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10/2 - Hawks x Mirko x Reader x Enjin x Semiu

Orgy • Mask Kink • Swinging • Girl On Girl • Guy on Guy • Public Sex • Fellatio • Oral • Spitroast • sub!Reader • Strap-Ons • Cum Play • Spit Play • Anal & PIV

10/11 - Teacher!Aizawa x College Girl!Reader

Age Gap • College Student x Professor • Seduction • Taboo Sex • DILF Kink • Cheating • Bondage • Brat Taming • Facefuck ♦ Dom!Aizawa x sub!Reader

10/19 - Scare Actor!Choso x Bimbo!Reader

Public Sex • Amusement Park • Slutty!Reader • Deepthroat • Pussy-Eating • Fingering • Fear Play • Against The Wall • Quickie

10/22 - Ghost!Gojo x Ghost Buster!Reader x Demon!Sukuna

Sharing • Dubcon • Rape • Threesome • Body Posession • Dual Blowjob • Spitroast • Bimbo!Reader • Creampies • Bukkake

10/25 - Villain!Deku x Hero!Reader

Knife Play • Kidnapping • Bondage • Suspension • Pain Play • Dom!Deku x sub!Reader • Facefuck • Rough Sex • Breeding

NEW SPELLS: MY KINKTOBER PROMPTS!

10/6 - Purger/Cult Leader!Geto x Fem!Reader

Medical Play • Latex Kink • Dubcon • Rape • Mask Kink • Mild Blood Play • Spit Play • Facefuck • Rough Fuck • Cum Play • Degradation

10/14 - Ghostface!Baku x GF!Reader

Mask Kink • Roleplay • Phone Sex • Home Invasion • Rape Play • Legs Up Missionary • Strength Play • Dom!Baku x sub!Reader 

10/16 - Freaky!Gojo x Femcel!Reader 

Somno • Noncon • Rape • Mind Control • Degradation • Yandere!Gojo • Biting • Blood Play • Knife Play • Marking • Breeding

10/20 - Warhead!Enjin x Fem!Reader

Gun Play • Zombie Apocalypse AU • Bunker Sex • Threesome • 69 • Snugglefuck • Size Difference • Soft Dom!Enjin x sub!Reader

10/27 - Alien!Choso x Lab Assistant!Reader

Size Difference • First Time Sex • Virgin!Choso • Outercourse • First Time Intercourse • Tail Stroking • Cum Drunk • Breeding

10/28 - Adam!Gojo x Eve!Reader x Satan!Geto

Religion Kink • Manipulation • Aphrodisiacs • Dubcon • Rape • Voyeurism • Threesome • Tail Play • PIV • Anal • Objectification • Free Use!Reader

10/30 - Vampire!Higuruma x Witch!Reader x Werewolf!Nanami

Threesome • Crack lol - Halloweentown-esque • Biting • Marking • Spitroast • Throat Expansion • Knotting • Transformation

10/31 - Gomez Addams!Higuruma x Morticia Addams!Reader

Quickie • Graveyard Sex • Married Couple • Pain Play • Overstimulation • Pussy Eating • Cum Play • Breeding • Mating Press

10/31 - Camp Counselor!Kiri x Camp Counselor!Reader

First Time • Close Proximity • Crush Confession - Strength Play • Wet n Messy Sex • Spitting • Against The Wall • Standing Sex • Fear Play • Cum On Ass

10/31 - Hubby!Gojo x Mommy!Reader

Roleplay • Papa!Gojo x Mama!Reader • Domesticated Life • Couch Sex • Movie Night • Sex Addict!Gojo • Lactation • Doggy • Overstim • Reader Cums 4x

10/31 - Venom!Toji x Nerdy!Reader 

Monsterfucking • Alley Way Sex • Size Queen!Reader • Body Possession • Outercourse • Against The Wall • Licking • Reader Passes Out

A TASTE OF MY CAULDRON YOU SEEK? COME HITHER & LOOK BELOW!

No Saints, All Sinners (Priest!Nanami x Nun/Demon!Reader x Priest!Gojo)

Religion Kink • Supernatural Transformation • Blood Play • Dubcon • Rape • Dom!Nanami x sub!Reader x Dom!Gojo • Spanking • Brat Taming • Spitroast • Tail Stroking • Creampies

Under Your Skin (Vampire!Geto x Black!Fem!Reader)

Strangers to Lovers • Seduction • Eye Fucking • Star-Crossed Lovers • Angsty Sex • Biting • Marking • Blood Play • Yearning • Soft Dom!Geto • Bondage • Hypnosis

That’s Not Your Husband (Zombie!Gojo x Witch!Reader)

Noncon • Rape • Bruises • Blood Play • Choking • Breeding • Mating Press • Yandere!Geto • Mind Break • Overstim

You Fuckin’ With A Demon! (Ex!Jabber x Black!F!Reader)

Exes to Lovers • Toxic Yandere!Jabber • Stalking • Public Sex • Shotgunning • Rough Sex • Facefuck • Choking • Hair-Pulling • Spanking • Doggy Over Car

I Don’t Do Drugs, But I’ll Do You! (Loser!Choso x Mean Girl!Reader x Drug Dealers!KunaGeto)

College AU • Halloween Party • Cucking • Drugging • Dubcon • Rape • Mentions of Body Mods • Tattoo & Piercing Kink • On Camera • Public Sex • Blackmail • Brat Taming

A Love Hot Like Fire (Dragon Hybrid!KiriBaku x Black!Bimbo/Knight!Reader)

Fantasy AU • Interspecies Sex • Shape-Shifting • Tail Job • Double BJ • Double Pussy-Eating • Soft Doms • Knotting • Mating Press • Anal Play • Gaping • Spit Play

Don't Open The Door (Coworker! x Fem!Reader)

Backrooms AU • Coworkers to Lovers • Drunk Sex • Wet n Messy • Deepthroat • Doggy • Mating Press • Strength Play • Mystery • Twist Ending

A Love For Eternity (Frankenstein!Gojo x Bride!Reader ft. Victor!Sukuna) 

Frankenstein AU • Monster!Gojo x Human/Monster!Reader • Supernatural • Monsterfucking • Yearning • First Time Sex • Mating Press • Full Nelson • Strength Play • Multiple Creampies • Overstim

Just Say “I Do” (Corpse Bride!Choso x Betrothed!Reader)

Corpse Bride AU • Strangers to Lovers • Forbidden Love • Forest Sex • Love Confession • Slow Sex • Pleaser!Choso x Pleaser!Reader • Multiple Os • Creampies • Breeding • Marriage Proposal

A Love For Eternity (Frankenstein!Gojo x Bride!Reader ft. Victor!Sukuna) 

Angst • Yearning • Tragic Love • Interspecies Sex • Forbidden Romance • First Time Sex • sub/soft Dom!Gojo • Overstim • Strength Play • Body Mods • Size Difference • Multiple Creampies

MORE TO BE ADDED!

𝑺𝒆𝒆 𝒚'𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝑶𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓! - 𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐 𝑱𝒂𝒛𝒛

10/2 - Hawks x Mirko x Reader x Enjin x Semiu

Orgy • Mask Kink • Swinging • Girl On Girl • Guy on Guy • Public Sex • Fellatio • Oral • Spitroast • sub!Reader • Strap-Ons • Cum Play • Spit Play • Anal & PIV

10/11 - Teacher!Aizawa x College Girl!Reader

Age Gap • College Student x Professor • Seduction • Taboo Sex • DILF Kink • Cheating • Bondage • Brat Taming • Facefuck ♦ Dom!Aizawa x sub!Reader

10/19 - Scare Actor!Choso x Bimbo!Reader

Public Sex • Amusement Park • Slutty!Reader • Deepthroat • Pussy-Eating • Fingering • Fear Play • Against The Wall • Quickie

10/22 - Ghost!Gojo x Ghost Buster!Reader x Demon!Sukuna

Sharing • Dubcon • Rape • Threesome • Body Posession • Dual Blowjob • Spitroast • Bimbo!Reader • Creampies • Bukkake

10/25 - Villain!Deku x Hero!Reader

Knife Play • Kidnapping • Bondage • Suspension • Pain Play • Dom!Deku x sub!Reader • Facefuck • Rough Sex • Breeding

NEW SPELLS: MY KINKTOBER PROMPTS!

10/6 - Purger/Cult Leader!Geto x Fem!Reader

Medical Play • Latex Kink • Dubcon • Rape • Mask Kink • Mild Blood Play • Spit Play • Facefuck • Rough Fuck • Cum Play • Degradation

10/14 - Ghostface!Baku x GF!Reader

Mask Kink • Roleplay • Phone Sex • Home Invasion • Rape Play • Legs Up Missionary • Strength Play • Dom!Baku x sub!Reader 

10/16 - Freaky!Gojo x Femcel!Reader 

Somno • Noncon • Rape • Mind Control • Degradation • Yandere!Gojo • Biting • Blood Play • Knife Play • Marking • Breeding

10/20 - Warhead!Enjin x Fem!Reader

Gun Play • Zombie Apocalypse AU • Bunker Sex • Threesome • 69 • Snugglefuck • Size Difference • Soft Dom!Enjin x sub!Reader

10/27 - Alien!Choso x Lab Assistant!Reader

Size Difference • First Time Sex • Virgin!Choso • Outercourse • First Time Intercourse • Tail Stroking • Cum Drunk • Breeding

10/28 - Adam!Gojo x Eve!Reader x Satan!Geto

Religion Kink • Manipulation • Aphrodisiacs • Dubcon • Rape • Voyeurism • Threesome • Tail Play • PIV • Anal • Objectification • Free Use!Reader

10/30 - Vampire!Higuruma x Witch!Reader x Werewolf!Nanami

Threesome • Crack lol - Halloweentown-esque • Biting • Marking • Spitroast • Throat Expansion • Knotting • Transformation

10/31 - Gomez Addams!Higuruma x Morticia Addams!Reader

Quickie • Graveyard Sex • Married Couple • Pain Play • Overstimulation • Pussy Eating • Cum Play • Breeding • Mating Press

10/31 - Camp Counselor!Kiri x Camp Counselor!Reader

First Time • Close Proximity • Crush Confession - Strength Play • Wet n Messy Sex • Spitting • Against The Wall • Standing Sex • Fear Play • Cum On Ass

10/31 - Hubby!Gojo x Mommy!Reader

Roleplay • Papa!Gojo x Mama!Reader • Domesticated Life • Couch Sex • Movie Night • Sex Addict!Gojo • Lactation • Doggy • Overstim • Reader Cums 4x

10/31 - Venom!Toji x Nerdy!Reader 

Monsterfucking • Alley Way Sex • Size Queen!Reader • Body Possession • Outercourse • Against The Wall • Licking • Reader Passes Out

A TASTE OF MY CAULDRON YOU SEEK? COME HITHER & LOOK BELOW!

No Saints, All Sinners (Priest!Nanami x Nun/Demon!Reader x Priest!Gojo)

Religion Kink • Supernatural Transformation • Blood Play • Dubcon • Rape • Dom!Nanami x sub!Reader x Dom!Gojo • Spanking • Brat Taming • Spitroast • Tail Stroking • Creampies

Under Your Skin (Vampire!Geto x Black!Fem!Reader)

Strangers to Lovers • Seduction • Eye Fucking • Star-Crossed Lovers • Angsty Sex • Biting • Marking • Blood Play • Yearning • Soft Dom!Geto • Bondage • Hypnosis

That’s Not Your Husband (Zombie!Gojo x Witch!Reader)

Noncon • Rape • Bruises • Blood Play • Choking • Breeding • Mating Press • Yandere!Geto • Mind Break • Overstim

You Fuckin’ With A Demon! (Ex!Jabber x Black!F!Reader)

Exes to Lovers • Toxic Yandere!Jabber • Stalking • Public Sex • Shotgunning • Rough Sex • Facefuck • Choking • Hair-Pulling • Spanking • Doggy Over Car

I Don’t Do Drugs, But I’ll Do You! (Loser!Choso x Mean Girl!Reader x Drug Dealers!KunaGeto)

College AU • Halloween Party • Cucking • Drugging • Dubcon • Rape • Mentions of Body Mods • Tattoo & Piercing Kink • On Camera • Public Sex • Blackmail • Brat Taming

A Love Hot Like Fire (Dragon Hybrid!KiriBaku x Black!Bimbo/Knight!Reader)

Fantasy AU • Interspecies Sex • Shape-Shifting • Tail Job • Double BJ • Double Pussy-Eating • Soft Doms • Knotting • Mating Press • Anal Play • Gaping • Spit Play

Don't Open The Door (Coworker! x Fem!Reader)

Backrooms AU • Coworkers to Lovers • Drunk Sex • Wet n Messy • Deepthroat • Doggy • Mating Press • Strength Play • Mystery • Twist Ending

A Love For Eternity (Frankenstein!Gojo x Bride!Reader ft. Victor!Sukuna) 

Frankenstein AU • Monster!Gojo x Human/Monster!Reader • Supernatural • Monsterfucking • Yearning • First Time Sex • Mating Press • Full Nelson • Strength Play • Multiple Creampies • Overstim

Just Say “I Do” (Corpse Bride!Choso x Betrothed!Reader)

Corpse Bride AU • Strangers to Lovers • Forbidden Love • Forest Sex • Love Confession • Slow Sex • Pleaser!Choso x Pleaser!Reader • Multiple Os • Creampies • Breeding • Marriage Proposal

A Love For Eternity (Frankenstein!Gojo x Bride!Reader ft. Victor!Sukuna) 

Angst • Yearning • Tragic Love • Interspecies Sex • Forbidden Romance • First Time Sex • sub/soft Dom!Gojo • Overstim • Strength Play • Body Mods • Size Difference • Multiple Creampies

MORE TO BE ADDED!

𝑺𝒆𝒆 𝒚'𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝑶𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓! - 𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐 𝑱𝒂𝒛𝒛

The summer was in full bloom that year, and the air that seeped past your open window was hot and sizzling, wrapping around your spine and coating it with sweat. A small electric fan buzzed on your bedside table, oscillating between your head and the rest of your body.

Darkness cloaked your room, leaving only shadows dancing on the moonlit wall. A shadow of someone or something was lying on your bed, leaning over your perked-up ass.

It never said anything. You could hear nothing but the slurps and moans and heavy lapping of its tongue over your pussy, as you wriggled in pleasure beneath its strong fingers.

Sometimes its arm would wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to its mouth. Warm, wet, constantly lamenting the sweetness of your juices as it feasted itself with a pure starvation.

And as hard as it was to admit – the oral sex the demon was giving was the best you'd ever had. Never using anything but his tongue and fingers, always aiming to pleasure you until the pinching bliss gradually built in your lower belly, bubbling and rolling in heavy waves.

The thing was that, no matter how long the thing was eating you out, it never, ever, let you cum.

No matter how close you were, how much the craving for a release was almost spilling past your trembling thighs, the demon pulled away the moment your clit swelled in a threat of releasing.

And then your body was being pulled from a dream by the clock that rang on your bedside table.

Daybreak was creeping past the open window, early rays of sunshine kissing your sweating cheeks as hair stayed plastered to your face and saliva dripped down your chin.

Your panties were soaked to the brim, and only when your legs finally moved did you feel the wetness dripping down to your knees. The bedsheets were completely drenched, your pussy and ass dripping wet, and a sweat rolled down your spine.

"Motherfucker," you gritted through your teeth, the pleasure still bubbling unreleased in your belly.

The same feeling you woke up with every fucking day over the past two weeks.

You sighed, slowly sitting up on the bed and looking out the window at a few students strolling across campus. It was 6 a.m., and if you wanted to make it to the cafeteria's breakfast, it was time to get up.

It took you half an hour to get ready, and before you left your dorm room, with a bag over your shoulder, you glanced at the drenched bed. At this point, washing it every single evening was the most embarrassing part of your day.

The humiliation ritual of putting the sheets into your laundry basket and walking down the dorm hall without looking anyone in the eye. The quick, hurried movements of pushing them into the depths of a washing machine, trying to cover the stains of sweat and cum.

It made you fucking restless.

And maybe your mood wouldn't be so ruined as it always was if the thing at least let you cum. But you always woke up too late to finish the job by yourself, and even if you did spend those ten minutes rubbing your clit against the vibrator, the feeling was never the same.

The thing was that you didn't even know what it was. A demon? A nightmare? A monster of some sort?

It always rolled you on your belly, pressing its muscular arms to your hips and keeping you tight in place. Fingers pushed your panties to the side, nostrils always took an obscene breath of your cunt, and tongue lapped through it with trembling moans that sent shivers down your spine.

You tried to roll yourself over a few times. To look down and see what creature, a monstrosity, was spending half of the night on eating your pussy with a starvation unknown to mankind. And whenever you tried to move, moan, or jerk your leg just to kick it back – the nightmare always cried in agitation and pressed his palm to your back more strongly.

You couldn't win against such power. So you lay through hours and hours, allowing the creature to bite, slurp, kiss the swollen folds of your pussy and thrust its fingers with a groaning pleasure.

Oh God.

Even now, walking through the campus at damn 6:30 a.m., you couldn't forget the feeling of its tongue slurping through the creamy sweetness of your cunt.

The cafeteria was just around the corner when you bumped into something.

"You good?"

Someone.

You looked up, seeing the familiar, cheeky grin fixed on the pale face.

"Why are you up so early, Satoru?"

He adjusted the training bag on his shoulder, and only then did you notice he was wearing training clothes.

"We have a big game next week, dummy," he reminded you, gently flicking your forehead. "What's wrong? Are you ill?"

He was probably referring to the purplish puffs that swelled beneath your eyes. Or maybe hair pinned messily with a claw. An oversized t-shirt you threw on too quickly? Oh, the shorts that merely hid your ass.

His arm slowly wrapped around your waist as he smacked your ass with an open palm.

So the shorts.

"Thanks," you grunted, rolling your eyes. "I'm just tired. The exams are in two weeks, and I can't sleep at all."

He pouted, pressing his lips to your forehead. He wasn't your boyfriend, just a friend, and occasionally a friend with benefits.

"Wanna come over on Saturday?" he asked, a smirk already tugging at his lips. "You've been surprisingly unappeased lately."

That's because I've been haunted by a sex-maniac demon who never lets me cum, you wanted to say. But you didn't, and instead shook your head, correcting the bag on your shoulder.

"It's fine. I need to study, and you have your training."

His chilly fingers tucked a single lock of hair that slipped from your pin-up. "Well, a quick cardio session wouldn't hurt."

A giggle escaped your throat as he once again smacked your ass.

But that was it from the brief encounter, as Satoru really needed to go, and you started to feel growling coming from the depths of your belly.

You loved mornings on campus. Not many people came for breakfast, so you could walk peacefully through the cafeteria and take your time choosing dishes. Without having to fight for a table, as was usually the case by noon, you joined Yuki, Shoko and Utahime, already chatting by one of the tables outside, with a beautiful, broad view over the campus's lush grounds and old-style red-brick buildings brushing the still-rising sun.

You plumped down into the chair, with a warm cup of coffee and a mix of eggs, bread, fruit, and pancakes on your tray.

"Another dream?" Yuki chuckled, chewing on her paper cup.

You looked at the cheekily waggling eyebrows and snorted. "More like a nightmare."

Shoko lit up a cigarette while Utahime continued picking her breakfast. "I wouldn't mind if some hot lesbian ate my pussy every single night."

Shoko raised an eyebrow, and Utahime whispered a silent right before stuffing her mouth with a fat spoonful of cornflakes.

"The point is…" You sighed, taking a sip of bitter, cheap coffee. "I don't know why it came or how to get rid of it."

Yuki licked a spoonful of her yoghurt, letting it sit on her tongue for a while.

Shoko puffed out grey smoke and bit the inside of her cheek. "Try to talk to it."

A groan from your throat was stifled by the load of pancakes you had stuffed yourself with. The sweetness spilt on your tongue as you thought for a while about her suggestions.

It's not that you never tried to, but the state your body was slipping into wasn't very compliant with your demands. It felt as if you slowly entered a semi-conscious state, where the only words that could slip past your lips were moans as his tongue drenched itself on your–

"Yeah, I can't," you mumbled, adding more syrup to your pancakes. "Maybe I should see a doctor."

"Or a witch," Yuki added before Utahime shot her a look. "What? Even a fucking priest. Maybe she's possessed or something."

Utahime rolled her eyes and took a sip of coffee. It probably tasted as bad as yours, soaked through the paper. "She's stressed, that's all. The exams are just around the corner, and everyone is losing their minds."

Shoko nodded and reached behind Utahime's chair to rest her arm there. Fingers slipped onto the girl's shoulder, tugging at the long, dark hair and wrapping around the soft lock.

"That's true. Maybe you should try to relax a bit. Go to a party or something?" she said, raising a straight eyebrow.

You leaned against the chair with a sigh. Tears of sleepiness swelled behind your eyelids, and the thought of joining all five classes was making your head throb with a dull headache.

You really needed a good sleep. Good, in the sense of not spending half the night being pleasured by a sex demon, only to end up not cumming even once. Edging was never your thing, and a throbbing that pulsed between your legs at the sheer thought of going back to sleep again made you restless.

After breakfast, all of you went in different directions. You headed towards the chemistry building. Yuki headed to engineering, Utahime to fashion, and Shoko, with a third cigarette dangling from her lips, towards the morgue, where all her recent classes took place.

Hours and hours of classes, spent wearing a white caftan and goofy glasses, mixing all the probes together until your professor had to excuse you.

"Take a nap, huh?" he said, looking pityingly at the miserable state you were in by the desk.

The problem was – you couldn't take a nap. No matter how much you wanted to, at some point during your sleep, the demon would go back anyway.

It was the last class of the day anyway, and so, swinging to the sides, with a pounding head and eyes throbbing from lack of rest, you went back to your dorm.

The bed was still there, with the sheets now dry and no satin left after your morning wetness. You pondered for a while whether the change was really needed, and finally groaned, letting yourself fall onto it.

Just a short nap, you thought. No more than an hour. And after that, you'll wake up, eat the instant noodles you'd stuffed into the bedside table, and study for exams. The holidays were just around the corner, and you truly needed a fucking break from everything that's been going on lately.

With the clock set, dressed in the same shirt you wore all day and just wearing panties, you turned off the night lamp.

A few minutes had passed. Your body was slowly relaxing – lips fell open, legs slightly parted as you lay on your bed.

The evening was slowly settling over the horizon. The purples, oranges, and pinks crept through your window, laying thick strokes on the poster-glued walls. The heat was milder than during the day, yet equally unpleasant, with beads of sweat gathering on your forehead.

Just an hour. A quick nap.

It wasn't even enough to enter the deep REM state, yet… the familiar feeling once again tickled your spine.

Something brushed your ankles. The calves, knees, before slipping up to thighs and parting them wider. Your eyes stayed closed, as your body, like a traitor, allowed itself to melt under the heavy breaths following your legs.

Something wet kissed your knees. Something long gave a long lap to the inside of your thighs. Warm and trembling, you felt a big thumb press against a wet patch in your panties.

Heavy breath left your parted lips, and lashes fluttered as you finally opened your eyes. The room was bathed in crimson hues, and the setting sun licked the walls, darkening with each minute.

For the first time in two weeks, you lie on your back. Almost conscious, with a tingling in your fingers and a breath shallower than usual. You still can't move fully, but your head jerks slightly, wishing to look down at the creature that haunts your dreams.

You… at this point, you weren't terrified of anything you could see. Many different thoughts had crossed your mind: a spectre, a demon, or a beast that was plaguing your mind.

What you didn't expect, however, was to see a man.

A young man at that, not much older than you. With dark, long hair brushing his shoulders and sweetly furrowed brows, as he pressed his cheek to the inside of your left thigh.

Lidded eyes swelled with purplish lines, but seemingly much more sexy than the sleepless swells you had.

He was… oh God, he was so fucking beautiful.

And something in your heart fluttered when his muscular arm lay on your stomach, only to pull you closer. As always, he took a long, filthy smell of your cunt, one finger pushing the panties to the side only for a puppy groan to follow right after.

And God forbid you if the pitiful sound he made didn't make you even wetter.

You tried to stay silent and calm, so the demon wouldn't know you could see him. Your fingers ached to touch him, to reach for his silky hair, and to skim your index finger along the muscles that bulged beneath his milky skin on his back.

His hip moved against the sheets. Shyly, yet deep, as he groaned right against the parted folds of your pussy.

Fuck. He was hot.

And you, you felt the need to grab him by the hair and push against your clit till the shuddering bliss would finally coat your spine.

You needed a good orgasm, maybe more than sleep itself. With eyes slightly squinted and breath shallow, your fingers started moving.

Slowly, despite all the paralysis biting at your body, you needed to touch him, to feel that he was real, not just a creature spiralling you into believing that schizophrenia had suddenly decided to hit your mind.

Your finger travelled through the sheets slowly, as if afraid of scaring a wild cat that huddled between your thighs.

His tongue rolled past the rosy lips, and he gave you a first lick. Shy at first, as usual, but then the starvation hit his pale cheeks with redness, and he pressed himself to your folds till the tip of his nose nuzzled against your clit.

A pleasure filled your body up to fingertips and eyes fluttered at the feeling of blissful stimulation over your pussy. He sucked on the sensitive button, forcing your eyes to roll back. Long fingers played with your entrance for a while, scooping the messy slick to push it onto his tongue, before two digits slipped in.

Long and thick, familiar in a way that filled you all the way to the G-spot as he liked to abuse it relentlessly.

You needed to move. Fuck, you had to do something.

The paralysis seemed lighter this time. Was it the fault of a nap? Or maybe your nightmare simply forgot to leave you unable to move an inch.

Your fingers slowly, quietly began to reach for his hair. He couldn't see them, completely lost in the sweetness of your pussy, lapping through the drenched folds with huffs and puffs. His hips rolled against the mattress and eyes stayed closed.

And then, as you pinched a few threads of his silky hair, he suddenly pulled back.

And saw you.

With eyes wide open, brows furrowed, at the pleasure that was suddenly taken back from you. As usual.

Yet it seemed he hadn't expected to see you like that. In fact, he must have truly forgotten to put you under a stronger spell, as a shuddering breath slipped past his lips and his fingers curled around your legs a little tighter.

Talk to him. Shoko's voice echoed in your head.

You bit the inside of your cheek, parting your lips gently.

"W-wait…" fell almost inaudibly, as the paralysis still tightened your throat. "Y-you–"

But he leaned closer. His eyes, deep and charcoal, were filled with neediness. A bit swollen, covered by a few strands of dark hair. His lips, lushly pink and slick with your slickness, moved.

"What?" you mumbled, feeling a dizziness wrap around your senses.

Your mind was clearly somewhere between the dream and reality, but your brain couldn't register the state you had slipped into.

He said it again. With a soft smile, a thumb gliding over your lower lip.

"It's time to wake up."

Your breath hitched, and he repeated. "It's time to wake up, baby."

And before you knew it, a sudden force pulled you from a dream. Your body was no longer heavy, and your mind was pleasantly alert as you sat up on your bed, breathing heavily.

Eyes scanned the room frantically, but no one was there. The dusk had settled quietly over the campus lawn, and your neighbour sneezed loudly enough for you to hear it through the wall.

The dorm was slowly slipping into a quietness unusual for the racket the corridors were always filled with. The mixed dorm of male and female students was either a brothel in full swing, with you constantly banging on the opposite door to remind them that smoking weed was not, in fact, legal, or a deadly hushed tomb during the exam season.

So now, only your heavy breathing and your neighbour's muffled coughs filled the small room.

And then your eyes slipped down. Onto your hand.

Onto a few dark strands still clutched between fingers.

And your heart suddenly skipped a beat because now it was true that whatever or whoever this man was, he was real.

And you were ready to do whatever was needed for him to finally make you cum.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

"And we're looking at…" Yuki squinted, pinching a few dark wisps between her fingers.

"His hair," your eyes beamed with excitement, and your voice trembled with the discovery you made last night. "I don't know what he is, but he's real."

The cafeteria pulsed with voices as you sat outside again at your usual table. The scorching sun kissed your cheeks as rays slipped past the big umbrellas covering the outdoor table like thick palm leaves.

Shoko drank her iced americano with a furrowed brow, while Utahime nibbled the noodles served for today's dinner.

Yuki glanced at the other two friends, and you noticed a meaningful look in her eyes.

"No, no, no," you quickly added, taking a few strands of hair and putting them back in the plastic bag. "I'm not crazy. Don't look at them like that."

She sighed. "I don't think you're crazy," she said, biting her lower lip. "Just… maybe some guy bumped into you and his hair stuck to your clothes–"

"Oh my god," you groaned as you sank deeper into the metal chair. "You do think I'm crazy."

"I'm just saying you haven't been sleeping well for the past few days, and the brain is a weird creature."

Your head hit the table with a cry, cheek plastered to its warm surface. "I thought you all believed me!"

Yuki pouted, gently stroking your head. "Well, wet dreams are more normal than you stealing hair from your sex demon."

She was right – your story did sound crazy. But you knew whatever was haunting your dreams was real. It must have been; otherwise, you would need to sign yourself in to a mental hospital immediately.

Utahime hummed under her breath and took a sip of juice. "Listen, if there really is someone and he's our age, maybe you should check the library's archives?"

Your ears pricked, and your eyes looked up, with a glimmer of hope. "Archives?"

She nodded and let Shoko's arm fall behind her back. "Yeah, maybe he was a student? The library keeps records of all students from previous years."

"But we have, what, two thousand new students each year?" Shoko furrowed her brow, and you sighed.

Two thousand people, just to find the one who haunted your dreams.

Yuki seemed to be thinking about something, chewing slowly on her dessert. Then her eyes suddenly bulged, and a loud "Wait!" escaped her lips as she looked at Utahime.

The girl glanced at her with raised eyebrows.

"Your friend!" Yuki continued. "He works part-time at a library. Maybe he could help?"

Utahime furrowed her brow. Chapped bangs brushed her smooth forehead, glistening in the sizzling sun. "You mean Suguru?"

Yuki nodded, pushing a lock of blond hair back behind her ear. "Yeah. Well, he's a weirdo, but he knows the archives like the back of his hand."

"Yeah, but…" Utahime's voice slipped into a whisper as she looked your way carefully.

You knew what she wanted to say. So you sighed again, letting your head bang against the metal table. The world was simply against you.

"Why, what's wrong?" Yuki asked, brushing a few loose locks from your cheek.

"He hates me," you groaned. "It's so not fair!"

Shoko chuckled, sipping her iced coffee. "You're always calling him a psychotic cocksucker. And fuck with Satoru, which makes him hate you even more."

Yuki gasped and pinched your cheek. "Oh my god! You're so mean!"

Your head shot up, and a defensive mechanism bubbled up in your chest. "But he is a psycho and a cocksucker! This creep has been stalking Satoru since last year!"

Shoko looked at Utahime with a raised brow. "Baby, why are you friends with him?"

But Utahime scowled and brushed away the bangs sticking messily to her forehead. The heat was unbearable, yet evening lay far on the horizon as the sun sank slowly and unhurriedly from the highest point in the sky.

"Because he's really nice! And we're in the same major, so avoiding him would be impossible," she pouted sweetly, looking at her girlfriend. "I think he just really hates that Satoru always pays attention to you."

There was no romantic history between you and Satoru. Sometimes you fucked, but more often simply hung out like close friends. He was nice and sometimes even gentlemanly, but there was truly nothing between you beyond friendly feelings.

And yet Suguru looked at you with a grimace whenever your hand lingered too long around Satoru's arm. And you always noticed it, so with a cheeky grimace and a wicked glint in your eyes, you pressed your cheek against his biceps and pouted sweetly, just to get Satoru's attention.

Oh dear, how you enjoyed pissing him off.

But back then, you never, ever in your wildest dreams would have imagined that a doomed day would come when you would need Suguru's help.

And now you were going back and forth between all the memories of what Satoru had ever said about him. Or rather, you tried to remember whether he had said anything at all. The truth was that he indeed liked to spend his time with both women and men. But Suguru… you didn't know whether he was his type.

As you kept thinking and thinking, playing with your food and letting a nasty grimace curl your lips, a realisation finally came.

Your cheeks were full and grinning as you looked over your three horrified friends.

"I don't like this face," Yuki murmured.

But you were already standing up, hanging your bag over your shoulder. The chair screeched across the concrete, making your friends shiver.

"Forgive me, girls," you smiled, lifting a tray of half-eaten food. "I have places to be."

The walk to the library took five minutes. As one of the central points of the campus, it stood, with an oak tree stretching right behind the red-bricked building. It was beautiful and old, with marble floral ornaments wrapping around the massive wooden doors. Long stained-glass windows let in the warm rays of sunshine, laying them on the cold floor in muffled, hued smooches.

You visited it rather often, but the social sciences section stretched far beyond the humanities, where Suguru was supposed to be. And when you crossed long corridors and a few rooms filled to the brim with students, and green lamps blessed their heavy textbooks with mellow light, you finally saw him.

Sitting behind a wooden desk, light from the nearby round window basking his pretty face in gentle kisses. The golden halo beamed off his lip piercing, and his long, silky hair cascaded down the strong back.

He was clearly reading something, with chin propped on his head and black-painted nails tapping against his pale cheek.

He… he was beautiful.

Fuck.

You despised him so much, yet you simply couldn't deny that Suguru Getto was the prettiest man you'd ever seen. And when you came closer, knocking on the desk to get his attention – your heart fluttered. The kitty-like eyes, seductive yet sweet, oogled you with a harsh lavender gaze.

A soft wrinkle appeared between his brows, and a tsk escaped his lips. He hated you as much as you hated him.

"What do you want?" He didn't even try to be polite and went back to reading comics.

You leaned against the desk and pulled yourself up to give him the loveliest, prettiest smile. "I heard you have access to the archives."

"I do," he murmured with a gaze still lowered. "And unless you have a good reason, you won't get access to them."

You bit the inside of your cheek, tapping nervously on his desk. "Yeah, but I need to find someone. Utahime said you could help."

Suguru gave you no mind and flipped the page. What was it, a Spider-Man?

"I don't see how that's my problem. And don't try to back yourself up with Utahime."

You stared down at him, waiting until he finally looked back up. But he didn't. He continued reading at a slow, unhurried pace, flipping one yellow page after another.

If being nice wasn't an option, you had no other choice. It was time for plan B.

Stupid, mean, the one Satoru will most probably kill you for. Or maybe thank you?

"Listen, freak.." you started, finally getting his attention.

"Freak? I thought I was a psychotic cocksucker," he muttered, yet his eyes didn't return to the comic. "That's a new word. Good to know your brain isn't overflowing with sperm yet."

You ignored the nasty comment and continued, "How about we make a deal?"

His eyes curved like two moons, with amusement creeping onto his pale face. "I don't think you have anything I want."

And yet, he closed the comic and tilted his head, clearly interested in the leverage you had brought.

I'm sorry, Satoru, you thought before the words left your lips. "He said you're cute."

His eyes narrowed into a kitty-like, almost lethal stare. So beautiful and yet so, so intimidating. "No, he didn't."

Of course, he knew who you were talking about.

"He did," you said truthfully, because it wasn't a lie.

One day, while you were walking across campus, Suguru's laugh sliced through the lawn. Bright, sweet, almost girlish, it made Satoru suddenly stop. With ears pricked and eyes searching for the source of a giggle that made the nape of his neck tingle with warmth.

He looked at him, long and breathless, as a soft so pretty fell past his lips.

It seemed Satoru was blind to Suguru's stalking gaze and to all his attempts to get close to him. Rather, he treated him as a pretty, slightly weird emo guy, whose beauty swelled his chest with a strange feeling.

So you did not lie.

"You're too pretty to be missed by his eyes," you said with sweet fondness, and a proud smile crept onto your lips as you saw that Suguru was truly stupefied.

His gaze suddenly fell to the closed book, and hair spilled like waves over his cheeks, as if wishing to hide a soft blush.

As if he had noticed a moment of weakness, he cleared his throat and looked back up with the same suspicious gaze. "I'm still not convinced."

Of course he wasn't. So you rummaged through your bag, searching for a familiar coldness. Your fingers brushed against it, and you finally pulled it out, placing it on the desk with a bang.

Suguru looked at the pair of keys with an raised eyebrow. "What is that?"

Satoru would kill you if he knew. But he will never find out. Because you were a horrible and desperate friend.

"Keys to his dorm," the words fell from your lips, and Suguru's narrowed eyes suddenly bulged. "You'll search the archives for me, and I'll let you slip into his dorm this evening. He has late training and a party later on, so you can steal as much of his dirty lingerie as you want. He keeps it inside the closet, lowest drawer."

"I'm not a pervert," he said, but the quietness of his voice made you think he was not so sure of it himself.

"It's fine. Everyone is. Just give them back to me tomorrow morning."

His forehead wrinkled. Lower, pierced lip got caught between his teeth, and painted fingers tapped for a while against the desk. He was caught, like a fish in a net, and you knew the deal you offered him was the best he could ever get.

The possibilities of what he could do in Satoru's room were endless, but you couldn't allow yourself to think about it. First, because you knew he had nothing but nasty thoughts; second, because you desperately needed to find the man from your dreams.

"If you don't want to–"

"Fine," he grabbed the keys before you could hide them again. "Who are you looking for? Name? Year? What major?"

An awkward giggle fell past your lips. "Right…"

Suguru took a yellow sticky note and a pen. His lavender eyes looked up, searching for an answer in the stupidly twisted face of yours.

"How am I supposed to find them?"

"Well, he had long hair, just to his shoulders. And, hm, his eyes were super swollen," your mind was going back to a picture of a demon, trying to remember all the little details. "Oh, he also had a scar on his nose. Right here," your index finger traced across your cheeks, crossing the nose. "And his neck was a bit red. As if–"

"He hanged himself?" Suguru asked, but the seriousness in his voice made your smile falter.

You nodded. Back then, you didn't pay it much attention, but now, going back to a memory from the night before, he indeed had something.

And when Suguru's words fell for the first time, a shiver ran down your spine.

He sighed, "Wait here," and stood up before disappearing into the darkness of the library corridors.

It wasn't evening yet, but the sun was behind a thick oak tree, bathing the long halls in dusk. Students passed you quietly, checking each room in a desperate search for a free place, but the exam season was merciless.

It was an exam season, and you should worry about it too, but the sleepless night needed to end for you to finally be able to study anything.

Suguru came back not long after, with a thick folder in his hand. He placed it on a desk and opened the slightly dusty cover. Flipping through it, a few pages later a face from a man haunting your dreams appeared on yellowed paper.

Choso Kamo.

"I don't know why you're looking for him," Suguru began, as you ogled the photo of a young man with a piercing gaze. "But I'm sorry to inform you that he's already dead."

Well, you could deduct that much.

"How did he die?" you asked, flipping a few pages, only to find another photo of him.

Less official, his face somewhere distant, as he stood in the background of some cheerleaders with his friends. A photo taken from the side, showing his tall body, pale cheek and a cigarette dangling from his fingers. He glanced into the camera with an almost bored gaze, the same purplish swells still decorating dark eyes.

He looked quite similar to Suguru in the way he carried himself – the same dark leather clothes, piercings in his eyebrow and painted nails. A few bracelets on his wrists and heavy shoes wrapped up to his knees.

Another freak.

Suguru shrugged. "Apparently, he hung himself in a room. I don't know why, though. Some rumours say a girl broke his heart, and he decided to take revenge."

You furrowed your brow, looking at the picture. There was… something familiar in it. And the longer you looked at it, the more terrifyingly sensitised you felt, your spine coated in a thick glaze of sweat.

You knew him.

No, maybe not him, but the cheerleaders he was standing behind. And the jock crouching right in front of the girls, and the newly renovated cafeteria they stood in front of, and the chairs’ colour, changed from white to green just two years ago.

And then you looked at the date, 1987, meaning that it was only two years ago.

Your finger pointed at it. "When did he die?"

Suguru furrowed, and flipped back to the cover of the folder.

"It seemed that he still managed to join the graduation pictures in the same year. We were in our first year then."

Yes. You were. But it seemed that the memories of whatever happened in the first year slipped from your mind entirely. As to why you've never heard of this man, never seen him, never talked to him, and why he appeared only for you.

And then… then it hit you.

"The g-girl," your voice trembled as you looked up at Suguru with a shaken gaze. "Who was she? The girl who broke his heart. Do you know her name?"

Suguru thought for a while, then simply shrugged and shook his head. "It's just gossip. Apparently, he was a super-obsessive psycho, so… Hey, are you okay?"

You weren't. And Suguru, even though he hated your guts, put his hands on your shoulders and turned your trembling body towards him. "What's going on?"

There was a big, fat globe of dread lodged in your throat. The tips of your fingers burned with a sudden realisation that washed over your body like boiling water. Your spine was drenched in sweat and eyes were fixed on the photo of a man who, suddenly, didn't seem so unfamiliar.

And there was also this memory. Far, distant, for whatever reason, hiding in the dusty corners of your mind. There was a note. A love letter that you glanced at and threw into the rubbish.

There were chocolates under your dorm and flowers on a bed, and sometimes even your chemistry homework, fully done, slipped into your bag on a separate sheet.

Sometimes, there were also threats and entreaties, and a shadow standing over your bed. At the very late hours, when your mind was somewhere between dream and consciousness, someone's fingers brushed hair from your sleepy cheek and kissed it gently, sweetly, with a fondness of sorts, but pulled away just as quickly when you hummed in your dream.

But you thought it was just a dream. Maybe a bit too realistic, but still a dream.

And then, after a while, everything stopped. You only remembered a note, coated in crimson liquid, which you threw away just as quickly.

"I need to go," you whispered, slipping his hands off your shoulders. "I… Sorry, just return the key in the morning."

Suguru said something, but you were already too far, too confused, too angry to pay him any more attention.

Legs carried you through the darkening campus lawn, leading you straight towards the dorm. Strange, unpleasant feelings bubbled deep in your chest. There was dread, naturally, as you couldn't believe your mind had somehow forgotten the horrors of your first year.

Well, not horrors, truly, as you treated all those lovey attempts rather carelessly, but if you knew… if you knew that a man who tried so desperately to get your attention would commit suicide, maybe you would think twice.

Maybe it was because another unpleasant feeling, rage, was flowing through your veins with burning anger. You couldn't stand the fact that someone was obsessed with you to the point of suicide just to grab your attention. You despised the miserable attempt to make this your fault, even though you hadn't known about any of this until today. It was foolish and irritating, and the very thought of someone ending their life because of you brought a mix of emotions that tickled your spine in such a strange way.

Rather foolishly, you let the anger take control of your body. Days of sleepless nights, the need for release bubbling in your loins – everything was slowly spilling over your enraged consciousness.

You knew what the next step was.

And so you stepped into your dorm, closing the door with a definitely too loud bang. Your neighbour knocked on your wall with a muffled hey, can you calm yourself down? that tried to slip through the thin walls.

You set the clock on your bedside table to exactly ten minutes. Enough time to fall asleep and get yourself moving out of the paralysis.

A few things you've noticed during those dreams over the past two weeks.

First, the only way to wake up was your alarm. Thus, you needed to count the minutes carefully and grab the demon in time.

Second, he was real, and apparently bringing a part of him into reality wasn't a problem. As long as you kept him in your grasp, just as you did with his hair, he should wake up with you.

Third, you could barely move. However, your muscles seemed to be working just fine, and if you couldn't grab him with your fingers, there was only one way to do it. Your legs.

With a timer set, you lie down on the bed.

The sun was already spilling warm, dusky rays through your window, basking the old wooden floors in orange hues. The silence settled in the dorm – eerie, almost peculiar. It blanketed your room with a cover of dusty whispers from the neighbouring rooms. The whispers of material being repeated over and over again for exams. The muffled cries into their pillows and prayers to pass everything on the first date.

If you didn't have to take care of a nightmare who turned out to be a psychotic stalker from two years ago, you would probably join the chanting circle.

Falling asleep wasn't as difficult as you thought it would be. A few minutes passed, with your mind counting down each one carefully. One, two, three, and then four, and a few seconds later, something latched onto your ankle.

The calf was traced with wet kisses, a tongue pressed warm to your knee, drenching the skin all the way up to your inner thighs, and your pussy clothed by thin panties. Once again, you lay on your back, with legs slightly opened just to give him easy access to your thighs.

To have him trapped, locked, right between them, and feel the softness of his neck pressing against your skin.

Five minutes to the alarm.

His long hair tickled you gently, forcing a frown to settle on your forehead. The paralysis was kind this time, and so you felt only a slight tingling at the tips of your fingers and heat biting into your spine.

There was no way to move fully, but when you tried to tighten your thighs, it worked. As long as your thighs were okay, everything would go according to your plan.

With eyes closed, you let yourself melt under the peppered kisses placed on the mound of your pussy, yet still trying to keep track of time.

But, oh, how difficult it was when he caressed your fevered body with his tongue. Long fingers dug into the softness of your thighs, lifting them gently to rest over his shoulders. Tall body lying on your bed, hips pressed almost painfully into the mattress as a low whimper fell from his lips.

"Baby, you smell amazing," he whispered.

And it was the second time when he, actually, said something. The hoarseness of his tone swelled your throat, as you'd long forgotten how attractive the voice can be. Warm, almost honey-sweet, wrapping around your wettening panties as he pulled them away with his teeth.

"Beautiful," a sigh had curled around your folds as he parted them with two fingers. "You've always been so beautiful."

You were meant to hate him. Despise him for the fact that now you should feel guilt weighing on your heart for being responsible for something you've never even known about. You should feel guilt.

But instead, you only felt hatred and anger and a burning passion, psychotically peculiar in a way that filled you with a need to exact your own revenge and to get as much pleasure from it as possible.

You just needed to gain the upper hand in the situation he so badly wished to control, and now it was the time.

Three minutes to the alarm.

Your belly cramped, pushing even more slick onto his tongue. Creamy and sweet, coating his throat with a sheen glaze of thickness he loved to get drunk on. The tip of his nose brushed your swollen clit, as he gave you a dense, nasty lick all over your slit. From the puckered hole of your ass up to a clit, whimpering messily with lips shining in your juices.

Oh, he was completely lost, maddeningly in love with the softness of your thighs around his head. Your heavy breaths rolled past your throat, eyes fluttering in a dream, lips parted in a trembling o as soft moans slipped past them.

He was in awe of the beauty that haunted your delicate forehead.

And so, he didn't notice when your thighs squeezed him a bit tighter. When his neck was locked between their muscles, lips pressed to your pussy without a possibility of pulling back.

He didn't feel your ankles crossing behind his back and forgot about the long needle on your alarm clock, tick-tock, tick-tock, as only a few seconds remained before you woke up.

He forgot about it all, but when your eyes suddenly opened and your lips somehow curled into a cheeky smile – it was too late.

"Gotcha," fell quietly from your lips, and your thighs clenched around his neck in an almost deathly grip.

He tried to push you away, to wriggle out of your grasp, but the world was already blurring.

Something shifted in the domain of your dream. Your body was pulled back to the quiet reality, and your head hit the floor hard, as if falling from a height of metres. The spine was no longer paralysed, and all the limbs moved freely, but you didn't have time to check your condition.

No, you sat up quickly and looked frantically around the room, just to find him.

And this time he was there. Right on your bed, half-naked, looking at you with bulging, almost-crying eyes and a trembling lip.

Was he scared? Or maybe just overwhelmed by the fact that he finally got a snippet of interest from a girl he's been obsessing over for a whole year?

Whatever it was, it left him paralysed and vulnerable to the feverish claws of your hatred. You didn't waste time, and a second later your wet hips strangled his, your hands already reaching for the bedside table to pull out a pair of handcuffs you sometimes liked to use on jocks.

Whenever they were a bit too strong, slightly overpowering, and wanted to show it to you in a nasty, humiliating way.

Choso's pale wrists were chained to the bed frame, leaving him at your mercy.

Or rather, a lack of it, because soon a loud, wet smack filled the small room. His head shot to the side, and mouth filled with the bitterness of fresh blood.

"You motherfucker," your hand met his other cheek, correcting his back to you. "You fucking psycho. Do you really think I would care?"

Choso lay beneath you, with a flushed cheek and pleading, wet eyes. His muscular arms stretched over his head, hair scattered across the pillow like a silky mess.

"W-wait–" he mumbled, but your hand met with his cheek again. "I'm s-sorry, I–"

"What exactly are you sorry for, huh?" Your voice was laced with hatred, but panties had never, ever been more drenched than they were now. "For fucking with me for the past two weeks? Or maybe for killing yourself like some stupid fool to gain my attention?"

Choso took a deep breath as blood filled his mouth, spilling over his rosy lips. Slightly swollen, a bit trembling, as if he were ready to cry any minute now. He looked back at you, with two charcoal irises shining bright beneath the setting sun, and let out a shuddered breath.

"I love y-hou," he whispered, nuzzling into your hand, still pressed against his cheek. "Baby, I love you so much. I h-have always loved you. Mhm, if you need to hit me again, then do it. I can take it," his voice trembled as tears spilt over the rims of eyes filled with madness. "I can take it, but please just let me love you."

His hips bucked up, feeling the wetness of your pussy pressing against his clothed cock. A sheen glaze of sweat coated his muscular chest, wrists wriggled in the soft cushion of the handcuffs you bought in some random sex shop.

A soft moan left your lips, feeling a heavy bulge brush against your swollen folds. You shuddered, fingers slipping into his hair and tugging it harshly.

"You're a fucking psycho."

His doe eyes looked up at you with a sensation comparable to devotion. Madness, in a way he groaned as your fingers painfully tugged at his hair.

"I am," his hips bucked up again, eyes fixed on the lovely scowl that appeared between your brows. "I have always been, baby. Since the day I first saw you on campus."

Your hips involuntarily rolled against his, and the wetness soaking through your lingerie clung to his jeans. "Shut up," you groaned, pressing your hands against his chest.

"You were s-so pretty," he moaned, wriggling beneath you. "You looked at m-me and asked for directions–"

He didn't finish, because your hand met his cheek again.

"I don't know what kind of sick story you've cooked up in that head of yours," you barked, digging fingers into his jaw. "But I don't care. Don't try to blame me for your death–"

"Blame?" he mumbled, tongue falling past the bloody lips and giving your thumb a heavy lick. "I have never blamed you."

Your brows furrowed. "Then why…"

"Because…" he moaned, feeling the slickness of your juices seep through his jeans. And if he focused enough, he could probably feel the plush of your entrance poking against his clothed tip. "I wanted to stay with you."

A shiver ran down your spine as he continued.

"What was the point of leaving the university if you wouldn't stay with me?" His cuffed hands moved, wriggling against the bed frame until the old wood creaked beneath his overpowering strength. "What was the point of living if it wasn't with you?" A single wooden bar, around which the handcuffs were wrapped, cracked. "And now, as a demon, I can be by your side always."

Maybe you were losing your mind. Or maybe he was growing. His chest, biceps, and legs were slightly bigger as he tore the bar from the frame.

"And you can't do anything about it," he said, voice sweet, as he slowly sat up. His cheeks pressed against your chest, eyes fixed on the dread spreading across your face. "You can't chase me away, baby. You can't kill me. You can't even exorcise me. I'm yours forever."

He was mad. Oh, absolutely fucking insane. Still cuffed, his hands slipped down to the hem of your panties as he took a long whiff of your skin. Cheek pressed to your plush chest with a whimpering moan, finger stroked a swollen clit as you jerked on his hips.

Your hand lifted back up to his hair, pulling him away from your breasts. "You're a fucking psycho."

He was.

And maybe, apparently, you were too.

Because a second later, your lips smashed against his. The blood on his skin coated yours, seeping into your saliva with a bitter sweetness. There was a second of hesitation on his side, as if your sudden move made him think twice about the sudden change in the situation.

His fingers rolled your clit gently, and hips moved up, just to feel the friction of your wet cunt. The pulsing entrance immediately caught on his long digits, as he thrust them in with a louder moan than your own.

Restless, desperate, a bit clumsy. Inexperienced.

You pulled him away by the hair, feeling the crystal thread of saliva stretch between your maws. You hadn't considered it before, but if he was the same outcast as Suguru, then…

"Are you a virgin?"

His gaze was slightly hazy, already fucked out, and cheeks blushed like sweet cherries. Yet he nodded, with a soft, "I am," before his fingers curled inside your cunt. Bumping against the familiar plush spot on the side of your wall. "I stayed–mhm–for you."

The rage, neediness, and strange satisfaction bubbled beneath your chest as you looked down on him with a smirk. "Of course you did. Aren't you just fucking miserable? Who would want to fuck a loser like you?"

He nodded, with a bloody lip pouted. "N-no one."

You giggled, honestly, sweetly, with a fire of excitement licking your bent spine as Choso curled his fingers again. And again, again, as you rolled your hips against his hand, as he latched onto your perked nipple through the thin top.

"Yeah, no one would accept you, but m–mhm," a moan slipped past your lips as he bit your nipple. "Be gentle, baby, f-fuck."

You didn't want his fingers any more. Nor his tongue and lips, so you suddenly lifted yourself off him and slipped from the bed. Your fingers traced to the wet top, taking it quickly off your. Your panties followed next – drenched, sticking to your folds as you rolled them down the ankles and threw them at Choso's face.

He caught them mid-air and, like a pervert, immediately pressed them to his face.

But his eyes, oh his eyes, stayed fixed on your naked body, watching with a scowl as you leaned over him. Slowly, crawling up through the sheets on all fours, cheeky, lovely, a grin curling your lips.

"Undress for me, baby," you muttered. "Come on, let me fuck you already. I've been waiting far too long."

He felt bewitched. The dominant tone of your voice kept him in tight grasp, as fingers slipped down to slowly roll off his jeans. And briefs, letting the heavy, wet cock slap against his abdomen.

And when you looked at it and laughed oh so cruelly, his creamy cheeks burned red.

"So cute," you said, tracing fresh cum spilt over his fat length with a finger. "You really are a virgin."

A moment later, your hips were already on his. Your hand gripped his cock and pointed it at your entrance, and Choso's hands, still cuffed, shot to stop you. Everything was happening too fast, felt too overwhelming, because how could he just like that accept that a girl he longed for so long was all over him? And he wanted to cherish the feeling of your warmth wrapped around him as long as he could.

If his heart were still alive, it would explode right this second.

"W-wait, can we slow do–ahhhh!"

You sank yourself down fully. Till your folds flattened his dark pubs, and the mushroom, leaking tip of his cock hit your cervix. Your head fell back with a long, pleasing moan. Back arched in a sensation of fulfilment that finally came after weeks of edging.

A single thrust and you would be ready to cum. Because your clit was swollen and sensitive, and brushing against his pubes messily. Your lower belly bulged slightly, and you pressed your hand over it, squeezing his cock from the outside.

"Mmm," fell sweetly as you looked up at Choso's feverish face. "Baby, you fill me so fucking good."

"Don't m-move," he begged, keeping your hips down with his hands. "Please, don't m-move or else–"

His cheek suddenly burned again. Your head fell to the right, and your hands met his chest, pushing him onto the bed. Until your broad back hit the sheets and you could finally steady yourself over his muscular chest.

"Stop whining like a bitch," you groaned, fully lifting yourself up, till nothing but his warm tip was still nuzzled in your plush walls. "I haven't cummed properly for two weeks, so shut up and let me do my job."

Choso's blood-filled throat tightened when you started bouncing on his cock. Your walls squeezed it all the way through, from the base up to the sensitive tip, using your slick and his previous cum as a lube.

You were warm. Fuck, so warm, and his eyes rolled back, feeling the blissful pleasure that tingled his spine. Your hands pressed to his chest, breasts bouncing with each harsh sink, as you squeezed yourself around him on purpose.

Just to see this lovely, maddened frown wrinkle his forehead and to hear sweet whimpers fall past his lips.

He was beautiful. And as much as you wanted to despise him, the look of his whimpering, crying face and charcoal eyes fixed on your bouncing hips made your chest swell with a strange feeling. A fondness, maybe, or rather a need to keep this fat-cocked demon only to yourself.

You finally unlocked his hands, throwing the handcuffs away.

"Why don't you fuck me properly now?" Your voice was laced with seduction, hitting Choso's warm cheeks.

He didn't waste his time.

A second later, your chest lay pressed to the sheets, ass high perked up, a giggle spilling past your lips, as he sank himself deep inside your soft cunt.

"So much deeper, hm?"

He breathed hard, squeezing your hips with his long fingers and pushing them closer to his. Curly, black pubes smeared your ass, tightening balls hit your clit. He couldn't be any fucking deeper.

"Come on, baby," your hips started moving back and forth. "Show how much you love me."

His hips pulled away. Only to ramage back into your pussy with full force, dragging a crying moan from your throat. Tears swelled beneath your lids when his fingers pressed against your throbbing clit.

"I d-do," his breath fell, shuddered, as he started fucking your senseless. Raw, madly, with head falling back and hands squeezing your hips tight. "I l-love you, love you, love you, f-fuck baby, I love you so much."

His fat cock kissed your swollen womb, abusing it with wet kisses as he lost himself fully in the heat of your cunt. Pleading whispers were falling past his lips one by one as he leaned over your body.

"Don't throw me away, y-yeah?" He cried, kissing your arched back. "Ngh, you feel so good, so tight, baby. Cum for me, p-please–ahhh."

With a few final thrusts and your eyes rolling back whenever his fat tip smooched your womb almost painfully – you started cumming.

The warmth bubbling in your belly was ready to spill past the edges of his fingertips. A few droplets trickled from your clit. And then a few more, and more, as you finally squirted all over his fingers.

Your cunt locked him inside, the fatness of his cock weighing inside your belly, as it shot warm strings of cum. Glueing the inside of your pussy in creamy strings of threads, while Choso kept kissing the back of your neck.

Hot breath hit your nape as you spilt and spilt and wriggled beneath his massive body, feeling the small pouch of your belly get filled with his cum.

He couldn't be any deeper, but, dearest God, he still pressed his hips against yours, as if wishing to rip through the swollen walls of your pressed womb.

He licked, kissed bit softly on your skin, with fingers still pinching your clit.

"That's enough," you groaned, trying to push his heavy body off your back. "Choso, fuck, s-stop."

His head shook, a few dark locks falling over your cheek. "Say you'll keep me. Please, promise me you'll never ignore me again."

Your plan to fuck the brains out of him and do something to finally free yourself wasn't real anymore.

Because the thought of keeping a perverted, obsessed demon only to yourself was… nice. Quite pleasant, even, and would allow you to finally glue yourself away from Satoru's hands. And Suguru's wicked gaze.

The milky threads of his cum spilt from the rim of your cunt, dripping down your trembling thighs. His cock was still fat, swollen, pulsing deep inside your weeping cunt as he pushed shallow thrusts, still pumping you full of his cum.

"Fine," you moaned when his fingers pressed your clit again. "Okay, just, fuck, no more haunting me in my dreams. I need to sleep."

He nodded, biting into the skin of your shoulder.

"But you need to stop sleeping with other men," his voice was muffled, yet laced with a hint of jealousy.

You looked over your shoulder with a giggle. "Have you been watching me all this time?"

He nodded.

"Pervert–auch!" You hissed when his teeth grazed you more harshly. "Okay, no more sleeping around."

He was like a pup, nodding obediently as he rolled you over and folded you in half. "You're mine."

You could deny it. And ignore it with a mean comment. But the pure devotion that beamed from his glossy eyes made you only let out a soft sigh. Fingers traced his milky neck, swollen with red, rope-like collar. Slipped up to cheeks and along the long, bloody line that traced over them. He nuzzled into your warm hand, kissing the sole of it softly.

"I am," you whispered, brushing his lower lip with a thumb. "I'm yours."

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Satosugu's story will be continued in Join Me in Death! Why was the reader such a horrible person, omg... green, thin divider by @strangergraphics

🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟷........... THE STRONGEST

alias: 𝚐𝚘𝚓𝚘, 𝚜.

visitor log: its midday and your clingy-ass boyfriend—gojo satoru—should be hard at work right getting rid of these doppels not knocking at your door—gotta be a fake... right?!

classifications: bimbo!reader (canonverse of otaku!gojo's bunny!reader), yandere-esque Gojo, nipple play, recorded sex, lots of sex toys, dirty talk, panty theft, extreme overstim + slight omorashi.

🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟸........... THE SORCERER KILLER

alias: 𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚘, 𝚝.

visitor log: an extra toji fushiguro should be double the trouble and double the fun but neither likes to share, you know for sure which ones your toji—but do you really even care?

classifications: bratty!reader, brat taming, breeding, baby trapping, hair pulling, spit play + creampies, jealousy, grump!toji, daddy kink

🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟹........... THE CULT LEADER

alias: 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚘, 𝚜.

visitor log: you shouldn't have even been watching the gate bunny, that's much too hard for you! so when you inevitably fuck up, your cult leader boyfriend—geto suguru—has the perfect punishment planned for you and your pretty pussy wait..in front of his entire congregation tho!?

classifications: dumb bimbo!reader, canonverse of nerd!geto's bunny!reader, cult rhetoric, dark themes, sensory deprivation/amaurophilia, punishment, humiliation, shibari, edging, overstim, exhibitionism, toxic jealousy, possessiveness, yandere Suguru, drugged sex, cnc/free-use reader, mentions of orgies/group sex and a bit of forced breeding.

🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟺...........THE SALARYMAN SORCERER

alias: 𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒, 𝚔.

visitor log: your sweet boyfriend, nanami kento, promised he'd come visit you tonight bunny. awe baby, don't cry, you're sure that's actually him at the door but you'll run through your checklist just to make sure, won't you?

classifications: error 404—case report not found (finalizing)

🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟻........... THE BIG BROTHER

alias: 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚘, 𝚌.

visitor log: crazed with quarantine boredom, you can't help but to tease your naive lil' roommate—choso kamo—but you'll know when to stop before it goes too far—or have you already let the real Choso in?

classifications: mommy kink, affectionate cruelty/cuteness aggression, begging, teasing, virgin!choso, creampies, masturbation, panty theft, mentions of menophilia.

🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟼.......... THE KING OF CURSES

alias: 𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚗𝚊, 𝚛.

visitor log: thinking no curse would be stupid enough to enter his palace, when the king of curses comes home to find you fucking his doppel it's not going to end well for either of you—R.I.P. your pussy sis, any last words?

classifications: error 404—case report not found (finalizing)

𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚂 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝙳.𝙳.𝙳. 𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙱𝙻𝙺𝙺𝙸𝚉𝚉𝙰𝚃

— 𝙳𝙴𝙿𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚁𝚂: 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃 𝙳𝙸𝚅𝙸𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽.

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report notes: yo so this was meant to be about 4k total and instead it turned out to be 4k per story so i'm breaking it up (fully completed 3 and making last minute edits on the others, so staggering them out). Consider this a kinktober all on its own lol (still doing stuff left over from last years though). btw—everyone who asked on my official taglist, kinktober or the teaser will still be tagged on each individual story but you can comment below if you haven't asked to be tagged already.

He was right, you had not thought enough while walking back home late at night. Initially you had thought of taking a cab but just to save a few bucks you decided against it.

You shouldn't have. You lived in a big city so even if you had a job which on paper seemed good enough of a paycheck it hardly managed the expenses of the said big city.

Everything was expensive here so even if you lived past a shady neighbourhood, you were glad enough to have the roof above your head. You couldn't afford or even think of changing places until you got a promotion or changed your company for a higher paying one.

You were walking towards your block when you felt someone following you and you glanced over your shoulder only to see this huge bulky and scary man walking a few feet away from you.

You had immediately turned around, heart pounding with fear, hoping it was not what you were thinking and he would take a different turn or route from you. But no, he kept walking after you, turning where you did as you kept checking for him through your peripheral vision.

Even from a distance, he stood out so it was not hard for you to realise that he indeed was following you. And it seemed like he was not going anytime soon or leaving you alone, so you had fastened your pace and nearly ran when you were just a few blocks away from your apartment.

You ran as fast as you could in those damn work heels of yours, as it clattered loudly on the silent street. Huffing as your chest burned, not used to this much of physical activity as you hardly got any time for it, you ran with all your might not looking back and that was your biggest mistake as he was also running after you. Just two more blocks you had thought, you were so close!

Then only he had caught you, his massive arms wrapping around your waist, yanking you to his chest and his large, rough hand had clamped over your mouth before you could scream, smothering your cry for help and protest.

He had moved really fast, dragging you along with him in a nearby alley, where even the streetlamp’s light didn't reach, bunching up your work skirt and tearing off your panties.

You had thrashed wildly, kicking your legs, trying to fight him off, but it was useless. He was too strong for you to do any real harm to him or save yourself from him, he had easily overpowered you pushing you up against the wall in the complete darkness.

He changed the angle pulling out his cock with a low, frustrated grunt, like he hated being out of you even for a second. His thick cock dragged heavily along your walls on his way out, before you could even relax thinking it was probably finally over and he was done with you, he bent his knees slightly, adjusting his angle, and drove back in with one powerful upward thrust. A sharp burst of pain shot through your core, making you yelp in agony against his hand.

The new position forced him even deeper. You felt every inch of his thick cock stretching you open again, his cockhead pressing hard against your cervix, bullying its way in until his heavy balls slapped against your clit, your fingers clawing against the plain brick wall, nothing to hold on too as he started fucking you harder from the new position.

“Don't you know how dangerous it is to roam outside at nighttime, especially if you look so fuckable and vulnerable. You're gonna attract the wrong kind of men you know?”

You tried to scream again, thrashing your head side to side, but his hand only tightened over your mouth making it hard for you to breathe. Tears streamed down your face as your legs shook violently to his relentless ramming inside your cunt.

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest pressed flush against your back. “Shhh,shhh, don’t fight it, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for me. Taking my cock like a good little slut.”

“And it's not like you're taking a cock for the first time, I went inside you so easily. Do you have a boyfriend, doll? Who's the lucky bastard fucking this sluty cunt of yours, not gonna lie I am quite jealous.”

Another hard thrust as he pushed himself up from the low angle making you whimper against his palm. You could feel the huge and fat cock of his dragging inside your walls, as it clenched around him due to your fear and distress.

His fingers on your throat loosened just a fraction, as you gasped finally able to breath taking deep shaky breaths only for him to slide up and force two thick fingers past your lips, pressing down on your tongue and fucking shallowly into your mouth as you choked and gagged on his fingers, while at the same time he fucked you with his cock slamming inside you.

He slowed for a moment, grinding deep, letting his cock settle inside you. One of his hands left your hip to grope roughly at your tits through your plain office shirt, “Such a nice pair of tits, baby. Should I loosen them free? They will bounce real good while I fuck you raw–ahhh....shit.”

Toji threw his head back letting out a deep moan as your cunt involuntarily clenched around him, your body reacting out of new found fear. The sudden tight squeeze made him hiss through his teeth.

“Oh, baby don't do that” he let out a throaty chuckle near your ear, "You’re gonna snap my dick in half. Don't worry I am not bothering with your shirt, too much work you know.”

You sobbed harder, body trembling as he picked up the speed again, fucking you harder and faster, as your whole body shook from his ruthless, rentless thrusts.

Your knees finally gave out beneath you as you almost fell down only for him to tighten his hold on your waist keeping you upright and going in and out inside of you groaning in your ear.

He lifted you higher with both his arms now wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling your body back against his chest as he slightly bent his knees and leaned a little backwards. Your feet left the ground, dangling helplessly just inches above the floor, toes pointing down but not touching.

The position was overwhelming, dangling like this, worse than before any of the positions he had put you through. Now, only supported by his arms around your waist, hardly able to move except by the thrusts of his cock.

Your body had grown so weak from the brutal fucking that all you could do now was take it, with your back arching against his chest as painful moans and whimpers spilled from your lips now free from his clamped hand.

“You live around here, right?”he asked grunting. “Bet you’re gonna feel me leaking and dripping from your cunt all the way home when I fill you up, I hope you remember this big cock of mine, I bet it's bigger than your boyfriend's.”

“Gonna fill this sweet pussy of yours, doll.” He said his hips slamming up harder into you. “Pump you full with my cum and you’re gonna take it all like the helpless little fucktoy you are. Ain’t that right, princess?”

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Gojo Satoru, The Country Star, Makes You Swoon in "Backseat Serenade"!

"Well, well...look who snuck backstage and decided to come crawlin' back to her favorite country boy. Guess city life wasn't as pretty as me, was it, darlin'?"

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse AU; Second Chance Romance; Unplanned Pregnancy; Famous Ex/Baby Daddy!Gojo x Baby Mama!Reader; Old College Romance; Exes to Lovers; MILF!Reader; Public Sex; Outdoor Sex; Pussy Eating; Gojo is a Munch; Tour Bus Sex; Mating Press; Riding; Tongue Piercing; Dick Piercing; Deepthroat; Breeding Kink; Creampie; Switchy!Gojo x Switchy!Reader

Read HERE!

Choso Kamo, The Farm Boy, Ruins The Friendship in "Good With His Hands"!

"I've always stayed your friend 'cause you're at the top of the social latter and me? I'm just the farm boy...but now that you're here, there ain't nothin' stoppin' me from tellin' you how I feel."

Warnings: 18+ (MNDI); No Curse AU; Shy/Nerdy!Choso x Popular Girl!Reader; He Falls First Trope; Social Class Difference; Childhood Friends Trope; Hand Kink; Lowkey Flirting; Sexual Tension; Friends to Lovers; Skinny Dipping; Crush/Love Confession; First Time PIV; Virgin!Choso x Experienced!Reader; Mild Sweat Play; Switch!Choso x Switch!Reader; Sloppy Toppy; Spitting; Sneaky Outdoor Sex; Pussy Eating; Fingering; Standing Missionary; One Leg Up; Almost Caught; Mild Choking; Tongue Piercing; Raw Creampie; Aftercare

Read HERE!

Nanami Kento, The Rancher, Tastes Your Goodies in "A Sweet Lil' Temptation"!

"I know I shouldn't feel these things for you. This primal need...but God, angel...you just entice me. Your heavenly cookin' don't make it no better for a man like me."

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse/Modern AU; Older!Nanami (Early-Late 40s); x Younger!Reader (19-22 Years Old); Forbidden Romance; Childhood Crush; Single DILF/Divorced!Nanami; Baking Trope lol; Close Proximity; Eye Fucking; Mutual Seduction; Sexual Tension; Food Play; Nanami Tastes Your Apple Pie; Mutual Oral (Giving n Receiving); CHEST HAIR SUPREMACY!!; Deepthroat; Pussy-Eating; Kitchen Sex; Doggy on the Counter; Reader Cums 2x; Spanking; Mild Choking; Rough Sex; Hair-Pulling; Dom!Nanami x sub!Reader; Almost Caught; No Creampie; Facial & Cum on Tits; Aftercare

Read HERE!

Geto Suguru, The Outlaw, Steals Your Heart in "A Love Outlawed"!

"You ain't a bad lil' rider, partner. Maybe you can teach me some of your tricks sometime? Can't have ya outdoin' the best at his game."

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse/Modern AU; Criminal!Geto; Bad Boy x Good Girl Trope; Past Relationship; Heartbreak & Angsty; Ballroom Setting; Naoya Zenin Hate lmaooo; Seduction; Eye-Fucking; Past Sweethearts to Current Lovers; Public Sex; Garden Sex; Semi-Clothed; Pussy-Eating; Deepthroat; Dom!Geto x sub!Reader; Doggystyle; Standing Up; Cowgirl; Wearing Geto’s Cowboy Hat While You Ride It; Reader Cums 2x; Raw Creampie; Breeding; Love Confession; Choso x Yuki/Yuuji x Megumi Breadcrumbs 

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Sukuna Ryomen, The Gangster, Shows You One Hell of a Time in "In the Arms of Sin"!

"You think you can just come here, interrupt my beauty sleep, and order ME around? Nah, angel; ya ain't gettin' whatcha want 'round here till ya give me a reason to give it to ya."

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse AU; Southern AU; Some Action; Porn With Plot lol; Seduction; Eye Fucking; Manipulation; Dubcon; Outdoor/Forest Sex; Knife Play; Tearing Clothes; Tongue Piercing; Bondage; Pussy-Eating; Doggy; Against A Tree; Standing Sex; Deepthroat; Facefuck; Dom!Sukuna x sub!Reader; Pervy!Sukuna x Closet Slut!Reader; Slutification; Daisy Dukes; Spit Play; Overstimulation; Spanking; Choking; Reader Cums 3x; Passing Out; Creampie

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Shiu Kong, The Pimp, Wines n Dines You in "A Price For Paradise"!

"You've got the beauty. The brains. The lifestyle. You're the pinnacle of a Southern belle, my dear...and yet here you are, splittin' those legs for a dirty man like me."

Warnings: TBA

CUMMING SOON!

Toji Fushiguro, The Bull Rider, Takes You For a Ride in "Buckle Up, Bunny"!

"Playin' pool and shootin' the shit with the likes me, eh? Ya got a thang for bull riders, lil' darlin'? What ever will your poor auntie think?"

Warnings: TBA

CUMMING SOON!

Higuruma Hiromi, The Sheriff, Teases n Disciplines You in "Teachin' The Bratty Belle"!

"I should keep your ass here till you've learned your lesson, but I've got somethin' better for ya. Somethin' a gal like you might enjoy."

Warnings: TBA

CUMMING SOON!