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2025-10-01
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2025-10-01
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Kinky Tober 2025

Summary:

Submissions for Kinktober 2025 with prompts by SomnophiliaSweetheart. Thank you 🖤

Various Pairings but mostly Theodore Nott/Reader and Antonin Dolohov/Hermione Granger

Let's see how far I get 🙃

Tags are updated along the way...

Notes:

I saw SomnoSweetheart's Post on Instagram and thought, ' Yes, why not? '

I'll try to keep each prompt under 250 words and write for every prompt. But who knows what'll happen?

The first prompt was Degradation/Humiliation

Thank you for reading. Kudos and Comments are appreciated 🖤

Chapter 1: On the Floor

Chapter Text

“Come in, take off your rucksack, open your trousers.”

Theo‘s look is pure astonishment, and for a short moment, he stands in the hall, staring at you, his hands clinging to the straps of his bag. His chocolate curls sticking to his forehead, slightly out of breath, he opens his mouth to say something but you only shake your head and point to the kitchen.

“I won‘t repeat it. When your trousers are open, lie down on your stomach on the floor. Arms wide.”

You leave him be, but listen carefully. And after five more seconds, you make out the rustling noises of his obedience. You know he had a stressful day at the Ministry, and needs to shut off his head. And you‘re more than willing to flip the switch.

When you turn around, he finally lies at your feet.

“I know what you need, Theo. I didn‘t sweep the floors intentionally. Do you like it?”

He whimpers pitifully but declares. “Yes, my Queen. You always know what I need.”

“Good.” You chuckle. “Now, kiss my boots.”

His hands eagerly shoot forward, encircling your dirty shoes with both hands as he starts to kiss them.

Theo's face is already muddy when you order, “That‘s enough.”

He whines, and you can already feel the slick between your legs.

Stepping over his shaking thighs, you order him to put his forehead on the floor, his arms already outstretched to the left and right again.

Then you violently pull his trousers down until his arse is on full display, get the cane from the corner, and without hesitation, it buzzes through the air and leaves a glaring red line on his skin.

Your grin turns wicked when he cries out, “Fuck you!”

Chapter 2: Blinded

Summary:

Hermione knew it was a bad idea to try this.

Notes:

The second prompt was Blindfolds.

Thank you for reading. Kudos and Comments are appreciated 🖤

Chapter Text

Hermione wasn’t so sure if this had been such a good idea. Her craving for control was stronger than she thought.

Everyone already made fun of her. As if her inner control freak wasn’t the direct result of her lost childhood and a won war in which she had played no insignificant part.

Due to the blindfold wrapped tightly around her head, her naked body was covered in goosebumps from anticipation. It felt like she could hear every rustle, every noise the old house made in the wooden floors, every breeze sweeping through the room from under the door.

Hermione's body froze when she heard her husband’s resolute strides on the carpeted hall outside their bedroom.

“Fuck,” she whispered. What had she been thinking? She needed to see—

Panicking, she tried to loose the knot at the back of her head, but it was too late.

“Tststs, are you trying to cheat, Malyschka?”

Chapter 3: Owls

Summary:

You knew Theo wouldn't make it.

Notes:

The third prompt was Orgasm Control

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Chapter Text

The moment the owls started to arrive, you knew Theo wouldn’t make it.

By the end of the day, you refused fifteen of the birds entry to your office, and let another ten waste away on the windowsill.

But two Howlers made it through:

“Please, Mistress. Please! Don’t do this to me. I can't take it anymore. Please.”

His pleading voice curled your lips in a pleased smile the whole day. Everyone in your office wondered what had happened.

“Please, Mistress. I haven't touched myself since Monday like you wanted. Don’t cancel our meeting this evening. PLEEEEAAAAASEEE!”

Barely whispering, Theo’s voice added shortly before the red envelope turned to ash, “I was so good for you.”

Chapter 4: Tears in the...

Summary:

You want to make Theo cry.

Notes:

The fourth prompt was Water Sports

(Never thought I would write some water sports one day. Haha :D)

Thank you for reading. Kudos and Comments are appreciated 🖤

Chapter Text

You don't mind the warm puddle of liquid you’re standing in with your bare feet. The picture before you is just too delicious to care about it.

The noises coming from Theo’s mouth fill your stomach like cotton candy. Soft whimpers like sugary clouds. Tasty, delicate and so easy to destroy.

He tries hard not to lie down in the golden pool but stands no chance when you put your dripping foot on his temple and press his head down while the leash attached to the collar around his neck becomes taut in your hand.

You relish the feeling of power that comes from shattering his pathetic whimpers. Besides, you love to make him cry.

“Don’t you want to be good for me, boy?” You ask in a stern voice while the drops from your foot run over his face and mingle with his tears.

Chapter 5: Watercolour

Summary:

Hermione's cheeks look beautiful.

Notes:

For the fifth prompt I chose Spanking

Thank you for reading. Kudos and Comments are appreciated 🖤

Chapter Text

With shaky legs, Hermione looked into the mirror over the sink, steadying herself with her hands on both sides of the cold porcelain.

Her cheeks were slightly swollen and red, and her eyes looked like she had cried, which she had.

A self-satisfied grin split her lips, and she turned around to look at her other cheeks.

Beautiful.

Her burning skin depicted the most gorgeous watercolour painting she had ever seen.

Angry red, midnight blue, black dots, amethyst purple, and a few green streaks melted together on her milky skin, leaving her in awe and her brain calm.

“Do you like my work, Malyschka?”

Nodding with glittering eyes, Hermione looked up to her delicious secret.

Antonin Dolohov stood in her bathroom, watching her with a smug smile on his lips that showed off his deathly dimples.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

His eyes widened only slightly with her words. But she had seen it and started to giggle until it turned into a happy squeal when he swooped her up under her bum, pressing her naked breasts against him, making her bury her hands in his hairy chest.

“Who would have thought that you're such a good girl, Miss Granger?”