Some things to keep in mind: All characters and reader are at least 18. These are minimally proofread. I am still writing so the lineup is subject to change (hopefully new additions).
The Lineup (Subject to Change):
Yuuji Itadori - Kitten Play ~0.4k
Vampire! Yandere! Suguru Geto - Part 1, Part 2 ~1.7k
No because what the actual fuck was that decision?
You mean to tell me monthsâif not YEARSâof development.
âŚand your solution was to throw the ENTIRE SIXTH LOVE INTEREST into the trash?
ARE YOU SERIOUS?
I'm not saying people shouldn't have been angry about the 731 reference. They absolutely had every right to be. Unit 731 is one of the darkest chapters in history and if that reference was made carelessly, then yes, people deserved an apology and an explanation.
But explain to me how Valko became the sacrificial lamb here.
Who exactly does this help?
The people who were hurt by the reference? They still deserve accountability.
The people who were excited for Valko? Congratulations, you just told them to go fuck themselves.
The developers who spent who knows how long creating an entirely new LI? Their work gets deleted overnight.
So what was the goal here?
Because this doesn't feel like taking responsibility. It feels like corporate damage control.
Fix the story.
Rewrite the chapter.
Delete the offending reference.
Delay the release.
Fire whoever thought using 731 and 611 was acceptable if you have to.
But deleting an ENTIRE CHARACTER because of a mistake in ONE PART OF THE GAME is such an absurd overreaction that I genuinely can't wrap my head around it.
I'm just so unbelievably disappointed. because Infold's response was somehow even worse than the original mistake.
We lost a character.
The developers lost their work.
The fandom lost something people had been excited about.
What an absolute fucking waste.
So I just saw a post by a random personal blog that said âdonât follow me if we never even had a conversation beforeâ and?????? Not to be rude but literally what the fuck??????????
Iâve had people (non-pornbots) try to strike conversation out of nowhere in my DMs recently, and now Iâm wondering if they were doing that because they wanted to follow me and thought they needed to interact first. I feel compelled to say, just in case, that itâs totally okay to follow this blog (or my side blog, for that matter) even if weâve never talked before.
Also, Iâm legit confused. Is this how follow culture works right now? It was worded like itâs common sense but is that really a thing?
Saw a sharp increase in my follower count after posting this. The legitimacy of it is driving me nuts so I also feel the need to say that you can follow anyone on here regardless of whether youâve interacted with them or not. People like the above mentioned blog are exceptions. Perhaps they themselves think they arenât and therefore will act like they arenât, but they are, trust me.
Just follow anyone you wanna follow. The worst thing that can happen is maybe getting soft-blocked by the other person, but if they do soft-block you, then they were never that worth following in the first place.
the literacy crisis is real because wtf do you mean you wonât read first person POV narratives because you âwouldnât say/act like thatâ??? First person is to allow you to be inside the MCâs head, not to provide a forum for your self-insertion??
quarterly reminder that if i reblog something ai-generated it is 110% and always an accident and for the love of god please tell me so i can delete it from my blog
It didnât matter the temperature outside. What mattered was the dark clouds rolling in.
It didnât matter if it rained. What mattered was the mood being set.
Splatters of blue peeking out from mottled gray.
The thermostat set to 70. Chilled from being indoors all day. Longing out the window for fall leaves and pumpkin patches and cozy days wearing plaid.
The weight of your sweater a comfort against your skin. A feeling of false protection from the sweltering heat outside. The scent of mulling spices wafting from the candle ablaze in the next room over. Thin blanket warming your legs beneath its fluff.
Longing for cuddles.
Longing for cooler weather.
Longing for holiday bliss. And spiced scents. And pumpkins. And ghouls. Then snow and ornaments.
Slowing down life as it speeds by. Enjoying the scents. Enjoying the textures. The anticipation.
The electricity in the air of a thunderstorm on the horizon.
A gentle caress of fingertips on shoulders. Shuffling hair to the side as lips find exposed skin.
A warm strength wrapped around your waist. Pulling you back into a sturdy body. Cocooning you in the sweetness of the moment.
Closed eyelids and slowed breaths. Swaying bodies to the tune of your heartbeat. Anticipation of lips on lips as bodies collide in tender moments. Nothing forced. Nothing expected. Just simple notions of existing together.
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Not proofread. Random 10 minute exercise to get my brain going. Prompt from the previous post I reblogged. Trying to get back into more creative writing while the inspiration comes back.
Thanks if you stuck around and like this random blob from my brain.
âŚExhibitionist but Possessive Gojo who compromises by filming you
âŚExhibitionist! Gojo previously dragged Geto into his one-night-stands on many an occasion
âŚPossessive! Gojo refuses to share you with anyone. Heâd be fucking damned if anyone saw you naked.Â
âŚExhibitionist! Possessive! Gojo first hides a camera. Just testing out if this will quench his urge â you were utterly clueless as to why this time he was so much⌠better?
âŚExhibitionist! Possessive! Gojo treads carefully to broach the subject with you. Terrified of scaring you away.Â
âŚExhibitionist! Possessive! Gojo grows bolder once you approve. Taking out his phone during sex to record you.Â
âŚExhibitionist! Possessive! Gojo keeps a hidden folder on his phone of all the photos and videos he's taken of the two of you.Â
Heâs standing off the bed, which is perfectly at his crotch height for this reason. Youâre laying down. Heâs railing you. Tits bouncing as he watches his length disappear and reappear from within you. Reaching over to get his phone from his nightstand. Once he flicks on the camera, you get embarrassed. Knowing he never shows anyone, but still getting camera shy. Face flushing even darker as you try to hide your face behind your arms. He loves it. He loves to see you like this. Embarrassed and shy as if he hasnât railed you like this a thousand times over. No one gets to see his darling in her most vulnerable state other than him. But he likes you flustered. It reminds him of your early days together. When you werenât yet fully comfortable in front of him. Nervous and fidgety. Yet beautiful all the same. Pulling on your arm gently,
âAh- ah- you know the rules sweetheart, no hiding.â
Premise: Your husband has always wanted to prank you, and he finally figured out how he wanted to do it.
W/C: 2,460
A/N: I wanted to have this posted before my vacation but I didnât like where it was at. Itâs been in my drafts for like 5 weeks now so here it is đ I combined a few ideas into one for this one. I'm just always weak for Gojo⌠also happy birthday to this bby grl đ¤đ
Warnings/contains: Aphrodisiac usage (used on reader without their knowledge), vaginal penetration (unprotected), overstimulation, cream pie, riding/cowgirl, Gojo being a tease
You walked in the front door sighing, exhausted but glad to finally be home. Throwing your keys and purse on the entry table as you kicked off your shoes. Wandering further into your shared home, you finally registered the delicious smell emanating from the kitchen. You made your way over to the entrance of the kitchen and took in the sight before you.
Your husband, Satoru Gojo, standing at the stove stirring something. The sleeves of his black button up shirt rolled up to expose his forearms. The hem tucked into his black pants that hugged his ass just perfectly. The all black attire matching the blindfold adorning his face. He knew you loved that outfit on him, which automatically made you suspicious.
âWhatâs this? I thought you had to work late tonight?â
He turned and smiled in your direction, âYouâre right on time sweetheart. I actually got out early today. My meeting with the higher-ups got postponed.â He quickly strode across the kitchen in a few steps until he was in front of you. Stirring spoon still in hand, he bent down to kiss your forehead. âGo sit at the table. Iâll serve dinner in a few minutes.â
âTo what do I owe this honor? I didnât miss an anniversary, did I?â You chuckled lightly. Between the two of you, Satoru actually had the better memory.Â
âNothing of the sort, Iâm not allowed to treat my wife?â âI never said anything like thatâŚ.â He faked being offended, so you matched the teasing lilt in his voice. Always a comfortable rapport between you two. âPlease go wait at the table. Iâll be there shortly.â You held your hands up, feigning innocence as you backed out of the doorway.Â
It had seemed that whatever Satoru prepared was essentially ready. He was taking something out of the oven and giving the pot on the stove one last stir. You walked into the dining room to see it already set. Silverware ready. Candles lit with a few roses. A bottle of red wine and glasses sitting front and center. Seriously, were you forgetting something?
You got to opening the bottle of red wine. A soft but prominent pop echoing in the room as you release the cork from its confines. The quiet flow of the red liquid into the glasses as you poured, almost spilling on the first attempt. You swirled the drink around and brought it to your nose, giving it a deep inhale. Now what is he making that pairs well with this?Â
As you brought the edge of the glass to your lips, Satoru walked into the room with two plates. You let the bitter wine sit on your tongue for a moment before swallowing.
âBreaking out the good vintage?â
âAlways the best for my one and only.â
You lightly rolled your eyes at how overly sweet he was acting. Satoru placed the filled plates on the table and pulled out your chair. Ushering you to sit and helping you scoot closer. You admired the plate in front of you. At its core it looked like pasta and garlic bread, but something about it seemed⌠extra?
âLooks good, so what is it?â âI tried that recipe youâve been talking aboutâ âOh! The avocado pesto?â âDing ding! I added some extra garlic, mushrooms and other herbs since the base recipe was fairly simple.â
You chatted away about your respective days while enjoying the meal prepared by your husband. The bottle of wine finished and the plates long empty when he finally stood up. He lifted your hand and placed a tender kiss on it, âWait here.â You immediately felt the heat in your cheeks. Was that a response to his voice or were you just feeling the alcohol? Satoru took your dinner plates and vanished back into the kitchen. In his absence you suddenly became aware of the heat all throughout your body. Were you overheating? You didn't think it was hot inside when you got home. It sounded like the fridge door opened and closed after the plates were placed in the sink. He reappeared with a platter of chocolate covered strawberries.
âSatoruâŚâ You were nearly speechless, âSeriously, I thought our anniversary was next month? What am I missing?â âNothing. Nothing at all,â but the smirk on his face seemed to tell otherwise. Your eyes narrowed, âWhat did you break?â âNothing, sweetie, I swear.â
He sat the platter on the table and pulled his chair around to sit closer to you. Picking one up by the stem in his long fingers. You couldnât help but admire how long and narrow they were, accentuated by veins. You trailed them from the back of his hand, up his forearm until they disappeared under his sleeve. Abruptly aware of the throb between your legs. Your vision continues following his figure until you meet his gaze, knowing he was staring at you intently though his blindfold. He brings the strawberry up to your mouth. You lick your lips, slowly, seductively, looking down at the strawberry presented before you. Then delicately placing your lips around the tip. Bringing your eyes back up to meet his blindfold once the strawberry is safe in your mouth. You slowly bite down. Savoring the taste of the dessert on your tongue.
âMmmmm,â you let out the noise of satisfaction. The noise leaves you unrestrained, shocking you but hiding your reaction. Satoru brings the rest of the strawberry up to his own mouth to finish it off. Placing the stem back on the platter, you follow his hand with your eyes. Studying every movement and bend of his fingers. Thinking how good they would feel between your folds... You lightly shake your head, hoping Satoru doesn't notice.Â
You pick up another strawberry and reciprocate the action by offering it to him. He playfully bites it too fast, causing the chocolate to break and fall. You both laugh at the action. His smile causing a deeper ache in your core. You lick your lips staring at the chocolate stuck on the corner of his mouth. You cautiously tuck your fingers under his chin, bringing your thumb to the corner of his mouth. Wiping away the chocolate and lingering across his bottom lip. Tugging it down slightly. His lips have always been so pretty. You want to lunge forward and capture them in a kiss. Before he can lick the chocolate off your finger you're pulling your hand away. Sticking out the tip of your tongue and licking the chocolate off your thumb. Then taking it into your mouth and sucking, just for good measure. Pulling it out with a small pop as the suction you created releases.Â
You can't help it anymore. The pulse at your core aggressively impossible to ignore now. You stand up, and Satoru presses his chair away from the table. Placing yourself in front of him, your fingers gingerly tug his blindfold up and off his head. He trusts you, he allows you to without hesitation. Knowing you love seeing his face in its entirety. Setting it on the table next to the platter of soon-to-be-forgotten strawberries. All while gazing into his eyes. You know why he hides them, but you can't get enough of them.Â
You side step to straddle him, his hands coming up to wrap around your waist. The noise of your pencil skirt tearing as you open your legs around him to drop your weight into his lap. âSomeone is eager,â Satoruâs own voice laced with lust no matter how hard he tries to hide it. âPlease SatoruâŚâ It's barely above a whisper as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself closer. You're already so wet and you haven't even done anything yet, core throbbing with desire.Â
Lips finally crashing into his. It's frantic, and hot, and you can't get enough. Pulling yourself closer to him and grinding yourself against his crotch. Gently biting his lip to gain access, he gives it to you. Slowly feeling his member grow against your core as tongues dance across each other. Satoru pulls away from your kiss, you're already panting for more air, âShall we move to the bedroom?â All you can do is nod in agreement.Â
Satoru wraps his hands under your thighs and stands up with ease, carrying you to the bed. Dropping you to the bed, he tears your skirt off. Your core clenching at the action, âSatoru!â âWe can replace it, it was already ruined anywayâŚâ his voice slowly trails off. Studying how you've already soaked through your panties. âMy, my⌠so wet already?â Your face blushes and you squeeze your legs together.Â
He leans over you, one hand coming to rest near your head. âNo need for foreplay then,â voice low, almost a groan against your lips. You can't tell if he means it to be a question or not, but you whine in response. His other hand comes up to undo the buttons of your blouse. Breathing heavy at the warmth of his hand against your chest; the closeness of his face as he refuses to kiss you. He quickly gets you fully undressed, staring at your naked form. Heat rising to your cheeks and chest. Youâve done this countless times before, but something feels more intense this time.Â
Satoru quickly disrobes himself while admiring your body. You're breathing heavy, trying to gain some sort of composure over yourself. Watching how the muscles under his skin flex and move as he shifts his body around. Finally freeing his cock has you salivating.
He lifts your legs around his waist as he approaches the edge of the bed. Smirking down at you he teases you slowly. Rubbing his tip between your folds. âFuck.. SatoruâŚâ your head already falling back in pleasure. Pushing just his tip in to stretch your opening. Only to pull it out immediately, and rub it through your folds again. You whined at the action as his tip pressed against your clit. âPlease SatoruâŚ.â âMy, my⌠needy today, arenât we?â You were already panting for air. Needing any kind of relief.
Satoru continued this action. Repeatedly. Only inserting his tip. Just to watch your opening stretch around him. Just to tease you. Just the tip, in and out, in and out. Watching how your entrance expanded to welcome his tip. And gently grip, refusing to let it leave. Until you were begging for more, whining and moaning at every motion. Until he full force bottomed out against you, âFuck!â You let out in unison. The pressure against your cervix almost too much, your hips flush against each other. You couldnât help but scream out at the pleasure as you felt him hitting your cervix.
Satoru grinding against you, you couldnât help the noises that escaped you. He slowly pulls himself out, and back to teasing you with his tip. Youâre pulling the sheets taught beneath you. Satoru loves to watch you squirm. Moans and pants leaving your lips as your chest heaves for air.
âYouâre taking me so well,â he coos. He did the same thing, full force bottoming out again. The loud wet slap of skin on skin echoing in your bedroom. Grinding his hips against yours so that his tip continually brushes against your cervix. The feeling of being full, forcing an immense pleasure to bloom in your gut.
Satoru slowly started to rock his hips back-and-forth. This time not teasing you, letting you get what you want. But it was still teasing because he wasnât going fast enough to please you. âSa-satoru~ p-pleaseâŚâ you couldnât help but moan his name. He slowly started to pick up the pace. His tip continually hitting that perfect spot all the way inside you.
The pleasure slowly growing. It was unusual for you to cum from only internal stimulation, but the way he felt inside you was just so perfect. You felt it building. You couldnât help it, but he brought you close to the edge just from his dick alone. The squelching between your bodies was lewd, but it gave you a good indication that you were so fucking wet. Most of it soaked through your panties before you even made it this far. By the sound alone you were surprised you hadnât cum yet. He placed his fingers against your clit. The first contact sends a shiver down your spine. His finger not yet warmed up to your body temperature. He started assaulting your clit, rubbing it in circles until you cant handle it anymore.
âFuck!! Ah~ Sa-Sato-â you canât finish his name before moans take over as you cum all over his cock. He can last as long as he want to, when he wants to. Which can be a blessing and a curse.. Right now? Heâs using it against you.
He doesnât let up. Continually rubbing your clit and thrusting into you. Youâre left a whimpering moaning mess. Before you realize it heâs flipped you over so that youâre straddling him. âC'mon darling, I know you have one more in you.â Youâre moaning in protest. The pleasure almost painful.
âGet us there together,â heâs pinching your clit between his index and middle fingers. Pressing hard against your body. Rubbing back and forth. Youâre seeing stars and canât think straight. Before you know it youâre grinding down on him. Hard. His dick pressed all the way in you. Overstimulated walls on the verge of pain as his tip rubs your cervix. Over and over. Your pelvic bones crushing his fingers between you. He continues pinching your sensitive ball of nerves.
Hips moving on autopilot. Chasing another high before you realize it. âAtta girlâŚâ youâre a whimpering moaning mess. Not even fully coherent of your actions. Your breath hitches in your lungs as you finish once again. âAh ah⌠you gotta get me there with you love,â his words barely registering. The squelch of the white ring at his base echoing as you begin to bounce again.
âPleaseâŚ.â You donât even know what you're asking for but itâs the only words leaving your mouth. His hand comes up to cup your cheek. âYouâre just so pretty when youâre a mess for me.â
His moans become uncontrollable. A good indication that heâs finally close. The pain is almost too much as you continue to bounce on his giant cock. âFucckkkâŚ.â He moans out as he finishes inside you. The feeling of his warm release easing your oversensitive walls. You fall against his chest as you both regain your breathing. After a few moments, he speaks up:
âThat was amazing, I donât know if I need to apologize.â
I didnât realize my blog is still set up for Kinktober đ
Hi, yes Iâm still alive. Work has been a shit show and probably will be for the next month or two while I work things out with management (yay adult shit đ)
Iâm really sad that I have nothing to post for Satorus birthday⌠but I at least wanted to pop in and check in on people for a little bit.
I hope everyone is doing well and taking care of themselves this holiday season, no matter what that looks like for you. â¤ď¸â¨
Vampire! Yandere! Suguru Geto x AFAB! Reader Part 2
âŚKinktober Masterlist⌠Part 1 (Part 3 Coming Soon)
W/C: 630
Warnings/Contains: Reader is kidnapped, unassisted orgasm, dub-con
You sit at the window staring out at the world that you once had freedom in. You can see the summer storm rolling in across the mountains in the distance. Can practically smell the moisture on the horizon. You've learned over the past few months: There is no escaping the castle.Â
You never would have imagined that one day you would be trapped in the gorgeous castle you grew up seeing on the outskirts of town, secluded by the surrounding forest. The farthest you got was during your first week here. That was how they learned how much security you would require. That was about five months ago, if you had to pick a date. You've slowly earned a more luxurious room. It is small, but at least has a moderate fireplace, window, and private latrine. Warmth, longing, and decency.
The rattle of a key in the door alerts you of his arrival. A now regular occurrence. Not enough to pull your attention from the outside world.Â
âWhy do you still daydream?â your gaze falls to him out of the corner of your eye. His figure stalking closer to you, âWhat here is not enough for you?â
You practically roll your eyes as they return to the window. Vision not focused on anything in particular, âI don't think youâll ever understand.â
âI can guessâŚâ He pauses, as if expecting you to respond. To encourage whatever game he wants to play. After a moment he continues without your engagement, âSome knight that white haired companion of yours was⌠if he really was the most renowned swordsman of this country, wouldn't you think he would have found you by now?â
âWas?â Venom. The word leaving your mouth doesn't sound like your own voice. Growled with the scowl that overtakes your face. You never trained as a fighter but you would attack this man if he ever hurt Satoru.Â
âAlthough I am flattered, I am trying to stay on your good side.â He flashes that wickedly perfect smile. âI simply meant that he is no longer your lover, am I wrong?â
You huff, irritation still remains in your features. You throw your hair over your shoulder, exposing your neck and returning to look at the encroaching storm. âJust have your meal and leave, Geto.â
âYou are mine now, you know that.â Deep, possessive, dominating.
âAs if I have a choice.â It's barely above a whisper, but you know he heard it.Â
As he crouches next to where you lounge on the padded bench, he gently trails his fingertips down your arm, âYou know I can make this so much more enjoyable for you.â
You ignore his comments. Geto might be able to make you orgasm at will, but he is still nothing compared to Satoru. The longing in your dreams that still haunts you. How you still have every shade and tone of those sky blue irises memorized. A crystal sky that you could choose to see on any cloudy day.Â
This time he trails a few kisses down the junction of your shoulder and neck. Your breathing quickens. You fight down that familiar feeling. Jumping slightly at his words in your ear, âSuguru, my given name is Suguru.â
Suguru may be an incredibly handsome creature, but you wonât give in that easily. His mind games have yet to break past your exterior. The familiar sting of his fangs as they break your skin causes you to wince. The pain is short lived before his toxin warms your body once again. Your slick quickly gathers between your legs.Â
You've learned not to fight back as hard. The more you fight the more intense it feels. You still can't stop the way your eyes roll back and legs squeeze together. A routine you can now never escape.
