lacing your voice as you pressed yourself against his thigh. The heat radiating from his skin felt electric against yours, and you craved any friction you could get. The unrelenting coil in your stomach twisted tighter, a mix of irritation and desire simmering just beneath the surface.

Toji, completely unfazed, flipped through the channels on the TV, the bright flickering lights casting soft shadows across his face. Each change in the screen seemed to pull him further away from you, his focus unwavering and indifferent to your plight. “Maybe if you weren’t such a little bitch earlier, I would pay attention to you,” he mumbled, his eyes still glued to the glowing flat screen on the wall.

The sound of his voice was low and gravelly, barely breaking the rhythmic click of the remote. You whined at his response, a frustrated sound that echoed in the quiet room, but you couldn’t help yourself. You continued to grind against him, the soft fabric of your clothes brushing against his leg with desperate need within you.

Every movement sent a jolt of sensation through you, a tantalizing reminder of the tension building in your core. You could feel your arousal pooling on his thigh, an undeniable mix of embarrassment and longing. The room was filled with the faint hum of the television, but all you could focus on was the way his body felt beneath yours, solid and unyielding, yet impossibly close, teasing you with the promise of attention you so desperately craved.

“Can you really ignore me when I'm literally begging for your attention?” you asked, squeezing your eyes shut in frustration. The plea hung in the air, thick with tension, but Toji remained unfazed, his casual demeanor unwavering. He shifted slightly, the movement causing your heart to race, but his gaze stayed glued to the screen, flickering images reflecting in his dark eyes. You could feel the warmth radiating from his thigh, a tantalizing contrast to the cool air of the room, and it only intensified the longing pooling deep within you.

“Begging?” he replied, his tone dripped with sarcasm, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “You’re just making it harder for yourself.” You bit your lip, the frustration bubbling over into something more primal. The coil in your stomach tightened, sending waves of heat coursing through you. You felt the urge to reach out, to pull him into your world, to break through the wall of indifference he had built around himself. But with every passing moment, it became clearer that he relished the way you squirmed, the way you craved his attention while he acted like you were just another channel on his TV.

“Seriously?” you huffed, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with irritation and need. You opened your eyes, locking onto his profile, searching for a flicker of acknowledgment. But Toji’s focus remained unwavering, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the remote as if he hadn’t a care in the world.

You leaned in closer, shifting your weight to intensify the friction, your breath hitching as you pressed against him. “I’m not going to just sit here and let you ignore me,” you murmured, a challenge in your voice.

He finally turned his head slightly, the corner of his mouth quirking up just enough to let you know he was aware of your struggle, yet still so nonchalant. “You could try a little harder,” he teased, his voice smooth and casual, as if the entire situation was nothing more than a passing thought.

oliver aiku

“I don’t remember saying you could use your hands, slut.” Oliver smirked as he watched you struggle to ride his thigh without any support. He was enjoying this, as usual. Soft whines and moans escaped you, your eyes squeezed shut to concentrate on the rough surface of his sweatpants covered thigh.

Suddenly, a ‘click’ pierced the air. You opened your eyes to see his holding his phone in front of you, taking a picture of your demeaning position. “What are you—” you started to protest, but he cut you off with a playful grin. “What? I’m just taking a little keepsake to remember you by.” He chuckled, the sound light and teasing, before locking his phone and slipping it into his pocket. “I’ve got to keep pictures of all my girls; otherwise, I might just forget who’s who.”

With a casual shrug, he shifted his focus back to you, his hands finding their way to your hips. His grip was firm, almost possessive, as he nudged you to move again. The mixture of excitement and unease coursed through you, leaving you torn between wanting to resist and the thrill of his attention. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, a reminder of the connection that lingered between you.

“Don’t stop now,” he said, feigning disappointment and pouting in a way that was almost comical. “I’ve got a whole hour before I get to hook up with Stacy.” His words hung in the air, and as he guided you back into a rhythm, you struggled to concentrate on what he was saying. The way his sweatpants brushed against your panty-clad mound sent waves of sensation through you, making it increasingly difficult to think straight.

“Who’s S-Stacy?” you stammered, the name slipping out before you could fully process it. A mixture of curiosity and unease bubbled within you, threatening to pull your focus away from the moment. Your heart raced as you felt yourself nearing the edge of something intense, caught between the thrill of the connection you shared and the nagging thought of the girl he mentioned.

He smirked at your reaction, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on you. “Oh, just some girl I dm'd on Instagram. She got some new tits I wanna try out,” he replied nonchalantly, as if the casual mention of another girl didn’t send a jolt of insecurity through you. The tension in the air thickened, and you felt the dichotomy of excitement and jealousy swirling within you, making every fleeting moment even more intoxicating.

"You didn't seriously think you were the only one, did you?" he raised a brow, his tone laced with mock surprise. The playful glint in his eyes did little to ease the knot forming in your stomach. You hesitated, searching for the right words, but they eluded you. The realization hit hard, twisting your emotions into a tangled mess. “I—I didn’t know,” you managed to reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Oh, come on. It’s all part of the fun. Keeps things interesting, don’t you think?” His words dripped with a confidence that both intrigued and unsettled you. As he spoke, your mind raced, grappling with the implications of what he was saying. The thrill of the moment felt tainted by the truth of his casual nonchalance. “So, what do you want from me?” you asked, your heart pounding as you stared into his eyes, trying to gauge his intentions.

He chuckled softly, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. “Just a little excitement. A little distraction. Nothing too serious.” He lightly patted your hip, igniting sparks of electricity that both captivated and confused you. “Is that all I am to you?” you questioned, feeling vulnerable yet daring to challenge him.

He paused, the smirk fading slightly as he tried to find words that would sound sincere. “You’re more than just a passing moment. But let’s not complicate things. We can enjoy this for what it is.” He spoke as he forced you to move again.

hajime iwaizumi

“You sure that feels good?” Iwaizumi asked, his voice low and attentive, eyes glazing over as he watched you rub against his leg. The warmth radiating from his skin felt like an inviting heat, drawing you in deeper as you sought out the friction that had you on edge. Each subtle movement sent a ripple of sensation coursing through you, blending desire with desperation, and you couldn't help but whimper softly.

You nodded, biting your lip as you leaned closer, the fabric of your clothes brushing against his. The cotton of your shirt clung to your skin, damp with a mixture of heat and anticipation. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls, but the glow from the nearby lamp cast a soft light on his features, highlighting the intensity in his gaze. You could feel his breath, warm and steady, brushing against your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.

“Yeah? You like that?” he pressed, his tone shifting, a hint of teasing lacing his words. There was a spark in his eyes now, a flicker of interest that ignited something deeper within you. You could sense the shift in the atmosphere, the way tension crackled like static electricity in the air.

“More than you know,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, thick with longing. You shifted your weight, pressing your body against him more insistently, the contact igniting a fire in your belly. The heavy scent of his cologne mixed with the faint aroma of the evening air that slipped through the window, creating a heady combination that made your pulse race.

As you continued to rock against his thigh, you felt the muscles flex beneath you, strong and unyielding, every movement echoing the desire that was building inside you. Iwaizumi's breath hitched slightly, and you caught the briefest glimpse of surprise in his eyes, as if he hadn't quite expected your boldness.

“Is that so?” he mused, his voice low and teasing, but there was an undeniable edge of curiosity laced within it. You could see the way his gaze flicked down, drinking in the sight of you, and it sent a rush of heat flooding your cheeks.

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!

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.