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?”
✸ day 5 - thigh riding drunk sex w/ sebastian michaelis.
✸ summary - your desperate need to go out for a night with the girls turns into Sebastian's need to bring you right back home.
✸ pairing - husband!sebastian x fem!reader
✸ warnings - praise, unprotected sex, explicit language, aftercare, fingering. minors dni.
✸ a/n ; so excited to be finally participating in my first kinktober. please please lmk what you think. comments and reblogs are always appreciated!
kinktober masterlist coming soon.
it was a girl’s night. one that you desperately needed. being a wife to Sebastian was more than amazing. even when he worked so hard, he made sure you were fed, that you were well kept, maintenance appointments continuously booked and never short of love or affection.
but when you’re cursed with being human, you run across the pitfalls of monotony. you wanted to go out with your friends, but the schedules either always clashed or just never happened.
tonight, finally, after multiple scheduling of babysitters, off your husband’s dime of course, you and your friends were able to go out and enjoy yourselves.
he watched you get dressed at the foot of the bed.
‘don’t reserve yourself for me, i know who my wife is.’ he teased, his hands snaking up and down your arms.
you threw on that little black mini dress. the one that accentuated your curves, plummeted past your belly button and clung to your hips like rice on paper. all held together by a quaint heart charm between your breasts.
when sebastian latched your favorite necklace together, his eyes fixed on your reflection a little longer than he would like to admit.
you smiled as you applied the finishing touches of your blush on your cheeks. juvia’s place. he bought every single warm toned blush they offered so you would never get bored. tonight it was a mixture of the shades lilly love & dahlia.
he hugged your hips before you reached for your newly purchased plumping gloss. your lips were already perfect, plump, pouty and full. the extra touch was just for fun. he had to suppress his initial instinct to throw you on the bed and take you. your panties were practically nothing anyway, it would be an easy snap in two without any wasted effort.
but, instead, he kissed you on the back of your head, reached in his back pocket for his phone and plopped onto the edge of the bed.
“what do you think?” you turned around to face him, striking a pose here and there.
he looked up from his phone, the bright light bouncing off his deep red eyes. his smile spread wide, eyes glinting an unspoken emotion that was all too familiar to your flesh. your stomach twisted and your cheeks grew hot; Sebastian wanted you. he wanted to strip you bare and ravage you whole, but he knew how badly you wanted this girl’s night.
“amazing as usual, my love.” his polished fingers clicked rapidly across the screen. there was an animated sound shortly before he locked his phone once more.
he stood to his feet before loosening his tie, rolling his neck in slow circles.
“i transferred some money to your account. i don’t mind coming to get you but if you do choose to Uber, the money is there.” and with that, he exited the bedroom to run his shower.
as the steam seeped out of the bedroom, you checked your phone, eyes nearly bugging out of the socket at the amount he sent you.
“h-honey!” you stammered. “Its only drinks at the lounge with the girls! did you really have to send one-thousand dollars?”
he walked out wit a towel lazily wrapped around his waist. His eyebrow raised in concern.
“Did you need more?” your peep was nearly inaudible. your eyes wandered down his chiseled abs to that meticulous happy trail. His smooth, muscular figure only merely covered by the-
Sebastian’s hand waved around his waist, catching your attention. He brought it up to his face with a smile. Winking subtly at you, the steam subtly enveloping his body, crimson eyes perched through the tabacco scented smog, making your body nearly twinge in a type of desire.
Nope. I need to get out of here. He knew what he was doing. If you stayed even a second longer, you would be face first in the pillows, completely devoid of your existing plans.
He noticed the frantic pacing in your steps, the hitch in your breath. So casually, he walked up to you, wrapped his arm around your waist and took a deep inhale of your Delina La Rosee perfume, smiling to himself as the ticklish notes of pear and musk took his mind back to a place of carnal pleasure shared between you two on your honeymoon.
“Sebastian,” you squirmed, not of discomfort, but of Heat. You were waking up inside, and your pregame shot was already kicking in.
“I- My-” Prrring! Saved by the Fucking bell. Your Lyft was outside.
“Ah!” a quick gasp of relief. You pecked him on the cheek before you walked towards the front door, your hand lingering in his for a little longer before finally letting go.
“I won’t be home too late!” you shouted, shutting the door behind him.
Eagerly, you climbed into your private Lyft. You heard the front door open again. Your husband was standing in the doorway, his towel never adjusted, still hanging low off his hips. He leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms with a smile. You looked out the window, watching his devilish smile spread from ear to ear. You knew what was on his mind.
It was on yours too. But a promise is a promise.
“A promise is a promise. heart emoji” you mouthed the words out as you texted Sebastian.
“A promise is a promise.” you repeated to yourself.
Your friends had your location, so it was no way you could excuse the traffic or anything of the sort considering that it was due to Sebastian this night was able to happen. Can't ditch it now.
A promise is a promise.
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Peach margarita after peach margarita after peach margarita. You must have been on your… 5th? Maybe 6th. The bass of the music overcame your body. You swayed back and forth, touching yourself across the dancefloor. Your girlfriends were cheering you on, catching their own energy to fade into as the night went on. You felt so loose, so free, so…. Needy.
As you moved your body, stuck in the loop of your own liquor-induced confidence, your mind automatically shot to your husband. That fucking charmer. He knew all eyes would be on you tonight. And it was. From the bouncer, to the bartender, to the random men who would eagerly approach you before noticing the Huge rock on your finger.
The ring practically Screamed ‘too expensive for you.’. Sebastian would joke that it would be a man-repellent and he was right. Not only would men see it and tell you were married, they would see it and know that you were well taken care of. But Man did you need a little extra hand right now.
“Sbzatian-” you quickly made your way into the restroom, eagerly greeting the concierge with a twenty dollar bill. You stashed as many sticks of gum, mints, and mini bottle Waters you could in your hands before charging into the bathroom stall. You pushed the door open with your hip, carefully locked the stall door with the tip of your pinky, and plopped into the seat.
“Ugh, I need to call my hasband~” you cooed to yourself. You chugged the mini bottle in seconds, dropping your head low. The room was spinning while you were sitting still. The need to vomit and fuck mixed into one convuluted feeling even you didn't understand.
But you knew one thing-
“Hey Siri.” you slurred.
“Mhm?” she perked up, happy as ever to do what you ask of her. Within range, of course.
“Call Sebastian.” you whined. You missed your husband more than ever. You needed to hear his voice over the techno beats.
“Got it. Calling Sebastian.”
The phone only rang for half a second before his chiseled voice rang out from the phone.
“Y/N.” you weren't sure why, but the second he said your name you curled like a small kitten, purring at the sound of his voice.
“Hunnie-” you whined, giggling into the phone. The margaritas were piling one by one as the time went on. You could feel his smile through the phone the more you talked. The girls outside were growing impatient but you didn't care. You wanted your husband.
“Yes, sunshine.” he chuckled into the phone. He himself was lazily resting on the couch, arm proppped up to rest his head up. He had the car keys ready at the whim just in case you called. And it sounded like you were just about ready to come home.
“Don't be mad at me.” you popped a mint in your mouth, suckling on the sucrose sensation till the jjuices practically drained dry and all that was left was a soft granule in your mouth.
“I could never be mad. Are you having fun?”
“So much.” you giggled. “But you know what else would be fun?”
“I’m listening.”
“If you were here, with me, letting me sit on top of you.” Sebastian’s breath skipped but you didn't catch on. You were generally so shy, and so reserved. You never really expressed your wants so outwardly in a public space, but he knew once you were comfortable, in your element, feeling your second personality to the fullest, that you were an open mouth and an open book.
“Oh?” he tried to play it cool, grabbing the keys before pulling his jacket on his arms. “Is that really what you want?” His eyes flickered under the embers of the fireplace in your living room.
“More than anything, honey. Matter of fact, come now. Come Right now.”
His eyes flashed purple then. His warm expression curled into something more sinister. More devilish than before. He gripped the keys in his hand, a black tuft of smoke encircling him in seconds.
Without a notice, the call disconnected.
“Hello? Hello?” your face showed blatant disappointment. You couldn't sit in the stall any further. You could hear the girls saying obscenities underneath their breath as you made your day out of the bathroom. You instantly looked for your friends. They were all missing in action!
“What the fuck?” you mouthed to yourself. Gathering yourself as best as you could, you fished in your phone to pull up the Lyft. As you shuffled through the crowds, your face down in the ohine, you bumped into sturdy torso.
“Oof!” you staggered back. You planted your feet on the floor as best as you could without falling completely off your feet. You were in heels afterall and nobody was going to stop doing what they were doing to help you off the floor.
“I’m so-! Sebastian???” You Had to be drunk. You just had to be. He looked down at you with a curious expression. Neither upset or disappointed, just observant. His eyes wandered from your face, flushed and slightly sweaty, to your body, which was now doused in some kind of body glitter?
“Honey, what are you doing here?”
Your lips were glossed, eyes doe-eyed and innocent, but your Scent was what caught his eye.
He didn't want to waste anymore time. He took your hand and pivoted to push through the crowd. His car was still running in the driveway of the lounge. With a simple $100 tip and a nod of his head to the valet, you and him were on the way home. He was already pissed you were by yourself in that place, but he would pick that conversation up another day. Right now, he had other— issues— to address.
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“you're so wet, my love” he could feel the heat permeate from your sex. Your luscious thighs wrapped around his sturdy leg. You used your shoulders as an anchor. Head tossed back, mouth slightly agape, body shivering from the friction.
“is this what you wanted to try? Why did you keep this a secret from me?” he stroked the small of your back before getting a firm grip of your ass.
He bit his lip, holding himself back. He wanted you to have this. He wanted you to feel every nerve ending on your clit stand on edge. He wanted you to Enjoy yourself.
“You’re so-” he kissed the space between your breasts. Nipples barely poking through the hems of your dress as you bounced up and down. “So beautiful.”
“my beautiful wife. Being so dirty just for me. How long have you been wanting to do this?”
You leaned forward, circling your hips around and around. Purposely bouncing up and down to mitigate the friction between your clit and his thigh. Your dress was barely holding on. You got frustrated with the fabric and just decided to slide the entire thing off.
You were so in your head, moving off your drunken agenda that you didn't give a fuck what Sebastian was talking about.
“Sebastian, you feel so good.” you moaned, bouncing up and down on the middle of his leg, grinding your hips back and forward near the edge of his knee. You left a viscous streak on his leg, your slick squeezing together and separating each motion up and down.
Your nipples hardened, causing Sebastian to salivate. Your beautiful, slutty body in full display for him to see. He pried open his mouth, fangs in full face, and latched onto one of your nipples. He circled his tongue around and around, suckling at the bud, drool coming down his mouth. As you pulled and playfully nipped, he squeezed on your ass, rubbing each cheek in circles.
“Mmh— Sebastian— don’t do—-” he chuckled at your whimpers. You said no but the clench of your pussy said something far different. His hand wandered further down, moving towards the lips of your honey. With two fingers, he filled you up with Ease. You pulled him in, begging to be filled. You were warm, you were wet, you were inaudibly begging to be pummeled.
Sebastian’s jaw clenched at the feeling of your tight pussy. You two fucked this morning, granted it was a quick ‘before work’ fuck, but even then you were usually so moist. So delectable. He pumped his fingers in and out, balancing his fingers on both of your cheeks as he prodded deeper and deeper. Sloshes of your wetness coated the length of his fingers, trickling down to his wrists and spilling onto his thighs.
“Nnh— Sebastian— put it in me~ I can't take it—!”
His dick got so hard hearing your buttery voice. He furrowed his brows, focusing on your orgasm before anything. He kept you in position, his free arm wrapping around your hips to keep you still and upright. His long, slender fingers pounded inside of you. The slick of your pussy intensifying in pitch and viscosity.
You didn't like to see his demon form, but he would let it out when you weren't paying attention.
And now was one of those times.
His wrists moved at a rapid pace, making you arch your back at the reverberations happening inside of you. You couldn't even ride his lap anymore. Your voice escalated in pitch, drool sliding down the corner of your mouth as your husband ravaged what was rightfully his. His eyes flickered purple, the smile on his face spreading devilishly.
“Ahnnnn! Sebastia-a-annnnnn!” Your hips buckled, body breaking out into a cold sweat. The heat between you two causing a fog on the wardrobe mirror. You squeezed his muscular shoulders, kneading your fingers into his flesh as your body contorted after each wave of pleasure.
“That’s right. There's my beautiful wife. Look at you coming all over my hand.”
He wanted more of you. He wanted to dig deeper. He wanted to Drain you.
“Do you want more? Do you want to feel my dick inside of you?”
You nodded, whimpering in his shoulder. The room was still spinning, but your pussy still throbbed for him. Your body still burned for his touch.
“Tell me, sunshine. Tell me what you want.” He retracted his fingers, suckling on his finger with merriment. He saved two for you, nudging your head up to show you just how eager you were. He stretched and retracted his fingers, your wetness creating cobweb-like designs in between his digits.
With low, yearning eyes, you opened your mouth on instinct, letting his fingers dance around in your mouth. He swirled his finger around and around, pressing against your tongue, coating your gums with your taste.
“Mmm, I want you inside of me honey. Don't tease me~” you laid sloppy kisses on his neck, smiling cheerfully at this wonderful man. The margaritas surged through you, making everything seem wonderful, your orgasms more intense, and your already overgrowing love for your husband permeate 30-fold.
“Put it in me~ Use my p- ussy please~” He didn't need much convincing. He pulled your panties to the side, unsheathed his dick from his pants, letting it slap against the entirety of your cunt before gliding it in. He Hissed at your warmth, sucking his teeth at the vice grip you ensnared around him.
You started to ride, but he stopped you. Not in this fucking chair. A pussy this wet deserved to be savored in the bedroom. He adjusted you by wrapping your legs around his waist, carrying you to the bedroom, each step emphasizing the throb of his veiny dick inside of your begging pussy.
As he laid you down, he watched you. Your beautiful tits spilling out of your dress, your bashful expression begging him, saying ‘fuck me, please’ in the loudest silence he's ever heard.
You arch your back, pressing your breasts against his chest with a loving coo. He can't fucking wait. He begins to slam into you, making you cry out.
“you're so perfect. You let me fuck you however you want and you— mmh, you take fucking all of it. Why do you do that?”
You looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly open, dazed. “Like— mmh! What- honey?”
“make me fall in love with you like its the first time? You— mmh— you make me feel like it was made just for me.” his voice drops, deeper now, more alluring.
He lowers himself to your ear, his fangs bared in a smile. “Don't ever give my pussy to anyone, you hear me?” his thrusts pick up, his hands squeezing your hips as he pumped in and out.
At first, he watched himself go in and out, admiring the viscous ring around his dick as he kept ramming into you. You took it so well. You opened yourself up more and more for him, adjusting to him, Welcoming him.
Your sloppy pussy squelches at his thrusts, splattering your nectar down your thighs and onto the sheets. You opened your mouth, wanting to speak, but instead your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your tits bounced at a rapid pace as you arched into him.
“You like that, my love? You like it when I fuck you like this?” his dark hair dropped in front of his face, his usually perfect bangs scattered across his face, clinging to the sides of his cheek in a sweat. You whine, squirming, but never protesting.
“Y-yes!! Oh— God yes sebast—” you couldn't do it. You couldn't even finish your words. Waves of pleasure washed over you like waves during a monsoon. Sebastian pants, dropping himself down so that his mouth is merely inches away from yours. He pants onto your lips, kissing your damp cheeks.
“Fuck! This is amazing. You're so beautiful when you're like this. Taking all of— fuck—- all of me. This is mine. I don't give a shit if everyone looks at you. This— is— mine—-” he snarls, crashing his hips into you. The space between you being mere centimeters.
“Agh!! All yours, Sebastian— all— y-yours!!”
“Come for me, Y/N. Fucking— nngh—- Come!”
It washed over you in rapid riptides. Your body thrashed, animalistic sounds coming from your mouth. A fluid visual of your pleasure seeped out of your pussy and onto Sebastian’s legs. He held your legs up, smiling at his work of art.
“Sss, that’s beautiful baby. Look at the mess we made.” he pulls out of you slowly, making you squirm at the shockwaves still surging through your damp flesh. He lowered his head to you, kissing your cheek with a smile. You struggled to catch your breath, but Sebastian kept you tethered, stroking your thighs and planting soft kisses between your lips and your chin.
“Maybe I should start making margaritas at home, huh?” the both of you shared in a soft laughter before he hoisted you up bridal style to rest in the second master bedroom for the evening.
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
part of kinktober 2025
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.
10/01 FIRST DAY OF KINKTOBER 2025! - MICHAEL MYERS
First day of kinktober! So excited! SEE PINNED POST FOR ALL FICS!
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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!!!
