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I know it's the second day and rn its 6:50pm but ill write two to make it up for lost time...
Heres my masterlist!!

Day 1: Classroom Scene – Kageyama Tobio
Day 2: Voyeurism – Rin Itoshi (Blue Lock)
Day 3: Praise – Isagi Yoichi (Blue Lock)
Day 4: Kidnapping – Sukuna (JJK)
Day 5: Cross Dressing – Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler)
Day 6: Rough – Kuroo Tetsurō (Haikyuu)
Day 7: Dirty Talk – Gojo Satoru (JJK)
Day 8: Under the Dinner Table – Megumi Fushiguro (JJK)
Day 9: Collars – Bachira Meguru (Blue Lock)
Day 10: Breeding – Oikawa Tooru (Haikyuu)
Day 11: Lingerie – Rin Itoshi (Blue Lock)
Day 12: Mind Control – Claude Faustus (Black Butler)
Day 13: Shower – Hinata Shōyō (Haikyuu)
Day 14: Biting – Nishinoya Yū (Haikyuu)
Day 15: Masturbation – Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler)
Day 16: Age Gap – Sebastian Michaelis (Black Butler)
Day 17: Role Swap – Megumi Fushiguro (JJK)
Day 18: Following Orders – Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler)
Day 19: Phone Sex/Sexting – Kuroo Tetsurō (Haikyuu)
Day 20: Ownership – Rin Itoshi (Blue Lock)
Day 21: Pet Names – Yuji Itadori (JJK)
Day 22: Bondage – Undertaker (Black Butler)
Day 23: Non-human (Monster AU) – Sukuna (JJK)
Day 24: Pain – Nobara Kugisaki (JJK, fem!dom)
Day 25: Fingering – Nanami Kento (JJK)
Day 26: Making porn – Gojo Satoru (JJK)
Day 27: Degrading – Sebastian Michaelis (Black Butler)
Day 28: Hoplophilia (weapon kink) – Claude Faustus (Black Butler)
Day 29: Breeding (alt) – Rin Itoshi (Blue Lock)
Day 30: Sensory deprivation-Sebastian Michaelis (Black Butler)
Day 31: Overstimulation-Gojo Satoru (JJK)

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The classroom was dead silent, just the scratch of pencils and the hum of the overhead lights. You were supposed to be taking notes, but Kageyama kept leaning closer, his strong arms brushing against yours like he didn’t even notice.
You always wondered how arms were so strong but then again, he is the number one setter in the volleyball team at your school. You were trying your hardest to take notes but Kageyama was stopping you from it, he just smirked at you. You knew what he meant.
“You mean here? Right n-now..” you whispered, eyes flickering nervously toward the front of the room. Where all the kids sat listening- or not listening to the history teacher.
“Stop asking stupid questions, dumbass.” He muttered, voice sharp but low. Before you could even protest his knees were firmly pressed against yours, under the desk. His hand followed, sliding across until his palm rested heavy on your thigh. The pencil slipped from your grip, clattering against your desk. Nobody noticed thank god. Nobody but Kageyama, whose thumb pressed low deliberate circles into your leg.
Your stomach tightened. He leaned closer, lips almost brushing your ear. “Keep your eyes forward,” he whispered. “Or they’ll know.” Heat shot through you as his hand crept even higher. Inch by inch, he tugged your skirt up just enough to slip beneath it, his fingers ghosting over the thin barrier of your underwear. Your breath hitched, too loud in your own ears.
“K-Kageyama..”
“Quiet.” His tone was flat, demanding and then his fingers were pressing against you through the fabric. A sharp jolt tore through your body, your thighs instinctively clamping shut. He didn’t move his hand away, if anything that made him press harder.
Your grip tightened on the edge of your desk, knuckles turned white. You couldn’t move, you couldn’t even breathe properly without the worry of someone in the room noticing what was going on in the back of the classroom. His fingers hooked the fabric to the side and slipped against your bare skin, skillfully.
The first stroke was light, almost like he was testing you. The second stroke had you biting down so hard on your lips you could taste the blood seep out. You tried to take a glance of his sly face, you could tell he enjoyed watching you in this state.
“Turn that pretty head of yours to the front.” He demanded again, chuckling.
You tried your hardest to not make a single sound. Heat pooled low in your stomach, each and every movement he made sent sparks through you. Kageyama’s eyes stayed locked in the front of the classroom , his pencil moving mechanically across his notebook as though he were actually taking notes. But under the desk, his fingers were sliding deeper and deeper, curling just enough to make your whole body jolt in place. A soft gasp escaped you, too quick to catch. The student in front of you shifted glancing back for half a second. You reacted quickly ducking your head, pretending to read your notes and to hide the burning redness you could feel on your face.
Kageyama didn’t stop, instead he increased the pace as if he was telling me it was my fault that the kid glanced near us. Each curl hit deeper until your thighs trembled. Your heartbeat was pounding, you were sure everyone could hear it. Every muscle tight with the effort of staying silent.
“You’re doing well this time.” He whispered in your ear. “But don’t move again.” That tiny bit of praise felt awesome right then and there, anyone could tell you that you were doing well but it would never hit coming from him. His thumb brushed over the most sensitive part of you, and your vision came to a blur.
You wanted to beg for him to stop, but the words tangled in your throat. Your body was betraying you and Kageyama could tell the horrifying pleasure he had over you. Your hips twitched, breathe breaking, a shudder running straight down your spine as he worked you closer, and closer
The teacher droned on about a formula and asked a question to the class. You couldn’t hear him but he was waiting on you to answer. You were terrified, and in an overwhelming state to answer some stupid question.
“The answer is -5 and +3.” Kageyama whispered, helping you out.
I can’t believe he wants me to speak in a state like this. His hands are fucking IN me and he wants me to answer? You thought to yourself.
“Oh and act normal.” Oh wow Kageyama, how helpful.
It took every bit in your body to answer as normal as possible.
“I uh, -5… a-and +3…” You stuttered. Every word the teacher spoke was a blur to you. You were falling apart under the desk.
Your climax hit fast, sharp, the pressure in your stomach snapping. Your folds clenched around his fingers, your body jerking once you forced yourself back to stillness, every nerve alight with the effort to stay quiet.
Kageyama finally stilled, his fingers sliding out slow and deliberate. He wiped them off on your skin without hesitation, like it was nothing, like he does this all the time. His pencil scratched against his notebook again, eyes still locked on the blackboard.
You just sat there shaking, trying to steady your breathing as your thighs pressed tight together
Only when the bell rang did Kageyama finally acknowledge you after that. He leaned close, voice flat but eyes dark with something you’ve never seen, or heard about before.
“Don’t forget sweetie, you asked for it.”

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You knew you should've locked the door. That's what you told yourself a dozen times later, but in the moment, all you could think about was the ache between your legs and the horrible desperate need to ease it.
So you did what any other normal person ovulating along in a quiet house would do. Take care of it. Your phone screen slowly glowed faintly in the dark, the only light in your room. One hand held it steady, the other sliding down between your thighs. Pushing your shorts out of the way. A shaky breath left your lips as your fingers moved, slow at first as your fingers moved, slow at first, then faster, chasing the heat pooling low in your stomach.
You thought you were alone.
But Rin had been leaning against the wall outside your window for the last ten minutes, his eyes catching each and every minor and not so minor twitch in your body through the thin curtains that you hadn’t bothered to close. His jaw clenched tight, chest rising and falling as he watched your hips jerk, your lips parted around soft needy sounds as you were trying and horrendously failing to keep quiet.
He shouldn’t stay. He knew that, anyone in their right mind would know that they shouldn’t be watching someone they knew masturbate. But his feet couldn’t even move, not even if he actually wanted to. Which he did not want to move. The longer he stood there, the harder it became to tear his gaze away from you. His hand instinctively moved to his pocked, fingers curling around himself as his breath hitched.
Inside, you pressed harder, your body tightening as a wave of heat built too quickly to stop. Your back ached, thighs trembled as you came, muffling your moans against your pillow.
Rin’s own climax followed seconds after yours, sharp and silent, his breath catching as his forehead was gently placed against your glass window. He stayed there watching you go limp against your sheets, chest heaving. Your hand resting there between your thighs.
When you steadied your breathing you finally glanced at the window. Eyes widening when you saw the faint outline of a figure standing there, watching you.
Rin didn't even flinch, if anything you could see a slight smirk on his stuid, handsome face. He didn’t move. He just met your gaze through the glass, his expression slightly unreadable.

“Next time,” he murmured, so low only you could hear it, “you’re not doing it alone.”

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You sat down on the gym floor flushed with embarrassment and guilt. Embarrassment from missing the final goal and guilt for making your team loose. You just wanted to go to your dorm and cry but Ego wouldn’t let that happen. Since you lost the last goal you were made to clean the gym whilst everyone went back to rest.
Everyone but Isagi. He walked up silently, with the soccer ball and just sat by you in silence. A few minutes of comfortable silence past then he turned his body to face yours, his intense eyes locking into yours and you can see his body toned with confidence, his athletic build outlined by the damp training shirt clinging to his skin.
He stood up still silent but put out his hand for you to help you up.
“You were great out there.” His voice was warm as you took his hand to stand.
He guided your posture, gliding his hands down your waist fixing your posture. The contact sends a shiver through you, his fingers pressing lightly against your muscles, easing the tension you didn't realize was there. You freeze, caught between surprise and a growing warmth that spreads from his hands to the rest of your body. 'You're doing so well,' he whispers, his breath brushing against your ear as he leans in, his words wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. His voice is low and intimate, each syllable filled with genuine care that makes your heart race.

You lift your gaze to meet his, those intense eyes holding yours with a depth that stirs something deeper inside. The air between you thickens, charged with unspoken desire, and you feel your breath quicken as his hands slide down to your arms, steadying you. 'You're greater than you think,' he adds, his tone turning even softer, almost reverent, as if he's seeing something in you that you can't quite see yourself. The closeness of his body, the subtle heat radiating from him, makes your skin tingle, and you wonder if he's feeling this pull too.
His face is inches from yours now, and you catch the faint trace of his clean, masculine scent mixed with the day's exertion. You swallow hard, your mind swirling with a mix of frustration and this new, electric tension. 'I just... I wanted to do better,' you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, shy and vulnerable as you lean into his touch without meaning to. He doesn't pull away; instead, his hands move to cup your face gently, his thumbs brushing

The moment stretches, your pulse pounding in your ears as his eyes search yours, a quiet intensity building. 'Let me help you see that,' he says, his words laced with a promise of more, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. You feel the warmth of his body seeping into yours, his caring nature shining through in every careful movement, and a soft sigh escapes your lips as desire quietly takes root. He steps even closer, his chest nearly touching yours, the anticipation hanging heavy in the air, leaving you yearning for whatever comfort he might offer next.
your flushed cheeks in a way that feels both supportive and intimate.

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You wake up tied to a wall.
Chained to the ceiling and the inescapeable feeling of being pulled down by the weights at your feet. You were barely able to speak, and the guy, whoever he was just laughed.

“You look so pretty chained up like this.” The unfamiliar voice said, you scanned across the room to fine him, or even a sligh outline of him.

“W-where are y-you!” You whimpered, feeling dizzy and vision blurry you felt weak, and vulnerable.
“I’m right here sweetheart.” He didn’t feel like a normal person… You couldve sworn there were multiple hands on your waist, and neck.
He appeared right behind you, his breath right up against your neck.

“Why are you in distress?” He said leaning in closer to your face laughing menacingly.

“Whoew ary ywaou!!” You could barely even form coherant words.

“Thats right! I wouldnt be a very nice kidnapper if i didnt introduce myself to my pretty subject.”
He stood on a throne that looked like a bunch of.. dead bodies!? Your eyes widen at the thought of this guy on a bunch if bodies. Is this guy nuts!? well no shit-he’s kidnapped you.

“My name is Sukuna and i’ll be your master from now on. You shall obey me and every word i say.”
You squirmed in distress.

“Why are you in distress?” He says mockingly, his hands continuing their possessive exploration of your body. You can feel his hard chest pressed against your back, his muscular arms caging you in. One of his hands drifts up to wrap around your throat gently, just to remind you who's in charge.
“Whoever you are!” You whimper, trying to break free from his grip. Your vision is blurred, and you feel dizzy. You realize you’ve been drugged. He chuckles darkly, the sound echoing through the room.

"Such a cute reaction," Sukuna murmurs, his hand on your throat tightening slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to remind you of his strength. "You know what? I think I'll start with something simple." He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your earlobe. “Open.”

You whimper, not understanding what he wants. He growls softly, taking your chin between his thumb and index finger. He tilts your head back forcefully, "I said open. Your mouth." He slides his thumb past your lips without waiting for an answer, testing your response. Your mouth falls open instinctively around his thumb, and he hums in satisfaction. "Look at those pretty lips," he says, slowly moving his thumb in and out of your mouth like a small preview of what's to come.
He pumps his thumb in and out of your mouth slowly, his other hand still wrapped around your throat. "You're going to be so much fun to break," he whispers, his eyes dark with excitement and possession. Suddenly, he pulls his thumb out and spits in your mouth. "Swallow."
You choke on his spit, trying to turn your head away but his hand on your throat keeps you in place. He laughs darkly at your struggle, "Swallow it or I'll make you." His thumb presses against your windpipe threateningly. You have no choice but to swallow his spit down your throat.

"Now, let's get you out of these clothes," Sukuna says abruptly, grabbing a pair of scissors from a nearby table. He moves behind you again and starts cutting off your shirt with the sharp blades. "No sense in keeping these rags on," he comments coldly. He cuts through the fabric easily, exposing your back to the cool air. He tosses the cut shirt aside and immediately starts on your pants next. You're too drugged to fight back as he cuts through them too, leaving you completely naked in front of him. He runs his hands over your bare body possessively before suddenly lifting you up by the chains attached to your wrists and ankles.
In one swift motion, Sukuna slams you against the cold wall, the chains clanking loudly. He grinds his hard length against your back through his pants, one hand reaching around to roughly grope your breast while the other grips your throat tightly.
Sukuna suddenly releases your throat and spins you around to face him. His eyes are glowing red with his cursed energy as he grabs your face harshly and kisses you aggressively, biting your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. He breaks the kiss abruptly and whispers cruelly,
“You’re kinda cute for someone so easy to break.”