SWEET LIKE HONEY — MASTERLIST.

i always have tengen tots… mostly about him keeping my in a head lock with those juicy big biceps as he pounds me LOL

☰ ft : tengen x f! reader

cw/tw : pwp + full nelson position, overstimulation.

the soft fat of tengen's arms flex; strong and tender muscles bulking out as he preps your lolling head closer to his chest with eager hands lying flat against the back of your neck; keeping your body straight and flush against his..

with aching legs spread adjacent to your head and arms folding towards your sides in vulnerability-all as if you were some toy uzui was constructing-his cock slides in easily.

your eyes knock to the back of your head feeling the force of his cock stretching your little cunt. feeling your tight gummy walls spreading as he lifts his hips from the bed to meet with yours, allowing himself to plow into your sopping folds till he hit deep.

letting your body be rocked into his obscene rhythm and with each thrust barreling through your insides with a painful, yet addicting tempo, leaves a shameful spittle of drool to trickle down at the corner of your mouth. and a cocky smirk presses softly against the nape of your neck at the cold feel of your drool puddling down to his side, making the bright man swell with pride to make you fall in such euphoria.

feeling warm breaths huffing through his lips come in sync with each violent, almost animalistic pumps he bellows out in; forcing more of your sticky mess to leak. the wet and sloppy noises ring with greater volume each time your tingling, aching ass bounces and slaps against his slim waist.

each pounce all the more powerful.

ferocious even.

Milk and Cookies

Pairing: DILF!Eren x Reader

Length: 3.4k

CW: some light role play, heavy on the food play, cum eating, fingering, cockwarming, daddy/baby/honey and other pet names used, explicit sex

A/N: A DILF!Eren smut for Christmas. I know from my taglist form more than half of you guys want DILF Eren so give this some love. Also this ones a little…um… just avoid if you don’t wanna read about playing with food…

“Eren, I really don’t get why the outfit is necessary.” You gestured towards his festive choice of clothing, a set of red pants and a red furry top, the edges lined with white fabric reminiscent of the symbol of christmas: Santa Claus. He even wore the goofy red hat, the hat topped off with a white cotton puff ball. He barely gave the outfit any effort, not bothering to wear a shirt underneath nor a fake white wig and beard. He looked less like Santa Claus and more like a holiday-themed male exotic dancer, but that was beside the point. The real question was why.

He opened the closet door, rummaging through the back of the closet to pull out the gifts you’d wrapped and hidden away, to shield from the prying eyes of your son and daughter.

“‘Cause if they wake up right now and see their mom and dad putting gifts under the tree they’ll be traumatized,” Eren said, his voice muffled as he spoke from inside the closet. He pulled out a few boxes and one by one set them outside of the closet door. You helped him arrange them neatly into an organized stack. “At least at first glance we can pass for Santa. And I don’t wanna be responsible for crushing their hopes and dreams. At least not yet, anyway,” he ended with a chuckle.

“But doesn’t Santa go alone? Why’d I have to dress up too?” You looked down to your ‘Mrs. Claus’ outfit, a red and white long sleeved top with way too much cleavage paired with a short red skirt. It was most definitely not the attire of Mrs. Claus and it made you roll your eyes when Eren suggested it.

“That was more for me,” he gave you a wink, before bending down to pick up the stack of boxes to set under the christmas tree. After he set the boxes down he turned around, his intention being to grab the last box he’d left behind, but when his eyes flickered to you he smirked.

“You done staring at me yet, princess? I could use some help.” He’d caught you staring at him – how could you not when his abs were right there? Sometimes you’d forget that your husband was built like a Greek god, but at times like these, when he was barely dressed on purpose to rile you up, his sculpted chest was always there to remind you of that fact.

Two could play at the teasing. You turned to bend down and pick up the box, exaggerating your movements so your skirt would ride up, teasing him with a glance at your panties. Before you could even stand up straight, box in your arms, Eren was behind you, his arms coming around to lift the box out of your arms and over your head, as his chest pressed against your back. He asked, his voice hushed, “The kids are right down the hall, you sure you wanna wake them up?”

“What are you talking about?” you asked innocently, though by the tone of his voice you already knew the answer.

He brought the box down into the crook of his arm and used his free hand to pinch your thigh. “You’re so cruel, been teasing me all day long.”

He wasn’t wrong – in a way you were. This morning when you made yourself a latte, you stared at him with bedroom eyes as you licked the foam away from your lips. And earlier today when you and the kids were baking cookies, you’d taken a finger-full of frosting and sucked on it, just a little too enthusiastically for it to be innocent. You’d been sending him signals all day, and now with the kids put to bed Eren was ready to take you up on your silent offers. But not without a taste of the silent torture you put him through today.

He dropped off the last box under the tree before taking a seat on the sofa, next to the table where you’d placed Santa's milk and cookies not too long ago before you put the kids to bed.

“Come sit on Santa's lap, naughty girl,” he teased as he patted his thigh, his eyes taking you in as you made your way over to him. They hungirly traversed your body, down your chest and back up your bare legs. Despite your best attempts at teasing, when it came down to it your confidence would always waiver. Eren always had that effect on you – to turn you into a flustered heap of goo, your legs wobbly, your voice shaky. But today you’d try your best not to be his prey.

You straddled your husband, the fabric of your lace panties flush against his red pants. Even through the fabric you could feel his arousal. His hands gripped your waist on either side as he placed a kiss to your chest, right above your cleavage. You rested your hands on the sides of his muscular chest.

“I was so right about this outfit,” he murmured against your chest, his lips brushing your skin.

“How so?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing his face even closer to you.

“It makes your tits look incredible,” he said, his voice muffled as he spoke, before licking a stripe up the valley between your breasts. The contact made you shiver with anticipation.

He then kissed your neck, slow open mouth kisses that threatened to eat you up, as his hands came down to firmly grasp your ass beneath the red skirt.

When he finally reached the place he loved to kiss most, your lips, his kiss was rough and needy, nipping at your lips and full of tongue. He swallowed every moan that he pulled out of your body. Then Eren brushed a finger over your clothed cunt, the fabric practically drenched with your slick.

“Eren stop teasing me,” you whined, your voice low in his ear, as a thumb pressed on your clit over the fabric. He rubbed it in a slow circle, amusement clear in his viridian eyes.

“Mm, but you’ve been teasing me all day baby, it’s only fair,” his finger hooked onto the edge of your panties, setting the fabric aside, exposing your dripping cunt to him. His finger swiped up and down your folds, causing you to shudder on his lap.

“Don’t you think–” you paused to catch a breath, his thumb once again assaulting your clit in dangerously slow but firm circles. “ –maybe we should move to the, ah, bedroom?”

“But then who’s gonna eat all these cookies?” Eren picked up a cookie from the platter on the table, bringing the treat up to his mouth. You groaned as you were faced with a double assault — with one hand, Eren was licking the frosting off one of the sugar cookies, while the other continued to tease your clit, mirth dancing across his features as he teased you.

“Eren—“ his name came out as a moan as he stuffed a long finger inside you. He didn’t even break eye contact, purple frosting coating his sinful tongue as he watched you squirm.

“Try some, baby,” his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, leaving remnants of frosting in its wake. Your hips involuntarily grinded down on him as he fingered you at a languid pace, not nearly fast enough for what you craved.

“Please, Eren,” He could feel your walls clenching around his finger, but he wasn’t anywhere near satisfied, not yet.

“Please, what?” He blinked at you innocently as he brought the cookie into his mouth past his lips. He bit down and ate half, holding the other half in the air in front of your mouth. You could barely form words between his fingers brushing against your spongy walls and the way he teased you with the frosted cookie. “My lovely wife forgot how to speak tonight, hm?”

“I want you inside me,” you breathed out.

“I already am,” as if to make a point he pulled his finger out to the first knuckle before stuffing it back in.

You reached a hand down, looping a finger underneath the waistband of his pants, “you know what I meant,” you huffed, suppressing another moan. He slipped a second finger inside, then finished off the cookie in his other hand, making sure to suck off the frosting off the tips of his fingers. He felt your body stiffen at the sight.

His two fingers curled up against the spot he knew so well inside you.

“Eren!” You cried out his name as his fingers moved exactly the way he’d made you come undone so many times before.

“You gotta be a little more quiet, honey,” he chuckled, though his fingers showed no sign of stopping. You wanted to last longer, feeling pathetic that with just two fingers Eren could make you come undone, but he easily did just that. You felt that familiar feeling in your center, the high that you craved so badly, and Eren knew it was coming from the silent moans that escaped your parted lips in the form of heavy breaths. He watched in awe, a thumb coming up to rub against your clit to help you reach your peak, as he licked the traces of frosting off his lips.

“Fuck, Eren,” you tried your best to keep your voice low as you threw your head back, your orgasm crashing over you in waves. Eren slowed down the movement of his fingers to a stop once he saw you were done, before pulling his fingers up to his lips. They were soaked with your essence and you watched as he lapped it up like a starved man downs a bottle of water, shooting you a cheeky grin.

“Can’t tell what’s sweeter, you or these cookies,” he said, his eyes trained on your hands as they came down to his waistband again. You tugged at the fabric, silently pleading at your husband with your eyes and a pout. He couldn’t help but smile, your want for him making his heart burst with affection. So many years together yet he’d still feel that feeling in his heart every time, the one where he couldn’t believe you wanted him in this way.

You moved back slightly, sitting on his knees. He lifted his hips slightly off the couch, just enough for you to pull down the fabric of his red pants and boxers to his mid thigh, freeing him from the confines of his clothing. His cock sprung free, the tip wet with his arousal. He watched with lidded eyes, biting his sugar-coated lips, as your hand moved up and down his shaft.

Eren stifled a groan. “Sit on Santa’s lap, baby.”

“Please stop calling yourself Santa, it’s weird,” you chuckled.

“Okay, how about sit on daddy’s lap?”

You could feel yourself clench around nothing, the way the word daddy came off his tongue sent shivers up your spine. You crawled up the short distance from his knees to his hips, your hands coming up to his shoulders, bunching up the red fabric as you gripped onto him for support. With his hands supporting your hips, you sunk down onto him, a sigh of pleasure leaving your parted lips. Before you could move your hips up, his hands on your hips firmly pushed you down, and he leaned in to give you a kiss.

“Not yet, baby,” he said as one hand let go of your hips to reach for another frosted cookie, “How about we finish these off first, hm?”

How could he even sit there so composed with his cock stuffing you so full? You were so frustrated, you just wanted to move. And he couldn't help but grin at your obvious predicament.

“Eren, baby, can we please go to the bedroom?” you tried your best to make your voice firm despite speaking in a hushed voice. He only chuckled.

“You spent the whole day teasing me like this,” he took his index finger and swiped down the center of a frosted cookie, picking up a hearty glob of frosting, before taking the frosting and drawing a stripe down his tongue. He made a show of sucking off his finger, his smoldering eyes meeting your heated gaze. “At least let me have a little fun.”

Before you could say anything else, he repeated the motion of picking up some frosting on his fingers – but this time instead of his tongue, his finger drew a line of frosting down the valley of your breasts. Your breath hitched in your throat as his hands came up to your shoulders and pulled down your top slightly. He felt your walls clench around him as he dipped his head down to suck off the sweet cream from your skin. Then he pulled down your top further down your arms until your breasts were exposed to him. Like an artist painting a canvas, he smirked as he covered your nipple with frosting.

“Eren, fuck can you, mmm, please–” you wanted to beg for him to stop, the teasing going way further than you imagined it would. His tongue swirled around your perked nipple, lapping off the saccharine cream, before he sucked at it, taking the last of the frosting into his mouth.

He took his fingers that were covered in frosting and tapped them onto your lips, a signal to open them. When you did, he placed his fingers onto your tongue. “Shhh, don’t wanna wake the kids do you?”

You shook your head no, before closing your lips around his fingers and sucking off the remaining frosting. You could feel his cock twitch inside you. He rutted his hips up, causing you to moan, though your mouth was closed around his fingers still. He brought the cookie to his lips, eating half, then he removed his fingers from your mouth and gave you the other half. They were soft and sweet, absolutely delicious. Even with most of the frosting removed.

Eren reached over for the glass of milk, taking a sip, watching in amusement as your patience was wearing down. There was one thing you could do, you realized as you watched him drink the white liquid.

You took the glass from out of his hand and took a sip, purposefully spilling a few drops from the corners of your lips. Immediately the imagery of white liquid on your lips brought his mind to not-so-innocent places, and you felt him stir below you. You stuck your tongue out, a faint white sheen coating your otherwise pink tongue, to lap up the drops of milk. You made sure to gaze at him the entire time, his mouth parted in surprise as he watched you.

This teasing was becoming too much, even for him.

“Fuck, hold on,” he tapped your thigh, his willpower gone. There was only so long he could take with you on his lap like that, in that sinful holiday outfit, drops of what could have been his essence trailing down your lips. You rose off his lap and he immediately moved up so that he was behind you, your body pressed down into the couch. In no time at all he slammed back into you, his hands gripping your hips so hard you’d probably wake up with bruises. But it didn’t matter, because all you could think of was how badly you wanted him.

“Please, daddy,” you begged, your head turned behind you to get a look at him. If you weren’t so turned on you’d almost laugh at his head-to-toe Santa get-up. But honestly he looked incredible even in an outfit as ridiculous as that one. His abs, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, glistened in the soft lights of the living room. His eyes were a deep muted green, sultry and full of his passion. His hands were so warm on your hips, somehow still sending tingles up your spine after all this time.

“Tell me what you want, angel,” he rocked his hips just once, enough to kiss your cervix, before dragging back out.

“I want you to fuck me,” you asked, pushing your hips back up against him.

A hand came off your hip to squeeze the meat of your ass. He leaned down to your ear, “Yeah? Daddy 'll fuck you real good. Just keep quiet, sweetheart.”

He bunched up the fabric of your top and skirt around your waist, the sight of the red and white fabric making your actions almost even more sinful — to be fucking while dressed like mr. and mrs. Claus was not something he ever expected to do. But fuck if it wasn’t turning him on.

He pulled back before snapping his hips into you, the force pushing you further into the couch. You bit your lip and he repeated the motions over and over, his cock stretching you open and dragging along your tight walls. He watched as you took him in over and over, whispers of expletives tumbling out of his lips.

Normally Eren was quite vocal during sex, but tonight it was all muffled grunts and silent groans, a true effort to keep quiet. But you were another story.

His thrusts were becoming relentless, and when he reached the spot that had you seeing stars you sobbed.

“Shit, Eren, right there—yes,” you were so lost in it you didn’t realize the volume of your voice was increasing with every word.

He leaned over you, his chest pressed against your back, his fingers hooking into your mouth again.

“Naughty girl, what did I say?” He spoke into your ear again, his breath hot and his voice low, breathless due to his exertion.

“Ta thee quifettt,” you tried to speak but his fingers held your tongue down.

“Good girl,” he sighed in approval as he continued to slam his cock into you, “so so good, take me so perfectly baby,” his voice was soft in your ear still, his hands coming back down to cover the back of yours, his long fingers occupying the gaps between yours. He felt you clenching tight around him, your body sinking further into the couch. You were close.

“‘Ren I’m gonna—Fuck—I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered below him. You felt him plant a kiss on your shoulder.

“Then do it. Cum on me, baby,” he bit down on your shoulder to suppress a groan as his thrusts were deep, reaching a spot in you that would have had you screaming if you weren’t 10 feet away from your sleeping children.

To help you reach your peak Eren pressed a finger against your clit, teasing circles around the bud. You were a goner after that, your orgasm coming quickly as you cried out his name.

Eren was close behind thanks to the way you clenched so tightly around him.

Suddenly Eren had an idea.

“Can I cum on your mouth?” He asked, his thrusts slowing down as you descended from your high.

“Anywhere you want,” you were too fucked out to care.

He pulled out, gesturing for you to sit up on the couch as he stood up before you. You stuck out your tongue and he brought the head of his sensitive dick to your mouth. He was on the edge already, his hand pumping his shaft as you licked at his tip, coated with your previous release. With a few strokes he came, a guttural moan coming out of his mouth from the back of his throat. His cum shot out into your mouth, some of it dribbling down the sides and over your chin. He watched as you stuck out your tongue to lap up whatever you didn’t swallow.

However there was still some left around your mouth. Eren swiped it up with his fingers, before reaching over for another cookie. You watched, a mixture of surprise and (to your own surprise?) arousal, as he mixed his seed with the frosting on the tips of his fingers. He stuck his fingers into your mouth and you sucked them clean.

“Eren, you’re so ridiculous,” you finally said after lapping up the last of his salty cum and the sweet frosting.

He chuckled, landing a quick kiss to your purple-stained lips, “what, you don’t like a little milk with your cookies?”

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cw pregnancy mention, gojo has a daughter, minors dni

Satoru has a fussy one-month-old in one arm and a cold bottle of pumped breastmilk in the other. 

It’s the dead of night, somewhere between 2 and 3 am, and it’s been just a little over three hours since you last fed the little bundle of joy, but she’s especially squirmy at this moment, and your husband has swooped in to collect her before she can wake you fully. It’s been a rough past few weeks, especially for you between recovering from a not particularly easy birth and dealing with the expansion of your little family from two to three. Gojo may have wished with every ounce of power that he could make your life easier - if he could have had the baby himself he absolutely would have - but he can only do so much. 

And he does everything he absolutely can. 

Bouncing her gently in his left arm, he sets up the bottle warmer, then leans on the counter to rock your daughter slowly back and forth. He has about six minutes to burn as he waits for the milk to be ready, and considers returning to your bedroom to glance over at you as you sleep. You’d been truly exhausted, loosely clinging to his neck as he moved you from the couch to tuck you into bed, murmuring his name and a sleep-softened word of thanks. It’s a relief so small that he offers you and yet you’re always so grateful, even with your eyes closed and barely conscious.

He loves you so much. 

Your little girl is so tiny in his arms but her weight in his hands is something incredible. She’s quieter now, still bundled warmly, and Gojo holds her with two hands to take her in fully, as he does so often these days. Clear blue eyes mirror his and wisps of white hair peek from under one of the many hats his students knitted for her. Despite the fact that she is his spitting image, he still finds it so hard to believe that she truly belongs to him. 

Him. He is her father. She is his. He is hers.

Her gaze at him is so focused sometimes that it feels almost like a challenge but his heart swells the longer he looks at her. He kisses her forehead then holds her close to his chest.

An alert goes off and he picks up the now warm bottle to test it on the back of his hand, then moves to the living room to feed her. 

His daughter closes her eyes as she drinks but Gojo cannot take his eyes off of her. He hums as she suckles and strokes at her cheek every so often with his thumb. She favors him so much in appearance but he’s constantly searching for you in the baby’s features, and he always finds it. You are her mother after all. 

There’s a saying that men who have a lot to prove are blessed with daughters, and at least in this case, it is proven to be true. He promises with every fiber of his being that he will be so very good to her and of course, to you.

OMG KIKIIIII!!! I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR U TALKING ABT ZHONGLI MAKING A MESS OUT OF HIS BELOVED S/O WITH HIS DRAGON TONGUE!!! AND YOU'RE WELCOMEEE!! ZHONGLI IS JUST CHEF'S KISS 🥰🥰🥰

ok, ok, hold on, I'm blushing like a slut right now, I've been thinking about zhongli using his body parts as dragon for such a long time... I might even make a longer post about it, but for now let's hold back with just a little bit!

zhongli is not the most experimental guy in the world because he has seen, felt and touched so many things in his life that it's hard for him not to know what he likes and what he doesn't, but this would be put in check when one day you asked him how he felt when he changed from human to dragon form and also asked if you could touch, or at least see, it. he hardly denies you anything, so if you ask, he gives it to you without a second thought, and it was a surprise for him to see you run your fingers so delicately over the small scales that appeared around his eyes when he slowly changed from human to half-draconic form that essentially only changed the eyes, mouth including teeth, and the appearance of the skin on his face and neck. your fingers passed over his mouth as they stroked his cheek and, in an innocent game, zhongli let his forked tongue slip between his lips and curl around your index finger.

it was a strange sensation for you, the texture of the tongue was still soft, but it seemed to tickle, especially when zhongli contorted and wrapped it around the base of your finger as if he was making a ring. you silly giggled, if your much older boyfriend had known what was going on in your mind as his tongue went back into his mouth maybe his cheeks would have turned red.

little did you know that zhongli was thinking the same thing, maybe even more explicitly and maliciously than you were. but, because of that, it wasn't all that surprising when he pinned you against the bed and slid between your legs with hands already spreading your thighs and busying themselves with removing your clothes.

it was only a matter of time before his forked tongue came out between lips again and this time brushed against your clit in the same smooth way it had done around your delicate finger. you inevitably felt little electric waves travel down your back and your pussy tightened around nothing; all beneath the watchful eyes of the former geo archon.

the chance was before his eyes, why not try it? if you asked him to stop, he would do it immediately. but, stopping? was literally the last thing on your mind and in your trembling body as soon as you felt your walls being slowly opened and stretched by zhongli's long tongue and the tips of it curving up to brush against your sweetest spot.

your hips forced themselves up against his face, grinding as if you were about to ride the face of that ancient god. and he would have let you do that if he didn't want to fuck you so badly on his own with his inhuman tongue and make you cum hard for it.

his hands held you sometimes by the hips, sometimes by the thighs, and his amber eyes with a reptilian pupil cutting them down the middle never left yours for all the minutes he used to turn you into a mess of drooling, whimpering, and loud moans that matched, to zhongli's eyes, and very much with the wet sounds coming from his tongue running between your folds, licking your throbbing clit and exploring your pussy; all while your slickness wet his mouth and chin and advocated how close to orgasm you were.

zhongli couldn't feel your body inside completely using just his tongue, but from the way your thighs were trying to smother him and your walls tightened around the length of his wet muscle he could tell that the hot sensation deep inside of the bottom of your belly was getting more and more intense and tighter.

in the end, you came with the archon geo's tongue still deep inside your tiny pussy and with no chance to move away from his mouth, since his hands were firmly around your thighs pinning your quivering body against the bed and his mouth completely over you, drinking every last drop of your sweet juices.

during those brief seconds that your vision blurred and your toes curled, you felt too full with just his tongue and it felt even better when your face lowered to look at zhongli's and his eyes were staring at you as if the best prey lay before them. you were lucky enough to look at him as soon as his tongue slid out and snaked through the air licking his chin and part of his cheeks and your inner thigh wet from your sweet juices.

"mhm," zhongli hummed standing up and giving you a smile that let you catch a glimpse of his startled canines, "it's not so bad to have a dragon boyfriend sometimes, right?"

maybe you two had better prepare each other. you because zhongli would want to eat you out from now on using only his draconic tongue, he because you wanted to test how far he could control his own powers when being deep inside you and fucking you without being completely in his human form.

— genshin masterlist.

Okay…..so…..hear me out……..

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hi angels 👼🏼 last year was fun, so, why not!? welcome to my slutober aka kinktober 2022. have fun my kinky angels <3

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✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 1.

gun play + loid forger

summary. hired by an anonymous to kill a CEO, the job becomes more complicated than expected when your target turns out to be a tough-skinned man who may also be hiding a secret that could compromise your mission

cw. undercover spy!loid, assassin f!reader, oral, body worship, creampie, mating press, office sex, praise, pet names (princess, angel), gun play, fingering | wc. 4.300

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 2.

spectrophilia + fushiguro toji

summary. father and son move into an antique mansion, ready to start a new life — but the house's past seems to be waiting for them 

cw. dilf!toji, ghost f!reader, toji is a good dad, oral, praise, pet names, m. solo, size kink, creampie, mating press, fingering, doggy, full nelson, squirting | wc. 6500

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 3.

somnophilia + bokuto kotaro

summary. daddy’s bunny doesn’t dare wake him up if her pussy aches, she does it herself

cw. daddy!bokuto, hybrid bunny f!reader, thigh riding, size kink, mild somno, praise, pussyjob, creampie | wc. 600

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 4.

double penetration + gojo satoru

summary.

cw. incubus!gojo, f!reader

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 5.

body worship + sebastian moran

summary.

cw. husband!moran, wife!reader

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 6.

cumflation + beelzebub

summary.

cw. demon form!beel, f!reader

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 7.

anal + iwaizumi hajime

summary.

cw. athletic trainer!iwa, f!reader

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 8.

breeding kink + hawks

summary.

cw. dragon!hawks, princess!reader

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 9.

squirting + ryomen sukuna

summary. this one will be pt 2 of last year's work

cw. piercer!sukuna, f!reader

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 10.

exhibitionism + riftan calypse

summary.

cw. husband!riftan, wife!reader,

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 11.

teratophilia + fushiguro toji

summary.

cw. monsterfucking, werewolf!toji, f!reader

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 12.

cnc + aki ayakawa

summary.

cw. serial killer!aki, f!reader

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 13.

dumbification + sebastian moran

summary.

cw. colonel!moran, nurse f!reader

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 14.

size kink + ushijima wakatoshi

summary.

cw. f!reader

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 15.

cock worship + shigaraki tomura

summary.

cw. boyfriend!shigaraki, girlfriend!reader,

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 16.

knife play + gojo satoru

summary.

cw. ghostface!gojo, cheerleader f!reader,

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 17.

exophilia + ken ryuguji n mitsuya takashi

summary.

cw. alien!draken + alien!mitsuya, f!reader

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 18.

sacrilege + ryomen sukuna

summary.

cw. yakuza boss!sukuna, miko!reader

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 19.

overstimulation + quanxi

summary.

cw. girlfriend!quanxi, girlfriend!reader

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 20.

intoxication + hebaron nirta

summary.

cw. barmaid!reader

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 21.

praise kink + sebastian moran

summary.

cw. barmaid!reader

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 22.

hybristophilia + dabi

summary.

cw. hero!dabi, villain f!reader

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 23.

gloryhole + fushiguro toji

summary.

cw. stepdad!toji, stepdaughter!reader

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 24.

oral fixation + manjiro sano

summary.

cw. doctor!mikey, patient f!reader

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 25.

free choice + gojo satoru

summary.

cw. underground boxer!gojo, f!reader

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 26.

pet play + makima

summary.

cw. puppy f!reader,

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 27.

power imbalance + lucifer

summary.

cw. vice president!lucifer, student f!reader

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 28.

predator/prey + eren jaeger

summary.

cw. stalker!eren, cam girl!reader,

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 29.

mirror sex + tengen uzui

summary.

cw. hashira!uzui, demon f!reader

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 30.

bukkake + MSBY black jackal (meian, bokuto, a. miya, sakusa)

summary.

cw. journalist f!reader

✧˖*°࿐ OCTOBER 31.

corruption kink + fushiguro toji, gojo satoru, ryomen sukuna, geto suguru (not sure about geto lol)

summary.

cw. dilf(s), babysitter f!reader

+ overview of kinks you may have questions on:

spectrophilia ✧˖*°࿐ is sexual attraction to ghosts or sexual arousal from images in mirrors, as well as the alleged phenomenon of sexual encounters between ghosts and humans

exophilia ✧˖*°࿐ is a sexual attraction to strange, or otherworldly things, such as extraterrestrial lifeforms, supernatural beings, robots and other non-human things.

teratophilia ✧˖*°࿐ sexual attraction to monster

power imbalance ✧˖*°࿐ refers to the unequal distribution of control and power between partners

cumflation ✧˖*°࿐ being filled with too much cum, resulting in a ‘belly bulge’

hybristophilia ✧˖*°࿐ sexual interest in and attraction to those who commit crimes. in some cases, this may be directed toward people in prison for various types of criminal activities

exhibitionism ✧˖*°࿐ who enjoys the thrill and/or excitement of having sex in random nontraditional areas usually public places

bukkake ✧˖*°࿐ japanese ぶっかけ ‘bukkakeru’ (wetting, dripping), is a group sex practice in which several men ejaculate in turn or together on a person, often kneeling. sometimes it may coincide with the ingestion of semen

+ if there's something you don't like, ignore it!!!

+ kinktober 2021 | main m.list

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Doggy with Gojo

! ETERNAL DEVOTION

synopsis: zhongli finds you worshipping him and offers you a contract

cw; sub fem! reader, god / mortal dynamic, fingering, vaginal penetration, size difference, age gap, mentions of mind control, also slight monster fucking

controlling a mortal was as simple as a snap of his fingers, you'd be under his spell doing everything his way — but one look at you tells him he doesn't need to do that because you'd succumb to him the moment he appeared in front of you, just like you were born to be his, body and mind

zhongli's eyes follow you as you place the last piece of offering beneath his statue; the young rex lapis would have asked for more, for you to kneel and pray, but he's aged, he's no longer at his peak and he’s tired of all the arrogance he once had

however, you, this young and innocent girl with such a strong devotion to your god, has that part of him vacillating once more, a part of him determined to make you his, to feel greater again

he is selfish when he reveals his identity to you one night, handing you a contract on what he wants out of this ‘relationship’ — and you were so quick to oblige, so obedient, so good for him, just like how he predicted the moment he laid eyes on you

zhongli feels like he’s ascending to celestia when he pulls you onto his lap, ass soft and plush on his aching dick, giving it just the right amount of pleasure like you knew what it needed

his clawed hands finally appears after years of hiding in the facade of ‘the human zhongli’, and he sighs in pleasure at the feeling, leaving light scratches on your already naked body — he thinks the way your moans and whimpers spill from your mouth is downright sinful, but he can't deny that it makes him want more

when you nod meekly and bring his hand to your dripping core, he tells you that it'll be okay, that he'll make you feel good if you give him the chance — and he's grown bigger without his knowledge, so big that he thinks if he pushes himself in, he'll split you apart

his fingers work magic on your pussy as he frees himself from the restraints of his pants, letting the leaking tip press against the crevice of your ass, golden cum smearing on your untouched body, burning into your skin; a sign that your god is marking you as his

he deems you ready when you cum around his fingers for the second time, body spasming in his embrace — his eyes roll involuntarily the minute he presses his dick into you, so wet, so tight, so warm and perfect, squeezing him so deliciously that he may cum on the spot

no mortal or celestial being had ever made him feel this way; it made him realize what 'making love' really meant, rather than just ‘sex’ which he had been doing for the past 6000 years of his life

zhongli effortlessly flips you around, forcing you to face him as you struggle to adjust to his sheer size, the stretch painful yet addictive — you're clinging on for dear life as he bounces you on his cock, hands holding you in place to prevent you from fleeing, not when you're both on cloud nine — so you allow yourself to sink deeper into the feeling, relaxing and surrendering your body to morax, allowing him to show you his promise from the start

“gonna cum—”

warnings sputter from you as you bury your face into his chest, and he groans at the view; the size difference along with the way your gummy walls spasm around him pushes him closer to the edge as well

his fingers wrap around your neck to force eye contact with him before kissing you roughly, his longer dragon tongue dipping into the warm cavern, tangling with your own

“cum. cum for me, mortal.”

white surrounds you the moment you hear the command, body freezing up at the orgasm that knocked the wind out of you — zhongli’s own high has him seeing stars, something he’s never experienced before

it took him sometime to regain consciousness, his gaze immediately trailing to where the two of you are connected as he watches golden streaks of cum drip out in amazement

for a while, he let himself become vulnerable, allowing the two of you to stay like that as you fall asleep on him, bathing in the silence of the night and the warmth of another, something he hadn't had in a long, long time

Boobie with Toji

TOJI