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✭ 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 ✮

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟗: 𝐃𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 18+ | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: overstimulation, p in v, rough Miguel, mean dom Miguel, bratty reader, creampie, language, rough sex!, hair pulling, impact play, size kink

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Miguel loved when you got an attitude with him in bed, he thrived on knowing he could turn you into a mess and prove to you that he was the one in control.

He had you pinned onto his chest as he thrusted his hips into you, his cock plunging into your needy pussy in need as your head rested on his shoulder.

You held onto his bicep for dear life as he lifted your head up to look at him “look at you” he hummed as he sloppily kissed you, his behemoth of a body pressed against you and caging you in.

“Th- that’s all you got?” You smiled up at him, purposely teasing and challenging him to be rougher. He scoffed at you, throwing you onto the bed and arching your ass up. His thick hand slapped across your ass, that would leave a mark.

And that’s exactly what he was doing, teaching you a fucking lesson. “Have some fucking manners” he scoffed.

Miguel’s cock slammed into you at a brutal pace, his hand keeping your hips up as he bottomed you out. You gasped as he yanked your hair up and wrapped it in his hand “this good enough?” He hissed.

The wind got knocked out of you as he said it, Miguel’s pace purposely keeping you from talking. You whined with each of his thrusts, you soon came to regret trying to be snarky.

Miguel was an hour in, still fucking you as you neared another orgasm “isn’t this what you asked for huh? Don’t act like you can’t take it anymore” he hissed. You weakly clawed at his chest as he now has you on your back, your slick covering his thighs and lower abdomen.

Your hand fell to your side in defeat as you dumbly bounced on his length “asi se mira más bonita, Calladita.” He hummed as his lips dropped to yours. You sighed while he kissed you sloppily, his tongue slipping inside your mouth and tasting your sweet saliva.

Miguel kept himself from cumming and god did it hurt. But he has too much pride to not prove his point. He could feel himself losing to his needs, his cock throbbing and softly twitching as he fucked you balls deep.

“Mmh- fuck ah- a shit” he hissed as he watched you gushing cum, your pretty face stained with tears but too fucked out to speak or squirm. “That’s I- t that’s fuckk” Miguel’s gruntled moans spilled out as he painted your walls with his thick ropes of cum.

Sweat dripped down his face as a wave of relief washed over him. He was the most vocal you’ve ever heard him, he was hissing and chanting your name out as he rode out his orgasm.

You on the other hand, had too many to count. Your pussy was throbbing and worn out as he softly pulled out of you.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his arms while both of you caught your breath. “You ok honey?” He hummed, his voice contrasting from seconds ago. You nodded weakly as you nuzzled into his chest, a deep sigh leaving you as both of you took each others warmth in.

Miguel smiled as you cling your arms around his waist “love you”

#miguel o’hara imagines #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o hara #miguel x you #miguel x reader #miguel smut #miguel ohara #smut #marvel smut #miguel o'hara #kinktober #kink tober

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𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 — 𝓜𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓖𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭

ᥫ᭡ Suguru never thought he would see the girlfriend he murdered years ago when he decided there was no space in his life for non-sorcerers, yet he never said anything about her lost soul.

cw: ghost! f reader x cult leader!geto, reader can’t speak much, invisible fucking (?), oral, fingering, squirting, exhibitionism, body worship, praising, one quick mention of impregnation, slight violence (towards someone else), reader gets jealous of Suda, mentions of buddhist rituals and the antichrist (separate events), poor death jokes. 6.2k words (not sorry). #— cult-tober

ᥫ᭡ inspired by lady k and the sick man — hentai manga (read it at your own risk).

note: thank you everyone who asked about the status of this fic, you encouraged me to finish it <3

Geto knew what he was doing the day he decided to cut everyone out of his life. Some of them, such as Gojo and Shoko, he just cut ties, others, he took their lives.

The people from that despicable village were first, then his own parents, and lastly, his girlfriend.

He would be lying if he said any of these killings made him feel bad, but the one that got closer to hurting him was, of course, yours.

Already numb from the previous deaths, keeping you alive wasn’t really an option.

Though Suguru was gentle, he waited for you to fall asleep while cuddling him after kissing his face and emphasizing how well rested he looked.

“Getting back on your feet, eh?” your words.

He didn’t think he would keep thinking of you, in that moment and the following years he was so focused on his long term goals and new discovered hatred that he managed to push you to the back of his mind.

Now he’s established, he has quite a lot of donors to his cause, a loyal group of sorcerers that share his vision and to top it all, the strongest set of curses that any curse user could only dream of.

Reaching such a satisfying point of his life makes him reflect upon the things he doesn’t have.

When Geto rests his head on the pillow at night he remembers the couples he sees through the day, the teenagers confessing when they can’t even look into each other’s eyes.

Naturally, he thinks of you.

The two of you were different, he took your hand and looked deeply into your eyes, you looked back, for many times after that you tended to look away whenever he said something suggestive or romantic, or even when he stared into your eyes for too long, and Suguru made sure to bring your eyes back to him.

Why couldn’t you have been born a sorcerer? You didn’t even need cursed energy, if you could only see curses that would be enough to him.

Geto sighs, it has been a few months since he started to think of you so frequently.

He’s a man of needs, from time to time he indulges himself into masturbating since sleeping with a human is out of the question and sleeping with a fellow sorcerer would only bring complications into his so-called family.

So, in the mornings, way before any of his duties, he takes the box from under his bed and sprays the perfume you used to use on the pillow beside his. He had an internal fight before buying that perfume, a girl was offering samples outside a store and once the scent reached his nostrils he was invaded by memories he thought he had buried years ago. He bought the bottle nevertheless, shaking his head sadly when the lady asked if she should wrap it as a gift.

The liquid in the bottle hasn’t decreased much, since it lasts quite a long time on his sheets. He sprays once in the pillow, or on his shirt, the one you used to steal from him all the time cause it was your favorite.

His boxers are pushed down, sometimes he fists his cock while looking at the pictures in his box, your pictures, unfortunately he had no spicy pictures, back when you were together nudes weren’t so common, not when you couldn’t password protect a digital camera and flip phones cameras sucked.

He uses the smiling pictures you insisted on taking on your dates, he usually was flipping, or had his tongue out

His favorite is the one you took in a photo booth, the first picture he somehow convinced you to show your tongue with him, the second both of you were laughing, the third you were kissing.

Those three pictures, plus the smell of your perfume is enough for him to remember that kiss vividly.

He teases his tip, thinking about how soft your breasts felt under his hand.

He couldn’t kiss you like that and just leave the photo booth, he had you on his lap, the confined space added to the risk of being caught was so exciting.

Geto spills his load on his stomach, his mind still playing the memory of him kissing your neck, while you caressed his hair urging him to soften down quickly so you could leave the booth and go back to your place. He put his arm around your shoulders, kissing your temple and getting a playful slap on his chest. You didn’t like pda, “people look at us weirdly” you said, but were the first to take his hand or pout when didn’t put his arm around you.

Geto is about to fall back asleep, it started to rain outside, he should be up in an hour but he’s feeling too nostalgic, in a bad way, so the association would have to go through the day without him.

Suguru turns to the side, the rain makes him remember the day you met him at his dorm, for what was supposed to be a date, but the weather changed so you cuddled on his single bed giggling about what would happen if someone knew you, a non-sorcerer, was inside such a exclusive facility like jujutsu tech when you shouldn’t even known it existed. Suguru kissed your face, cheeks, nose and lips, and assured you he would fight anyone that dared to say you were not welcome there.

He promised to keep you safe, in simpler times, when he had a best friend and a future as an ally of the jujutsu world.

Suguru feels a lump on his throat, but he swallows it, allowing his mind to fade away and muscles to relax as he’s back asleep.

Apparently, he needed that few more hours. Suguru is awoken suddenly by a loud, trembling sound. He looks around confused, hating to be woken up instead of waking up naturally, his eyes open slowly expecting the sun, but outside is dark, Geto’s head snaps to his alarm clock wondering how he could have slept till so late, but it says eight in the morning still. What started as a rain turned into a full storm by now.

Suguru jumps from his bed, in order to close the window which had already soaked part of his carpet.

“Shit” he closes the glass window and attempts to turn on the lights, but nothing happens, probably a blackout due to the storm.

His bedroom turns cold, colder than before he closed the window.

A lightning illuminates the sky, and by consequence, his room, he sees a figure on the corner before getting swallowed back in the dark, he rubs his eyes sensing something is off.

The blue cursed energy light takes its shape around his hand, whoever/whatever thought it was a good idea to enter his room is about to regret.

He can see a shape, raising his hand to hit it, concentrating his energy on his fist.

Lightning strikes again.

It illuminates a face. Your face.

Geto’s hand is stopped in the air, his eyebrows leave the frown state and his mouth is hung open.

The electricity returns, his lamp casting a warm light into the bedroom.

He can fully see you now, taking a step back and lowering his hand.

Your face is much paler, hair is longer, like all the years that have passed to him passed to you too. That if you hadn’t seen the sun, or cut your hair, if you were alive all this time or… dead, as it looks, a phantasmagoric version of the girl he used to know.

You have a white dress — or more like a nightgown on —, it’s long and the straps are thin, looks comfortable. He hopes you felt comfortable all this time.

Geto says your name, in a whisper, rubbing his eyes again and wondering if he’s still dreaming.

You brace yourself slowly, as if you’re the one scared in this situation, he watches your mouth parting but closing again.

“Is it really you?” he takes a step closer but you take a step back hitting the wall, “Are you… afraid of me?”

Your eyes widen, they look opaque, shineless. Then you furrow your eyebrows, turn your hands into fists and hit his chest.

“You’re mad, I get it, I deserve it” he lets you punch him groaning angrily, never saying a word, he wonders if you can even speak.

“C’mere” he wraps his arms around you when you start to whimper.

Suguru considers actually being crazy or dreaming, cause you still smell like your old perfume.

“I’m not sure what is happening, I don’t really care, just please don’t go away” he tightens his hold on you believing you could disappear anytime, “You heard me? I was calling your name earlier” he lets go to caress your face, it’s still weird to look at your face when you have this bluish hue instead of the warm cheeks he knew.

You look away, exactly like you did when he said something naughty. So you did hear him when he was touching himself looking at your pictures together. Then he remembers something new, a conversation you had about whether he would find another girlfriend if you died, the type of thing a girl asks in a relationship when she’s bored. That or if their boyfriends would still love them if they were a worm.

Suguru doesn't seem to remember his answer, though he knew you had a tendency to get jealous easily.

“Not sure how much you saw all this time, but just so you know I’ve never been with anyone else” he assures.

Your gaze returns to him surprised, you didn’t know as it seems, he feels like asking questions, how long have you been around? What do you remember?

“You’re cold” he rubs your arms and your strap slides down allowing him to notice your breasts and your nipples marking the fabric, “I’m picking you up, alright?” and he does, wondering if you’re lighter or if he’s got stronger.

Suguru places you on his bed, now a much larger and more comfortable one than the one he had in his jujutsu tech dorm. He lays with you and covers you both with a duvet as you wiggle on his hold trying to find that position you liked to cuddle at.

“You’re so soft” his hand runs on your thigh, “I missed you so much” he squeezes you smelling your hair and kissing your temple all the way down your cheeks — which are way warmer now — until he meets your lips which he starts to peck lightly, though the pent up energy and the way his heart aches for you doesn’t allow him to take this slowly, instead he’s quick to deepen the kiss rolling his tongue with yours and pushing your straps down to fondle with yours breasts.

You whimper and try to move your legs from under him, with no success as he’s drunk on the feeling of having your body under his again.

Such sensitive nipples hardening under his fingers, the taste of you, yours hands pushing his—

He’s pushed off the bed with more strength than he ever thought you would have. You get rid of the duvet and kneels down to where he lays on the floor, he thinks that’s all a play until a very real hand slaps his face, harshly, then you run and disappear through the wall.

Suguru sighs, noticing his boner and resting on the floor.

“…then we’ll be all set, Geto-sama. Geto-sama?” Suda asks, noticing how deep he’s in whatever he’s reading.

“Thank you, Manami” he dismisses her, not taking his eyes off the book.

Geto decided to do some research, to understand how it was possible for you to have appeared to him.

Turns out, in all the books and archives he has of the jujutsu world, there’s only one explanation for why a human would have come back after death.

He cursed you, somehow.

Reversing the curse.

He closes the book when seeing the title of the next chapter, that’s not what he’s interested in.

Geto closes his eyes massaging the bridge of his nose, that day’s duties are already giving him a headache.

A hand manifests out of thin air, touching his cheek. Definitely something worthy of a jump scare, but after an initial surprise, Geto softens his features and puts his hand on top of yours.

The rest of your body manifests slowly, you’re on top of the table he was reading at, your legs dangle on the side, your hair covers part of your face and it’s long enough to reach the table's surface.

“Hello, beautiful” he brushes the hair away from your face, your thumb rubs his cheekbone, the place you hit the day before, it’s not sore or even bruised, the only scar that it left was an emotional one and he senses you’re apologizing for hitting him, though he’s the one that should be begging your forgiveness.

“I’m sorry about last time, I got too excited to see you again and forget the most important thing” he took both your cold hands and kissed your knuckles, “To apologize, for taking your life” he’s not capable of looking up, not yet, “I’m sorry.”

He thought if he should do that for a long time, since he doesn’t regret the things he’s done to get where he is today, and Geto believed that if you had the chance to go back in time to do things differently and still didn’t do it, you couldn’t say you’re sorry for what you did. And he would do it all over again.

He is sorry for you though, he’s sorry for crossing your life and revealing all the things you shouldn’t know in the first place, he’s sorry for depriving you from a normal life, unaware of the existence of curses and sorcerers.

“I’m glad you’re here now” he rests his head on your lap hugging your waist and bringing you closer.

You caress his hair, minding the bun, his hair is also much longer than the last time you saw him, you always said he should grow it out since his hair was so naturally lustrous. He teased you, asking if you were jealous of his gorgeous hair. Now, he snorts, remembering the conversation and untying the half bun so you can run your fingers freely.

Geto, with his head still on your lap notices your feet dangling happily, one on each side of his. He reaches for your right one, brushing his fingers on your sole causing you to squeal, he laughs softly, seemingly you’re not able to speak, only to express yourself through little sounds. His hand wraps around your ankle then rubs the extension of your calves until he reaches your knee, pushing the hem of your dress just enough to expose your thigh for him to start kissing.

“We don’t have to do anything okay? I just want to touch you” he rubs his cheek on the skin of your thigh, like a cat asking for affection.

Your hands leave his hair and his heart beats faster assuming you’re about to leave him, instead you take the hem of your dress and lift it up all the way to your hips, revealing your uncovered pussy to him. The afterlife must be more comfortable without underwear.

Geto grins, accepting what you’re offering him, pushing his chair enough to give him space to dip his head lower and further into your legs.

You being the good dead girl you are, lean back and spread your legs watching with wide eyes the black head of the cult leader getting lost under your dress.

He starts by kissing your folds and rubbing the space between your hips and thighs, taking a mental note of how warm you get when touched by him.

Suguru nuzzles into you, rubbing the tip of his nose on your clit while you squirm. He takes your ankle and helps place your foot on the table to give him more room to eat you out.

What a sin it would be if someone so good at sweet talking others was bad with his tongue.

Thankfully that’s not Suguru.

He quickly drives his attention to your hole, teasing it until he feels your hand gripping his hair, he spreads your flexed leg further and pushes his tongue in, not being able to hold back a moan when he feels you contracting around his muscle.

His nail is digging on your thigh, which he can tell you desperately want to close, still so sensible even after all these years.

Soft breaths echo through the library, Geto feels bad for not being able to hear your beautiful moans, maybe there’s a book about giving back ghosts their voices? Well, the whole thing is a work in progress, but right now he’s too busy to progress that far.

You tug his hair twice, “What’s that, love? Trying to say something?” he keeps his tongue still, pressing it in your bud and shaking his head slightly, he can hear you’re trying to say something over breathy gasps, “You beggin’?” he chuckles on your core, the vibrations make you want more so you raise your other leg, “Who am I to say no to my girl…”

Suguru slides both hands to your lower back, holding you still and kicking his chair back to kneel and be face to face with your cunt.

He loved to finger you, seeing your face contorts and kissing your tears when you orgasmed on his hand, but he loves more making you cum with his mouth only. Felt so much more intimate, it was the same difference of killing someone with a weapon and with his bare hands. Not an analogy anyone can understand, but makes perfect sense to him.

Suguru laps at you like a mad man, sucking and using teeth, every tool he has to give you the orgasm of your lif—… the best orgasm you ever had.

And he knows it’s working due to your shaking thighs and arching spine.

He’s almost without air but when he notices your curving toes he tells himself to endure a bit more.

“Oh it’s coming” and soon he’s rewarded with your throbbing clit on his lips and a clear liquid being sprayed on his chin and chest. Being the tease he is, he laps at your swollen bud a bit more till you have to push him away.

“Sweet” he murmurs, kissing your shaking thigh and admiring your swollen glistening folds. You lay back to recover from the mind blowing orgasm and he sneaks a hand to grab his phone, opening the camera but frowning his eyebrows when nothing but the table getting reflected in his screen. Apparently iphone cameras don’t work on ghosts “Too bad, guess I’ll have to remember this sight” he rests his head on your thigh and reaches a finger to run across every inch of your skin like he’s drawing on your skin.

“Geto-sama, we got another check” Suda pushes the door and you sits up quickly, but her eyes are solo on Geto, a questionable look on her face, probably noticing his disheveled hair and his kneeled position on the floor, “Is everything okay?”

Suguru blinks, shifting his eyes to you and her, doubting if his fellow sorcerer really couldn’t see the half naked woman laying down and dripping on the table.

Maybe even sorcerers couldn’t see it all.

“Yes, you can give me that” he got up, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, taking the envelope and closing the door.

When he turns back you are gone. Geto sighs and bumps his head on the door.

Still managing to deal with everything that has been happening, Geto goes to the scheduled meeting in a bad mood, not having seen you since the library incident the previous day.

He’s the last one to arrive, sitting cross legged on the mat at the head of the table. Suda is on his right, taking notes on the meeting, which is boring Geto to no end.

Suda leans in, whispering a question to Geto and showing the notes while the rest of the people discuss financial matters.

“Did someone open the window? It’s so cold all of the sudden” Suda rubs her arms and Geto raises his head from the hand supporting it.

The room did get chiller.

He looks behind his shoulder and sees you, under a different light, a darker one. Your hair is floating and your face is dark, he can only see your widened eyes, they’re fixed on Suda.

Geto raises an eyebrow and discreetly pats his lap smiling at you.

The dark aura around you fades off a little bit and he can see your beautiful features again while you move your bare feet in his direction and take a seat between his legs facing him. In a natural motion he runs his hand on your hair and kisses your forehead, hoping it actually looked natural and not like he was patting an invisible person.

“Geto-sama, is this correct?” Suda leans in again, pushing her cleavage into Geto’s view and invading his — also yours — personal space.

Your head turns almost 360°, the scary things you do only turn Suguru on more. The dark aura is back again.

“Don’t be jealous” he whispers very quietly.

“What was that?” Suda asks leaning in more.

You turn the rest of your body in a ghost-like manner, reaching claw-like hand to Suda’s face.

“Yes, Manami, please pay attention” he takes your hand, guiding it slowly to his pants so you could see how happy he was to see you meanwhile his other hand raises your dress and massages your folds.

You lean back on his chest, he puts his chin on top of your head looking down at your beautiful legs extended under the table.

“Isn’t that right, Geto-sama?” Larue asks and everybody turns their attention to their mentally checked out leader. Geto notices you tensing up, like their attention is on you too. Which would be if they could see you.

Afterall, who wouldn’t want to see a gorgeous little thing melting by having her clit played with under her dress?

You two never took things out of the bedroom, so the past few weeks have been filled with new experiences.

Swiftly, Geto hooks his finger on the top of your dress bringing it down and exposing your breasts to, in reality, no one but himself, still you squeak and try to cover yourself but Geto is faster, holding both your hands behind you.

“Sounds great” he smiles at the people waiting for an answer about a topic he couldn’t care less about, instead he’s more concerned about moving the two fingers inside your gummy walls.

They get back to discussing it among themselves, Geto pretends to pay attention looking at a fixed spot and missing the way Suda is looking at him.

You don’t miss it though.

That’s how you’re supposed to look at him, you only.

It’s borderline outrageous to see her so heart eyed at your man while he’s finger-deep inside your cunt with his erection poking your lower back.

Jealousy starts to take over you again, Suguru is still holding your arms, so you use your leg to swing a move on the water jar on top of the table, shattering it and spilling the water all over Suda.

Everyone gasps, raising from the table and removing their paper to avoid getting wet too.

“What was that?!” she yells.

“Seems like we have a naughty ghost around” Geto jokes, pinching your clit, “Or it’s a sign from heavens to end this meeting, Suda please try to save these notes” he motions to her soaked notepad, “Close the door on your way out, I’ll clean this.”

“But Geto-sama—“ he knew someone would protest it.

“We’ll continue tomorrow” he said firmly, everyone bowed respectfully before leaving the room.

“Tsk tsk, that was unnecessary” he lets go of your arms, you turn around, kissing him your man and pushing his chest until he’s laying on the floor with you on top.

Geto puts his arm around you, keeping you close while playing with your tongues, he’s strong enough to hold you tight, not letting you get away from him.

Your hands go to his complicated clothing, trying to undo the knots of it and free him for you to touch.

“Here, I got this” he undoes everything that needs to be undone with one hand while still holding you, you finish pushing his clothing out of his body until every fabric that once wrapped him is thrown all over the floors of the small room.

Finally, you could see him.

Geto kisses your ear and sucks your lobe while you run your hand over his torso, a faded memory coming to your head when you touch the x shaped scar on his chest. It’s much lighter now, you remember it being a shade of purple and red, holding back your tears at the time for seeing your lover hurt like that. He ensured it was nothing, he barely felt it due to the adrenaline.

At the time you wished you were there to take care of him, to patch and clean him, now you realize you wouldn’t be able to survive if you saw him bleeding and unconscious.

Maybe it all happened for the best.

You touch his abdomen, following the happy trail down to his shaft.

Geto is so strong now, he’s big enough for you to feel small even being on top of him, his thighs support you and his strong arm ensures you stay close.

You take his dick in your hand, kissing his neck and pumping him slowly. Suguru throws his head back, moving his hand to hold your ass as you work him up. Not that he needed much, from the moment he saw you crazy jealous over Suda he was hard already. No, actually, scratch that, from the moment he saw you, he was hard already. His heart beat faster, pumping the blood that went straight to his dick.

“Alright, baby, I can’t wait anymore” he pushes your dress up, getting you completely bare like him and moving your hips until your cunt hovers above his throbbing cock. You sink on him biting your lips, a habit from when you actually had a voice to moan and thought you should keep quiet.

Geto though, moans for the two of you, not caring if anyone hears him ‘cause he’s the boss, what would they do?

The feeling of your pussy around his cock is all he can think now, if you asked him to release all his curses right now he would.

God, he missed this. No toy would ever come close to the real thing.

Geto can’t help but admire your long hair, it is like a waterfall, running through your body and pooling on his torso. He takes a strand and plays with it around his finger.

“You’re still so tight, move your pretty ass for me, yes?” you nod, adjusting your posture and setting a rhythm, “That’s it, good girl” he holds your breast, rubbing a thumb on your perky nipple and raising enough to take the other one on his mouth.

Whatever important things he had that day, it’s all canceled now. His new plan is to stay buried in your pussy and sucking your tits all day long.

“You’re doing so well, baby, but I’ll take charge now, ‘kay?” he reaches behind you to brush away the glass remains and places you on top of the table carefully, “You’re so cute” he bends to kiss you, your hands caress his back muscles, thighs holding him inside you.

You don’t let him go away, not even for an inch, not even when you need air, do you really need it though? What would happen if you didn’t breath? Die? Hah.

“So needy” he laughs softly and pecks your lips actually needing air, now he’s the one with long hair falling on your face, you brush it back and nibble on his chin, clenching around him as he hits that delicious spot.

Suguru is so pretty. Back then he had a boyish look and young charm, now he’s a man, his jawline is stronger and he lost some fat he had on his cheeks, too bad because you loved to kiss his soft cheeks. His arms are way bigger now too, when he readjusts himself to fuck you on a better angle you get a view that no sculpture in the world would ever compare. Light shines behind Suguru, his chest glistens with sweat, some strands of his hair sticking to his perfect skin, the sight of his v line alone makes your clit throb.

Geto stretches you so well and perfectly, “So good, baby.”

He's an angel, you’re convinced. Makes sense now, this is your heaven, being beside him forever, getting him to touch you in front of other people without feeling shame, haunting women that look at him with lust in their eyes.

“Nnnhg Sugu—“ you slap your mouth shocked by the actual words that came out.

“Fuck” he grabs your face kissing you hard, “Say that again” he asks thought a breathy almost desperate tone.

“Su—guru, Suguru” you moan, barely using a real voice.

“Fuck, I’m close. Can I come inside, baby? Huh?” he presses your belly down, “Maybe we should test whether you can get pregnant, that would be a miracle right? Or maybe we would have the antichrist” he smirks in a teasing way and you lightly slap his chest, not liking the idea of bearing the evil, although if he keeps thrusting like that you might change your mind.

Your legs tighten around his small waist, pulling him closer, “Squeezing me so well, I— haa“ he shuts his eyes, “‘Wanna cum with you, love” he lowers his hand to where you meet rubbing your clit with his thumb, you raise your hands to his shoulder pulling him to you until your sweaty foreheads touch.

Geto can see through your rolling eyes you’re close so he speeds up his thumb while thrusting sloppier.

“Still feels like our first time, you know?” he confesses, in love with the way you feel, not just your insides but also, your smell, your warmth, your sounds. All his sense are focused on you.

Your knot finally unties, nails sinking on his shoulder and heels pressing on his back, your mouth is hanging open while Suguru nuzzles on your cheek, “I’m losing my mind” your hips roll trying to meet his thrusts, he cums hard too, moaning majestically and filling you so much you know you won’t be able to hold it all.

“Oh baby” he runs a hand on your face, kissing you lovely. You kiss him back, putting in the gesture every word you cannot say.

Suguru was still trying to manage his duties as a leader and as a boyfriend, at least that’s what he thinks he is since you don’t exactly have the privilege to see other people and he doesn’t even want other people.

The thing is, unlike a normal (alive) girlfriend, you can’t go with him anywhere. To be more specific, apparently you can’t even leave the premises of the temple, the furthest you can go is sitting at the engawa and dangle your feet off the edge. Suguru promised to find whatever was keeping you there and figure a way to have you around him wherever he is.

Now, he’s in Hokkaido, after holding you cold dead hands and promising he would be back soon. In the meantime you explored every inch of the floor where Suguru slept, trying to find some item that was tying you there, with no success. So you begin to wander into other areas of the temple, with Suguru gone there isn't that many people around either, and even though no one can see you, it still felt weird being around other people, especially when someone walked through you.

When you enter the praying room you notice someone there, sitting on their knees in front of a buddha statue.

Curiosity takes the best of you and you approach the man, wanting to hear what he's praying for, you bend your torso beside him, having your long hair touch the floor, you suppose it would be a scary sight, but you doubt anyone except Geto can see you at this point.

You adjust your posture, but being clumsy doesn't go away with your physical body, so you stumble and end up hitting a gong.

And of course, it doesn't go through you as it's supposed to. Whoever is in charge of deciding the moments you can touch the physical realm is a sadist.

The man who was praying is now standing up shaking like crazy, he’s asking who’s there but you cover your mouth (as if you could speak anyways). A second man enters the room, due to his traditional clothing you judge he’s an authority figure in the temple, but not being a buddhist during your lifetime you can’t be certain.

The first man is explaining what happened while you try to tiptoe your way out of this embarrassing situation (for you and scary for the man that will probably not sleep tonight).

Before you leave you can hear the second man saying this sorta thing has been happening around the temple, people are reporting a sudden cold air, things being moved out of the place and crying sounds during the night.

All your fault of course and half Geto’s fault on the last statement.

Not sad cries by the way but you can see why people would think that.

In fact, Suguru was very determined to have you voicing your pleasure, you still can’t talk, but he learned that through a very strong emotion your voice cords become stronger or at least existent for a brief moment. He’s still testing that and writing his experiments in a notebook.

Suguru says he wants to bring you back at some point but for now he can only do those kinds of experiments, you are happy to be beside him no matter what so you naturally accepts being his guinea pig, the initial resentment you had when you first saw him that day is long gone now. Is not like you have enough energy to think about your death anyways, at some point during the day you become extremely sleepy and eventually disappear, so you have to make the best out of your time with Geto.

Being back in his room you find your way under his blankets, the previous interaction seemed to have drained your energy, you should tell Geto about that so he can write it down in his notebook.

Finally.

Geto opens the car door before the vehicle fully stops at the entrance of the temple, it was only 2 days but he felt like weeks passed by.

And it wasn’t just a homesick feeling, he barely had a home. He just missed you. For years he was by himself, being satisfied with a few pictures and a perfume bottle, yet now he has the real thing — you —, one day without you hits harder than the almost ten years that went by.

It’s punishment, he knows it, the guilt must be felt, he didn’t feel it for ten years so he’s gotta feel it all in two days.

If only you could have a phone in the afterlife to facetime him…

None of that is important now, because he’s back and on his way to find you.

What he finds instead is concerning.

A familiar man with traditional clothes holds a cord and repeats a buddhist chant. The floor he lives in smells weird, in the corner of the room you have your hands around your ears, sitting on your knees and glitching like a scene playing in an old tv during a storm.

“S-Stop” he hears from you, in a strangled hoarse voice.

Suguru’s heart stops for a second, considering for the first time the chance of you being taken away from him. Again.

No, that won’t happen. That exorcism will not continue.

His heart is back, beating at its fastest now, he summons a curse, one too strong for a simple monkey, he blames his emotions for that but he smiles when he sees the half body dropping on the floor.

Your eyes are closed, hands still covering your ears, when you open them — after realizing the awful pain in your heart and head is gone — Suguru is standing in front of you, kneeling and smiling kindly.

He takes your head, running his thumb on your cheek before kissing you, trying to engrave the shape of your lips on his.

“Keep your eyes closed for me, beautiful” you obey, keeping them shut when Suguru manhandles you into his hold and gets up, bringing you to his bedroom and away from the dead body, afraid of the bad memories it may bring you.

“There you go, i’m sorry about that” he kisses your forehead sitting down at his chair with you, “Guess it’s too dangerous to leave you alone, huh?”

You snuggle on his embrace, happy to finally have him back to warm you.

Through a whisper — since that’s the loudest sound that can possibly leave your lips — you confess “I missed you” Suguru pulls you away to look at your face, you can see he’s surprised you managed to speak, he also notices the glassy look in your eyes.

“I love you” your eyes widen, it’s the first time since your death he says it.

Since your death?

“I can’t say I'm sorry” he kissed your cheek and closed your still opened eyes “but I can say I love you, i’ll always love you.”

The memory makes your eyes water.

Well, maybe it’s not the first time since your death, but the first in your afterlife.

“I’ll do whatever it takes for us to stay together.”

🏷️ @rinntvrou @sad-darksoul @grsveeth0m @getomybeloved @sakurasimppp

note: my inbox is open for theories about this au, you can also check the #ghost!reader tag. also keep giving me ideas and i’ll keep writing 🤭

#geto x reader #geto smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk smut #geto x y/n #geto x you #suguru x reader #geto x female reader #— cult-tober

[mothcpu]

SOOTHSAYER EVERYTHING YOU SAID'S COMES TRUE

#ULTRAKILL #ultratober #bonus points if you know 1) what this pose was inspired by and 2) where the font is from lol #not planning on doing many (x)tober prompts but I'll do em when I feel like it for a break from work art. and yes this is late

[lelelego]

oc-tober prompt 4: relationships

any excuse to draw boone/eli :o)

#fallout new vegas #fallout #fnv #craig boone #courier six #boone x courier #oc-tober #bweirdoctober #RUSHED THIS OUT I HAVE A THOUSNAD MEETINGS #oc: eli #fallout tag #doodly thingy

[lesbian-rook]

my favorite new pair of tumblr sillywomen <3

#the amazing digital circus #buttonblossom #pomni x ragatha #tadc pomni #tadc ragatha #this is very much just a sketch and my first time drawing them but i'm honestly vibing with it :D #i think these two are so adorable both together and apart #i have such a crush on ragatha but a lot of people who know me know that rag doll characters are my weakness so not much of a shock there #i'll be honest Ragatha is really like ''oh no this woman is gonna abstract any minute'' #shenanigans (and kissing] ensue XD #idk how much of them i'll draw but i had fun! #i do what i want-tober day 26

[lemonskinktober]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌. 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

DAY ONE — DOUBLE PENETRATION

— XIAO

DAY TWO — TITFUCKING

— ALHAITHAM

DAY THREE — HATE SEX

— SCARAMOUCHE

DAY FOUR — MONSTER FUCKING

— CHILDE

DAY FIVE — SIZE KINK

— ITTO

DAY SIX — APHRODISIACS

— WRIOTHESLY

DAY SEVEN — THREESOME

— YAE MIKO + RAIDEN EI

DAY EIGHT — COCKWARMING

— SCARAMOUCHE

DAY NINE — BREEDING

— HEIZOU

DAY TEN — YANDERE

— KAZUHA

DAY ELEVEN — METAL PLAY

— HEIZOU

DAY TWELVE — MEDICAL PLAY

— DOTTORE

DAY THIRTEEN — TEMP PLAY

— undecided

DAY FOURTEEN — MARKING

— undecided

DAY FIFTEEN — EDGING

— undecided

DAY SIXTEEN — BONDAGE

— HEIZOU

DAY SEVENTEEN — WIP (spanking)

— undecided

DAY EIGHTEEN — ROLEPLAY

— undecided

DAY NINETEEN — PRAISE

— KAVEH

DAY TWENTY — TENTACLES

— KOKOMI

DAY TWENTY ONE — ARMPIT

— HEIZOU + YELAN (separate)

DAY TWENTY TWO — SOMNOPHILIA

— KAZUHA

DAY TWENTY ONE — WAX PLAY

— undecided

DAY TWENTY TWO — VIRGINITY

— undecided

DAY TWENTY THREE — HUMILIATION

— undecided

DAY TWENTY FOUR — CHEATING

— DILUC

DAY TWENTY FIVE — AGE GAP

— ZHONGLI

DAY TWENTY SIX — INTOXICATED (drunk)

— VENTI

DAY TWENTY SEVEN ��� MASTER + SLAVE

— undecided

DAY TWENTY EIGHT — FOODPLAY (honey)

— undecided

DAY TWENTY NINE — FOODPLAY (cream and berries)

— KAZUHA

DAY THIRTY — DADDY/MOMMY

— YAE MIKO + ALHAITHAM (separate)

DAY THIRTY ONE — LOTION + ALCOHOL PLAY

— ANEMO BOYS (separate)

REST OF KINK TOBER IS CANCELLED!!

#kink tober #kink tober 2023 #genshin kinktober #genshin smut #alhaitham smut #heizou smut #kazuha smut #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #kaveh smut #venti smut #scaramouche smut #tighnari smut #kokomi #yelan

[spiderlyla]

you ever seen those videos where its usually the soon to be mom announcing it to their s/o about the pregnancy by giving them a bag and they're all confused when they see a baby onesie and it doesn't click to them at first?

imagine reader giving the news to miguel by handing him a bag and it looks like his suit but in a onesie and she says nothing, just sees how he'll react

Day 4 of Flufftober

pairing: afab!soon-to-be mom! reader × soon-to-be dad! miguel o'hara

lumi's note: hi! sorry if you expected a gn!reader for today, there are requests similar to this one that will have to have the reader as afab/mom, but everything else is gn! hope nobody is bothered <3

the video started with the sound of the phone tumbling to the ground, your voice chanting the words 'nonononono—!' over and over until the phone was picked up off the floor. your face appeared into frame, lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed as you set the phone up into place. once you made sure it can stand up on its own, you stepped back.

in the background, your husband was giving you his back, messing with his gizmo on the couch, too concentrated to even notice how you've been setting up the camera for the past few minutes.

you dissappeared off screen for a few second, then reappeared with a black gift box in your hands. you looked at the camera with a smile, and motioned with your hand to 'shush' whoever is watching—as if that would make any difference.

you made your way towards him, standing beside him until he took notice of your presence. he silently put the gizmo beside him, raising a brow. "What is it, cariño?" His voice was low, a hand wrapping around your waist, while the other adjusted the glasses sliding off his nose. "Got you something." You replied, offering the box his way.

"What's the occasion?" He hummed, taking it from you and inspecting it, weighing it and shaking it to try and figure what it might be. "I didn't forget anything, right? I informed LYLA to remind me before hand about significant dates." You giggled and shook your head, "Just open it, you'll see."

He arched a brow, shaking it again. You huffed impatiently and he chuckled, taking his hand off of you to take the lid off. His features turned from amused, to pretty baffled for a moment, as he took out the contents of the box.

"What is this?" He spread the red and blue cloth, eyes widening at the pattern. "What are you—why is it so small!?" He inspected it closely, long fingers tracing the spider symbol at the chest. It was a much, much smaller version of his hologram suit, made of soft cotton fabric, with a little hoodie imitating his mask.

"To fit the baby, honey, why else? Don't tell me you thought it's a onsie for you."

He didn't laugh at your teasing, his eyes widening at your words. He put the onsie down on his lap and the box to his side, then looked up at you. "You're...—You're not messing with me, right?— Dios Mio, amor, how long?" He rest one hand on your side, while placing his palm on your lower stomach. You smiled softly, hand finding his hair, pushing a few strands odd his forehead. "4 weeks now..."

"4 weeks?" He exclaimed, "And you've been cleaning and cooking—You're not doing any of that anymore." You couldn't take him seriously, his stern voice had no effect on you when he was smiling so wide. "I'll make Jessica in charge. Nunca me iré de tu lado, mi sol..." [I'll never leave your side]

You leaned down to kiss him, but he tackled you onto the couch. A loud squeal erupted out of you as Miguel got on top, feeling his lips on your jaw. "Mi amor, Mi vida, Mi todo—" He kept kissing all over your face, making sure not to put his weight on you just for the safety of both you and the baby. Your laughter filled the living room, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, placing your lips on his impatiently.

Miguel let out a few grunts, and your giggles didn't stop, until abruptly, you pushed him off, gasping. Miguel's eyes widened, worried he might've hurt you, "What?" He frowned, furrowing his brows.

"It's still recording!"

You frantically got off the couch, racing to the phone to shut the recording off.

But just before you did, you whispered something that could be easily missed.

"Wouldn't want the baby seeing that—"

🏷: @lizard757 @thevoiceinyourheadx @lulu-baked-beans @obi-mom-kenobi @bibikaiherau @thechloralkatniss-blog @sukunamoon @crazy-ravioli @autismsupermusicalassassin @dangerousness15 @dumb-gemini12 @telefood @unear7hly @deffnotnia @ginger23 @vicravluv

@sakinetic @longer-than-i-should-admit @dbiebxiwns @sweetlemongrove @currentlyinflames @minalovesyoubabes @lili-liliac @graves4girls @spineyy @barotaro @softcrayon @nerdyninjaprincess

@spooookyqueen @jellyfishxxi @champa1n-problemss @levrenes-space @swampedboy @coolbbruh @numberonetyrantyouth @boringpersonality

@parapsycholozka @heyohalie @johfaam @bubbsieeee @iite-cool @oharasmommymilkers00 @mousettea @jokmi @nayylas @namjoons-baby @liviiyyy @viriexo @vermillions @deltaworkwarmpepsi @number1gal @swiftyangx12

@millswifeyofkeigo @library-lunatic @zayai @amelialysm @jennwithobsessions @lovleystarfish @funhour @gracielukey @mazda99 @reabrigando @syd-vixious @sweetsonyangel

#miguel o'hara #miguel o hara x reader #astv #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o hara #spider man atsv #lumi's fluff tober #dad miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o' hara #miguel fanfic #miguel o #miguel spiderman #miguel x you #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader

[quiche-draws]

Posting my first three entries of Kotaloy-tober Challenge 2023 (Day 2 - Sick Day, Day 3 - Sunwing and combined Day 4/5 - Seashells and Hair Beads).

I probably won't be able to get do an entry daily but those at the Kotaloy Discord have been inspiring me to keep drawing despite board exam stress so here ya go!

I've also made a couple drabbles for Day 2 and Day 4/5. Check it out here!

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST! REBLOG ONLY!

#horizon forbidden west #hfw #kotallo #aloy #aloy x kotallo #kotaloy #horizon zero dawn #hzd #kotaloy-tober challenge 2023 #Kotaloy-tober #qooky art #doodles #fan art

[throneofsapphics]

chaos incarnate

Rowaelin x f!Reader

Summary: Day 25, “Really, poison again? Get more creative.”

Warnings: attempted murder, reader is unhinged 

A/N: this is honestly more of a crack fic, I've hurt myself enough

kinktober masterlist

You took a sip of the wine, wine you know is poisoned. They really are idiots, you can smell Oleander a mile away. You’d know, having micro-dosed on them since you were old enough to understand what ‘poison,’ meant, maybe even earlier. Then again, you were raised by a paranoid herbalist. 

“Oleander,” you purred - eyes on the man who’d poured your glass. “Really, poison again? Get more creative.” Everyone went still, every glass thunked back against the table. The entire room flew into chaos. 

Fenrys himself whisked you away, chuckling amusedly at the scene behind him. It was the first attempted assassination in several years - at least in Terrasen. Any poison at a table found its way to you. By your own machinations, of course, and this isn’t the first time you’ve done it. There would be hell to pay later, but for now the small bit of chaos pleased Temis, the Goddess who’d watched over you your entire life. 

“They’re going to be pissed,” he commented, a wry smile on his face. Sometimes he seemed to be the only one who understood. Exactly why you were that way. Others might think it’s a ‘noble,’ thing to do, but really you just liked the chaos it caused, and the bit of danger - the thrill of living on the edge. 

Of course, you didn’t have a ‘death sentence,’ you’d been raised like this - and knew your body could handle most poisons. Even if you still threw up for a few hours later. 

-

Pissed was an understatement, Rowan thought Aelin might actually start throwing things around the room. This hadn’t happened in years, at least in their court. Any time you visited other courts, you’d pulled the same trick. Switching drinks and plates with your magic, something he couldn’t figure out how to stop you from doing, not without a lack of trying. Of course, you didn’t actually drink or eat the poison each time - it depended on ‘how deadly it is’ according to you. 

He shoved a small antidote at you. Refusing your arguments on how it ‘reduces the tolerance,’ and threatening to shove it down your damn throat. You took it with a scowl, and he watched to make sure you swallowed every last drop. 

“When will you stop doing that?” He hissed at you. The fact that you didn’t look apologetic at all pissed him off even more. 

“When people stop trying to kill you,” you shrugged, your voice honeyed with false innocence. Never, then. 

“I don’t know if I want to kiss you or throttle you.” Aelin muttered. 

Rowan shot Aelin a look that said, ”don’t encourage her.”

“Sorry,” you answered, tracing a finger around her mouth. “Poison.” 

“Throttling it is,” Aelin mused - Rowan saw the mischievous gleam in her eyes, and so did you because you sprinted out of the room with Aelin chasing after you. He heard your combined laughter coming from the hall, and to his chagrin it soothed some of the anger inside him. 

#rowaelin x y/n #rowaelin x reader #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass fic #aelin galathynius x y/n #aelin galathynius x reader #rowan whitethorn x y/n #rowan whitethorn x reader #something-tober 2023

[tmuse-ac]

drawtober already not posted on the first day but whatevers

I'm doing three lists bc I couldn't decide which one I liked the most out of the three so deal :)

Starting off day 1 with the prompt, Lights Out from @miiilowo 's list. I haven't done a themed list before, so let's see how far I get.

i'm tired, so we have babies

#drawtober #inktober #FNAF-tober #FNAF-tober 2023 #miiilowo's list #the daycare attendant #moon x reader #fnaf dca #dca fandom #moon x y/n #fnaf sb #moon fnaf #moondrop #fnaf daycare attendant #petrixmuse art

[st4rymoon]

◦𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝◦

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒: 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 | 18+ | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: ice play, fingering!, pussy! Eating, pussy fiend Miguel, overstimulation, semi mean dom miguel, language, pet names

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Ah ah what did I say” Miguel hummed with his hand pressing down onto your stomach. You whined as he dragged the cold ice cube up the side of your thigh and teasingly running it down your puffy folds.

Every time you squirmed Miguel’s ruby red eyes looked up at you, threateningly squinting as a warning. “P- please mig” you whined.

He ignored your pathetic whines and dragged the cold ice down your slick filled folds. Your back arched instinctively as the new temperature made chills run down your spin. You bit your lip as Miguel’s thick fingers dipped into you all the while he pressed the small cube onto your clit.

“A- ah fuc- Miguel!” You whined in surprise. You looked down at him with pleading eyes all the while he gave you a cocky smirk. He scoffed at you, giving you a tsk and pumping his fingers in at a painfully slow pace.

He loved how easy you were to break, it was so damn easy for him to have you a complete mess. Pulling out his fingers, he smiled as he dipped the cube softly into your pussy and ignored your cries.

The mix of his warm hands on your tummy and the freezing ice in you cunt had you shaking. Loud moans spilled out of you as the new sensation caused a brand new type of pleasure.

“Feels good huh doll?” He teased as he blowed warm air onto you pussy. Miguel could cum at the meer sight of you right now, he was losing every inch of sanity.

His eyes studied the way your pussy clenched around nothing, the way the ice cube was covered in your slick as he played with you a bit more.

He couldn’t help himself as he slowly lowered his mouth onto your messy pussy, tongue gliding through your sticky folds as he hummed in relief.

You were scratching at his back as he went in, ice cube between his teeth as he rolled it into his mouth and hummed at your taste.

He tucked the cube into his cheek with haste so he could ravage you like he needed. “Migu- Miguel fu-“ you whined as he wrapped his arms around your plump thighs for a better hold.

He bobbed his head back and forth, tongue flattening on your clit and rolling back up in need. Miguel moaned into you pussy as he felt you throbbing on his tongue.

Miguel was a man cast under your spell as he began to fuck himself onto the cushion, causing him to moan into you even louder as he finally relieved some tension.

You couldn’t stop yourself from shaking as your orgasm washed over you. Your vision went blurry as he continued to eat you out like a starved man.

You heard him mumbling into your pussy as you looked down at him tugging on his hair. Miguel shook his head, his eyes glaring up at you from below your legs as a warning.

Your head flew back onto the pillow in defeat as he continued, you laid there in complete bliss and overstimulation as Miguel sucked on your throbbing clit.

You could hear him slurping your mess up before he finally came back up for air. “I could do that all day” he panted with a wide smile. He looked so handsome with his hair a complete mess and your slick coating his mouth.

“Una más?” Miguel pouted up at you, how could you say no.

#smut #marvel smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara imagines #miguel ohara #miguel o hara x reader #miguel x reader #moon knight smut #kinktober #miguel o’hara smut #kink tober #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o hara #miguel x you #miguel smut

[cursingtoji]

𓆩𖥟𓆪 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑 — Geto is a thoughtful leader who uses visual resources to help his followers learn, and tonight you get to play a part. #Cult-tober.

< Part 1 - Contradiction

— cw: religious imagery but no specific religion, exhibitionism, emotional manipulation, god complex, public nudity, fingering, unprotected, oral (f -> m), sex cult behaviour. 3k words.

— note: did my research on cults for this one, also based on this request.

“Come here” you hear his voice after calling your name, the tone gives you chills.

You know better than to fear him, this is not the first time he calls you to the main room of the temple — a place that has become the closest thing you can call a home now. This room in particular is already very known to you, so why the fear? Can’t you remember the familiar feeling of the tatami under your knees? What about against your cheek? Wasn’t worth the pain of having your face rubbing on it while your master roughly thrusted into your behind? You do recall his pitiful smile when he realized what the mat had done to the soft skin of your face, right? He kissed it so tenderly while holding you like you were made of glass, a glass he didn’t mind breaking a few minutes prior to that, but now, glass.

So what’s wrong now?

Except for the dozens of followers sitting on their knees in that same room right now. How come you never saw that many people before? And more importantly, why are you seeing them now?

A few hours ago, he left you two things along with a note with the time and place you had to be. Those things are: a sheer black lace mask, very delicate fabric meant for your eyes, the type of thing you could picture a woman using in a ball in the 1800s, and a yukata, a simple one. You thought it was weird he didn’t leave an obi — the belt to tie up the yukata, so you took one from your own drawer to complete the traditional piece.

The mask is clearly not part of it, but you know better than to question him. Besides, the note is clear, you must wear nothing but those things. Nothing.

The room you thought you knew now seems strange and gloomy, it’s nighttime so there’s only a few candles lightening it up, there’s an essence burning somewhere the smell is weak but it’s there.

Geto in all his glory sits in his altar, his feet are up in the mat, unlike everyone else sitting on their legs. He has the pose of a deity and clearly that is what everyone thinks too.

Your bare feet touch the tatami, slowly approaching the altar and feeling the dozen pairs of eyes upon you, the offsetting lighting doesn't allow you to see their faces, which is probably for the best, yet Geto’s was lit up as if the sun itself rose for him and him only.

“Look at her, when I met her she was sick, this beautiful lady had a disease. I tried to look away, she was too far gone, but what did I do instead, sweet child?”

“You saved my life” you respond without batting an eye, your mind feels cloudy.

“Kneel” you obey taking place beside him.

Maybe he is a deity after all.

Just that day you were having a conversation with the twins. They had so many questions, especially after seeing you hurt by some curse, so many why’s leaving their little mouths.

“It doesn’t matter!” your voice rose for the first time since taking them in your embrace “If Geto-sama says it’s day and the sky is dark, it’s day. If he says it’s night when you can see the sun, you go to bed because you sleep when it’s night, understood?”

Sometimes you barely recognize the voice that leaves your lips. Scolding is something you never saw yourself doing, not to the girls you loved more than anything.

In your situation one would assume this behavior is driven by fear, what would Geto do if he found out your girls were questioning his actions? They cannot possibly care more about this non-sorcerer in front of them. Never.

But those people would be wrong. Fear does make you do what you do. Love does.

Only love makes you stay put in front of him when he unties your yukata, love has you looking him in the eye even while the disapproval for the presence of the obi is evident.

Geto makes you sit facing him, his stunning image much more welcoming than the unlighted audience, he’s big enough for you to understand can still see the quiet crowd behind you. His calloused hands touch your shoulders under the yukata, the soft touch is enough to warm up your entire body as he slowly revells a skin decorated by some few bruises, some caused by curses, some caused by gods, well… one god.

“She’s still not cured, I don’t know if she’ll ever be” he doesn’t have to project his voice too much in the quiet room, the hot breathing fans over your face, “But I’ll keep trying nevertheless” he says more quietly.

Geto’s hand goes between your legs and you have trouble keeping your sounds to yourself. His hand is big, and the space between your closed legs — while you’re still sitting on them — and your core is narrow, Geto has to be a little rough to get where he wants to.

And he always gets what he wants.

Your face is warm, breathing erratically but still… you’re not panicking even given the disturbing setting. It’s all due to him, if it was anyone else you would be screaming right now, fighting your way out of this.

Geto starts to stroke your folds with his fingers while talking about sins, the best thing you can do is shut your little brain from overthinking everything he says and taking it as personal.

However, what is left to do when he keeps going on and on about undeserving ones while teasing your fluttering hole? You can’t even look him in the eye, just keep staring his throat as he speaks. Your gasp interrupts him when he inserts a finger, both your hands to your mouth, you were distracted enough to forget this was obviously the next step.

Geto snaps his eyes back to you, not glad about the interruption, yet he resumes his speech so he can go on with his plans.

Your hands remain on your closed mouth, not wanting to make the same mistake again. Geto adds another finger and starts scissoring you, which worries you slightly, you thought this was merely a play for the followers, an exhibition of power, but the stretching he’s doing indicates he plans to go all the way. That and the erection under his haori, which you should’ve led you to suspect his intentions from the beginning since he’s never presented himself to his followers without all the layers of his traditional clothing.

Geto removes his fingers, straightening his posture as he finishes his sentence, he pats his lap and you find his eyes, they are predatory, from then on you’re dealing with Geto-sama, not Suguru.

You’re already undoing the ropes that tie his haori just like he did to you a few minutes ago. He’s bare under the fabric, dick is tall and hard, the leaking tip shines under the orange glow of the candlelight as you align it with your entrance.

“If you can’t control your urges, they’ll control you” he claims, hands behind your knees, his voice is steady but the grip he has on you tells it’s hard to control himself too.

“No person or thing should control you… except for me” the last part is whispered for your ears only. You bottom out on him, needing a moment to recover, not just from the stretch on your lower half but from his words and by how willing you are to let him control you.

Especially when he puts his hand on your head, pressuring slightly guiding you to his neck. He keeps his hand there, caressing your hair as you relax on his hold, like he’s comforting someone who's just lost a dear relative, not a simple villager he spared and is now balls deep inside dozens of followers.

With a sharp pinch on your thigh Geto signs you to start moving, you arch your back and raise your hips to slide out of his cock till only the tip is left then sitting back. Since the yukata was not fully removed, it stays on you, sleeves pooling on the middle of your arms, the rest serves as a curtain, keeping the audience from viewing the junction of you and your savior.

You busy your mouth by kissing and sucking his neck, he gives your hair a discreet pull, a warning to not mark him, guess it would be bad for his reputation if his beloved sorcerers find out he’s whipped by a good-for-nothing human.

All they know — as far as Geto is concerned —, is that you’re his little pet, kind of a 3 for the price of 2 after he took in the twins, a package deal he simply had to accept.

Whatever, you don’t care about them anyways. As long as they’re treating your girls as one of their own, it doesn’t matter how they treat you. Geto, Mimiko and Nanako are all you need to be content with your life.

Geto should limit himself from touching you, his fingers shouldn’t be tracing the little marks and scratches on your back.

“You are not perfect, mistakes will happen, that’s why you need someone to guide you” he talks to the audience, his chin resting on your shoulders as the tip of his fingers run over each trauma and imperfections on your back. At this point — with his dick reaching such a sweet spot inside your walls —, you are not sure if he’s still indirectly talking to you, but something makes you think he’s talking to himself, about you.

Is it such a delusional thought? That you are the one guiding him and not the other way around? You thighs clench around him, the awkward feeling in your chest start to bring clarity to your pleasure blurred mind and you start to look around reflecting on your situation.

Geto relizes something switched in your dumb little head, you do that sometimes, look around with wide eyes and heavy breathing. Suguru remembers the days in jujutsu tech, when he was confused, consumed by the trauma and unsure about his future. Why did you make him remember that? Your chest is rising rapidly, he doesn’t want you to panic, that’s not supposed to happen under his watch.

You’re taken from his lap.

“You love me, don’t you?” Suguru holds your chin bringing your focus to him, only him. You nod slowly, admiring his sculpted face by the candlelight, “Then what are you afraid of?”

You search your mind for all the reasons to be afraid right now, shouldn’t be hard, all you need is to look around and remember why you’re here.

Yet his hazel eyes don’t allow you to find any of those reasons, somehow your heart doesn’t feel so heavy anymore.

“Don’t you trust me?” he rubs your chin and you nod again, “Show me” you blink confusingly, “Show me how much you love me.”

You’re sitting on your knees as your eyes trail down where his member is still hard, it glistens with your juices and throbs slightly, the sight is too irresistible.

So you bow to your savior, taking him fully into your mouth, the position giving the closest thing to a privacy moment, where you could pretend it’s just you and Suguru like in the late nights in his chamber.

“There you go” he sighs happily patting your head, not putting any pressure, like what you’re doing is not sexual at all.

It’s merely a form of adoration. And Geto deserves being adored.

Naturally, you take him as deep as you possibly can, focusing your best in worshiping every inch of his skin, putting as much love into it as you can, not even minding the emptiness on your lower half or how you’re dripping on the mat.

There’s a buzz in your ear, you know Geto is talking, finishing his speech probably, but you can’t actually hear him, feels like hearing someone talking from a distance.

The last thing you remember is the hot shot on the back of your throat and the member twitching in your mouth. You think you heard Geto moan, which brings a weird feeling in your stomach since, as far as you know, you’re supposed to be the only one to hear that. His thumb goes to your chin, whipping the saliva and cum, pushing you to release him, you do, but you keep kissing his soft length until the smell of him mixed with the candles and something only this room had made you black out.

Phenomenal.

A word that resumes what Geto thinks about your performance tonight. If he gave you a script it wouldn’t have played out so perfectly.

Sometimes Geto underestimates how willing you are to be controlled by him.

When everything is done, he takes you into his arms, after wrapping the Yukata back around your body, he raises to his feet and steps down from his small stage carrying you.

There’s a door behind the stage, passing the curtains, which he usually uses as entrance and exit. Yet that night he feels like walking through the audience, with a pretty little thing unconscious on his mighty arms and a bunch of loyal followers bowing on his feet he experiences being, truly, a god.

#— cult-tober #geto x reader #geto x female reader #geto suguru #suguru x y/n #cult leader!geto #geto smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #geto x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut

[mlm-writer]

Peter Parker & the 5 Love Languages Headcanons

Pairing:  Peter Parker (TASM) x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: General Audience Summary: The Big Tober Day 11 - The 5 Love Languages

Words of affirmation

Peter is not that good at words, he often gets a little tongue-tied. He can’t help it. He is just always enthralled by you and it makes it hard to get the words together. 

Peter also sometimes just doesn’t know what to say. He is really more a man of action. 

He loves to be on the receiving end of it though. His whole face lights up when you praise or compliment him. Words mean a great deal to him, especially since he hangs onto everything you say to him. 

Acts of service

Peter is a big acts of service guy. He would do anything for you, especially helping you with college work. He has this big brain anyway, what better use for it than helping you?

Peter would clean your apartment if you’re going through shit. 

Peter doesn’t like being on the receiving end of this very much. He is prone to feeling like a burden. Sure he appreciates it, but too much makes him uncomfortable and it is too much real quick. 

When he is sick and you offer to take care of him, he will accept, but he must and shall repay the favour or he will feel bad about it. 

Gifts

Peter will mostly give flowers, but when he has been on a trip without you, you can bet on a tacky souvenir. 

Favourite gifts are t-shirts, snowglobes and fridge magnets. 

When you give him something, he will cherish it each time. 

Peter keeps everything you give him in a box or puts it on display or uses it daily. He loves to show off whatever you give him as well. He is just so cute about it. 

Quality time

One of Peter’s favourites. Just being together makes him happy. 

Peter also loves trying new things with you. Tinkering with left-over components is one of his favourite things to do, but he also likes to cook with you or bake. 

Pottery workshop was one of the favourite things you did together. 

Peter is a bit clingy. He wants to have quality time all the time. 

Physical touch

Ultimate favourite!!!

Like I said Peter is a little clingy and this extends to physically clingy. 

Why do you think he likes swinging together? 

It's all about the hand holding, comforting hugs and cuddles on the couch while bingeing something. 

Peter also needs that reassure sometimes that you are unharmed. He lives a dangerous life and he needs that physical confirmation that you're alive and safe in his arms. 

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[elven-butts]

OCtober day 24 - idiots

the silly elves and their 534 pillows living rent free in my brain

#art #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #the dark urge #bg3 durge #astarion x dark urge #digital art #inktober #oc-tober #DUrge - Nephéle - The Cloud #otp: the cloud and the star

[akamikazae]

~squishing in one last prompt while it’s still technically October~so here’s some Kami~Kashi doodlez all smooshed tg~ Oc-tober prompt 15-‘with their partner, friend or crush’- in this case Kakashi’s all three ❤︎₊ ⊹

Prompt list by @icannotreadcursive

⤹Bigger pics under the cut ⤹

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[lemonskinktober]

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 > this one’s defo my fav (so far) 😍 and i don’t even like scara that much!! (anymore) also not proofread!! :(

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 > smut w afab! reader, degradation, and sensitive-ish things, non con (ew)

it was quite obvious that scaramouche despised you.

he hated the way you spoke, the way you always smiled so kindly… it was oh so annoying.

and today, today especially… you were being quite the bother.

***

“venti!” you call out to one to the boy who was holding your notes in the air.

“stop that!” you whined, earning a chuckle from him.

“oh fineee..” he said, handing you back your notes.

“hmph.” you pouted, cheeks flushing.

scaramouche just watched intently from his desk.

why would you even get so… close to venti? he wasn’t anything special, was he?

i mean sure he could sing but… did he really have any other traits that could make your blush so… cutely?

he scoffed.

why should he care? he doesn’t care about useless items like you…

***

you were hanging out with stupid venti again, working on some sort of project before excusing yourself to go to the bathroom.

“tch…” scaramouche’s eyes narrowed.

“something bothering you…?” his partner, xiao, asked quietly.

“i have to use the restroom… give me a moment.” he said coldly, getting up from his seat and stomping over to the bathroom.

you were inside, washing your hands in the sink before the door burst open.

“what’s wrong with—?! scaramouche…?” you raised an eyebrow at him, why was he here?

“hmph…” scaramouche began to approach you, his hand gripping onto your shoulder.

“get your ass back in that stall…” he whispered in your ear before shoving you back into the stall and locking it.

“do you know how much you irritate me?” he asked, his hands ripping off your pants/skirt.

“what… scaramouche what are you-”

“shut up.” he cut you off, taking off his own pants as well.

“or do i have to make shut up myself?” he asked, his hands trailing up and down his cock.

“you… i-”

before you could say anything more he plunged his erected member into your pretty little mouth.

“cant… speak now can you?” he said with a smirk, groaning.

“oh fuck… keep using that pretty little mouth of yours.” he said, his hands wrapping around your neck.

“you know… i tolerate you a lot more when you don’t speak — in fact you should just stop speaking at all.” he murmured, thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth.

“especially to that venti… i mean what’s so special about about him?”

you let out a muffled cry against his cock, tears bubbling up in your eyes.

“yeah..? trying to say something, slut?”

“mmh!” more tears streamed down your pretty face…

and scaramouche completely indulged in them.

“keep crying… yes cry for me whore.” he said, a maniacal lust in his eyes.

you let out another cry, making him groan.

“you want me to cum inside, y-yeah… that’s what you want.” he whimpered, his thrusts becoming faster.

you were still trying to fight back, however… he really did have a firm hold on your neck, leaving powerless against him.

“ah-” he let out a melodic moan before thick ropes of his cum bursted in your mouth.

“mmph…” your eyes fluttered shut as he finally pulled out of you.

“not a word about this, okay?” he asked, holding you by the chin.

“o-okay…”

he grinned, flicking at your forehead.

“your my little toy now.”

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