(Happy Easter! ) Hiiii, In The Headcanons You Did About The Reader Who Escaped For Years, How Long Do

(Happy Easter! 🐇) Hiiii, in the headcanons you did about the reader who escaped for years, how long do you think it would take for the characters to trust their darling after escape attempt? Have a wonderful day! 🫶

I will have a wonderful day(it’s 5:00 in the morning where I am) thank you

Warnings: torture

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Feitan

Feitan will never trust you again your gonna be used as a slave for the rest of your life once he gets you back

He might give you privileges like cooking or having a bed back but when he has a meeting with the troupe your chained to the wall

If you ask him for forgiveness he’s gonna straight up cackle in your face and rough you up a bit

The only reason your aloud to cook is because he wants to eat without having to make food so you do it

Shalnark

Shalnark is gonna take a while and you may start to think you got his trust back early on you didn’t he’s just tricking you into thinking that so you let your guard down

He’s gonna keep you in a dog cage until he trust you again, a big dog cage with lots of fluffy pillows and blankets but still a dog bed

He might fully treat you like a dog for a while just to humiliate you, making you beg for food and water every time you wanted some, and you gotta drink and eat it out of a bowl to

He holds a lot of stuff over your head after that, you won’t suck him off to get rid of his morning wood? Remember how nice he was when you ran away, he could have been cruel

He just uses it to guilt trip you

Phinks

Phinks folds the quickest, hearing your little cries coming from the room he locked you in is to much and he wants to hold and comfort you

He doesn’t give you all your privileges back and he’ll never fully trust you again but it’s better then nothing

He expects you to put an effort in your “relationship” now including intimate situations as well, he wants you to do stuff not just lay there and cry

Illumi

Illumi was livid when you escaped and he was livid when he found you, your never gonna get privileges or trust back

He just uses you a an incubator for his heir until he has one and after he has his fairly large family your going on birth control and your just his sex toy that he uses for stress relief

He’ll let you have a knife for cooking which he also makes you do all off

He’s gonna be hitting you a lot more as well, if he didn’t do it often before he does now

Hisoka

You don’t get privileges, you don’t even get to eat most of the time, your his personal flesh light until he forgives and stops beating you up every chance he gets but your still his personal sex doll and your only job is to warm his bed from now on

He’ll let you freely use the bathroom and eat without begging but don’t take it for granted because he can hold a grudge

If you start asking for stuff again he might beat you up to remind you of your place again so just don’t

Chrollo

You better have enjoyed your little vacation because your never gonna see the light of day again, your tied up in his basement, attached to a little bed with access to a small kitchen and a bathroom but it’s far from freedom

He’s still gonna get you pretty dresses but they are only for him to see

He’s never gonna trust you, he’s gonna hold everything over your head from now on, he got you a tight skimpy dress that you don’t even like? Your gonna have to set an alarm because he wants to wake up to a blow job to make his morning wood go down

It’s not gonna be the worst but it won’t be nearly what it was before

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pet.

sometimes, it was better to listen. and sometimes, it didn't matter a damn thing.

tw. yandere, noncon, dubcon, restraints, collared, use of leash, pet play, oral (male receiving), past physical abuse, reader is also kicked, use of sir, use of baby/slut/cumslut/pet, scars, eating his cum (on rice), master/slave, captivity (mention of being locked in a cage)

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: i will work through your guys' requests soon! i just had this pre-written and decided to post it before i head to bed :)

“come on, pretty. open that mouth for me.”

his words are taunting, and without even having to look up at gojo’s face you can already tell he’s smirking that wide grin of his. 

forced to your knees, hands tied behind your back with rope that bites into your sensitive skin. you have ever present marks all over your body, bruises and marks that will never fade because every day, no matter how hard you try to behave – you still end up tied up in some way or another. it’s long been made clear that gojo doesn’t tie you up for punishment or the fear of you running away; he likes it.

he likes tying you up, bending you in every little way that fits his fancy. he likes seeing you at his complete mercy, held together by some kind of rope or restraint. it doesn’t matter how. it doesn’t matter when. he gets some sort of sick enjoyment out of you bound; ass in the air, suspended so even your feet are hanging, hands locked behind you back so that you can’t do a damn fucking thing to defend yourself as he manhandles you into every position possible. 

today was the first day in a few he hadn’t left.

when you’d woken up in your cage that morning, you’d expected the same thing it was every day. gojo’ll let you out of your cage, to the bathroom, some breakfast that is usually something mashed together in such a way you can’t even really tell what you’re tasting (something tells you though that it’s not always made for humans) and then you’re locked back up in your cage until he gets home later that day and does whatever he wants with you then. every day is different. the only sense of normalcy is your morning routine and then being left in the cage all day. you’ve even begun enjoying your days in the cage – it was the only time gojo wasn’t there, wasn’t hovering over you, touching you, pleasuring you, torturing you… fucking you.

it was your only time alone and you’ve started to crave it.

started craving being left in a cage, on your hands and knees where you’re forced to hold in your piss and shit unless you want to face the wrath of gojo when he gets home. hours spent like a dog with no company, no entertainment and yet, you love it.

you think that’s what hurts the most.

but gojo hadn’t left this morning. after he’d let you out to pee, watching you as you wiped yourself and brushed your hands and teeth, he’d dragged you by your leash over to the bed. after tying your hands behind your back, you were spun, forced to your knees in between his legs.

“i won’t ask you again.”

pulled from your thoughts, you’d nearly forgotten the order given to you seconds prior.

you already know what to expect without having to ask. so, you don’t. instead, you obey his order without a second more of hesitation, fearing your punishment should you do so, and let your lips part. you open your mouth wide, wide enough it strains along the corners of your mouth, and stick your tongue out, tilting your head back ever so slightly. there’s a hum from gojo’s lips, before you feel the familiar sensation of his coarse and lean fingers in your mouth. 

they press against your tongue, pushing hard that makes your eyes squint in discomfort; you have to fight the urge to close your mouth and pull your tongue back. 

peering through squinted eyes, you watch gojo grin madly.

his fingers push back, two sliding along your tongue until it hits the back of your mouth. gojo doesn’t stop, keeps pushing back until that tickle floods through you and you can feel yourself gagging around the intrusion. 

“keep your mouth open, kitten.”

the order is clear and your eyes squeeze shut to try and obey, coughing and gagging around his lips as you try not to throw up as he ruthlessly pushes his fingers further back. the intrusion burns and you try to pull back, only for gojo’s free hand to fall on the back of your head, holding you in place. all you can hear is your gagging, the sound of your spit building up and throat choking around his fingers all whilst he simply watches you. you can’t see his face anymore, but you can feel his eyes digging into you, watching with undivided focus as you choke on his fingers.

then, finally, he’s pulling away, and you cough, trying to catch your breath, swallowing back the spit that’d built up. a harsh slap to your cheek pulls you from your own suffering, and through teary eyes, you watch him, letting your lips part once more, sticking your tongue out like he’d taught you.

he spits in your mouth.

it’s sudden and without hesitation. you see him staring back at you one moment, vision blurred, and then feel the cold, foreign hit across your tongue.

“swallow it.”

he keeps his hands to himself, watching. Waiting. ready to punish should you disobey.

closing your mouth, you swallow the spit, ignoring the disgust you feel well within you as it slides down the back of your throat. and then, when you’re done, you part your lips once more, showing him.

“good girl,” he soothes, brushing back a strand of loose hair and tucking it behind your ear. “now keep your mouth open for me. i have a surprise.

your brows furrow in confusion, but you don’t have to wonder long before there’s metal being pressed in between your teeth, prying them apart. the familiar sensation of something foreign being forced between your lips quickly registers in you, and you feel gojo lean forward, looping the gag around your head and locking it in place firmly.

except, this ball gag is different from anything he’s used on you before. there’s no hard plastic ball in between your lips and instead, you can stick your tongue through the opening around the metal ring locking your mouth in place.

“remember that gag I told you about?” gojo explains at your confused face, pulling back to meet your gaze. “we’re gonna try it out today, okay?”

the memory comes to mind then, heart sinking.

"i planned to make you suck me off too," he explains, "bought a special gag for it too. but we'll save that for later."

that horrible day – the first day of the rest of life spent in captivity. you’ve never experienced peace since.

the words hit you like a slap to the face and you can’t help the whimper that leaves your lips.

“no, no, kitten. no need for that.” gojo shushes, shaking his head at you as he grabs your jaw, pulling your gaze up and back on him. you stare into his eyes fearfully, feeling the way your heart starts to pound madly against your chest, and try to shake your head. gojo just tightens his grip, frowning. “stop arguing.” it’s a simple order, but his voice is laced with threat, and despite the terror pounding at you, you quickly halt, digging your nails into your palms behind your back.

he watches you a moment longer, making sure, and when he’s satisfied, you watch him move to his jeans. he easily unbuckles the jeans, pulling down the zipper and pulling his cock from its confines with ease. almost immediately his dick slaps back into his stomach, standing straight up and very clearly hard. His cock chokes and hurts you to take him even without the gag.

there’s precum leaking from the tip, slightly red, and you can tell by the expression on gojo’s face it had been aching before; it makes you sick to think that he’d gotten hard watching you choke on his fingers and then swallow his spit.

“i haven’t fed you breakfast yet, have i?”

confused, your eyes flicker away from his dick and back up to his face.

gojo reaches behind himself, pulling a bowl of rice from behind him that you’d never even noticed him grab. you blink at the sight of it, stunned at how you could’ve missed him hold that and also the fact that it’s the first bowl of real food you’ve seen in days; let alone the fact that it’s in a real bowl and not a dog bowl like he usually made you eat out of it. it was real food. rice. and even though it was so incredibly simple, you felt your mouth water, drool pooling down your chin at the thought of finally being able to eat something… human.

and out of a bowl made for humans.

you’re too excited to notice the lack of chopsticks.

“if you suck me off and make me cum, i’ll let you eat this.”

eyes falling back on gojo’s, your gaze glows.

“oh, i know, y/n,” he coos at you, petting your face with his free hand, fingers ghosting across your cheek. you’re too distracted by the food and his words to even really notice his touch, or the way your stomach has started to growl in response. “it’s been a while since you’ve been able to eat human food, huh? forced to eat all that gross dog food.”

so, it was dog food.

you’d practically already known, but it was a whole new experience being told that what you’ve been eating for the past few days has been… dog food.

still, you hardly care now if it means you’ll get to eat that rice. you’ll give no response and happily suck gojo off if it’ll mean he’ll give it to you. maybe… maybe if you do a good enough job, he’ll continue to let you eat human food.

even if it’s just rice.

you’ll eat rice for the rest of your life if it means you’ll never be forced to eat dog food again. even if it’s out of a dog bowls.

“suck me off and i’ll let you eat it, okay?”

you eagerly nod, shifting forward on your knees to try and get closer, ignoring the way you nearly stumble forward and fall right into his laugh. gojo laughs at the action, but you pay it no mind, quickly sitting up and tilting your head back. your lips are already parted due to the gag, but you let your tongue loll out, staring gojo right in the eye.

gojo chuckles; “if i’d known it’d take a bowl of rice to get you so eager, i would’ve done this a lot sooner.”

“please,” you try to beg through the gag, words gargled.

gojo takes them as eagerness to suck his dick, and you don’t care either way.

gripping the back of your head, gojo slowly guides his cock past the ring of the gag and slowly into your mouth. the intrusion is strange, even more so with the gag in your mouth restricting your movements, and you feel your eyes squeeze shut as his cock hits the back of your throat, making you choke lightly.

“keep your eyes on me, baby,” gojo guides, “i want to see you fall apart.”

you’re quick to listen, forcing your eyes open and staring up at him through your lashes. he’s grinning down at you, wide and clearly pleased as you press your tongue to the base of his cock, the only part of this you can control and you make sure to use it to please him, hoping it’ll reward you in the end. 

gojo starts off slow. guiding your head by your hair around his dick, before slowly up, and then back down. but second by second his pace quickens, and you can see the way it makes him feel as his face twists in pleasure, soft grunts echoing in the air. you try to control your own gag reflex as you’re forced down on his cock repeatedly, hitting the back of your throat and causing you to cough. you can feel the saliva building, drooling down your chin and neck and hitting your breasts before making a puddle on the floor beneath you. the wetness helps lube gojo’s dick though, making it easier down your throat as he pulls and pushes you up and down.

the only sound heard in the room is his soft moans of pleasure and you choking around his length.

his cock is long and lean. It’s not so much the girth, but rather how far back it goes down your throat, hitting the back of your throat and causing your eyes to water from the pressure. you’d only given gojo head a few times before all of this and that had been with more control (as much as gojo would allow)  – you’d been allowed the use of your hands and been able to set your own pace. when you’d done it then, it had been because you loved him and wanted him to feel good. you’d taken your time, kissed up the base of his cock, played with his balls, licked him up and down, kissed the tip and had slowly, but surely brought him to an orgasm.

with your hands behind your back, there’s no way for you to steady yourself. you’re completely out of control, and the thought brings the faintest bit of panic to the surface, unable to stop or control the way he ruthlessly pounds your mouth on his cock. you can’t even argue in defiance with your mouth not only gagged but currently sucking on his cock.

but you never close your eyes. staring through the tears, you make sure to keep looking at him, letting him laugh at you and ignoring the way it burns in embarrassment.

“look at you,” gojo grunts, voice cracking slightly in pleasure. “taking my cock so well.”

you gurgle around his length, coughing.

“your mouth was made for me. this is what you were made to do.”

and it burns. his words. but you simply just let him continue moving your head to his discretion, trying to nod in agreement if that’ll make him happier.

“my little cockslut, huh? right, baby?”

you nod to the best of your ability, humming and sending a vibration through your throat that has his head flipping back, a loud groan falling from his lips.

he’s growing close, you can tell. his movements become frantic and his face beads up with sweat as his nails dig into the back of your head, pulling on your hair faintly.

and then, just as you think he’s about to cum into your mouth, he pulls away. gojo basically shoves you back, without a care for you, and it takes you a second to find your balance, fumbling on your knees and bending your arms awkwardly behind you as you try to push yourself up. you feel a wad of spit dribble down your chin, and your confused gaze turns back to gojo, not sure what happened or what you’d done wrong; only to see him holding the bowl of rice up against the tip of his dick, and his cum pour all over the rice.

your entire body freezes, shoulders tensing, eyes widen in disbelief as you watch him cum all over your rice. his hand holds the base of his cock, directing the cum all over the bowl, hitting every corner.

gojo’s eyes fall on you then, grinning wildly. 

“just had to add the final touches, baby.”

your heart falls to the pit of your stomach, shoulders slumping in defeat as you watch your semblance of hope fade right in front of your eyes. it was sad enough that a bowl of rice had been your reasoning for hope but after days of being forced to eat dog food out of a dog bowl, degraded beyond belief, treated like nothing but a glorified pet used for someone else's pleasure… being able to eat rice out of a bowl had seemed like a miracle.

and gojo had ripped that from you with a simple reminder that you weren’t human anymore. not to him at least.

you didn’t have freedom. you didn’t have the choice to eat what you wanted, how you wanted. you couldn’t walk anymore, you couldn’t even talk when you wanted.

all you were was his pet.

“oh, baby, don’t tell me you thought I’d really just give you the rice, did you?”

at his mocking tone, your eyes flicker from the rice to his eyes, watching as he frowns at you, mocking your expression, shaking his head. 

“of course you had to have some seasoning with it, right?”

of course.

of course.

“come here, y/n.” he grabs your leash, the one attached to that stupid pink collar that hasn’t left your neck in days and probably never would again. he pulls, guiding you forward, and you have no choice but to listen unless you want to fall flat on his face. and when you’ve shuffled in front of him once again, snug between his legs, he reaches behind and unlatches the gag, pulling it from your lips. you swallow the second your mouth is free, eyes flickering from the bowl to his gaze.

he nods, “go ahead.”

and you know exactly what he means.

you notice then the lack of chopsticks. he’s not even going to let you use your hands. it was silly to ever think otherwise.

lowering your head, you hesitate only a second longer before parting your lips and pressing your face into the bowl. the rice is cold, clearly having been cooked a while ago, but his cum is still warm, the mixture of it is absolutely disgusting in your mouth. but you chew and swallow anyway. you keep chewing and swallowing, bite after bite, digging your head further into the bowl, until all that’s left is nothing but a few crumbs.

when you look back up at gojo, rice smeared on your lips, cum across your cheek, looking like nothing but a pig, he just glances back down at the bowl; “lick it clean.”

you do so without complaint.

sticking your tongue out, you lick the bowl until it’s completely clean – not a single trace of anything left and then some more.

Gojo grabs a handful of your hair, yanking your head up and out of the bowl, right up so he can lean forward and meet your eyes. he watches you for a moment, letting his eyes flicker across your face which you’re sure looks like a mess, before he sneers; “you’re disgusting.”

and the words hurt. shoot straight to your heart. but you don’t argue.

you are disgusting – at least, you certainly feel that way.

“you just ate my cum like it was a glorified meal,” he laughs, shaking your head by the hair, “and now my cum is smeared all over your face and you can’t do a single thing about it.” leaning in close, he pulls harder, causing you to wince. “how does that make you feel?”

you stare back at him, unsure how to answer. gojo hardly lets you speak and more often than not, your mouth is in a gag.

“i asked you, how does that make you feel?”

“g-good, sir,” you stumble out, not sure if you’re saying the right thing. terrified that you aren’t. “your cum makes me feel good, sir. It’s delicious.”

he grins wide, and you ease when you realize you’ve said the right thing.

“and what are you?”

“i’m your cumslut, sir.”

Gojo tilts his head; “that’s right. you’re nothing but my little cumslut. and cumsluts are only good for one thing. pleasuring their masters and taking all their cum, isn’t that right, slut?”

you nod the best you can in his grip.

“isn’t that right?”

“yes, sir, that’s right,” he tugs on your hair, scalp burning. “thank you, sir! thank you!”

letting go of your hair, you collapse once his grip is gone, falling to your side, unable to catch yourself. gojo stands then, setting the bowl aside and towers over you. you wince at your fall, before flickering your gaze up at him, staring fearfully up at him.

“say it again,” he orders, “say thank you to your owner.”

before you can even get the words out, there’s a harsh kick to your stomach, flipping you over so you’re on your back, arms pinned beneath you, staring straight up at him.

“thank you, sir! thank you so much!” you cry, afraid he’ll kick you again. just wanting to stop. You barely register what you’re saying. you just want it to stop. you need it to stop. “thank you for letting me be your cumslut! your cum was delicious, sir! I loved it! thank you so much, sir!”

his laugh has you pausing, watching as he throws his head back in pure bliss.

“that’s right,” he stares down at you. “thank your owner for giving you the privilege of eating his cum.”

body curling in on yourself in shame, you nod.

“thank you for letting me taste your cum, sir.”

ꕥ — Found Someone Better

Featuring — Tonowari x fem!avatar!reader [ brief Jake x Neytiri x fem!avatar!reader ]

About — the treatment you received from people who claimed they loved pushed you to move to a foreign land and into the arms of your true soulmate.

Content — Volume 1 = Pre-Atwow, Volume 2 = Current/Post Atwow, hurt, comfort, angst, fluff, smut [later in series], pregnancy [later in series], ooc Jake, ooc Neytiri, domestic violence [with Jake and Neytiri], implied divorce/breakup [with Jake and Neytiri], widow!Tonowari, drama, implied neglect // [more to be added]

Advisory — Topics in this series can be found triggering to some so if you are one of those people please don’t interact. All parts of this story will have content warnings at the top of them so before clicking ‘read more’ please read them to make sure you’re comfortable with the topics that are being covered. Remember, you’re responsible for what you consume.

Notes — This is the first series I’ve worked on in a long time and I’m so excited to be finally sharing it with you guys. This series will have layers to it so get ready for an emotional roller coaster ride!!

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VOLUME I

Chapter One: The End Of An Era

Chapter Two: Forest Meets Reef

Chapter Three: TBA

Chapter Four: TBA

Chapter Five: TBA

VOLUME II

Chapter One: TBA

Chapter Two: TBA

Chapter Three: TBA

・More chapters to be determined…

SPECIAL ADDITIONS

・Coming soon…

Girl, I Do This Often

Synopsis. How does he cope with a séx ban? He doesn’t.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, rough séx, unprotected, stuff with pantíes, gaggíng, bréeding, Nanami is a bit mean, overstím, finger suckíng, really desperate boys, light smackíng (Nanami), bondagé + víbrators (Geto), swearing.

Word count. 5.2k

A/N. Guess what, ya girl just turned 19 yippeeeee.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - 4 days

On the first day, Toji’s more amused than anything.

A sex ban? With him? Ridiculous, he predicted a full 24 hours before you come crawling back, just begging to be split-apart on his cock. And he tells you so, too - a little over five times as he kisses your pouty lips, muttering a smug, “You’ll be eating your words soon enough, doll.”

By the third day, he’s beginning to think that okay, maybe you were serious about the ban after all. How cute - real cute. 

He’s left to do nothing but complain pathetically on the phone to a very reluctant Shiu. Who doesn’t have much to say other than cut off Toji’s ramblings about “not having your pretty pussy all day” to groan, “Shut the fuck up and beg for her forgiveness. I’m hanging up.”

Toji can only scoff at the thought. Beg for forgiveness? Him? Toji Fushiguro never begs, he never-

That was until the fourth day. 

With you - bent over the kitchen counter in his t-shirt - and nothing but his t-shirt.

“Please, pretty.” Toji drags his lips down your neck, just loving the way your traitorous hips are grinding back into his. “Said m’sorry, right? Don’t ya miss this?”

And you can only look behind your shoulder at the big arms around your waist, muscled thighs pressed up against yours. Angling your head just right to catch the way his hands snake down to your squirming hips to help you draw slow little circles against the rock-hard erection straining against his pants.

So close. So big.

Big enough that you’re almost thinking of throwing this sec ban out of the window altogether - almost.

But that little smirk of Toji’s is infuriating enough that you’re gasping out a breathless little, “I-I’m still mad at you, y’know? You never let me-” The words die in your throat as Toji pulls his pants down just enough for his aching cock to spring free. So angry and painfully hard, leaking hot precum all over your thighs. 

“No no no- hah. Keep talking.” he grits out, breath hot against your ear. Hips pushing and pulling. “Please- keep talking.”

And fuck you didn’t know what was harder - trying to find your voice, or ripping your eyes away from Toji’s cock long enough that you could. 

“B-because you-” you choke out, watching the way he takes his massive cock in his hands. Staring to pump so slow - so lazy - no rhythm or reason other than getting off so filthily to the sound of your voice. “You never let me take-” He wraps your smaller hands around his dick, so hot and heavy in your palms. “-charge.”

“F-fuck-” Toji lets out a low hiss, head thrown back as you thumb teasingly under his sensitive slit, trying to fuck something delicious out. “Yer killin’ me doll. Killing me.” Whether from your words or from the way you’re sliding him so lewdly between your puffy folds, you didn’t know. 

And Toji didn’t either. Hell, he doesn’t even seem to be breathing as he shifts his toned hips so familiarly. Head filled with only you and your heavenly cunt and you. 

“Toji-” you mewl. “Need you so bad.”

If he was any lesser man, Toji would’ve just bullied himself into your dripping cunt already, fucked you into the counter until there was nothing about any sex ban in your pretty lil’ mind. Instead, he’s panting out an absolutely wrecked, “Please. Then take all the charge you want, pretty.”  Fat head lining up with your sloppy hole. “Next time.”

And oh has it really been that long?

Because Toji’s just barely pushing into your plushy walls, and he already feels like he could cum right then and there. The stretch too sinful. Your walls too tight. So cute how you’re already mumbling his name so deliriously. 

“Awww,” he coos, watching awe-struck at the way you flatten your hands on the counter, fucking yourself back into him in short, shallow little grinds. “The s-sex ban was for ah- nothing, huh?”

You’re pulling him impossibly closer by the hair, catching his lips in such a searing kiss. Drinking in Toji’s guttural grunt as you bite down on his lower lip, “Are ya gonna sh-shut up n’ fuck me or do I need ngh- another sex ban?”

“No, ma’am.” he grins, kissing back so mockingly soft. And you know he’s making fun of you with the way he’s twitching so wildly inside your pussy. Veins dragging against all the right spots as he reels his hips back, back, back - only to slam his cock fully inside. “Guess you’re the one mm- in charge right now, huh?”

Over and over again. Fucking you exactly the way he’s wanted these past four days - and then some. 

Hitting your cervix - but it feels like your fucking lungs. Heavy balls smacking against your ass, so hard that he’s sure it’ll leave some obscene marks for him to point out next time. One hand around your throat, the other keeping your slutty, trembling hips in place while you’re torn between running away and bucking back for more more more-

“Right here.”

It’s all you can do to whirl your head around, eyes glassy and unfocused, whining a broken, “Wh-what?” 

“Right…” Trailing down, featherlight, right where he knew he was wrecking your insides. “Here. S’where I belong.” Pressing hard. “N’ m’gonna make sure you don’t forget it.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - 1 week

A week. One week of being patient with your silly idea to “spice things up”. One week of pretending like he wasn’t excusing himself during important meetings to have his cock in his hands - thinking of nothing but you and that sinful little dress you had on today.

One week was all it took for Nanami to have a bad day at work. And you could tell when he did. 

By the way that front door slammed, unfamiliarly harsh footsteps sounding against the hardwood floors. And all it takes is one look at you laid out so prettily on the couch and Nanami’s mouth drops into a soft oh! 

One hand immediately loosening his tie, the other snaking down to his belt. Ashen, tense, - and you have half the mind to wonder whether he’s even breathing. 

Not even looking at you as he mutters a low, “Panties off. Spread those legs.”

That was a few hours ago. 

Before you knew it, your husband had you splayed out like such a slut for him on the couch - too starved to even think about making it to the bed. Legs on his sculpted shoulders, panties in tatters on the floor because you were taking too fucking long. Cock so angry and sensitive as he bullies into your snug cunt, stuffing you full of his cum.

Again. And again and again like he wanted to fuck any and every thought of that stupid sex ban out of your delirious mind. 

“K-Kento- what-” he pulls you into a bruising kiss. Just a sloppy clash of teeth and spit and hands everywhere. “You’re ngh- different.”

At this, Nanami has the audacity to laugh - laugh. Hips snapping impossibly deeper, “Yeah? N’ who’s fault is hah- that? Who’s fault is it th-that we ended hngh- up like-” Pushing your knees all the way up to your tits, groaning at the mess of cum and slick pooling beneath you. “-this?”

Cock just ramming into you, prominent veins nudging against your gummy walls so agonizingly. The couch creaking in protest as he uses your pretty lil’ cunt exactly the way he’s been fantasizing this past week.

And when all you can do is let out delirious little moans in response, Nanami raises his hand up, up, up. Coming down on your ass, hard. 

Smack!

“Didn’t you know we’d end up here?”

Oh the words hit you harder than that large palm-print stinging your ass. Tight pussy clenching and trying to milk the fucking soul out of him as you sob, “I- I didn’t-” Smack! You’re jolting at the impact, hips bucking wildly as you gasp, “-I did! Wanted this so bad, Kento. I did I did-”

And yeah, Nanami knew that. He knew you’d pulled this little “sex ban” stunt to make him break - to have him fuck you like the slut you are. But hearing the words from your pretty mouth had his balls squeezing so painfully. 

“Knew it.” he manages to grit out. “Knew you were such a slut, my love.” Words strained with each harsh thrust, “N’ as my slut, y-you can ngh- take one more, right?” You keen at how soft his tone was, like he was whispering sweet little nothings to you instead of promises to absolutely break you. Fingers trailing down to draw lewd patterns on your throbbing clit, “Right?”

And as if to prove you could, he’s squeezing his swollen cock harder into your plushy walls. Faster. Unforgiving. Fat, leaking tip hitting all those sweet spots he’s mapped out, in time with his abuse on your clit.

“Didn’t hah- have to lock myself in my office for nothing, right?” Pulling your trembling hips flush against his toned ones, “Have to get by with j-just a pretty picture this week for nothing?” Hips out of control now. Bruising. Almost painful with the stretch and the sheer pressure of being so full. “S’all for this, right?”

Smack! 

“Oh God, Kento- Fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

“Yeah? Feels good?” he nips at your lower lip, “Good enough to fuck- take another one?”

You were sure if he came once more then it might just be the death of you.

You’re not even lucid enough to realize what reaction you’re giving him - all you know is that it isn’t good enough for Nanami. 

Because he lets out a tut, hand dancing across your stomach to where he knew he was absolutely making a mess of you inside. 

“Fine.” And something about the way he says it makes your heart stop, already knowing that it didn’t bode well for you or your poor cunt. “Guess I hafta ngh- help you.” Sure enough, Nanami wastes no time before pushing down on your abdomen. 

The both of you watch - awe-struck and speechless - as your overfilled pussy gushes all around him. 

And shit neither of you can even begin to think of what a bitch it’ll be to clean out this couch later on. Too caught up in the way you’re soaking Nanami’s merciless cock in that sinful mix of cum and slick. Thick, and hot, drooling down the side of your puffy folds. 

“See? Enough space, no?”

You raise your eyes, teary and hazy with lust, up to meet Nanami’s darkened ones and oh-

You weren’t going to make it out alive. 

Especially not when he leans down, whispering so raggedly in your ear, “Now I get to give ya another week’s worth more, right?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - 9 days

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt-

You didn’t know how it ended up this way. How that stupid bet about who’d be the needier one made Geto the one with the sex ban. 

How he had you tied across from him so prettily on the bed, a bullet vibrator stuffed up your dripping cunt, unable to do anything but whine and watch as he spreads his bare, muscled thighs.

Tip flushed your favorite shade of pink, matching those panties wrapped around his throbbing cock. So angry and leaking all over his fist as one hand slides up, up, up. The other, fiddling with that tiny metal remote. 

“You’re drooling, gorgeous. So desperate, huh?”

You know you aren’t - but you can’t help the way your face burns at your boyfriend’s low chuckle. Thighs squeezing together at the heavenly sight before you. “N-no fair, Sugu.” you whine. “I want to-”

Intensity setting 2.

But whatever words get stuck in your throat as Geto draws harsh, quick little circles on the intensity setting, smirking at the way you’re so wrecked already. 

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt-

“I-I want to-” he mocks your pathetic little whines, acting for all the life of him that they didn’t make his dick twitch so wildly in his hands. “My poor baby. S’not nice, right?” And if you were embarrassed before then it was absolutely nothing in comparison to when Geto knits his brows in mock concern, eyes locked on yours. Hand still moving down his cock, “But isn’t this what you wanted? With the sex ban? Isn’t this-” Hips bucking up to show off how sloppily he’s fucking his fist - and your panties along with it, “-what you were asking for?”

“No.” you’re tugging at the ties at your wrist, “I wanted…”

Intensity setting 3. 

But oh it’s like Geto was well and fully intent on leaving you speechless - and succeeding at it too. 

Because he immediately brings up your panties - flimsy and just so soaked - up to his face, breathing in so filthily. And as if he couldn’t help himself - as if he didn’t want to help himself - the remote falls out of Geto’s hand, “accidentally” locked on the highest setting, first wrapping around his cock to make a mess of himself. 

“F-fuck-” he cracks one eye open, balls squeezing so painfully at the way you were almost in tears trying to get some semblance of friction. “Heh, looks like I’m winning the bet.”

You scoff, but it comes out so pathetically like a whine. “You’re a cheater, I’d have w-won this bet otherwise.”

Ah, how Geto loved your smart mouth - though, he probably loved it even more when you’re fucked dumb. But, right now, bet at the forefront of his mind, the next best thing he could do is shove those sinful panties into your mouth. 

Hand flying up and down his cock faster and faster as you choke like such a slut on it. Greedily eyeing the way your lip wobbles, big fat tears welling up in your eyes, cunt all glistening and quivering as Geto blindly reaches behind to grab ahold of that remote again. 

Intensity setting 4. 

“And you’re too cute.” he drops his head, breath ghosting your lips. “So if you ask me nicely I might just-” Thumb playing around with the intensity, pressing down, hard. As if it would translate to your needy cunt, “-give you my cock, gorgeous.”

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt-

It’s all you can do to keen as his fingers get faster on the remote, other hand getting so sloppy on his painfully hard cock. Matching that sinful little ah! ah! ah! leaving your swollen lips. Sinful - and stubborn, still refusing to say those words that you knew Geto wanted to hear so badly. 

“Awww, still not giving up?” At your delirious little headshake, “Then how about this?” 

Intensity setting 5. 

And shit it makes you arch off the bed entirely. It makes you let out a strangled yelp of, “Oh- fuck. Fuck fuck fuck Sugu, m’gonna-” It makes you cum.

“Tha’s it.” Geto can’t help but let go of his aching cock to draw rough, messy little circles on your clit. Grinning at the way you’re so pretty when you cum untouched - all for him. Over and over and- He reaches over to catch your lips with his, tongue dancing with yours, around your soaked panties. 

So filthy and dizzying that he almost forgets about that bet - almost. Because you’re murmuring something so incoherent into his lips. 

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt-

God, doesn’t matter who wins next time - he needs to fucking do this again.

“What’s that?” he leans in tauntingly, pulling the fabric out of your mouth, finger still running circles around the intensity. Absolutely addicted to the way you’re twitching and whining at the aftershocks of your orgasm, “M’sorry, gorgeous, this vibrator is too loud. Speak up f’me, hm?”

“P-please fuck me, Sugu.”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - 21 hours

If Choso had it his way, then you’d both still be at home and he’d be balls-deep inside your sloppy pussy - fucking you over and over into the mattress until the neighbours file another noise complaint. 

But, alas, Jin Itadori was sure to hire a hitman - or worse, Sukuna - on him if he missed another family dinner. Which is how it ended up with you, sat so prettily across the table from him, watching through his long lashes at the way that red dress hugged you so sinfully. 

So right, in a way that made Choso almost jealous. So irresistibly, in a way that had Sukuna looking over a few too many times and-

Choso’s chair almost hits the floor with how fast he stands.

Fuck it.

“Sh-shit, Choso I-” 

“Keep ah- that dress up, baby. Unless ya wanna get it d-dirty.” he’s panting into your open mouth,  tongue so hotly toying with yours as he gives you another harsh thrust. “Though, I don’t ngh- mind.”

And he was telling the truth, too. Choso was in no way gentle with the way he had you sat on the bathroom counter, flimsy dress bunched up at your hips. Strong arms spreading your legs so shamefully while he bullied his cock into you with reckless abandon.

Over and over and-

“Cho!” you yelp, as he hits that one spot so expertly. Flashing you a fucked-out grin as how you’re scrambling to cover your mouth. “Th-they’ll hear.”

“So?”

And it’s all you can do to stop your jaw from falling slack once more - both in disbelief and at the way he’s fucking you so mean. So desperately like he hasn’t in months - years, even. Just unfocused, sloppy movements to milk his cock on your snug cunt.

“I don’t mind hah- that either.” Hand dipping underneath your soaked panties - just lazily pulled to the side - to roll your swollen clit between two fingers. “W-what I do mind is my oh- fuck girl holdin’ out on me and wearing that fucking dress on the s-same day.”

Oh you knew you were pushing the limits of your sex ban by wearing his favorite dress, that it would drive him absolutely wild. You just didn’t know it would be this easy.

“But you promised.” you’re letting out such broken little whines, muffled through your fingers, ones that go straight to Choso’s achingly hard cock. “You hngh- promised we wouldn’t at your family’s…”

The only response you get is Choso rolling his hips deeper into yours, so bruising in a way you knew would make you feel so guilty even when all the marks are covered up. Leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck in time with the way he alternates between hitting your poor, abused cervix and that one spot. 

Gasping out a ragged, “I know- I know I know fuck- Hah- I know.” Words strained - like he was losing a bit of his sanity with each thrust. And needed you to be the same. “But shit, baby. Do you know how p-pretty you look right now? Hngh- how fuckable?”

“Y-you’re so fuckin’ dirty.” you mewl, as if you were any better. As if your gummy walls weren’t sucking the fuckin soul out of Choso right now. “Should’ve made the ngh- sex ban even long-”

He bites down at the soft crook of your neck, growling out a little, “Don’t even joke about that.” 

And if Choso expected a response, then he didn’t act that way. 

Hips just erratic against yours, fingers even worse. Not even moving in circles anymore, just messy, sloppy patterns to-

No. 

You gasp at the realization, the deft movements of Choso’s fingers, and it just makes you all the more fucked-out underneath him. Scrambling to grab at the counter - Choso’s hair - his shoulders - just anything and everything to stop yourself from alerting the entire household to what you two were up to. Letting him fuck you like his favorite sextoy, fingers so so messy and spelling out a relentless little C-H-O-S-O-C-H-O-S-

And then you’re cumming and cumming so hard that it almost hurts. Stars behind your eyes, blood roaring in your eyes. Choso’s massive cock fucking any and every thought of the dinner just downstairs out of your mind. 

“F-fuck fuck fuck- ngh- we’re never coming back here for dinner again.”

And it’s all you can do to drag your nails down his broad back, leaving deep red marks that make his balls squeeze so painfully. 

It makes him throw his head back, gasping out your name so loud. It makes him pull your hips so bruisingly against his. 

It makes him cum, spilling thick, hot ropes of cum into your pussy. So messy with the way it’s too much to bear, dribbling down your swollen folds, forming a lewd little pool below you. And Choso doesn’t give a fuck - doesn’t care if he leaves marks that everyone will see. Or if that slutty dress of yours has a suspicious little damp patch as he swiftly pulls out to snap your panties back in place. 

Whispering lowly against your lips, “K-keep it in till we leave, hm?”

“Cho-”

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“The fuck? You brats fall in or something?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - 2 days

The great Ryomen Sukuna has always been terrifying - but never before has he been this ruthless. So utterly savage. Destroying every single curse he comes across in the blink of an eye - friend or foe, big or small. 

Why? All because he hasn’t been able to fuck your pretty lil’ cunt in two days. Which, in his opinion, are two days too long. All because of some stupid little experiment about wanting to see how long it would take to see the king of curses crack.

And when those trembling curses heard about this ah- sex ban through the grapevine, well, they wrote it off as another baseless rumor. Ha, Ryomen Sukuna cracking? Never. 

“Please…brat.” he bites down on your earlobe, further pushing up your expensive robes - ones he’d bought just to get on your good side - to sink his cock deeper inside your heavenly cunt. “There I said it. Now jus’ a bit more-”

And maybe you’re a mastermind - maybe you’re an idiot. Because you’re digging your heels into the mattress, pushing off ever-so-slightly from his aching hard cock. So thick and angry as it slips out of your sloppy hole. 

You bat your lashes so deceivingly innocently up at a pissed off Sukuna, “I didn’t like your tone.” Crossing your legs to cover that view he was so fixated on, “Either you beg n’ start all over again or-”

“Fine.” he grits out the word, like it physically hurt to. Though, nothing for what falls from his lips next, “Please.”

“Louder.”

“Please.”

There you had it. And you can’t help but smirk, “Well, I liked that one-”

Nothing more is said - in Sukuna’s eyes, nothing more has to be said. Because he’s got his favorite lil’ human all needy and spread so shamefully in front of him, what more could he want? Sukuna grabs your ankles, pulling you to him like a ragdoll. Wasting no time before he’s splitting you apart on his rock-hard cock.

“Ya don’t hah- know how many curses I killed these past two days.” he kisses your ankles so softly. “How many I wanted to kill.”

And God, if you didn’t know any better you’d say it’s like he wanted to kill you with the way Sukuna barely even gives you time to adjust. Stuffing you full of his cock, so hot and thumping against your gummy walls in a maddening little bump! bump! bump! 

Letting out a strangled moan of, “There you go.” Brows scrunching together, looking wrecked already as he rocks his hips into yours - fast. Hard. hands coming up underneath your ass to arch you deeper into him, “Squeezin’ me so- tight. Heh, almost ”

“Oh hngh- ‘Kuna!” you moan, eyes snapping down to the way your cunt was taking him up so good. Puffy folds bulging around his massive cock, looking like they were sucking the fucking soul out of Sukuna as his massive cock disappears in and out in and out in and- “S’too- much-”

“Shut up.” he drops his head, one hand so bruising all over your body - groping your ass, your tits, playing with your throbbing clit. “Ya wanted hah- me to talk, right? And I say-” The other, squeezing your cheeks together into a pathetic lil’ pout, “Open up.”

It’s so embarrassing the way you can’t do anything but let your mouth fall open so sluttily, tongue lolling out just in time to catch the stream of saliva as Sukuna spits once. Twice. 

So filthy with the way he lets it splatter against the corner of your mouth - on purpose. 

“Wanted the king to beg, huh?” Each word is punctuated by such a harsh thrust, twitching balls stinging against your ass. “Well you got it. H-how does it feel, huh?”

And you couldn’t speak up even if you wanted to. Sukuna’s hand too tight around your face, cock too merciless. Slamming his hips down faster and faster as he runs his mouth, like he was taking revenge for the last two days. Again. And again. And again and again-

Grinning at your delirious little gurgles, “Heh, what? Can’t talk?” 

And as if to prove his point, Sukuna loops two big arms around your waist, falling back on his knees with you sat like such a slut on his cock. Fingers lacing above your head to sink you impossibly deeper and deeper-

“Oh my god- K-” Your breath hitches as he fucks up into you so easily. Feeling more and more like some plaything with each ripple of his muscles underneath your legs. So hard you were sure it would leave marks - both confirming and condemning those rumors you knew have been flying around. His balls on your ass, thighs underneath yours, nails dragging lightly down your skin. 

Resting on your waist, holding your quivering hips still as he grunts, “Now shut up. M’gonna get my fill of the last two days.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - 4 hours

To the great Gojo Satoru, this droning, 4-hour meeting with the elders was a nightmare. To you, it was exactly where you wanted him

It wasn’t often that the strongest was tense - jittery, even, like he was about to jump out of his seat at any given moment. But, really, it was almost impossible not to, considering that stern talking-to you’d given him about “no sneaking out during meetings.” Especially when you’re sat across from him looking so beautifully unbothered.

Your smile too pretty, your uniform unbuttoned just enough that it gave him such a heavenly view when you bent over just so.  

Oh, how Gojo wishes he could just-

And that was when he felt it. 

That slow, slight touch up his inner thigh - so fleeting and light that he almost thinks he’s imagining it. But, no, Gojo could never mistake any touch from you. 

It sends his entire skin burning to catch your eye ever-so-briefly from across the table. A tiny smirk gracing those pretty lips as your heel inches up, up, up-

“Gojo, do you have anything to comment on the recent increase in curse sightings?”

He stifles a groan underneath one palm, the other snaking under the table just in time to catch your ankle before you can carefully slip away. “I think…” he manages to grit out, heady gaze flitting over to yours, “-that is a question my lovely wife and I must discuss first.”

Oh? 

And then, your back is hitting a plush mattress before you know it - long before the realization hits you that this bastard just fucking teleported the two of you to your bedroom. 

“T-Toru-” you sputter out, whatever reprimand getting stuck in your throat at how desperate Gojo was acting. Your uniform buttons hitting the floor as he rips open your shirt, hands bunching up your skirt, only having enough patience to just pull aside your soaked panties, rolling your pretty clit between two fingers. Needy. “The meeting-”

“The meeting isn’t here now, right?” 

Words so hoarse it takes you a moment to recognize it as your husband’s. You were only beginning to wonder just what the fuck you’ve gotten yourself into when Gojo tugs down his pants just enough that his rock-hard cock springs free.

And oh then it makes sense. Because Gojo was so hard that it looked painful - so so red, and angry. Soaked in enough precum that it made a damp little patch on his trousers, heavy balls twitching at the mere sound of your voice.

“D-didn’t I say no sneaking out this time, Toru?” You buck into his touch, despite your words, eyes locked on the way Gojo stops toying with your clit to pool your sweet sweet juices on his fingertips.

“You did.” Raising his long, glossy fingers to those pretty pink lips, “But this is teleporting, not sneaking out, sweetheart.”

Gojo’s like a man possessed as he pops your slick-covered fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the sinful taste. 

Gasping out a wet, “Fuck the ban. Can’t go without ya. Can’t-” One hand sliding his fat tip between your swollen folds, up and down up and down - spreading them apart, just barely dipping into your sloppy entrance. “-can’t live without this pretty cunt.”

And then it’s like something snaps - Gojo’s patience, his sanity, the last of his restraint as he sinks his throbbing cock into your plushy walls. 

Pushing past that first, tight ring of muscle, and at the first feeling of your gummy walls milking his cock, he pants out a strained, “Fuck- oh fuck fuck fuck, yer the stuff of dreams, my girl. This cunt- ngh-” Pushing your legs further apart, fingers back on your clit “-would’ve fucked this cunt right in ah- front of those old toads. But, you’re lucky I’m a jealous man.”

“Oh- oh my god, s’too- too- big!”

God, you needed to spread your legs more - as if they weren’t being folded apart so easily by a delirious Gojo - maybe breathe, try to relax because Gojo was so big. And so unforgiving. 

Feeling like he was pushing all the way into your lungs as he thrusts in quick, shallow little thrusts to bully himself inside your snug cunt. Jagged - like he was fighting with some absolutely, depraved, feral part of himself. 

You can feel the way your hips are torn between pushing away and grinding back down for more more more- And Gojo can, too.

“No-” he hisses. Brows scrunching in frustration, hips becoming more and more sloppy - frenzied. “No no no no no- hold on, sweetheart. Need this, need this so bad.”

Going faster. 

Deeper. 

You sob, ankles locking around his slutty waist. “B-but Toru-” You make a feeble last attempt at regaining your sanity. Your entire body jolting as Gojo presses so hard on your clit. “-we should ngh- hurry up. W-we’ll be late to the meeting-”

But does it really matter? Gojo doesn’t think so, not when he finally bottoms out in one, rough thrust. Groaning as his sensitive balls smack your ass.

Your cunt so slutty and tight - sucking him up so good despite your cute lil’ pleas about something stupid like “responsibilities”. 

So he really can’t help the way he wastes no time before reeling his hips back - all the way till his weeping tip is just kissing your sloppy hole. Before fucking into you completely - rough. Unrestrained. The same way he imagined taking you on that meeting room table. Over and over and-

“Not yet.” he grins against your lips, “We’re not done discussing the recent increase in curse sightings.”

A/N. Gojo’s came out toooo long I don’t even like this man fr (loud incorrect buzzer).

Plagiarism not authorized.

Can you write headcanons of Chrollo taking one of the Kurta prisoner and keeping her as his pleasure pet cause he gets turned on by her eyes.

Chrollo keeping kurta reader as a sex slave

YES OMG THANK YOU I LOVE THIS WTF

this is very dark

Warnings: rape, abuse, threats, threats of torture, genocide, death(the Kurtas), degradation, reader is terrified of Chrollo and he uses that against her, bad spelling

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He’s so cruel, he threatens you all the time, “come ride me or I’ll take those pretty eyes of your dearest”

He doesn’t give you the most basic human rights, oh you wanna use the bathroom, well then you better get on your knees and show him you deserve using the same bathroom as him

Your sleep schedule is nonexistent, he gets home at 4:00am horny, come look at these eyes that could very well be your friends and then show him pretty eyes of your own while you suck him off

He hits you all the time, he thinks the pretty purple spots go well with your crimson orbs, especially when they are filled with tears

If you ever get the courage to go against him he’s gonna call in Feitan to put you back in your place

He Constantly tells you all the gory details of his job just to see your pretty eyes well in tears

When he’s fucking you he holds your hair or throat to further remind you he has power over you, even when your on top your not in control and he makes sure you know that

If he’s feeling especially sadistic he’ll have you sleep on the floor next to his bed and will make a point to step on you when he gets out of his nice big cozy bed

But some days he just wants to spoil you, not let you be in control but give you pleasure, he will have to terrorize you a bit to see your eyes but other then that it’s good you like and constant orgasms

If you ever try escaping he will use his nen to make you think he took your eyes away even though he would never do that

He makes sure to keep a friend or family member of yours eyes on stand by just in case he needs to scare you into submission

Hes gonna beat the fuck out of you if you try to hurt your eyes, and when he’s done he’s gonna chain you to the wall and just use you like a fleshlight for days, you will get just enough water to survive because food is a privilege and you don’t have it, your also gonna have to piss on yourself if you wanna piss at all during this time

It’s a horrible way to live and it will be a horrible way to die because your never getting away from him

©rotten-pomegranate- All rights reserved, don’t steal, translate, copy, plagiarize, claim my work as your own or post it on other platforms.

Punishment

Tonowari x Reader x Ronal

Summary: I think the title speaks volumes. Tonowari gets angry at you for getting hurt and so he punishes you for it and Ronal happens upon you two.

Warnings: smut, porn without plot, punishment, rough sex, orgasm denial, explicit language, face fucking, dom/sub undertones, dub con, slight brat taming

Your skimwings just hit the shore, the hunting party was back. You knew the second you got off and onto the shore, you were going to get it. While on your hunting trip, you were chasing down a decent-sized fish, it would be a good score. However, as you did, you weren’t really paying attention to your surroundings, just the water below you. Turns out the rocks were closer than you thought and when you went to turn, you realized and had to maneuver not to hit them.

It just made it worse; you ended up falling off your skimwing and scrapping your hip against the jagged rock. You hissed in pain and looked at your hip, your thigh, hip, and lower side was red and angry, along with some blood seeping out of the lines of shredded skin. It wasn’t too bad, not the worst thing you’ve dealt with. You’d heal quickly and it wouldn’t stop you from hunting or working.

Tonowari quickly made his way out to you, he grabbed your spear in the water and gave you his hand.

“Are you alright, yawne?”

“Yeah, I’m fine its nothing.”

You could see the rage pooling in his eyes, he would never show it here but he was pissed. He was angry that you’d get hurt like that, that you’d be that stupid and get yourself hurt. You knew when you got home, you’d be taught a lesson and punished for your negligence. He moved around to your other side to look at your injury, the salt water making it redder as the salt sunk into the wound making it sting.

“Ronal will have a field day when you get home.”

“She will be fine. It's not that bad. I’ve come back with worse.”

He looked up at you with annoyance, “I know.”

As you came back with nets full of fish, you were glad to be done for the day and get to relax. As you got off your skimwing and it swam off, you saw Tonowari speed walking up to you, he looked pissed.

Was it bad that it was making you more wet?

He grabbed your bicep and sped back to your shared mauri; he pushed you in first. His eyes were dark, he looked so mad that you felt small and weak.

But that’s what he wanted, that’s what you wanted.

“On your knees.”

You didn’t move right away and clearly that only made Tonowari angrier.

“I said get on your knees,” he was using his chief voice and man did that do something to you.

You started to move, but not fast enough, he walked up to you and pushed you down to your knees by your shoulders. He undid his loin cloth and took his cock out, already semi-erect, he started to stroke it and once it was hard enough, he pushed his hips closer to your mouth.

“Open.”

You opened your mouth a little, you were pissing him off more by being bratty. You knew you deserved this punishment, but you wouldn’t go down without a fight. His hand went to your jaw and squeezed till your mouth opened fully and he started to push the tip in.

“You will take all of me. Till I cum down your throat.”

Your hands settled on his thick thighs and he started to thrust his hips back and forth making his tip hit the back of your throat. You gagged every time and that only made him want to continue, your nails dug into his muscular legs and tears pricked your eyes. He was fucking your mouth and you were so horny for this. He was using you the way you wanted him to and he was good at it.

You could feel the throbbing on your tongue and the roof of your mouth, he was very close. He had rough and deep puffs of air coming from his nose which also told you he was about to cum. When he did, you felt it slide right down your throat, his hand on your head gripped your braids tightly.

“I’m nowhere near done with you yet. You worried me today for something as stupid as you not paying attention. Now our mate has to heal you. She is busy enough as it is.”

He didn’t want to hurt your feelings he just wanted you to know where he came from.

He got on his knees in front of you and picked you up to lay you on your back. He as a Metkaiyna woman, both of your mates were taller than you, Tonowari having at least a whole foot on you. He was huge, him leaning over you turned you on more, and he made you feel so small and tiny.

You were eating this shit up.

He took your loincloth off and fingered you for a moment to ensure you were wet enough for him to slide in. He touched you and he smirked at you; he knew right away he didn’t even need to. You were already soaking from the moment he stared at you out on the water. You wanted him to fuck you like this, you wanted him to manhandle you, you wanted him to bruise you. He slowly pushed inside and once he bottomed out; he took no prisoners.

His hips thrusted in and out of you so fast, the top of your head hit the floor right away as you moaned out in pleasure. Your hands gripped his biceps to help ground yourself as he fucked you hard. He was hitting deep every time, you couldn’t take it, it was so fast and he was good at fucking.

The things this man made you feel.

Your legs peddled as you tried to get away from the intense pleasure and overstimulation. Your body knew where this headed, you were going to cum if he kept fucking you this good.

“Wari, please, can I cum?”

“No.”

“I have to, please, Tonowari, I can’t-“

“You will.”

He kept fucking you harder, you were crying out at this point. Tears slipped down your temple to your hairline, you were trying so hard to hold back your orgasm. Your legs kept trying to push your body away from him, his hands held your hips down as he just kept thrusting.

“Tonowari! Please, please, I have to cum. Please Wari. I need to. I can’t hold it back. Please.”

Your moans were more like cries and pleas, your body was so overstimulated and you just wanted to cum. You were lost in your own thoughts of trying not to cum, Tonowari was grunting and focused on how he moved in and out of you. Neither of you heard Ronal enter the mauri until you both heard her footsteps.

“What is going on in here?”

Your head turned to look at her, she kneeled by your head and pushed your baby hairs back from your sweaty forehead. Tonowari stopped his thrusts briefly when he saw Ronal and now, he’s back at it, making your eyes slam shut. Ronal knew that Tonowari was being rougher on you than he normally was, he didn’t get like this unless he was mad.

“What happened?”

“Look at her hip,” Tonowari grunted

She looked at your hip closest to her and nothing than the other and she could see how red and angry it was.

“Please, Wari, please, I can’t last.”

Your body was squirming heavily, you just needed to cum.

“Has she cum yet?” Ronal looked at Tonowari and he shook his head.

Her fingers rested on your lower stomach before diving down to your clit and rubbing, you arched more and screamed.

“Cum, sevin, cum.”

And you did, it was the most intense orgasm of your life. When you came so did Tonowari who, in the process of punishing you, was also edging himself.

“Now, someone tell me what happened?”

Your body was still shaking coming down from your orgasm, your breaths were still laboured.

“Hunting accident. Stupid hunting accident,” you breathed out.

Tonowari grabs you and lays you on his chest as you start to go unconscious. Ronal moves to get some herbs to make an antiseptic and anti-inflammatory paste for your scrape. She applies it gingerly on your body as you sleep on your mate’s muscular body.

“Next time you’re angry like that, don’t torture the poor girl.”

“I think she liked it. Should have seen how wet she was, I slid right in. No prep or nothing.”

“Still, she passed out right after.”

“Then I did my job right.”

She scoffed laying next to him and throwing her arm over your back to slowly rub your lower back, she knew you’d be sore tomorrow.