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XAVIER. ꒱‎

lazy humping. ⋆ grinding yourself on him. ⋆ missionary w your legs closed. ⋆ freakydeaky. ⋆ thigh fucking. ⋆ kissing & eaing you out. ⋆ to your satisfaction. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ exhibitionism.

SYLUS. ꒱‎

taking it w no complaints. ⋆ handsy when handling you. ⋆ size kink. ⋆ using your throat to his liking. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ cute girl treatment. ⋆ chained & ruined. ⋆ had to add this in.

ZAYNE. ꒱‎

riding him in the bathtub. ⋆ tease me, baby. ⋆ clit rubs. ⋆ lingerie fucking. ⋆ late night heat. ⋆ in the shower. ⋆ undressing & stripping you down. ⋆ blowjob in cute bunny ears.

RAFAYEL. ꒱‎

stay still. ⋆ kitchen counter. ⋆ backshots & the plushies witnessing. ⋆ fucking you into the mattress. ⋆ fingering selection. ⋆ stretching your holes out for fun. ⋆ a wins a win.

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◜ a/n. ◞ all works listed here are potential pieces, as i am still in the process of constructing .

spooktober's fics !⠀◞⠀ back to home. ⠀◞ © valetoria 2024.

HE'S 'JUST' YOUR TUTOR! ft. 𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔲𝔤𝔲𝔯𝔲.. your drenched tutor looks incredibly hot & as you start your homework, his casual praise seems oddly lewd.

YOUR CO-WORKER! ft. 𝔱𝔬𝔧𝔦 𝔣𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔯𝔬.. you catch your fine yet utterly lazy co-worker eating your leftovers, & a confrontation leads to you bent suddenly over the counter.

A PERFECT FIT. ft. 𝔫𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔦 𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔬.. you find an open boutique as the owner guides you to a fitting room & asks you to undress—you comply, though surprised.

REIGN UPON ME. ft. 𝔶𝔲𝔲𝔱𝔞 𝔬𝔨𝔨𝔬𝔱𝔰𝔲.. you solidify your reign over your devoted knight, and he obliges.

kinktober shorts⠀ ◞⠀back to guidelines.⠀◞ submit a 𝒮emi ask.

ME HENNESSY & YOU. ft. 𝔶𝔲𝔲𝔱𝔞 𝔬𝔨𝔨𝔬𝔱𝔰𝔲.. your favorite subby boyfriend has a thing for leashes.

THE VOODOO INCIDENT. ft. 𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔬 𝔨𝔞𝔪𝔬.. that weird emo kid in the back of your class keeps staring at you.

TRYING A NEW TOY ON YOUR BOYFRIEND. ft 𝔱𝔬𝔧𝔦 𝔣𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔯𝔬.. you bought a urethral bead because it made you think of him.

SAFE WORDS W JJK MEN. ft. 𝔱𝔬𝔧𝔦. 𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔬. 𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔬. 𝔤𝔬𝔧𝔬. 𝔫𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔦. fucking you until your limit, you practice safe words w the jjk men.

Imagine tweakin over Twitter prn links... Someone tell that mf to get a hobby or a job or some bitches if that’s what they’re desperate for😩

agreed, jealous bitches hate the most 🫠 !

Loving the new links and the new tumblr theme soo pretty!

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Lowky need a fic where nanami catches reader listening to porn Audios and he gets mad and jealous but instead records audios of himself getting off and then gives them to her so she she can get off to his voice instead of another guys if you know any recommendations like that please send my way or if your taking fic requests please please write it I’ve read some of your fics and there so good😫

what a coincidence, i actually came across something kinda similar to that last night while scrolling, i didnt read through it but i saved the link

unfortunately, my submissions are closed, but your request also kinda sounds like this other fic where instead of getting caught listening to audios, they get caught writing it or smth like that, so ill link that for you too if youre interested. but thank you for the love girly, youre too sweet 🫶🏼

nobody writes him like how mara does🧎🏻‍♀️

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟcan't stop thinking about yuuta who overhears you confidently telling your little friends, "i don't fuck virgins," at a party. listens intently as you go on and on and on about how you hate how inexperienced they are, how they require so much hand holding and fussing over the whole ordeal. "i wanna fuck someone who can fuck me the way i need it."

you're unimpressed when you first spot him across the party, rolling your eyes in a way that should not send excitement thrumming up and down his skin, sharp eyes twinkling under the harsh neon lights.

knows he's been looking for way too long when you finally make your way over, joining him at his solitary spot on the couch, surrounded by various levels of debauchery. "you going to make a move or just stare at me all day, lover boy?"

"i—no! wait, i mean yes, i want to make a move, but i—you see," he's tumbling over his own words under your scrutinizing gaze, and god, this has to be the world's worst impression ever, he knows there's no way you could possibly want him⸺

your eyes narrow. "spit it out."

"i'm a virgin."

for a moment, you let your eyes drift over his entire figure. you hum, a disappointed, low sound that makes his heart drop to his stomach. "a shame. you're actually real cute up close."

yuuta slumps, as if basking in the fact that he's hopeless, and it's almost funny, but then you remember how intently he looked at you, with so much unfiltered desire and need.

"i don't do charity cases," his ears perk up. you know you've got him, hook, line, and sinker as he nods so eagerly, invested in what you've got to say next, and it's delicious. you grin. you're going to devour him whole. "say, what if we just took a practice run?"

when you give him a sloppy, rough handjob in a tiny little bathroom sequestered off upstairs, he cums, embarrassingly fast and oh-so-loud, forcing you to have to cover his mouth with a spare hand.

"keep it quiet," you hiss as his eyes roll back, rutting uselessly into the palm of your hand, whimpering when you keep milking him for all his worth even as he cums. "but that's it, there you go. so pretty for me, huh, lover boy?"

he nods uselessly, back bowing at all of the unexpected sensations, but keeps his eyes trained to the way you pull your hand back to sneak a taste of him, pink tongue swiping across the glistening pad of your fingertip. eagerly accepts your fingers in turn to taste himself and your saliva. he closes his eyes at the taste, moaning softly.

when he opens his eyes, you're shimmying out of that tiny little skirt he's been eyeing all night, a glimmer of something devilish in your eyes. "you ready to lose your mind, yuuta?"

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TOJI FUSHIGURO. ꒱‎

passenger princess. ⋆ putting you to bed with no complaints. ⋆ he’s got that good fucking dick. ⋆ putting you in a mating press. ⋆ giving toji a sloppy bj. ⋆ using you as his fuck toy.

CHOSO KAMO. ꒱‎

he’s such a dumb puppy. ⋆ his favorite gamer girl. ⋆ bottoming out n cumming. ⋆ choso spooning you. ⋆ straddling his lap. ⋆ fucking you on his gaming table. ⋆ how he wakes you up.

NANAMI KENTO. ꒱‎

prettily sucking dick. ⋆ pathetically grinding on his boot. ⋆ nanami with a hidden oral fixation. ⋆ smacking your backside. ⋆ cowgirl ver of ‘you’re just a girl.’ ⋆ riding him in cute lingerie.

GOJO SATORU. ꒱‎

kinky shit with gojo. ⋆ going down on him. ⋆ fucking your holes. ⋆ reversed cowgirl. ⋆ doggy with the bear he got you. ⋆ bouncing on his dick. ⋆ delicious backshots. ⋆ fucking you in a maid costume.

GETO SUGURU. ꒱‎

satisfying ghostface with your tongue. ⋆ messy deepthroat. ⋆ fucking in his car. ⋆ gun kink. ⋆ he’s got you chained up. ⋆ such a squishy ass. ⋆ hitting it on them janky ass seats. ⋆ riding him.

`· . ❛ content warnings. ❜ perverted choso kamo. voodoo. non-consensual. raw penetration. coercion. 18+ content.

choso always takes a seat behind you during art class, secretly admiring you with pragmatic, heart shaped eyes while his assignment lies forgotten. his attention is completely enthralled by you, and if anyone else saw him staring at you like that, they’d most definitely think he was a freak. he eyes your back profile, cherishing the fall of your pretty hair cascading over your shoulders and how it flows down your back, studying the way your arms extend, propped on the table to support your lean as you immerse yourself in your work.

“choso, stop staring at her and get back to work,” the professor sighs, and choso jolts out of his daze at the sudden reprimand, his focus on you breaking abruptly. you curiously turn around by the professor’s scolding, and your gaze meets a pair of flustered brown eyes. the male’s ears turn mildly red, immediately diverting his stare elsewhere. your arm jerks awkwardly at the distraction, and it causes the sharp blade of the scissors to slip, accidentally nicking your finger.

with a wince, you quickly bring your finger to your mouth and stand up from your chair to get a band-aid. choso's eyes dart to the scissors—glancing around the room before he leans over and snatches the bloodied pair.

the perfect touch to his project he was working on, and without another thought, he snugly tucks it into his bag.

. . .

you return a few minutes later, searching questioningly for the pair of scissors you were using earlier, and you even look underneath your table, but they are nowhere to be found.

how odd.

you turn to the last resource you could think of—the boy with dark hair styled into two messy buns, a few strands of hair falling loosely and framing his undeniably gorgeous features.

choso kamo, the quiet, reserved, and stereotypical hot emo guy everyone rants about.

you’ve never really talked to him, mainly because you think he’s a little weird with the constant times you’ve caught him staring at you. so, you hesitate for a moment, clearing your throat, mustering up the courage to ask him about your mysteriously missing scissors.

“hey, by any chance, have you seen my scissors?”

choso blinks, completely caught off guard as his dark eyes skim around the classroom, and for a second, he’s just dumbfounded, idiotically staring at you as if he’s fucking stupid.

“uh—i, um… no, haven’t seen them,” he straightforwardly lies, as if he hadn’t just stole them—yet, he initially trips over his words and he mentally cursed himself for sounding so slow.

you hum, not pushing it upon hearing his response, so you decide to just let it go. “okay, mind if i borrow your scissors, then?” you ask, gesturing to the untouched pair of black scissors laying on his desk as his ears start to turn red again. you smile, and you notice how, for some reason, he always gets so jittery whenever you stare back at him or, on rare occasions, talk to him.

. . .

a cloud of unease rolls into the pit of your stomach, and your fingers clench around your pen. you shift uncomfortably in your seat, and that’s when your body stiffens in your chair, thighs instinctively clenching together as you feel a large, unidentifiable object splitting your velvety walls open.

holy shit.

you instantly clasp a hand around your mouth to stifle the moan threatening to escape your ruby glossed lips. your body tenses, goosebumps prickling up your skin while the hairs on the back of your neck rise.

what the hell?

. . .

choso leans against the cool tile wall of one of the bathroom stalls, his breath coming out in choppy, short circuted breaths as his mind whirls lewd thoughts of you—you looked too damn edible for your own good. the way you spoke to him, the way you bent over as your skirt hitched up exposing the curve of your ass as the fabric hardly made efforts to cover you brought him to his knees.

his thick digits wrap around his hard-on, stroking his bulge that had been painfully aching since he'd been eye fucking you earlier in class. shit. a groan tumbles from his slightly ajar lips, his hand gripping his throbbing cock as he aligns himself with the opening between the special replica of you. he slowly pushes in, imagining your flustered expression, and the confusion evident through your knitted brows as the helplessness etches on your face when you grow aware of the sudden feeling of your walls being stretched wide open.

situated in the farthest row of desks in your psychology class, you bite back a moan as you feel a slippery stir between your legs, a fleeting sting that dispersed into bliss. choso's hands tremble, and without wasting another second he pulls back, just until his pudgy tip teased the dolls socket, lightly thrusting into the soft cotton-lined hole inside that clung onto his gooey shaft, and you feel it again—your walls contracting against something as his mushroom tip nudges your cervix.

you lean back, your spine hitting the cold surface of the backseat as your fingers grip the edge of the desk for dear life, knuckles blanching as choso works himself deeper into the doll and it syncs to you, the nirvana pulsing through your veins as the color drains from your face. a quiet gasp slips past your lips which you swiftly disguise as a cough. your eyes flicker around the room nervously, and you can palpably feel the ridges of the veins on the underside of his cock as your plush walls squeeze him, accustoming to the stretch.

his hand tightens around the doll, mimicking the tightness he craved as his shaft disappears into the fluffy fiber. your thighs clamp shut and the sudden pace fastens. subconsciously, you begin to dig your nails into the wooden planes of the table, shifting your hips and trying to ground yourself as choso pumps the doll on his rock solid length—a cry evoking his lips. he’s pathetically whimpering your name, and choso’s weak at the thought of ravishing you without even having to lay a single digit on you—the idea alone was just enough to have his knees buckling. he jerks his hips up to meet the thrust of his hand, and you can’t help the low grunts slipping past your own lips as his length drags against the ridges of your cloying, gummy walls, making it practically impossible for you to sit still.

your heart is well ahead of you, the muscles beating inside your chest rapidly, and the euphoria of his pudgy tip hitting against your hymen has your irises rolling back, tears prickling the inner corners of your vision as your windpipes expel shallow breaths. his lashes bat against the apples of his cheeks, and his raven colored orbs flutter shut. his hand pumps more aggressively on his cock—and his orgasm approaches sooner than he anticipated.

you sense it, his dick twitching inside your spongy, spasming walls before shaky hips buck forward, triggering your stomach to churn in turmoils. choso’s engorged tip kisses your hymen and his warm, creamy seed gushes into the doll, stimulating your own orgasm. your back arches forward and you struggle to remain composed with the heat pooling in the innards of your gut as your teeth gnaw at your tender-vermilion lip, another soft moan slipping from you when you feel your mixed juices dribble down your slick folds.