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⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚ hi friends! i'm zero, a multi-fandom writer. below you can find all of my things!
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b r a t . ft. hiromi higuruma
warnings ~ 18+ !!! MDNI! pwp, brat tamer higuruma, brat reader, implied age gap, office romance, power imbalance, oral se (m. rec), face fucking, deepthroat, piv, unprotected sex, power play, dom/sub, dom higuruma, lowkey degradation, praise kink, brat taming, hair pulling, rough sex, spit kink, choking, bbbbbbackshots, office sex a/n ~ this request has been sitting in my drafts heeheh. need dada.
in most workplaces, there are rules. rules like, don’t touch confidential files. don’t sit on confidential files.
don’t sit on confidential files while making eye contact with your boss and smiling.
you were not 'most workplaces', and you were definitely not most employees. higuruma learned that early.
unfortunately, he also learned something worse. you were consistent.
case one (of many). or: the incident with the quarterly reports.
his office smells like coffee and printer ink and the faint expensive scent of his cologne lingering in the air conditioning. inside is chaos. specifically you.
you’re sitting directly on top of a stack of confidential paperwork despite the fact higuruma had very clearly told you not to touch anything on his desk. pencil skirt riding up your thighs, glossy lips wrapped around pink gum, one heel dangling lazily from your foot as his ergonomic desk chair creaks beneath your spinning.
“you finished the reports?” he asks without looking up from his laptop.
“mhm.”
a lie. he knows it’s a lie because the reports are currently underneath your ass. the gum snaps loudly between your teeth. higuruma finally lifts his eyes.
you swear something microscopic twitches in his jaw. “move.”
“make me.”
when your words are followed by silence, you only grin wider. higuruma closes his laptop with precise care. “you know,” he says calmly, “most employees try to remain employed.”
“most employees are boring.”
“you submitted a file yesterday named ‘finalfinalFINAL - all caps - 2.’”
“yeah, cause it was my final draft. final 2.”
his stare could cut glass. you blow another bubble, it pops. his eyes flicker briefly to your mouth.
interesting.
very interesting.
“you’re impossible,” he says.
“and yet,” you hum, leaning back against his desk like you own the place, “you keep letting me into your office. you could just fire me, you know.”
higuruma stares into your eyes for a long moment before flicking his attention to some scattered papers across his desk. he pushes his laptop to the side and starts to read over them.
you smile.
case two (of many). or: the elevator incident.
“you did that on purpose.”
the elevator hums softly as it crawls between floors, with just you and higuruma inside after an eleven-hour shift neither of you wanted. you lean lazily against the mirrored wall. “did what?”
“that.”
“what is ‘that’ exactly?”
his gaze drops to your blouse. specifically to the top two buttons you left undone after claiming the office was “too hot to think properly.” you’d bent over his desk twenty minutes later asking for a stapler you definitely did not need.
higuruma presses two fingers briefly against his temple like he’s warding off a migraine. “you’re aware HR policies exist, correct?”
“are you gonna arrest me, counselor?”
“you’re not funny.”
“you looked though.”
his expression hardens instantly. moments later the elevator dings, but…doesn’t open. it’s stalled. for one long second, neither of you move, then you laugh.
“oh my god,” you say delightedly. “this is literally every terrible fanfiction setup ever.”
higuruma exhales sharply through his nose. “you read fanfiction?”
“you don’t?”
“no.”
“liar.”
“i assure you, i have better things to do.”
“mhm.” you step closer just enough to watch his shoulders tense. “so,” you murmur sweetly, “which part upset you more? the fanfiction comment or the fact you looked?”
his eyes lower to yours slowly. “why do you enjoy provoking people?”
“i only like provoking the pretty ones.”
the elevator jolts back to life, doors opening immediately. higuruma walks out first, but not before adjusting his tie with a sharp pull, expression irritated.
case three (the final straw). or: the night everything finally snaps.
it’s past midnight. the office is quiet. just you, fluorescent lights, and higuruma sitting behind his desk trying very hardly not to look at the problem he already knows is there.
you, of course, are the problem.
spinning around in your chair, glancing at the empty excel spreadsheet open on your laptop every few minutes. mostly looking over at your boss and smiling.
“you’re not working,” he says.
“i am working.”
“you’re spinning in an office chair and humming to yourself.”
you blink innocently. “multitasking.”
higuruma pushes his papers to the side. “stand up,” he says.
you tilt your head. “or what?”
that does it, like something in him finally decides it’s done negotiating. he stands, chair rolling back slightly behind him. the room suddenly feels smaller as if the air itself is watching.
“you’ve been doing this for weeks,” he says quietly.
“doing what?”
“testing limits. ignoring instructions. turning my office into your personal playground.”
you smile wider, but it’s starting to wobble at the edges now. “and yet you let me.”
his eyes lock onto yours. “yes,” he says. “i did.”
he says it with patience that you’re realizing has been running out. he steps closer and you don’t move back fast enough. hand catches your wrist mid-motion, not harsh, just final, pulling you up in one controlled tug. your feet hit the ground and you’re right in front of him, too close.
your breath catches, but you try to recover it with attitude anyway. “okay, wow. boss finally grows a spine—”
he kisses you.
it cuts your sentence clean in half, stealing it mid-breath, mid-thought, mid-defense. his hand slides from your wrist to your waist, anchoring you there.
your eyes flutter shut and when you start kissing him, too, he pulls back just enough to speak. “still funny?” he asks quietly.
your lips part. nothing comes out. his hand’s still cupping your jaw when you make the mistake of rolling your eyes.
“still testing me?” he asks softly.
you force a shrug even though your pulse is fluttering wildly. “maybe you’re easy to rile up after all.”
a lie. you know he’s not.
his gaze holds yours for a long moment before he turns you around. the movement is smooth, effortless, and suddenly your palms are against the desk, his chest warm behind you.
your stomach drops.
“higuruma—”
“you should learn,” he says calmly, “when to stop being difficult.”
you can hear the faint rustle of his sleeves as he adjusts his grip on your waist. then a sharp smack lands across your ass.
you gasp. not even from pain, from shock, heat blooming instantly beneath your skin.
“there,” he says quietly behind you. “now you’re listening.”
your fingers curl against the desk edge. “you’re such an asshole.”
another smack, firmer this time, the sound echoing embarrassingly loud through the empty office. “and you,” he replies evenly, “have spent the last month provoking your boss like you wanted consequences.”
you hate how your thighs press together automatically. you hate it even more when he notices, because a how hum leaves him. thoughtful, almost pleased.
“see?” he murmurs near your ear. “pretty little brat.”
you turn your head just enough to glare at him over your shoulder, but it lacks all bite now. your expression is flushed, breathing uneven. ruined already.
higuruma’s hand slides over the sore warmth he’s created, slow and possessive. “that attitude disappears quickly when you’re handled properly.”
another slap. you jerk forward with a sharp inhale. “count,” he says.
your pride flares instantly. “no.”
his fingers tighten at your hip before another smack lands, harder again. you bite back a sound. “count.”
“…three,” you mutter bitterly.
he chuckles softly. “wrong. that was four.”
your face burns. god, you wanted to wipe that calm look off his face. instead you whisper, “i hate you.”
“no, you don’t.”
another slap, though not as hard this time. almost teasing.
“five.”
his hand soothes over the sting afterward, and the contrast makes your head spin. “you know what your problem is?” he asks quietly.
you refuse to answer.
“you want someone to take control,” he continues, voice smooth as velvet, “but you insist on fighting every step of the way.”
his palm rubs gently over the aching heat again. “and the second someone finally puts you in your place…” he leans down close enough that his lips nearly brush your ear. “…you melt.”
your breath shakes.
humiliatingly softly, he says, “good girl.”
your entire body goes still. higuruma notices that too, of course. a quiet laugh leaves him as his hand rests against your hip possessively. “there it is,” he murmurs. “that’s what finally gets you obedient.”
“shut up,” you grumble, but you barely get the words out before his palm lands sharp against your ass again. your forehead drops to the desk and you bite your lower lip, eyes squeezing shut. it’s embarrassing, that you’re aroused from this, but…
“got nothing to say now?” higuruma says, voice low, a rasp against your ear. “thought your smart mouth would run all night long.”
“i got plenty of uses for my smart mouth, sir,” you bite, smirking now, and it deepens when you feel higuruma’s hands tighten at your waist before he turns you around, looking down at you with an unreadable expression.
unreadable except for the faint tensing of his jaw, the way his pupils dilate just a fraction. “what’re you implying?”
“you know what i’m implying,” you respond just as quickly, gaze darting between his eyes and flickering down to his lips.
higuruma goes still. his hand is on your waist, still holding, and your words hang between you both.
“you know what i’m implying,” you say again, softer this time, but no less dangerous. his gaze flicks to your mouth, then back to your eyes. something in his jaw tightens again.
“say it properly,” he says.
your breath catches slightly. “or what?” you challenge, but it doesn’t land the same anymore. your voice wavers slightly at the edges.
higuruma leans in just slightly. “that mouth of yours,” he says quietly, “has been the problem all night.”
your pulse is loud in your ears. “i’m just being honest,” you murmur, though it comes out less confident than before.
his hand shifts at your waist, firm and controlled. “honest,” he repeats, like he’s tasting the word for patience. “show me, then.”
you pause, biting back a smirk. “what’re you implying?”
“you know what i’m implying,” higuruma responds. when you gently move your hands to his belt, he says nothing.
when you drop to your knees, a low sound gets caught in his throat, and he tilts his head up to the ceiling while you work at pulling his slacks down. “is this what you meant?” you whisper, looking up at him through your lashes once you get his pants down his legs, his erection evident and straining against the grey fabric of his boxers.
“yes, it’s what i meant,” higuruma hisses, voice tinged with irritation as you languidly drag a finger across his bulge. slowly, you pull his briefs down, his cock springing free an inch from your excited face, the tip already oozing precum.
the head’s a pretty blush pink, curved up just a notch, the rest of him flushed and hard and craving your attention. you run your finger up the base, punctuating its path with a tap across the slit. higuruma shudders when you lean down, kitten licking all of the precum you can get, holding back a giggle as one of his hands drops to your hair and tightens its grip there.
“get on with it, then,” he mumbles, pushing his hips forward just slightly, and your sly smile deepens. this, naturally, only inclines you further to tease him, your touches feather light and fleeting along his shaft, tongue still tracing little circles along his slit.
“what’s that?” you lilt, voice saccharine sweet, and higuruma scoffs, cheeks pinking when you gently suckle his tip.
“suck my cock properly,” he says, fingers tightening in your hair as he pushes his hips forward slightly, cock gently slapping your cheek.
“i am.” you twist your hand up and up, slowly, tilting your head to the side, fluttering your lashes so innocently up to your boss. “ ‘s not good enough?”
“suck my cock properly,” he says through gritted teeth, “and i’ll consider rewarding you.”
you perk up immediately, the twinkle in your eyes betraying your attempt at casual ease. “reward?”
“if you behave.” higuruma strokes your hair softly, tilting your chin up ever-so-slightly, and his thumb brushes over your bottom lip absentmindedly, parting them. when you open your mouth, he spits - his saliva mixing with yours before you bring his cock back to your lips.
“what’s the reward?” you ask, sticking your tongue out and licking a long stripe up the base, relishing in how higuruma shudders again, jaw twitching.
“i get to cum down your pretty little throat, and you get to swallow it all.” he delivers the line bluntly, as if he were speaking to a client and not his paralegal on her knees for him. the dullness of his tone sends a delightful little thrill down your spine, and as determined as ever, you bring his cock into your mouth - properly - bobbing your head halfway down the shaft until he’s jutting up against the back of your throat. your eyes water as drool dribbles from the corners of your mouth, coating his length as you take him deeper, deeper still, tongue tracing over the pulsing veins.
higuruma grunts, the sound spurring you on, and he starts to guide your head further down his cock, clearly holding on to every figment of self-restraint he’s got left in his body. when he starts to rock his hips with more of a pace, you pull your lips off, resorting back to teasing kitten licks.
“darling,” he says, voice dark. “don’t–”
“i’m being so good, sir,” you say, smiling - a smile that quickly fades off your face when higuruma tugs your hair, pushing you back onto his cock with a sharp grunt.
“properly,” he repeats, strained when you start to suck with more enthusiasm, twisting your hand along the part you can’t reach.or rather, the part you can’t reach yet - higuruma seemed set on having you swallow his whole cock down your throat, until your air was cut off. and that he did, guiding you down and down his length until your nose is hitting the trimmed hair at his base. until you’re gagging, nails digging into his legs, into his chest, and he’s making low, wrecked sounds, thrusting with abandon.
he moans.
a rumble that tears through his throat, brows pinched as he holds your head firmly against him, your nose brushing his stomach. you choke as he cums, hot spurts shooting down your throat in steady pumps until your tongue’s working his slit, lapping up all of his release that you can.
“open,” he says quietly when you pull your lips off him, and you open your mouth to present him with no traces of his cum.
higuruma smirks, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip as he pulls you up off your knees, stroking your cheek reverently. “good girl,” he mutters, dragging his hand down your blouse, prompting you to undo the buttons with haste. he watches you with dark eyes, loosening his own tie further as you finally get to shrug your top open. you shrink under his gaze - hungry as he looks you over. looks you over in that pretty pink satin bra you’re wearing, and how it catches the low light of the office.
“beautiful,” he whispers, lowering his mouth to yours and kissing you deeply, his tongue pushing into your mouth, his hands busy at your waist, kneading all the flesh there. he hums into the kiss, pulling you closer, and your hands claw at his shoulders, steadying yourself because your knees suddenly feel weak and all that confident energy you’d been bubbling earlier has dissipated and –
and higuruma’s got his lips just under your ear now, sucking softly, just hard enough to make you gasp, then he’s bruising little marks down your neck, down the valley of your breasts, and above the swell of each. your hands busy themselves in his hair, pleasure building slow and steady as he continues to attack your skin. before you know it he’s sliding your bra down just enough to free your tits, and his lips are soon there, too, sucking the sensitive skin so hard you could’ve sworn he’s actually trying to eat you.
“keep making those pretty noises, darling,” he murmurs, looking at you with those hooded, lust blown eyes. the sight alone makes your thighs clench together again, the slick between the apex of them unmistakable.
“you feeling needy?” higuruma brings his hand to the hem of your pencil skirt, hiking it up until it’s all bunched up around your waist. he trails a finger to the side of your panties, snapping tugging the fabric and letting it go with a snap.
your stomach flutters when he brings his cock to your panties, sliding it through the slick cotton, the subtle friction making his head drop to your shoulders. his hand grips your waist tighter and he slowwwwly ruts against you, kissing you through every tiny moan that squeaks through your lips.
“you gonna put it in, or is this the most you’re going tonight?” you say breathlessly, grinning cheekily when higuruma grunts. when you feel his his hand move up to cup your face again, forcing it to face him, to look him in the eye.
“stop being a brat.”
higuruma flips you around, bare chest pressed against the cool mahogany wood desk, and he tugs your panties to the side, his cock sliding between your folds teasingly slow.
“oh, i didn’t think you enjoyed it this much,” he taunts, his hand dipping down to smear your slick along his length, bringing his fingers to his lips after. you watch, head turned, as he sucks his fingers coated in your arousal, and how his eyes roll back.
Fuck.
“and you taste sweet,” he says appreciatively, pushing his cock into you just a half inch. the pressure’s got you gripping the desk, pussy already clenching, because he’s big. you knew so having his dick in your mouth, but now, with your boss’s cock slowly pushing into your core, the thought shakes you even harder.
“tight,” he whispers into your ear once he finally bottoms out, marking his sentence with a quiet grunt. “squeezing me so good. like such a good girl.”
“hurry up and fuck me,” you whine, though it lacks all bite. higuruma chuckles, smoothing his hand over your ass before landing it sharply across your skin again, the sting making you moan against the desk.
“didn’t i say to stop being a brat?” he rumbles, brows pinched together with effort. you’re so tight and warm, and it’s taking everything in him not to just…
but no. a brat’s a brat, and you clearly need your lesson.
so, just to push his buttons that much more, you deliberately clench around him harder. you know it’s got an effect because you can feel his cock twitch inside you, feel his hands grab onto your ass harder.
“such a tease,” he manages through gritted teeth. “anyone ever tell you that?”
“men tell me allll the time,” you taunt.
you make the mistake of turning your head back, because higuruma’s got his face tilted towards the ceiling, adam’s apple bobbing, and it’s seconds before he pulls his cock out and ramming it back in. fast.
the pace is so quick, so rough, so deep - it catches you off guard and you moan every time his pelvis meets your ass, back arching up when his hand lands against your ass with every other thrust.
“brat,” he grunts, roping his arm forward and locking it around your neck, forcing your head back as he puts you in a chokehold, the pressure building up. you grab at his forearm, babbling out incoherently, and higuruma seems to enjoy that because he pummels into you faster, his free hand kneading your ass.
he loves your moans. loves hearing you like this, begging him to keep going, asking in that pretty little voice of yours that he ‘don’t stop - please, sir, don’t stop.’ he loves feeling you clench around him, and loves that little whimper you let out between desperate cries when he rolls your nipples between his fingers.
most of all, he loves the look on your face when you whine that you’re going to cum, and he…stops moving. pulls out altogether, and though his cock throbs, embarrassingly close to an orgasm of his own, the way your pretty features scrunch up and tears well, fat and wet, at your waterline, make it allll worth it.
“please,” you beg, and when he sees your hand dip between your legs - perhaps to get you to that orgasm, yourself - he grabs your wrists, pulling them taut behind your back. you sob against the desk, calling him all sorts of colourful names, begging, just begging, that he let you cum.
you say you’ll do anything.
“anything?” higuruma rasps, kissing the back of your neck softly, and placing a few more to your shoulders.“anything,” you confirm brokenly, hands straining under his grip. “please, sir, ‘need it. need it so bad.”
case closed. or: higuruma's got his favourite brat wrapped around his finger.
i feel so normal about this….
— 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓! — ᨳଓ .
⟢ deku
⟢ bakugo
⟢ todoroki
⟢ kiroshima
⟢ denki
⟢ ida
⟢ hawks
at the same damn time.
⟢ aizawa
at the same damn time.
⟢ dabi
⟢ shigiraki
⟢ amajiki
⟢ mirio
⟢ shinso
⟢ duos/multiple
at the same damn time.- hawks x aizawa x you
𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓! — ᨳଓ .
⟢ gojo.
it’s too much. (overstim).
⟢ geto.
⟢ nanami.
⟢ toji.
⟢ timeskip!yuji.
⟢ timeskip!megumi.
⟢ sukuna.
⟢ choso.
⟢ higuruma.
⟢ text posts - all.
she’s busy.
bad date.
drunk texting.
wrong person.
𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐘 - 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍.
description: you prank them with a “she’s busy text.” mdni.
includes gojo, geto, toji, timeskip megumi, timeskip yuji, nanami, higuruma, sukuna, & choso.
𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 - 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍.
description: you text the jjk men for help with your bad date. mdni.
includes gojo, geto, toji, timeskip megumi, timeskip yuji, nanami, higuruma, sukuna, & choso.
𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑.
Description: Leon kennedy is tasked with training the new rookie, but after the two of you almost kiss, he decides to push you away. mdni.
slow burn, re9 leon, descriptions of zombies that some may find disturbing, female anatomy, head, cum play. WC: 3,000 (ish)
Campus slut
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Nerd!Reader Gojo never expected your virgin pussy to feel this insanely good when he pulled your skirt and panties down in one go and threw you on the bed to fuck you instead of paying for your tutoring sessions. The moment he pushed his thick cock inside your tight, dripping heat, his usual cocky smirk vanished as you clenched around him like a vice.
“Fuckuh! You sure this your first time getting fucked?” he groaned, gripping your hips harder while slamming deeper. You whimpered, fingers digging into the mattress , moaning breathlessly. Nodding as your face is still buried in the pillow underneath you. He chuckled darkly, leaning down to bite your ear as he pounded into you relentlessly. “—Haah— maybe my cock is too big for this little cunt, you’re so —fuck!— tight, baby”
TA!Toji What started as a desperate attempt to fuck your way into a better grade had quickly turned into something far more dangerous the second he sat you on his lap, skirt thrown across the room, and buried his massive, veiny dick deep inside your tight pussy as he makes you ride him.
“Tojiahh— hah— you’re too big!” He let out a dark, mocking laugh and grabbed the back of your hair. “Too big? You’re the one who came here begging to get fucked for an A, pathetic. Now take every inch of this cock”. “If you want that grade, you’re gonna have to prove you deserve it”
Frat!Sukuna You never meant for it to go this far, but the second Frat President Sukuna dragged you into his messy bedroom during the house party, your boyfriend was long forgotten. He had you laid underneath him , your soaked panties torn apart as he slammed his thick, pierced cock deep into your tight pussy.
“Fuck! this pussy is gripping me so damn hard,” Sukuna growled against your neck, biting down hard enough to leave marks while he pounded into you with brutal, relentless strokes. You moaned shamelessly, nails digging into the pillows, gasping between broken cries, “Sukuna—nghh—Ohmygod! My b-boyfriend — he’s looking f-for me”. “Him? That pathetic loser can’t fuck this pussy like do. Tell me how much better my cock feels stretching you out, slut. I want everyone downstairs to hear what a dirty little slut you are.”
Olderboyfriend!Geto Your boyfriend Geto was pissed the second he walked into your room and caught you scrolling on your phone instead of studying as promised. Before you could even explain, he had you bent over his strong thigh on the edge of your mini couch. His large hand came down hard on your bare ass with a sharp smack that echoed through the room.
“Sugu—ahh! I said I’m sorry!” you whined, kicking your legs uselessly over his lap. “I’ll study, I promise!” Geto chuckled as he rubbed his palm over your stinging ass. Without warning, he brought his hand down again in a sharp slap, then let his fingers dip between your thighs, brushing teasingly over your soaked panties. “How can I trust you after you’ve lied straight to my face, hmm?” He smirked, pulling his hand back only to land a firm, wet smack directly on your clothed pussy. The sudden sting made you jolt and whine louder. “you’re not getting up until you’ve learned your lesson.”
𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍
description: you got wasted at a party & now you want your ex’s attention. mdni.
including gojo, geto, timeskip megumi, choso, toji, timeskip yuji, sukuna, nanami, & higuruma
𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 - 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍.
description: text au: you accidentally sent them a spicy pic & they don’t mind. mdni.
including gojo, geto, timeskip megumi, choso, toji, timeskip yuji, sukuna, nanami, & higuruma
𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔.
kinktober day 7: breeding blurb with vander
warning: p in v, unprotected sex, female anatomy, dubcon if you squint, pet names. mdni.
Vander was possessive in every sense of the word when it came to you. Out in public? He wants you in his lap. With friends? Your neck will be covered in hickeys.
𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘.
kinktober day 5: voice kink with joel miller.
warning: pet names, female anatomy, age gap. mdni.
𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄.
kinktober day 3: threesome with hawks & aizawa
warning: p in v, unprotected sex, praise, female anatomy. mdni.
The bar pulsed with loud rhythmic music, vibrating the sticky wooden floor with each beat. Laughter tangled together, shoulders knocked into dancing bodies, and Hawk’s & Aizawa stood on the outside of it all— arguing with one another under their breath.
𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄.
kinktober day 2: body marking with vi.
warning: female anatomy, marking, blood, possession. mdni.
Vi never really had much of her own. Nothing she could truly and wholly say was hers and hers only. Being an older sister meant sharing everything: clothes, snacks, her father’s attention.
𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇!
kinktober day 1: overstimulation with gojo.
warning: overstimulation, female anatomy, use of pet names. mdni.
If you know anything about Saturo Gojo, it’s that he is a pleaser. Partly for his own cocky reasons, hoping you’d go brag to all your friends about how you couldn’t walk the next morning, and partly because he loved to watch you tremble.
𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎’𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓!
➳ in which i collab with @wh0recrvx on a kinktober masterlist .ᐟ
mdni.
☽。⋆ 1 - overstimulation! - saturo gojo.
☽。⋆ 2 - body marking! - vi.
☽。⋆ 3 - threesome! - hawks & aizawa.
☽。⋆ 4 - mutual masturbation! - shanks.
☽。⋆ 5 - voice kink! - joel miller.
☽。⋆ 6 - breeding! - vander.
☽。⋆ 7 - exhibitionism! - dabi.
☽。⋆ 8 - handcuffs! - ghost.
☽。⋆ 9 - sensory deprivation! - saturo gojo.
☽。⋆ 10 - corruption! - joel miller.
☽。⋆ 11 - voyeurism! - megumi fushiguro.
☽。⋆ 12 - size difference! - vander.
☽。⋆ 13 - cnc! - ghost.
☽。⋆ 14 - oral fixation! - sanji.
☽。⋆ 15 - squirting! - sevika.
☽。⋆ 16 - free use! - toji fushiguro.
☽。⋆ 17 - somnophilia! - joel miller.
☽。⋆ 18 - thigh riding! - kento nanami.
☽。⋆ 19 - intoxication! - vander.
☽。⋆ 20 - dacryphilia! - toji fushiguro.
☽。⋆ 21 - hate sex! - dabi.
☽。⋆ 22 - orgasm denial! - aizawa.
☽。⋆ 23 - praise! - kento nanami.
☽。⋆ 24 - degradation! - toji fushiguro.
☽。⋆ 25 - age gap! - joel miller.
☽。⋆ 26 - cockwarming! - zoro.
☽。⋆ 27 - punishment! - vander & silco.
☽。⋆ 28 - mirror sex! - hawks.
☽。⋆ 29 - kidnapping! - dabi.
☽。⋆ 30 - secrecy! - dbf!joel miller.
☽。⋆ 31 - power imbalance! - professor!nanami.
rage and tenderness existing simultaneously in the same body