Mist's dark Zone

She was so beautiful, like this. That's not to say she wasn't beautiful all the time, but now? With her curls spread out in tangles like a spiderweb on her pillow, and her eyes peacefully closed?

She looked gorgeous.

Like a siren, alluring. Dangerous. Most of the girls London dated were angelic. Light hair, delicate features. But not her. She was different.

Unconventional.

Sometimes, she looked so beautiful, London wanted to consume her. Wanted to wrap his hands around her neck and squeeze until her eyes went cloudy. Even now, while she was asleep and vulnerable, his fingers brushed lightly over her pulse.

He could almost feel it now, her warm neck, the perfect hold for his hands. But the alarm clock on her bedside table showed that she would soon wake, and London wanted to make sure he could still have these…visits, to her room.

And that meant he mustn't get caught.

But, that didn't mean he couldn't give a little gift before he took his leave.

His fingers trailed down, tracing the front of her neck, dancing over her shirt, down to its hem. Pulling it up slightly revealed the expanse of the tan skin beneath. A little further, and her perfect breasts were revealed to the air. London watched with hunger as her dusky nipples pebbled in the cool air.

His cock, already half hard just from watching her cheast rise and fall, sat hot and heavy in his boxers. He pulled it out, stroking it lazily, still staring at the beauty under him.

Taking one of her limp hands, London smeared pre all over it, bringing it up so it was holding his dick. Ever so lightly, so he would not wake her, London curled her fingers so she was lightly grasping his cock in her hand.

London groaned lowly at the sight and sensation, shuddering at the warmth of her skin. Moving her hand to stroke himself, the brunettes eyes slipped closed for just a moment before opening. He needed to see his beauty, needed to not waste even a single moment not admiring her.

He rested his free hand on her neck, imagining the way she would squirm underneath him if she was awake. He imagined the fear and want in her eyes, and the thought alone made him come right there and then, trying and failing to keep his groans down.

His cum was all over her stomach and hand, and oh god he would come again from the sight if he could. He tried to ingraine the image in his mind, so he could always have this moment. He smeared some of his come on her lips, finally fully satisfied with the image before him. He simply couldn't resist the urge, and he quickly snapped a picture. Wisteria would kill him if she found out. Good thing she never would.

The wrath ring was, as always, a mess. You groaned, planting face first into the hotel bed. To your utter displeasure, your phone started ringing as soon as you finally started to melt into the pillow.

You slapped the object, slowly and begrudgingly turning your head so you could get a peek at the caller ID (mostly to see if it was someone you could ignore). Your eyes lit up when you saw the face of your beautiful girlfriends face staring back at you.

You quickly picked up the call, putting it on speaker, only to hear soft moans coming from the other end. Arousal thrummed through you almost immediately, as you recognized Loona's voice.

She called out your name. "…I miss you". She gave a whine right into the mic, sounding so different from her usual snarky, confident self. You imagined her rolling her hips, desperately seeking pleasure while wishing it was you who was giving it to her instead.

"Oh yeah?" You tried to sound confident, but you mouth felt dry and empty all of a sudden.

"Keep-keep talking." She said breathily, and you wished you where there with her. Your own hand wandered down to your chest, groping your breast through your shirt. Fuck, you were so wet and you haven't even seen her.

"You're such a slut…I've only been gone a day, yet here you are, getting off to my voice." You were doing the same, but it wasn't about that. It didn't really matter anyway, as that seemed to do the trick, as you heard her gasp into the phone.

"Oh fuck-" She moaned, and god damn you finally understood why people enjoyed this stuff so much. Hearing her say that in that voice practically send you over the edge right there.

Exaustion has long settled in his bones. The effects of time finally reaching him. He had thought, foolishly, that it would wait for him. He had let The two immortal beings fool him into thinking he was like them. But the signs were there. The trembling of his fingers, the gray in his hair. How old he was now, he didnt know. there were no sense of time in this place, no clocks. Only the void, and the sight of the place he had once called home.

Adam had seen the moment his beloved realized it. Had seen the way his face crumpled before he smoothed it out. now, the immortal would spend hours staring at him, as if trying his best to commit him to memory.

There were times like now, even, when Adam would say he was getting ugly in his age, and Caelestis would spend hours kissing him.

Starting with his lips, of course. Then his cheeks, then his forehead. He'd kiss down the expanse of Adams neck, nipping his shoulder and drinking in the sound of Adams voice as he would moan, just as he did in his youth. Everytime, his mouth would explore as if it were the first, sucking on sensitive nipples and soft rolls of flesh.

His hips, his thighs, his cock too. Especially that. Caelestis would worship it for as long as he could, until adam had to push him off because his skin had begun to feel as if it were being pricked by a needle.

Every part of him was worshipped. Quite literally from the pads pf his fingers to the tips of his toes.

Caelestis always made him feel young and beautiful again, worshipping Adam far more that he ever worshipped his "Goddess".

He always ended it with a kiss. A sweet kiss, to remind adam that it began and ended with him. That he was important and oh so so loved, even when his skin sagged and his body failed him.

It made the ache in his joints all the sweeter.

It's a miracle she even managed to get him here at all. London, dispite being one of the top students in this damned school, hardly ever studies or goes to the library. She isn't even sure how he does it. But, he actually agreed to accompany her, and that's all that matters.

The problem now is, Wisteria can feel his eyes on her. "Don't you have an exam to study for?" She grits her teeth as she says it, and kicks him in the shin for good measure. The brunette doesn't react, just keeps staring with those stupid eyes of his.

"Don't need to." He says it with a cool, composed air (more smug than cool, Wisteria reminds himself.) that makes it seem like Wisteria is stuff just for asking. She grits her teeth, reminding herself that he can get her expelled, and goes back to studying.

London, who is for some reason determined to distract her, gets up and sits in the seat beside her, propping his chin up with his hand and still staring at her. She tries to ignore him, and actually manages to succeed somewhat, because when his hand lands on her thigh, it startles her.

He starts caressing her inner thigh, making her shudder and distracting her further. She tries to move his hand off, just so she can fucking focus. This, as all things with London do, leads to a mini fight, one which Wisteria looses. Throwing her hands up, Wisteria yeilds, and lets his hand caress her bare thigh.

She stares at her notes, but the words blur in her vision. London is running his hand up her inner thigh, until his fingers dance just shy of her crotch. She squeezes her thighs together, a soft moan falling from her lips.

She gives a weak glare to the man beside her, but London just keeps staring and pushes her thighs apart with ease.

That action makes her whine and shudder. He's always been stronger than her, at least in will and physical prowess. It's a source of arousal for her, how someone so delicate and scrawny manages to overpower her.

Still staring at her with his stupid green eyes, Londons fingers get to work deftly unbutton her shorts and slips his fingers under the waistband.

Wisterias hips jerk involuntarily, and a warbled moan slips out, a pathetic attempt to keep their lewd activities secret.

"Shh…you don't want people finding you're a slut." He brushes over the fabric of her boxers, right over her dick. "Do we?" Wisteria huffs at that comment. The audacity!

Still, she tries to awkwardly hump his hand, covering her mouth to conceal her soft moans.

London, the asshole, doesn't say anything, just keeps staring with a smirk on his face and keeps lightly rubbing her through her underwear.

Desperate to avoid getting caught, she pushes her hand against her mouth even harder, and stifles her noises in her throat. It does hardly anything, and thats the worst part of it all. She really is a slut.

Just as she's about to tumble over the edge, London's hand slip out of her shorts, and she uncovers her mouth and whines despite herself.

She tries to glare at him, but she's sure it has no bite. London just smiles cheekily.

"You have an exam to study for, don't you?"

How he did it, Vintà would never know. The demon was on his knees, tears in his eyes and drool dripping down his chin as Ló fucked his thick cock into his mouth.

The Angel above him groaned, doubling over Vinta as he came, filling Vintà's throat with his seed, and his mouth with his knot. Ló grinned devilishly for an angel, and roughly pulled out, almost splitting open Vintà's cheeks. The pain was terrible, and Vinta thanked lucifer for demon anatomy, cradling one of his cheeks with his hand.

The demon couldn't help[ but glare up at Ló, moving the hand on his cheek down to rub at his throat. "St-stop doing concerts on your Rut." His voice didnt have the bite he meant it too, although it would've come out pathatic anyway because of that blasted stutter of his. His complaints fell on deaf ears, and as always, Ló just shrugged and pushed him out of the dressing room, leaving Vintà to stumble out in a terrible attempt of sneakiness.

The club was far too loud. Generre grumbles, standing off to the side. This…place was far too stimulating. Hell had no such things. Well, it did, but Generre never went. She preferred the comfort of home, thank you very much.

but, unfortuntely for her, a girls gotta eat. She scanned then room, looking for a target. Her eyes finally landed on a man, standing alone just like her. Bingo.

Suprisingly, she recognized him. He'd entered with a group earlier.

She sauntered over, putting a seductive smile on her face and batting her long eyelashes at him, leading him away.

it was actually pathetic. Some light flirting, a touch on his arm, and she had him following her home like a lovesick puppy.

In bed, he was… not as good as most people, but he still fed her well. Well enough that she almost, almost felt bad for letting Fì kill him at the end of it.

But God , all that guilt melted away seeing her do it. She was covered in blood, the red staining her white hair and wings. Her normally blank eyes shone with life, glinting with the satisfaction of a job well done.

Generre flushed when the angel presnted her with the mans still pulsing heart.

"For you, my love." She declared dramatically, giving a silly bow. Generre just had to giggle at the sight, taking the warm organ in her hand and tossing it aside.

"Thats disgusting!" She laughed, kissing Fì's lips. When they seperated, the angel sighed dramatically.

"London…" soft pants filled the room as Wisteria squirmed, trying to get away from the bruising grip on her hips and the warm mouth on her cock. "London…slow down." She tried again, desperately trying to push his head back, to no avail.

Her boyfriend seemed intent on staying there, on his knees, mouth on her cock but not moving at all, for the entire night. She thrust her hips up indignantly.

"Come on…" she whined, and her face flushed at the humiliation. But, London didn't let up, the stubborn mule he was. Wisteria groaned, throwing his head back in frustration, resigning himself to Londons will.

This year, I’m going for the same thing as I did in 2023, which is asks, however I’m opening it up to more fandoms! So it’ll go as follows:

- You can ask for any fandom on the list, along with any days prompt.

- I’ll try to do every ask i get throughout the ENTIRE month of October.

- the earlier I get them, the longer the fic will be word count wise! I’m doing this in tandem with my oc kinktober (which may or may not be posted here, I’m not sure), and an invincible kinktober.

- I’ll be doing both x reader and character x character!

With that out of the way, here is the fandom list!:

- Invincible

- Genshin impact

- Honkai star rail

- Date everything

- Cookie run kingdom

- Stardew valley

- Hazbin hotel

- Helluva boss

Feel free to ask for other fandoms! I haven’t included all the fandoms I write for on this list, so there’s a chance I’ll be in it and write your request :)

For the prompt list, check the prompt list post I made!

There was a knock at your door.

"Your grace?" The voice of your most loyal servant came through. "May I come in?" He said before politely waiting outside. 'He was definitely the perfect one for this job',you thought to yourself before speaking.

"Yes,please come in." Zhongli walked in,head held high. He gave a deep bow,almost going to kneel at your feet until you stopped him. "That will not be necessary today." He peered at you,confused. "Zhongli,I have a task for you." He had perked up at the word task,straighting himself back up.

You move gracefully across the room,mentioning for him to follow. You smiled to yourself as you picked up a plant in a pot. Leaves of deep purple,with...tentacle like stems and leaves. It was a type of vine,you supposed. Gingerly picking up the plant,you turned to Zhongli.

"This plant here is one I made specifically for you,my most loyal follower. I ask that you please take care of it." You held it out to him,and Zhongli nodded. His stoic face betrayed the way he was feeling inside,the bubbling pride and excitement making it's way through his body.

Zhongli bowed deeply. "I am honored to have such a privilege,your grace." You nodded,a similar excitement bubbling inside of you,but for reasons very different than what Zhongli could guess. You carefully placed the pot into his waiting hands. You waved a dissmissal, and he bowed deeply once again,turning to leave. Just as he opened the door,you called out to him,making him turn around.

"It's a special plant Zhongli,so make sure to give it extra special care." You said with a wink before going back to your work. Zhongli briskly left the room,scurrying through your giant palace domain. He had his own place,but decided to go to the room assigned to him as an acolyte instead,saving some time. He quickened his pace,wanting to get there as soon as he possibly could. He couldn't understand why,but he felt he needed the space his room gave for something,although he was unsure why this thought came to mind.

He finally made it to his room. It was a barren yet large place. He had his bed pushed to the left side, which at the foot the door to his in room bathroom was. That door was closed however,so after a minute of looking around,Zhongli placed the plant on his desk,which was the direct opposite of his bed.

He stared at the plant for a moment. It looked...odd,but all the colors were absolutely beautiful in a way Zhongli wouldn't have seen before. He was studying the plant so intently that he hardly noticed that it had moved a bit.

He snapped out of it only when he realized that it would be best if he watered the plant. Fresh water would be best,he thought to himself. So,he walked to the door,ready to walk out. That was,until he was grabbed.

Something hard and thick wrapped around his waist,pulling him up into the air in the middle of the room. He let out a yelp,trying desperately to push the thing off of him. He looked down at it,trying to see what exactly was holding him captive. It looked to be a vine of sorts,and he wondered if he could maybe slash it with his polearm...

...That was,until a sweet smell began secreting from the plant,causing him to go limp and his thoughts to cloud up. He continued to fight,squirming around in a pathetic attempt to escape,but there was no strength behind his actions. It was like all the power he had was drained. Or maybe it was just the fact that thinking about escaping was getting harder..

Something hard pushed its way into his mouth,and he desperately tried to spit it out. It was relentless however,so it simply continued to venture deeper into his mouth. Zhongli gagged when it hit the back of his throat,tears springing up in he eyes. The thing didn't care for his discomfort,and soon the former archon felt a cool,thick,slimy substance slide down his throat.

All too quick,his body felt as if it was in searing heat. Sweat formed on his forehead as he panted. He hardly noticed that his cocks had become fully erect,straining his pants. It came to the forefront ot his mind as it became increasingly uncomfortable. Two thin vines came and pulled off his jacket,letting it fall to a heap on the floor below. They then began work on his suit,finishing much quicker than Zhongli anticipated. It joined his jacket on the floor.

The very second his chest was bare and exposed,more thin vines came,rubbing his stomach with light touches that made him shiver. They trailed up his body,tracing his arolea and flicking over his nipples,causing him to let out a quite embarrassing moan. He was trying hard to escape,but the fire hot pleasure he was feeling was making him so weak...

There was a pressure in his backside,and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as a thick vine pushed into his hole. A wanton moan escaped hid lips. The soft,malleable thorns of the vine tickled his walls on a way that made him gyrate his hips and whine with tears in his eyes. When it hit his prostate,he fell limp as he came hard.

The vines continued even after he came,fucking him hard and fast. He moaned and cried,squirming desperately as he desperately tried to get away from the overstimulation.

Another vine came to touch the head of his sensitive cock,and he yelped as tears once again gathered in his eyes. He couldn't decide whether to buck into it or buck away from it as another splash of white hot pleasure-pain rocketed through him,causing him to orgasm once again.

He squeezed around the vine,just as he felt a thick,warm substance empty from the vine into his hole. He whined as it slipped out,and the other vines let him slump gently to the floor. He watched through blearly,half lidded eyes as the plant returned to normal,as if like magic.

When he awoke,the first he thought to do was get rid of the wretched plant. But the words of his God came back to him. "This plant here is one I made specifically for you,my most loyal follower. I ask that you please take care of it." His God had made it for him specifically. It would be blasphemous to throw it away. So he let it stay. Let it have it's way with him every night.

Ayato squirmed on your lap. You slapped his thigh,and he whined. "Stop moving." This whole ordeal had been his idea. He was often so busy he didn't have time for your....needs,so this had been his solution.

So now here you were,Ayato sitting on your cock,keeping it warm. All he had to do was stay still and be quiet until his work was finished. You could hear him taking deep breaths in an effort to relax,but he was failing miserably. You knew that he was definitely not focused on all the work he had to do,not when you were inside him and he was rock hard.

The scritch scratch of pen on paper tells you he's still working,but the hesitation of the strokes tells you he's struggling to keep his composure.

It doesn't take long for him to break.

The pen is slammed down onto the desk,and "please." Is the only thing he says,rocking his hips back. You click your tounge,almost disappointed at his lack of resolve.

"Please what?" you coo, bringing your hand to squeeze his hip.

"Let...let me move...please.." He's panting now,and it's just as cute as it is pathetic. You shake your head,an action he can't see,and sigh.

"Ohh...." you purred at him,almost mockingly. "I really thought you had more resolve than that..." shaking your head again,you use the hand on his hip to guide him,making him grind back on you.

Ayato almost sobs at the relief,taking your lead and moving slowly,as if to savor the feeling. You can feel his body trembling,and you can tell he's getting close to an orgasm. As soon as you started,you stopped. Stilling your actions and holding him in place. "That's it,back to work." Ayato cries at the loss of sensation,his trembling hand picking up the pen and beginning to write once again.

He starts moving unconsciously after awhile,grinding back on you and thinking you don't notice his little whimpers and whines of pleasure as he tries so hard to discreetly chase his high. You chuckle,leaning down to whisper into his ear. "Stop moving darling." He cries,his hips stuttering before coming to a stop completely. His entire body was trembling still,and you decided to have some mercy.

You pushed the chair back slightly,standing Ayato up and leaning him over the desk. You slipped back into him and began to pound into him,savoring his beautifully soft moans and whimpers. He was trying so hard to be quiet,trying so hard not to get the two of you caught,but it felt so good...

His pre was staining the papers,and it was sure to be a struggle to write on later,but he didn't care. All he cared about was pushing back onto you and chasing his high,wanting to cum so so badly. You could feel him squeezing around you,you could feel him reaching his high. He stopped being quiet and let his pretty noises loose as he got closer and closer....

And as quickly you started,just as the dam inside him was about to break,you stopped,pulled out,and sat back down. Pulling a desperate Ayato with you. The stained papers sat infront of him,and Ayato slouched a little,straighting back up after remembering himself,hopefully before you noticed.

"Well?" You said,smirking. "Get back to work." He cried out,tears slipping from his eyes as he began his work again,this time determined to finish so you could fuck him like he wanted.

He had actually managed to get quite a bit done before you decided to test him again. You did the same as before,pounding him just as he wanted.

Ayato could feel himself approaching his climax with excitement. "Ngh- I'm coming... I'm coming..." he moaned out,desperate for relief after being edged for hours. To his surprise, you let him come finally,and his eyes rolled back as he was finally allowed his release. He went boneless on the desk,before feeling himself be dragged back to sit on your still hard cock. He let out a gasp of suprise as you penatrated him once again,and tried to squirm away,but you were relentless,sitting him down harshly and stilling him with a slap to the thigh.

His hands trembled as he picked up the pen,his eyes clouded with tears as one fell onto the already strained papers. "hic- please...break..." he said,looking back to you. All you did was shake your head,mentioning back to the papers infront of him. Ayato looked at the large stack of papers he had to do,and wondered how he could ever do them all. Your warm,thick,heavy cock sat nestled in his hole,twitching and distracting his overstimulated mind. He wanted mercy,but he knew he'd get nothing of the sort.

After all,there was plenty of work to be done.

So, with another slap to his stinging thigh,he began to write once again. His soft cock began to twitch,slowly becoming hard once again as the anticipation grew.

Neuvillette was leaned over his courtroom podium. Your hand rested on his clothed back,keeping his face pushed down onto the wood and his ass in the air. His pants dropped to his ankles,leaving his ass bare and exposed to you,making it accessible to do with as you wished.

You could hear his heavy breathing from your place behind him,and he wriggled his hips slightly,perhaps in a pathetic attempt to entice you.

A loud smack rang through the large room. A cry came from Neuvillttes' mouth. More hits rained down on his bare ass,as rain began to drizzle from the sky, just like the slight delicate tears that had begun to fall from Neuvilltte's eyes.

A little sob fell from his lips when you began to speak.

"You're such a slut. Thinking I wouldn't catch you acting like a common street whore touching yourself." You practically spat out at him,landing a blow on his thighs. Another beautiful cry came from the trembling man below you. Your harsh words continued anyway,as you brought a hand to brush one of his hard dicks.

"Look at you,getting off on being hit. What a slut you are..." This time you cooed mockingly,as you continued to spank him. On his thighs,his ass,his hips,anywhere your hands could leave a mark. You fumbled with your belt with one hand,the other moving from his back to his horns,lightly touching them and tracing them,hearing his whimpers become louder as you did so.

When your pants finally came off,you grabbed the lube from your pocket (maybe you planned for this,Neuvilltte would never know),and made sure to lather your fingers in it. You pushed one of your fingers into his waiting hole,and he moaned aloud as you worked it into him.

It was like music,and you were the conductor. You added another wanting to get more beautiful sounds from him. And more sounds you got,as your fingers brushed his prostate,making him moan and whimper like a bitch in heat,his dicks leaking copious amounts of pre come onto the floor.

"S-someone could ngh- see..." he said,the rain continuing to fall outside as tears pricked his eyes at the thought of being caught.

"Then you just have to be quiet..." you cooed down at the trembling man. He was trying so hard to be good for you,after he had so blatantly disobeyed you. He really just couldn't help it! You just made him so desperate...just a little slut for your touch.

You pulled your fingers from his entrance,hearing his beautiful whine at the loss. It was soon replaced by moans of pleasure as you replaced them with your cock.

You began to slowly thrust into him,hearing his whimpers and mewls become higher pitch. He pushed back onto you,begging you with that beautiful intoxicating voice of his to please move faster,please go harder.

The slut couldn't hold back anymore as his lovely noises reverberated off the walls. He was quickly approaching his high,and the squeezing around your cock prompted you to grab his hips and thrust into him harder and faster.

He reached his high with a broken sob,tears freely flowing. He went limp on the podium, sobbing from the overstimulation as you didn't even slow down,fucking him with just as much fervor as before.

"Agh- slow down~ please~~" sobs accompanied the words he was saying,but his hard cocks and his fluttering entrance betrayed the words he spoke. So you continued,overstimulating him as he sobbed and cried,the rain going harshly outside,matching the tears that fell from his eyes.

You pulled out,flipping him around and plunging back in all before his hazy brain could register it. You could see his face now,eyes puffy and slightly red from tears,the lines from his crying evident on his face. Neuvilltte was still crying,tears still streaking down his face as he begged and pleaded for you to slow down.

He let out a loud moan as he came again,arching his back. He looked so ruined,tears going down his face as he tried so hard to chase his pleasure once again,despite trembling in overstimulation. You smirk as you thrust even faster,fucking the chief justice into oblivion in his own place of work.

One: Organs

Two: wounds

Three: Blood

Four: decay

Five: knives

Six: Hanahki

Seven: Electrocution

Eight: Burning/fire

Nine: suffocation

Ten: skinning

Eleven: decapitation

Twelve: mutilation

Thirteen: Lab/experiments

Fourteen: cutting

Fifteen: impaled

Sixteen: parasite

Seventeen: Puke

Eighteen: Punishment

Nineteen: razors

Twenty: bone breakage

Twenty-one: Amputation

Twenty-two: eyes

Twenty-three: walking on glass

Twenty-four: trials

Twenty-five: Sacrifice

Twenty-six: heart

Twenty-seven: devotion

Twenty-eight: hair pulling

Twenty-nine: claws

Thirty: tied up

Thirty-one: Requesters Choice!!

I know goretober is usually an art prompt,but I want to use this opportunity to broaden my horizons when it comes to writing horror,so bear with me