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25TH OF OCTOBER DELAYED - NAGI SEISHIRO - SIZE KINK + VIBRATOR
A/N: OMG im gen so sorry for the delay you guys 😓 i was diagnosed with HFMD (hand foot and mouth disease) and omg it’s a pain in the ass. still recovering. but.. i will still be uploading todays’ kinktober along with this one. thx for ur patience !
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cw: vibrator use, squirting, humping cushions (nagi) fem reader
as lazy as nagi was, he always had some spike of energy whenever it came to pleasing you.
teasing you, especially. but what he didn’t realize was that inside of him, he absolutely adored the fact that you’re so tiny compared to him.
and he’s huge—so regardless of your size, he’s still bigger.
“s-sei..” you mumbled, shy because your boyfriend is holding you so tight.
you were just doing your usual routine—washing dishes nagi didn’t feel like doing, laundry, etc.
you had finally finished washing the dishes, and nagi took this opportunity to latch onto you.
your back pressed against his chest, he sighs, resting his head on your shoulder.
“smell good,” he says so hushed you’d think he’s whispering, “wanna touch you.”
of course, nagi was a boy, so he had his hormonal spikes throughout his lifespan. but one thing he did notice was that they spike up very often now that you’re here.
“seishiro, i haven’t even sweeped the floor—“
“leave it for later. wanna touch you..” he takes a peek at your boobs through your shirt, before taking a hand to grope them.
“n-nagi, control yourself, cmon..” you look to the side, flustered.
“don’t want to. just wanna take your clothes off…” nagi slowly pulls the hem of your shirt. you slap his hand away in an attempt to stop his horny fingers.
“lemme at it, baby..” he whines.
you two couldn’t even reach the bed in time, he got too impatient and brought you to the couch instead, already taking your pants off.
laying you down on your back, he already been prepared and took a vibrator from you guys’ room. perhaps he was using it previously.
“just wanna touch you.. and.. make you feel good, ‘kay?” nagi’s voice deepened, spreading your legs across the cushions and he lays infront of you, his legs dangling off the arm rest since he literally couldn’t even fit.
he takes a small lick at your folds, and you hold back an exhale.
“so wet.. for me?” he rhetorically asks as if he already knew the answer, and you just look to the side in embarrassment.
he takes the cute medium sized vibrator, turning it on the first level, pressing it on your clit.
“s-sei, that’s.. ah..” you’re speechless, you didn’t really often use vibrators in the relationship. it was usually nagi when he’s home alone.
“it’s already dripping out… makin’ me horny.” he takes a sniff at your wetness.
you quickly try to shut your legs, “n-nagi, stop doing that! it’s.. weird.”
he groans in annoyance, and goes back into pleasuring you with the vibrator. he slowly rotates it in small little circles, watching the way your hole pulses at the pleasure.
nagi clicks it to the second setting, and he’s casually just humping the cushion at this point.
“mm.. so wet.. love watching it come out…” nagi whimpers, pressing down a little harder on your clit.
“seishiro.. you’re so dirty—”
he stops your sentence by licking at your hole, as if trying not to stain the cushion with your cute fluids.
“h-hey! too much..” you moan, your eyebrows scrunched and cheeks heat up.
nagi is impatient, repeatedly clicking the button three more times til it reaches its maximum—and you can’t take it anymore.
“mmngh!— nagi, r-relax, take it slow, aah, fuck!”
nagi is mesmerized, fascinated at the way your legs attempt to close but he’s forcing them open, your tight hole fluttering around nothing but oxygen and liquid dripping so rapidly he would’ve thought you came already.
you suddenly feel a particular sense of need, urgency, and you buck your hips against the air.
“n-nagi, m’cumming, ah, stop, please! mmf, fuck!” you throw your head back while launching your hand toward his head, gripping onto his hair so tight he whimpers himself, moaning in pleasure. you rut your hips against the vibrator, tears threatening to spill from your ducts, and you finally cum.
not paying attention and just in the world of pleasure and sex, nagi is fucking enthralled at the absurd fluid gushing out of your hole—you had squirted, and he couldn’t have been more satisfied to stop the vibrator.
finally coming down from your adrenaline, you look back down at nagi and he’s desperately panting, before sitting upright and a wet spot against his pants show existence.
“nagi.. did you.. cum just from using a vibrator on me?”
KINKTOBER :: Oct 1st :: Bruce Wayne x reader — spanking
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Rain slams against the stained glass windows of the Wayne Manor as Bruce Wayne lays another one of his agonising smacks onto your bare ass; cheeks flushed with a light ember of red, tears ran down your face. Each next smack was harder, full of more force with a hint of passion, more fire as if he wanted you to feel things deeply, not only physically but mentally. He wanted you to know exactly how he feels, he wanted you to realise your punishment.
Although, the whole reason why you ended up like this, in a state of a whimpering and groaning mess bent over his knee was due to you being a pain in the ass the whole night.
Bruce had his duties, his role to fill as Batman for the night, so as routine he set out for patrol. However, you were feeling extra needy tonight, and you honestly did acknowledge how serious he is about being this vigilante, but it was so.. so hard to just wait for him. You tried everything, rubbing your thighs against a pillow, watching a soppy movie and even trying a new makeup routine, but nothing could hide the ache in your panties.
So, you couldn't hold back. You kept fucking calling, texting, asking when he's going to be back only to get no reply or a short answer, unbothered. You ran into your wardrobe, pulling out a pastel pink lingerie set that Bruce got you for your birthday which would be so out of budget if you bought it, but he loves to treat you.
You positioned yourself on your shared bed, sending him the most dirtiest nude picture. Back arched whilst you lay splayed on the bed stomach down, tits perky, nipples hard against the cool matress. As you sent the picture, waiting for those two blue ticks to indicate he’s seen it, you put your phone down.
This set. him. off. He sent you one menacing text, ‘Youre pushing your luck now, sweetheart.’ So, all you could do is wait, wait for your boyfriend to come back home to the manor, come back home and tend to your arousal.
Another smack, "—how many times do I gotta remind you, baby," he muttered, low and dangerous which lead you to whimper, ass arched in the air over his knee. "You don't call me when I'm on patrol unless— you're. in . danger." he punctuated each of the last words with hard spanks.
However, your punishment was hard to endure when your slick was building up, rubbing against your thighs. You really tried to get some sort of friction, any. But he knew, he knew you, he knew you would find pleasure in punishment so he just took his two thick digits, running them up the soft flesh of your thighs, goosebumps waking at his touch before he made it up to your folds.
He collected the slick, before gruffled chuckle erupted from his throat, "..Fuckin' pathetic--, you like this shit, don't you?" he groaned as he watched the wetness drip down your thighs, it was a filthy mess yet so addicting, so alluring. “Look at her.. pretty cunt is soaked all f’me..”
He scoffed, laying another smack onto your ass, the hand prints prominent and a pretty red as he marked his territory. The thunder claps outside, punctuating with his brutal spanks. "Count for me, baby— can you do that?" he groaned but when you didnt respond since youre literally fucked out, he gripped a fist full of your hair, pulling your face up to look at him.
"There she is.. my pretty girl.." he whispered, free hand lifting from your ass to carress your face before he taped in lightly. "—now, count."
"One.." .. “— mmh" you moaned, mouth falling open to let almost a whimper of pure arousal escape whilst he groaned primally, like this sight was making him feral. And it was. "two.." you dragged out your words, could barely even speak, your voice was stained from all the screams into the mattress; lips puffy and eyes still teary. His mumbles echoed through the four walls:
"..so..so good for me, honey."
"dont worry, it'll be over soon, and then maybe you'll get your reward,"
"—thats it, bunny, such a good girl."
Your voice faded into the atmosphere, you couldn't even register him talking tenderly, like he sympathised for you. You didn't know if he was talking to himself, or saying this to you. but you didn't care. you knew it was going to be a long night, and you were honestly all here for it.
vergil is in heat, and instead of giving in, you're denying him what he wants most.
pairing: vergil (devil may cry) x reader
wc: 727
warnings: nsfw - blood (blood play), male ejaculation, orgasm denial, mating/heat cycle, male sub dynamics
notes: surprise !! here's a little treat for my lovelies in celebration of kinktober. sub!vergil nation stand up !!!!!!! love u forever xoxo
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Greedy was an understatement at this point. It was the tail-end of Vergil’s heat cycle and you couldn’t take anymore, your poor body defiled like a cheap sock thrown under a bed. Knowing you’d only have to stave off the heat for another day or so, you decided to take matters into your own hands, to turn the tables a little. Vergil wasn’t all that happy he wasn't going to have you spread for him, but he was inclined to entertain your idea as a way of getting back in your good graces.
He regretted this entirely after you two hit the hour two mark.
Shaking like a depraved animal, Vergil whimpered around your fingers as he sucked on the pricks you had made to nurse some human blood into his system to satiate the cravings rampaging in his nervous system. It only served to rile him up further, though, proven by the way he was drooling down the side of his face and rutting his hips into the air. Every lift of his body off the bed made the metal cage around his cock chime, the lock clinking against the ring that held him stiff in place. With droopy lids and discontented whines, he holds your hand to his mouth, pulling blood from your fingers with needy sucks. The way you just stared down and occasionally calmed him with shushing only made him ache more, swollen head throbbing against the once cool metal of the cage – begging, agonizing for relief and attention.
There was a deep part of him that hated this. Hated how he had been reduced to a pitiful degenerate. But most of all, he hated that he was a slave to his nature, a victim to his biology. He desired his partner sexually, as anyone would, but during a demonic cycle like this one, he felt like a goddamn pervert. It was incessant – the need, the pain that built up in his blood like a virus. Every waking moment was like he had the worst case of bubonic plague, and the only way to be cured was by pumping himself dry into his perfect mate.
So, when he got worked up to the point of writhing on the duvet, slit leaking precum through the bars of the cage, it couldn’t be helped. Large hands pawed at your wrist, blunt nails dragging down the skin and leaving behind fresh pink streaks.
“Please,” he mumbles lamely, letting your spit-slicked fingers fall away from his mouth.
“‘Please’, what?” you blink down at him with a painfully neutral expression that only serves to make his hips twitch upward again.
“Jesus-, touch me, fuck me, anything,” Vergil makes a froggy growl in the back of his throat before rolling onto his side. “Just cease this torture.”
Before he can complain any further, he watches you shift to grab the knife you had thrown to the side earlier, slicing into the palm of your hand with a clean cut. His brain gets wiped clean at the smell of fresh blood, going still and eyes the ruby droplets as they trickle down your skin. With an obvious gulp, dilated eyes look up to meet yours, the black pupils swallowing the usually calm blues. At your nod, he lurches forward and wraps his lips around the wound, a seedy moan rumbling his throat with primal delight. Lying on his belly now, he swallowed down every wave of blood he could suckle from your palm while his lower half squirmed against the mattress. It didn’t take long for his moans and breathing to become more prominent, humping his caged cock into the weak friction the blankets provided. When he finally came, cum squirting past metal bars to streak the duvet, you didn’t even notice until his grip on your arm started to weaken. Whimpers of unsatisfying release fill the otherwise silent room, his head flopping in your lap and away from your bloodied hand. A mix of saliva and blood dribbled out the side of his stained lips, eyes limply open and cheeks flushed a fleshy rose. He didn’t dare to complain about the less than stellar orgasm, you having proved your point through denial thus far. Instead, he focused on the warmth of blood in his belly, sighing against your thigh tiredly and shutting out the unremitting ache in his loin.
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10/01 FIRST DAY OF KINKTOBER 2025! - MICHAEL MYERS
First day of kinktober! So excited! SEE PINNED POST FOR ALL FICS!
DON'T FORGET TO FOLLOW!
Thank you @absurddino for the prompts!
10/01: cream pie / pet play / sweat
NSFW: creampie/forced s*x/rough s*x/no clear consent/p in v mentioned/no after care/mask kink/slight knife play and mentions of blood/male groaning/straight smut
NON DESCRIPTIVE READER/FEM READER
Story: You find yourself playing hide and seek in the old abandoned house at the end of the street with some of your friends. The giggles and whispers echo through the house while you find yourself hiding deep within the basement, they will never find you here. It's all fun and games until you find yourself face to face with this... thing... man?
He had you pinned against the wall as he railed deep within you, your eyes rolling back in deep pleasure as he grunted in your ear. You could hear his breath quicken as he thrusted himself into you again and again. Your clothes were torn from his knife, enough to enter you roughly and place his knife to your back with ease.
With the knife he was holding you still as his other hand gripped your hips, preventing you from falling under him. Your whines quiet as you tried to hold them in. It wasn't that you didn't have any moans to give out, it was that everytime you tried to this monster man would press the knife further into your back. You could feel the sting of his knife as he clung deep within you, letting out a low groan.
His mask shined under the moon light that crept in through the tiny window in the basement you were in. He quickened his pace as you let a moan escape your mouth, feeling his knife pierce you again. His movements quickened as he grunted slightly louder, releasing himself inside you. You gasped as he left you, oozing from his creampie. His hand loosened on your hip and you felt your knees weaken, almost falling to the ground.
With one quick motion he twisted you around and faced you towards him. You gasped, finally seeing his mask in full light. White and dirty, brown hair on top of it. He stared at you as he moved two of his fingers inside of you, playing with his sticky cum. You held in your breath and he neared your face, watching you as you tried your best to stop yourself from moaning again.
You could feel the blood on your back from the knife he had on it a couple sconds ago. It was warm, almost like the oozing coming from in between your thighs. His fingers left you as he touched your face, smearing his cum on your cheeks. You could see his shoulders moving up and down, almost like he was silently laughing.
He let you go roughly, allowing you to drop to the ground with a loud thud. He zipped himself up as he backed away, giving you one last look as he left through the basement door to the outside... leaving you full and dazed. You heard your friends footsteps down the basement as you passed out, fucked through and dirty...
I work all day but I will try to make time to write as much as possible! So excited to participate this year in kinktober! Love you all and I hope you all enjoy!!! Please let me know if there are any requests, starting with a slasher but I want to do more characters as well 💖 YAY OCTOBER!!!
