October 1st - Dacryphilia W/ Tsukki, Mikey, Sukuna

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.

Will you accept his proposal? 💍

wind breaker / that moment you catch your parents on a date

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!

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