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where have i been?

hi so ive been gone and i deleted my account out of pure frustration and impulse because i was stressed out with family issues & other shit. i didn’t want to stay for long anyway and ive actually kinda developed a community on this app ngl. i love yall so bad i wanted to come back, sorry if you’re upset and i should’ve archived my stories cause yall love them so much, but ill make better ones! some of yall might care, some may not who knows, don’t matter cause im back and most likely here to stay! mwah

masterlist (not created) | kinktober masterlist ‘25

recent works; choso doesn’t know personal space (choso k.)

yes u cannn !

choso doesn’t know what personal space is

choso never wants to let you go. any task you do, he will be there just to cling onto you like a koala does a tree. he had no reason to be in your personal space, he just wanted to be there. choso said that he will “literally die if im not around you”, sure.

you picked up the sponge, adding a bit of water onto it as you picked up a dirty dish to clean. choso had his arms wrapped around you, his face in the crook of his neck. his purpose of being there, pointless. he didn’t help with dishes, he didn’t even say anything. he just held you close because that’s all he needed.

he craves your warmth every minute, every second, every millisecond. even during the latest of nights, sometimes he would literally tweak.

choso woke up in a cold sweat, looking around for you. you were on your side, snoring quietly. “why’d you move?” he’d whine, as if you could hear him in your deep rem sleep. he swiftly cuddled you again, his hands firm on your body so he knows you wouldn’t turn away.

even during sex, choso would cling onto you. he’s too scared you’ll go away, when all he wants is you!

“f-fuck.. c-choso.. mngh!” you let out struggled moans, you gripped the sheets, your face implemented in the pillows. choso had his chest on your back, his forehead in the crook of your neck. his arms wrapped closed around your midsection, his thrust sloppy and uncoordinated. “d-do you love me?” he randomly blabbered. “don’t want.. y-you to— ah! — ever go away, come closer..! please!” he whined, knowing you were too lost in pleasure to care about what he was rambling about. he wanted to cum deep inside you, because he hates to pull out. that will mean he can’t be closer to you!

if he could’ve, he would live inside of your skin, daily.

your routine consisted of, work, heading home nanami, finishing paperwork, pampering nanami, sleep. everyday was longer than the last but it was your life. humble, peaceful and simple.

you were in the part of your routine where you are pampering nanami. he does a lot for you, and he never has had a vacation once. you were gently massaging his tender shoulders, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the warmth of your fingers on his body. “did you want me to make you some tea?” your voice was soft and sweet, nanami always gotten a fuzzy feeling whenever you spoke to him.

“it’s alright, dear. i can make some tea myself.” he shook his head slightly. “well, i’m taking care of you, ain’t i? you need a break, you don’t need to move a muscle, a finger, anything.” you peppered a kiss on his warm cheek. “let me take care of you.” you whispered.

you were in the kitchen, setting up water in the kettle. nanami was in the tub, the bubbles at his chest. this was relaxation, this was his vacation. soon after, you came inside the bathroom. “the kettle is warming up.” you told. nanami stared at you, a small smile on his lips. “join me.” he offered.

who were you to say no?

namami had kissed on your neck, his hands swishing underneath the water as he squished your soft skin. the water creating a bubbly curve over your breast infatuated him. he made sure your hair was nicely tucked inside the shower cap. he made sure the water wasn’t too cold when you came inside, after all this was your time too.

“you’re so gorgeous.” he muttered, his lips latching onto your neck to your wet collarbone. “i don’t deserve you.” he murmured. “oh hush,” you had a smile. “i am serious, honey.” he lifted up your hand, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. he kissed your wet and somewhat soapy hand. “such a beauty.” he continued to praise. “i love you.” nanami kissed your temple sweetly. “i love you too.” you replied.

living life was hard, but the little things made everyday worth it.

onyankopon doesn’t care what the setting is, he’s all over you.

dinner party with friends, meet him at the bathroom. “s’fucking loud, ma.” he smirked. your back pressed against the large mirror in the bathroom. your moans muffled with your panties in your mouth. your dress scrunched and wrinkled all the way up above your stomach. ony’s thick fingers penetrating you with no mercy. your fingers gripped the marble sink. you slick leaking below you. “cum one more time f’me, youn wanna get caught right?” he tilted his head, his thumb circling around your drooling clit. “caaannttt..” your words muffled and slurred. your brain was foggy and voice strained.

“yeah you can, girl. betta hope you have enough energy ‘cause on the way home, when we get home— fuck, you should’ve never worn this dress.” ony bit his lip, slightly grinding himself against your leg. you were sore, tired, used and weak the next morning.

car ride? don’t even worry. “fuuuck, mmhm, just like that.” onyankopon had pulled over in the middle of nowhere because you wanted to be a tease.

“chill, m’driving baby, i needa focus on the road.” his big hand was on the steering wheel. he was leaned back in the seat, his legs spread widely. “i ain’t even doing nothing to you,” you playfully rolled your eyes, “can’t admire my man?” your hands on his thighs, moving to palm him through his sweats. “you wanna admire the car crash if you keep playin’?” he sucked his teeth. you didn’t stop, “i’m not being distracting.” you were about to slide your hand in his pants before you heard his deep voice. “a’ight, you playin. i’m pulling over.” your eyes widened as if u didn’t ask for this, ony glanced at you while continuing to drive. “mmtch, fuck you shocked for?” ony shook his head. “we have a long distance, what’chu you stopping for?” you pouted. “ion care, cmon.” he pulled over the car in the middle of an empty road.

“empty road? ony—” “get out the car.”

slurp, slurp, slurp. “shit—” ony cursed, his hand on your cheek as he thrusts his cock deeply down your throat, watching your eyes flutter close. the way you had to breathe through your nose so harshly because his cock was filling up your mouth so good. your moans sending vibrations down his spine. “yeah, fuck, that’s what you wanted? fuck you in that slutty throat, huh?”

basically anywhere, onyankopon would take anything you offer. audience is welcomed too.

msbratzdoll’s kinktober masterlist ‘25

OCTOBER 1: EPISODE 1 — COSPLAY FT GOJO SATORU

OCTOBER 4: EPISODE 2 — SIZE KINK FT CLARK KENT

OCTOBER 10: EPISODE 3 — DRY HUMPING FT DICK GRAYSON

OCTOBER 15: EPISODE 4 — BREEDING FT BRUCE WAYNE

OCTOBER 20: EPISODE 5 — PUBLIC SEX FT TOJI FUSHIGURO

OCTOBER 24: EPISODE 6 — SPANKING FT NANAMI KENTO

OCTOBER 28: EPISODE 7 — BLINDFOLD FT CHOSO KAMO

OCTOBER 30: EPISODE 8 — SHOWER SEX FT GETO SUGURU

OCTOBER 31: EPISODE 9 — WRITERS CHOICE!

in which, toji loves his wife soooo much, like soooooo freaking much. ( x black fem reader ) soft!toji

it was hard for toji to convey his feelings. it was too foreign to him, but for you he was willing to try it at least. he doesn’t throw around the word, ‘i love you’. it has true meaning to him, and he only had said it to you, because that’s what he meant. his heart is cold because that’s how he had to survive. nobody wanted him, he felt like he didn’t belong. he never introduced you to his family and never will. you know the reason why.

he didn’t think about marriage before. until he met you that is. he wanted to settle down, build a life and family with you. he went out to buy the prettiest ring ever, just for you. you didn’t ask for much, just for his love and support. you were simple when it came to your relationship because you knew what he went through. you were his safe space, his only space to be him. even if that meant being annoying as shit or too clingy, you were ready to take all of it. he had baggage that he wasn’t ready to unpack, but he’s sure you’ll help him along the road.

it was probably six o’clock in the morning, maybe even earlier. you woke up with kisses all over your face. big hands all over your body, squishing your skin. “wake up.” you heard a rough voice speak. “mm..” you hummed, turning on your side. you clutched onto the blankets, cheeks deep in the pillow. “wake up. dya’know what day it is woman? no time for sleep.” your brows furrowed at his words as you groaned.

“go away..” you murmured. your voice raspy and low. “ya want me t’a drag you out this bed?” he kissed your ear. “need’ya to wake up, it’sa special day.” your eyes fluttered, opened. your eyes burned from the instant sunlight directly hitting your face. “ow.” you grumbled. “sorry, the suns in ya face.” toji moves your face a little, just enough to get your face out the sun. “what’s today?” you asked in an annoyed tone. “our anniversary.” you can feel his signature smirk on your neck. he licked your neck, already leaving small hickeys. “it’s our anniversary today, baby. i needa show you how much i love you.” he whispered sweetly.

“but.. im tryna sleep, toji.” you protested. “whatever, sleep is for weak, did’ja know that?” his arms wrapped around your waist, he felt so warm and secure. something he wasn’t able to feel in a very long. you were his only family, his only friend, his wife, his family, his everything. he was a shit head but never to you. if he lost you, he lost himself. he didn’t care if you wanted to spend the anniversary together by sleeping in or going out to eat the finest dinner ever. he just wanted you all to himself.

“shut the hell up.” you groaned. he only smirked, “what d’ya do? we can spend the mornin’ together, making breakfast.. lettin’ me eat you out..” he bit his bottom lip. “anything you want pretty.” he murmured. “kiss.” you demanded. toji obliged, kissing your neck, to your cheek, to your lips. “ya so warm, doll.” he had a hand on your womb, pulling you close. you didn’t say much, just enjoying the moment of your lips intertwined with his. your tongues swirled around each other, he was getting handsy and a bit needy for more friction.

he parted lips for a moment, his face in your neck as he inhales your scent. “happy anniversary.” his voice was low but soft and tender. “i love you.” that part was quiet, and it wasn’t like he expected you to say anything back because he was too embarrassed to say that too loud. “huh, what’dya say?” you were confused, but not really. you just wanted him to say it out loud. “nothing— nothing ya need to know anyway.” he dismissed. he pulled back, turning you to lay flat on your back.

“y’er face is so gorgeous, i could stare at you all day, ya’know? i could touch it, kiss it.. cum on it—” “you are the biggest perv, ‘ji.” you let out a snort. his hands on your nightgown, pushing it up. “y’don’t wear panties to bed, no more?” toji questioned. “i do, i was— i needed t’a get more comfortable in bed, it’s easier f’me to sleep.” you pouted. “cute.” he smirked.

this is crazy because i wrote it and it got like 50 notes and i just deleted my account right after, but i will remake it!! this is quite short mb

BACK OF SPENCERS

in which, your boyfriend, choso, works at spencers and you wanted him to take you to the back. ( x black fem reader )

you went to choso’s job to drop off some food. he forgot to pack his lunch again so you packed some lunch for it, even added a cute pink post it on it! “thank you, baby.” choso kissed your lips, a small smile on his face. you could see his cheeks slightly flushed from your thoughtful gesture. “it’s okay, i didn’t want you to spend money and buy more food, and i could make you something.” you had a innocent smile on your adorable face. “do you wanna go into the back? im not doing much today, just wanna see you.” you told him, but you definitely had other plans. “huh? oh, sure.” he nodded.

“just for a little, we won’t get caught” you said. “won’t you get a discount, you work here?!” you added. “i will pay for it when we are done, it’s fine.” you even looked up to spot any cameras, none.

“you have to be quiet.” choso firmly warned. the soft humming of the vibrator. “i-i can’t..” your stomach flexed, one hand gripping onto the shelf while the other gripped onto choso’s hair. “yes you can, baby. please? just for me? i want you to be good.” you swear your vision went blurry. “hah… mhm..” your hips bucked up from the praise. “you want me to get up and quiet you? is that why you’re bein’ so loud?” he pouted. “i-im.. im sorry..” you half assessed apologized. choso usually loves when your loud. but that’s when he’s balls deep inside you and in the comfort of his or your house, maybe even the car— never at his job.

you let go of his hair and choso got off his knees, his hand still steadily pressing the vibrator over your abused clit. “choso..” you whimpered. “i know baby, i know..” he kissed your cheek. “please, you’re a good girl, aren’t you? so try and be quiet, i swear, i’ll reward you good.” choso kissed your lips, muffling your cute moans.

“cum, cum..” he murmured between your sweet lips. your body shook, a sharp spike of pleasure running through your spine. “st-stop—” your free hand grasping his shirt. he pulled the vibrator back, it was soaked in your juices. the humming continued but he could tell you were overstimulated. you probably came five times. “yeah, cum baby.” he cooed, his fingers rubbing your erect clit. “choso.. fuck, fuck!” you were way too loud, choso kissed you again. he put the vibrator in his free hand while using his other to slip two fingers inside easily. his fingers thrusted harshly, wanting you to chase your high. even during kisses, you were loud.

you coated his fingers with your cum, your legs trembling. “fuck, choso— oh my god..” you whimpered, “deeper, yes- deeper, oh my godduhh, chosoooo!” your words more exaggerated, slurred and incoherent. your mind was fog and blank. he kissed your neck, “shh.. shh.” his fingers went deeper, soothing you from your high.

“so should we get this vibrator? it’s pink and made you cum.” choso said, staring at the definitely used vibrato that he shouldn’t have opened. he glanced at the ripped open box, seeing a big red tape on it. “and it’s on sale too! 78.99!”

in which, you can’t make breakfast in peace, because choso loves you too much. ( x black female reader )

“m’so hungry..” you murmured, cracking open the carton of eggs. your bonnet was almost halfway down your head, your baby hair sticking out wildly. choso’s shirt was big enough on you, but it was comfortable. you put a hand up the shirt, itching your underboob. your eyes puffy as they got adjusted to the dim lights in the kitchen. you turned on the stove, placing a pan on top of the heat.

you opened the cabinet, taking some cooking oil and giving the pan a quick spray. you grabbed an egg, tapping it against the edge of the pan and cracking it. soft sizzling echoed in the kitchen.

you swear you were about to fall asleep until you felt a warm presence hug your body. “mornin’.” your voice raspy and dry. he didn’t speak yet, he just kissed your neck. “baby.” he murmured. “how was your night?” he asked, he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“fine.. jus’..” you rubbed your eyes, “tired.” your words slightly slurred. “mhm.” choso pressed him hips against your butt. “im cooking.. later-” choso let out a whine, “no,” he immediately protested. “i love you.” he kissed your neck once more. “i promise..” he murmured in your ear, “i’ll be gentle..” choso began to grind his hips into you, making you feel his hard on.

your fingers gripped onto the counter, your lips parted as mewls escaped your lips, “turn the heat down, the eggs will cook too fast.” choso warned, his hands moving to pull down your shorts swiftly. your hands slightly struggled to turn down the heat, your fingers curving the knob.

his hand moved to feel your heat, his fingers rubbing against your clit. “you’re wet?” he hummed. “i didn’t do much.” you let out pathetic whimpers, “baby..” your head tilted to the side as he continued to kiss and nip at your neck. “i’ll be quick.” he cooed, cupping your hips. “bend.” he warmly spoke.

you arched your back, your hands on the counter. you could still hear the sizzling of the egg, “i wan’tuh flip the eggs, cho’.” you pouted. “no you don’t.” he scrunched up the oversized shirt. he let out a moan as he caressed your plump cheeks. “you’re so gorgeous.” he murmured in your ear.

choso pulled down his boxers, just enough to whip his cock out. his hand on the low of your back, arching you further. another hand slowly pumping himself. choso grazed the tip against your wet slit. you put your head down, already clenching around nothing. “relax,” his voice soothing and distracted you (slightly) from his cock filling you.

“mhm..” choso had a tired moan escape his lips, right into your ear. “you wanna hold my hand?” he asked, his hands interlocking with yours placed on the counter.

his thrust were slowly and slightly sloppy. choso had his face in the crook of your neck. he let go of one hand, sliding it underneath the shirt, cupping your boob. “i love you.” he murmured. you were so tired, couldn’t think— but you were so turned on. his groggy and tired voice, his mindless moans. “i love.. you more.” you put your free hand on top of his head and began grasping his hair.

his hips thrusted up making you gasp. “r-right there..!” you turned your head ever so slightly, choso’s groans made you clench around his length. his lips pressed onto yours. “i love you so much.” he repeated between kisses. “love you..”

the eggs were burnt, you smelt it. you didn’t care when choso was balls deep inside you while whispering sweet nothings. your moans, choso’s kisses and sweet nibbles, the wet thrust that went slap, fap, slap, the crackling of the oil on the burnt eggs filled the empty kitchen.

the morning was slow and simple, just how it always was.

in which, dick grayson won’t leave you alone after you guys broke up years ago. ( x black female reader )

you should’ve known. once you met dick, you never knew what the word “peace” meant. you guys broke up a few years ago, yet he is still around. he doesn’t give up. you don’t remember how many times do you’ve blocked his random ass numbers, his desperate attempts on textnow. you found it all pathetic.

he won’t leave you alone, he never found a girl who made him feel at home. he didn’t want to rebuild another connection. you know all his secrets, you know what he likes, what he hates, who he loves, his entire story. countless nights him stroking himself, just to the thought of you coming back him and making him feel just right.

(un)fortunately for you, you both shared a cat. technically it was dick’s cat because you couldn’t stop asking for one. so he bought a cat. but that was his plan, to make you guys come back and co-parent!

you stood at the door, knocking. you already didn’t want to be here, it was too familiar. dick purposely opened the door in a sloppy fashion. he had no shirt, only long pajama pants. he wasn’t doing shit. he wanted you to see his washboard abs! he wanted you to miss him and go on your knees and suck him dry like old times! “sorry— was doing laundry if you couldn’t tell.” he let out a sheepish chuckle. you just rolled your eyes, excuses. you walked inside, heading to the cat tower where the cat laid. “did she get her shots?” you asked.

dick pouted, not apart of the plan but whatever. he closed the door. “mhm, but since we share custody i wanted to ask if you could try and come more often? she seems to be getting more anxious when her mommy leaves.” dick had a shit eating grin on his lips. you didn’t respond. “baby— i mean— y/n, im being so serious! she meows longer when you leave, she hides in the tower and doesn’t want me to touch her!” dick pouted. he was a hundred and one percent lying.

“why don’t you stay here and talk? hm? like talk about how we can co-parent so you can stay longer? i promise it won’t be a back and forth thing?” he looked at you, that same sloppy grin. he wanted you so bad and fuck, if you didn’t want him either. he was the man of your dreams until he wasn’t, duh. you were moving on with your life, and sure he was moving on with his but— in a sense you were his life. you’re what love is to him. it’s messy, thrilling, beautiful, frustrating.. it’s love.

you wish you should’ve just went home. you didn’t have to stay and encourage his nonsense any longer. there’s not a single reason on this earth where dick grayson should be kissing your neck on his unmade bed. “di-“ “shh baby, c’mere..” he gently kissed your neck, running his hands through your thighs. “i missed you.” he murmured. you could tell he did, he was so needy.

this felt so wrong to do. you should’ve told him that you were talking to this new guy, he was much sweet than dick! much funnier (lies). but you felt weak, and some part of of you liked that. your eyes fluttered close after every kiss, your hand moved to cup the back of his head. you laid against the pillow, pulling him in for a kiss. “mm?” he hummed. “i love you.” he confessed. “i love you too, i missed you so much.” you whimpered against his lips.

life felt so familiar again, it felt so amazing. your mouth slightly agape, your eyes couldn’t stay open. “di-dick, fuck!” you moaned. your hands wrapped around his neck, your legs around his waist while he began to thrust into you with passion. he had his arms around you, wanting to ensure you didn’t leave him. all that echoed throughout the room was your slutty moans and the clapping sounds of his balls hitting your ass. the way his cock had the perfect curve, hit you in the most perfect spot. your eyes kissed the back of your head, you couldn’t think.

“fuck baby, you’re so beautiful like this. no guy deserves this, okay? only me.” he whispered in your ear. you swear you got wetter from that. dick bit his bottom lip, not so much trying to focus on his thrust but trying to hit that spot that makes you go wild. you only moaned in response, and that was really all he wanted. “don’t move around baby, it’s hard f’me to.. do what i need to..” he grunted. he kissed you once more, thinking this was a dream. “we are gonna get a noise compliment, honey.” he grinned. you didn’t hear him over your whimpering and mewling. “hmm? well.. i don’t care either, they need to know that you’re mines.” you were so adorable in his eyes, breaking down into a wet, squirming and whimpering mess. just a few hours ago your swore you hated him so bad, now he’s deep in your guts.

maybe all dick was what you needed. maybe he was your true soulmate. maybe you just wanted that dick. two things can be true at once.