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˖ 🕷️ ˖˙ 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 ｜ 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆-𝗼𝗻𝗲

monster-fucking / eren yeager

sometimes words can be useless when you understand the other person so well

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+ word c. 828

+ warnings. titans have genitals au, titan!eren, titan!fem reader, unprotected sex, creampies, pwp. i have no excuse for this i literally just wanna fuck titan eren and i think it’s TRAGIC that he doesn’t have a dick, so i gave him one ♡ happy halloween !!

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PROM NIGHT

uh.... bestie oikawa imagine ig. pls send me asks guys, i'm actually hyper-fixated on writing rn for some reason.

CW: implied non con, date rape, *ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+*

You and childhood best friend Oikawa promise at the beginning of high school that if neither one of you have a date for your senior prom you’ll take each other.

You didn’t think he was being serious. He was constantly being swarmed by girls, there was no way he wouldn’t be asked by someone. And yet, May of your senior year rolls around and miraculously Oikawa hasn’t received a single invite. You haven’t either, but you’d expected that. For some reason, guys never stayed interested in you for very long. Oikawa said it's because guys don't like girls with hotter guy best friends.

You loved Tooru like a brother, but man was he annoying sometimes.

You didn’t even remember making the promise to him, so when Iwaizumi brought you into the gym and you were greeted by the volleyball team holding painted volleyballs spelling out the word “PROM?” - Tooru standing in the middle holding a big bouquet of your favorite flowers and smiling like a dope - suffice to say, you were confused.

Of course you said yes. You didn’t want to humiliate him in front of his teammates, that would be cruel, so you swallowed your discomfort and put on a grin - accepting the flowers and Toorus hug as his team cheered.

He drove you home after practice that night, explaining his reasoning behind asking you. Something still felt weird about it, though. There was no way nobody had asked him yet. He was the school's star athlete, he had a fan club of women who would give their right kidney to be his date - you’ve heard girls gossiping about who he might be going with or how they would go about asking him. Why wasn’t he taking one of them? Why you?

You don’t want to seem ungrateful. The gesture had been sweet, and he might have just felt bad for you and decided to do you a solid. You decide to write it off as good intentions but make it very clear that the two of you are going as friends.

Tooru smiled, assuring you that he understood.

Still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right about this.

He’s extra clingy the next few weeks. You rarely get a minute to yourself, wherever you are he somehow manages to show up - wrapping his arm around you like you’re his property. He also won’t shut up about how the two of you are going to prom together. It only took about a day for everybody to start stopping you in the hallway, asking you all sorts of questions. How did he ask you? What dress are you wearing? Are you and him dating?

You have to admit, it’s getting on your nerves - but Tooru loves the attention. He’s more than happy to tell everybody all about the little agreement you made freshman year and how you’d been so surprised when he asked you. You tried to just grit your teeth and bear it but it was getting hard, especially since you were now the subject of his jealous fan clubs gossip.

Weeks passed quickly and the big day finally came. Your mother fussed over you, lacing up the gorgeous blue evening dress that you’d picked out (with Oikawas help of course). She was finishing up curling your hair when the doorbell rang. You know you should be excited to see him - to spend the night you’d been waiting years for with your best friend - but a pit of dread sits in your stomach. It follows you down the stairs when you greet Oikawa and his mother.

His mother gushes over you in the way that older women do. Remarking that she could remember making cookies for you and Tooru on your first day of kindergarten and that you two grew up too fast. Tooru just stares at you while his mom prattles on - his jaw dropped at the sight of you. It might have made you blush if it weren't for the look in his eyes - hungry like you were something he wanted to devour. He takes your hand to help you down the last few steps - pushing a few loose hairs behind your ear and leaving a kiss on your cheek, leaning toward your ear to tell you that you look beautiful.

It doesn't feel very platonic but you aren't given enough time to harp on it as your mothers usher you outside to take pictures. The pictures were very uncomfortable. Oikawa kept putting his hands far too low on your back for your liking. You smiled through it though, telling yourself that you were just being silly. This was Tooru - your best friend since you were in diapers. He'd never do something that would make you uncomfortable on purpose, right?

Soon enough, it's time to go. The two of you say your goodbyes and hop into Oikawa's car to go to the venue. The drive there is normal enough. You take turns blasting your favorite music, roasting each other's taste in songs, and placing bets on who in your grade would arrive at the dance the most drunk. For a moment, things feel normal. Just you and Oikawa hanging out...

But then you get to the venue.

Almost immediately his demeanor shifts. He's all over you - slinging his arm around your waist possessively, guiding you around the building as if you'll get lost without him at your hip - When you stand up to get something to drink, he goes with you. When he walks over to talk to the rest of the volleyball seniors he insists you come with him. He's always within arms reach on the dance floor, keeping an eye out for any other men who might try to steal you away from him. You can't even speak to your female friends without him hovering over you. It's suffocating, but whats even worse is the touching.

He gets more and more handsy as the night goes on. An innocent arm around your waist turns into a hand groping your ass, during dinner, his hand rests on your thigh for the entirety of the meal, and you don't miss how close he gets to you while you dance - finding every excuse to roll his hips against your ass or nuzzle into the crook of your neck.

By the end of the night, you're exhausted, uncomfortable, and want nothing more than to go home, lie down, and sleep for at least twelve hours. You find out that Oikawa has other plans, however, when he passes the turn back to your house.

Apparently, he heard from Iwaizumi that Fukurodani High School's prom was the same night as yours and that Bokuto Koutaro was throwing a massive after-party. You try to convince him to turn around and take you home, tell him that you're tired and won't be any fun at the party anyway but he won't hear it - he tells you that once you have a couple drinks in you you'll change your mind.

The party is loud, hot, and incredibly overstimulating. The smell of beer assaults your nose the minute you walk in the door, EDM blares from speakers making your ears ring and there is physically not enough space for you to get away from Oikawa. You feel incredibly claustrophobic as Oikawa pulls you through the crowd, wiggling past grinding couples and people taking shots to eventually make your way over to a guy with spiky white-grey hair. He absolutely reeked of weed. He greeted Oikawa like an old friend and Tooru introduced him to you as Bokuto. The stoned man smirked at you, commenting that you must feel pretty lucky to have snagged a pretty boy like Oikawa, cautioning you to keep him away from the other girls.

Oikawa rolls his eyes but doesn't make any effort to correct him.

Bokuto hands Oikawa two beers, mumbling something to him that you can't quite make out through the loud music. You manage to pick up something about a guest bedroom upstairs and to be out by five am.

It doesn't sit well in your stomach.

Bokuto tells you to enjoy the rest of the party with a wink. You don't have time to reply before Oikawa drags you back into the crowd.

He cracks open your beer and holds it out to you, prompting you to take a sip as he drinks from his own. You try to protest but he's insistent, promising that it'll help you loosen up.

So despite your better judgment, you take a big gulp.

Oikawa takes you out to the dance floor, dancing against you to some Kanye West song that you all of the sudden... cant really... remember the name of...

The room starts spinning and you feel yourself fall into Oikawas arms. After that things are a blur. You think that he carries you up a flight of stairs, and you think you end up on a bed because you can feel the sheets against your skin. The bed might have dipped underneath Oikawas weight as he crawled on top of you and he probably touched you in ways you'd rather not think about.

The last thing you truly remember from your Prom night - the night you'd dreamt of since you were a little girl, the night that was supposed to be spent celebrating with your friends, the last big party before you had to start being an adult - is what he growled in your ear as his hand snaked down between your thighs.

"I've been waiting for this for four fucking years baby."

—a holy knight, defiled

note: idk, was in a dragon mood sooo…some quick notes. keep in mind that I am trying my best to be very vague on the reader’s body type because 1, i love you all and i think all of you are very cute no matter your appearances, and 2, muscles comes in all forms and can be hidden behind fats. anyway, i’m sorry this is late, short and hellva rushed, def v far from being my best work. heck, i kinda hate this one but yall had been waiting for legit months so i couldn’t just scrap it. writing isn’t very easy thing for me to do these days…sighs. still, hope yall liked it some?

→summary: you, a valiant knight, lied beneath your greatest foe yet and the grinning serpent was pleased with its prize. →rating: explicitly noncon →pairing: dragon / older?afab!reader  →warnings: noncon, (minor) injuries →kinks / tags: tongue job / oral, size difference, virginity, big dick / monster dick, two dicks, anal, stomach deformation, knotting, piv, mindbreak, teratophilia, exophilia →word count: 2.7k, unedited minors dni.

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Bathtub sex with your husband because he was suddenly all petty and jealous with your servants helping you bathe.

CW: NSFW, slight yandere, GN Reader

Your husband had always been an understanding man, he thought with a cool head and logic all the time. He would never get jealous of his love rivals, reasoning he was way better of an option than they would ever be.

Yes, he was not arrogant but he knew his own self-worth. He knew he had always been the best for you.

So why did he suddenly insisted on helping you bathe?

“Dear, did you mean bathing with me or did I hear you wrong?” You stood next to him as he prepared the water for you. The scent he chose had always been floral, something that smelled innocent in a sense.

Your husband shook his face as he felt the temperature of the water. It welcomed him warmly, assuring him that it was the perfect temperature for you to relax already. Yulian beckoned you to enter the bathtub and so you did.

He pushed a cart of bathroom amenities, the aromatherapy candles all lit to light the room enough for as he switched the lights off.

You sighed at the sensation, slowly melting into one with the water. Yulian sat by the tub, his hands slowly massaging your tense shoulders as he hummed a lullaby for you.

“How lucky are the servants who help you bathe to see you like this every day.” He whispered into your ears as you giggled.

“Are you envious of them?”

Yulian stayed silent for a moment as he poured water over your head, “Recently,” he spoke as he poured the ointment into his hands, “I’ve been seeing lots of divorce trials.”

You hummed at his reply, leaning into his hands massaging your scalp, “And?”

“Most of them come from… affairs.”

You raised one of your eyebrows at the mention of affair, “Are you saying I might be cheating with one of my servants dear?”

“Not really,” Yulian now focused back on massaging your shoulders again, “but I can't help but be bothered by the fact that one of your servants might be admiring you, enchanted by you.”

His face inched closer to yours now, “And while they are at it, they can freely see and feel your body…” his hands slowly felt your arms up and down, “and be around you every day, helping you dress, attending all your needs while I'm away.”

You've never seen your husband act like this before. This was the first time he had shown his jealousy blatantly.

Yulian started pressing chaste kisses on the back of your neck, his grips remained on your arms. You squirmed as his hands snaked further into your nipples.

“It's so unfair, I'm your husband and yet they get to see you so vulnerable more often than I would ever be.”

What was once a chaste kiss soon turned into hickeys, purple decorating you from the back of your neck to your collarbone. You recognized this gesture as his way of showing his pettiness.

“So today,” his fingers tweaked your nipples as he kissed your earlobe, “can I show you just how much I love and adore every bits of you?”

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The two of you were connected in the bathtub, his cock throbbed as its snug inside of you. How many times had he cum so early yet still had the strength to continue? You knew your husband couldn't last long but that didn't mean his stamina was to be doubted.

His precision in hitting your sweet spot had always been pitch-perfect. It never failed to make you squeal and tighten around him, pushing him closer to yet another orgasm.

Yulian hid his face in the crook of your neck, trying his best to not bite into your flesh, and opted to bite his lip until he tasted steel instead.

You moaned out his name as you felt like you were about to reach yet another orgasm as well. Your hand intertwined with his, you turned back to kiss him, tasting his blood while at it.

“So close… together?”

Yulian’s cock throbbed at the mention of it before he nodded along, “I-I’ll try.”

Yulian lifted you from his lap and positioned you to lean onto the wall before he continued ramming into you like a starving man. Nonetheless, he still made sure to prioritize your pleasure as well instead of being selfish and chasing his own release.

Your knees wobbled and you felt really weak yet his strong grip wouldn't let you slide down, at least not until you two were done.

Ragged breath and breathy groans, the bathroom smelled like sex instead of florals. The whole candles flickered with each thrust he made and the water rippled with every shake your legs made.

It didn't take so long for you two to come in unison. The bath water that was once pristine and clean was soon mixed with both of your bodily fluids. Your insides felt warm the moment he came inside you again.

Your knees slowly gave up as the two of you slowly collected your composure. Yulian’s hands never let you go as he slowly lowered you into his embrace again.

He started peppering your face with kisses again, his fingers ran over all the hickeys he had left all over you, some were in a very visible place.

“How am I supposed to cover all of these dear?” you pouted at him as you pushed his face away from you playfully.

Yulian raised his eyebrows before answering you, “You don't cover them dear.”

rq: "Sooo i watched demon slayer s2 and I have to admit that uzui and his gorgeous wives literally stole my heart. is it possible to have a yan headcanon for them (together or separate) please🙏🏼?"

a/n: pls forgive me if these are a little wack, i haven't got this far in the anime so i did some....external research.

warnings: super long bc i got carried away lol, yandere uzui/uzui's wives, dubcon, object insertion, cuckoldry, kidnapping, gaslighting, forced marriage, forced polygamy.

☆ hc / ♡ spicy hc / ♀️♂️ gendered hc / ‼️ dark hc (🔒 virgin hc )

☆ So, somehow or another, you've got the attention of Tengen Uzui. Doesn't really matter how, does it? It just matters that he can't take his eyes off of you, no matter what.

☆ You wouldn't attract attention for the reason he might notice you first, because you're not all that flashy, or at least not like he is--but there's something within you that just makes something click inside him, and he wants to figure it out. But the only way to do that is to get closer to you, and the more he sees you and talks to you and just spends time with you in general, the more you won't get off his mind and the more he wants to pick you apart until he figures out why.

☆ The first of his wives to notice it is definitely going to be Hina, and she'll be the one to find some time to speak with Tengen about it privately. She's the one to reassure him that he has nothing to fear, that she, Suma, and Makio will always love him, and that's when he'll finally talk about his problem openly much to her amusement.

☆ "It sounds like you might be in love, my darling." The comment hits him like a brick to the face, and though he's quick to deny it in the face of one of the three people he loves most in the world, Hina knows it's true immediately and so does he, deep down. But the thought makes him so antsy. If he's fallen in love with someone new, then there's room for one or two or all of his wives to feel left behind, and that's the last thing he wants. He's just being greedy, he assures himself, and decides from that moment on to cut all ties with you for the sake of his wives.

☆ And that lasts for about a week, maybe two, until he's absolutely falling apart at the seams. The girls are the only things keeping him together at this point, but all three of them are so tied up with keeping him company in this rare period of weakness and depression that nothing else can get done. Despite not wanting to go behind the back of her husband, Hina will end up telling the other two about Uzui's problem with you--and somehow both her and Makio will find themselves being dragged along by Suma to go search for you, the youngest insisting that they get a look at the person that's causing their beloved so much heartbreak!

☆ When they find you and sneak up to spy on you, though, the picture is pretty similar to their poor darling. You look tired, sad, sitting by your little campfire all alone, and as if by some strange higher power....all three of them look between each other, coming upon the unanimous realization that they're not leaving without you.

☆ You, on the other hand, have been wondering why Uzui's shut you out so suddenly. You thought you'd made a good friend, and maybe you wouldn't feel so lonely traversing the wilderness all by yourself if you had a mentor to talk to. But after he stood you up when you agreed to spar together and avoided your presence following that, you haven't been able to shake this feeling of rejection that just makes you want to cry out all your frustrations into the night air.

☆ Luckily (or unluckily) for you, you won't have to dwell on those feelings for much longer. Because before you can breathe, a pair of hands are on you and your vision darkens, and the last thing you see is the ground and two pairs of sandal-clad feet approaching as you pitch into it and pass out into unconsciousness.

☆ When you finally awaken, you find yourself laid out on a futon bed, the air of the room warm and your clothes nowhere to be found beneath the thick blanket. But you're not alone, the oldest of Uzui's wives kneels at your side, and when she catches your eyes fluttering open, she lends you nothing but a smile as your explanation and gets to her feet to hurry out of the room. By the time you have the strength and fear-stricken curiosity to get up and dress yourself in the simple yukata that's been left next to you, you can already hear the chatter and clinking cups from the room across the hall, the door sliding open with ease when you finally find the courage to do so.

☆ Light spills out into the hallway, and inside you're met with the sight of Tengen and his three wives, sharing a meal around a small table with a seat left open by his side. He meets your eyes with the smallest amount of excitement, like his heart flutters just seeing you enter the room, and all four of them are eager to welcome you to the spot they left for you.

☆ There's really no room for you to question anything--the three women talk excitedly at you, bouncing from topic to topic so that you can barely keep up, and you're sat so close to Uzui with his arm just barely grazing your back that you honestly can't think straight anyways. It isn't until they get deeper into conversation about a wedding that you start to clue in, along with Uzui's possessive smile as he feeds you and then drops his hand to stroke your thigh. And when he tries to murmur something into your ear, you lean away and scramble to get to your feet without bothering to hear what it was.

☆ This is where the threat of danger spikes the terror in your heart, and when you try to backtrack and insist that though the meal was lovely and you're very grateful, you need to be getting along and return to your campsite. You don't even know why you're here or how you got here either, which you don't dare to mention--but when Makio reaches up to grab your wrist and prevent you from moving an inch, her grip too strong to even try, you know for a fact that something is going on and that you should have left the city while you still had the chance.

☆♀️ "Be a good girl and sit down. We can't plan your wedding without the bride, can we?"

☆♂️ "Are you trying to make me mad, little prince? Behave in front of the girls, and don't be a brat."

☆ However you feel about the situation, you really have no choice. You'll sit right back down where you were, except for being almost half a foot further away from Uzui than before--which he remedies quite easily by reaching his hand around your waist, and pulling you in so close that you practically fall into his lap.

☆ It's clear that you don't have a say. The four of them go on to talk at length about this so-called wedding, with Uzui rubbing and grabbing your thigh so possessively the entire night. Once it comes time to go to bed, the girls take separate rooms from the master suite so that he can have some alone time with you, and the night is spent in quiet horror as you ponder this new development, too frightened to sleep in case Uzui decides to take advantage of you while you're unaware.

♡♂️ And if you're a male, then he kind of will. He's just so curious, he hasn't ever felt this way about another man until you came along. His hand will creep down between your legs, those huge fingers pawing at your cock through the yukata and feeling it firm up as he keeps touching you. How can a man be this cute, how can you make such beautiful sounds as he strokes you that cause his heart to skip a beat? It's too much, if that's at all evident by the way his erection presses up against your back, and he slides it up along your cheeks as he growls into your ear that you're the reason he's this hard. He'll ask if he can fuck you and you'll probably say no, please don't, and he'll jerk himself into an orgasm in part with his hand and part with your ass, and finally leave you alone once he drifts off to sleep afterwards.

☆ The least you can do from then on is hope somebody enjoys all the food and belongings at your campsite, because it's obvious by the second day that you're not going back. Uzui and his wives make you comfortable in his home, giving you access to your own private room and cooking all your meals for you, and it's clear by the way they treat you that your relationship with them and Uzui is different from the ones they have with each other. Whereas Hina, Suma, and Makio are all self-sufficient and take care of themselves and Uzui, they all dote on you unlike they do each other and treat you more like a lover than they do a co-spouse. So there's no expectation for you to work very hard or to try and take on anything yourself, because all four of them have caring for you at the forefront of their minds.

☆ Besides, it's certain enough that the three of them have their own affection for you based on the frequency with which they visit you in your own room. Sometimes it's truly just for some bonding time, but others it's so that each of them can have their turns with you and tend to your needs as good wives would.

♡♀️ They've got their own appreciation for having another wife in the family. Hina visits you the most often, usually just to spend some time with you and chat or read something together, but on her conjugal visits she likes to focus on your pleasure and sit you on her lap, absentmindedly rolling circles into your clit to watch you come undone on her fingers. Makio often needs stress relief, and will gladly indulge in scissoring you to get out all that frustration that tends to build up inside her. And Suma's usually just bored, and will either eat you out or make you go down on her, happy to pull you away from whatever you were doing so she doesn't have to whine for your attention.

♡♂️ As a second husband, their efforts are focused more on "testing your abilities". Uzui thankfully has no problem with them doing what they like with you, and as a result, you'll often have the girls tugging at you to play with your cock or trying to seduce you into fucking them in various spots around the house, sometimes in front of Uzui himself. And he's happy to watch, a smirk splitting his face as you pound Hina's, Makio's, or Suma's pussy two feet from him, your breath lagging as you struggle not to cum too early and waste a good session. Little do you know that Uzui's always at the ready in that case, fully prepared to grab you and split your little ass in two with his cock as punishment if you dare to cum before his wife does.

♡ In Uzui's case, he feels pretty entitled to your body as a whole. He will wait if you insist you're saving yourself for marriage, but if you don't think of that ahead of time or if you're not a virgin, he'll show you just what he's going to do as your husband and as your lover. He'll leave bruises and sore spots just from how strong he is naturally, and no matter how big or tall you are, it's almost certain you're smaller than he is, thus he's going to revel in how adorable you look all snuggled up in his arms while he ruins you in a full nelson. He loves it when you scream, when you moan, when you insist he's too big to fit and when you cry at the overstimulation because he just can't stop making you cum. You make him feel so special and he's reassured that this gift his wives gave him was the best one he's ever gotten, and he couldn't be happier that you get to share his bed with him now. You're much better as his lover than he is as a mentor, anyways.

♡♀️ In the case of you being a woman, the only way to describe his lovemaking is that he's addicted to your pussy. He has to get into a position where he can watch you whenever you have sex, just so he can see his cock as your cunt swallows it up and drool over how it can manage to take every inch of him if he tries hard enough. He's also obsessed with making you squirt, because even if he can't quite manage it, he wants to get the creamiest, sloppiest orgasms out of you that leave his lap soaked and your pussy leaking with both your cum and his. And don't be fooled, he's not finished until he gets to end the night with you seated on his face, his tongue working overtime to lick up all those delicious fluids while you suck his cock clean to return the favour. Though, more often than not, it ends up with him hard as a rock again and growling into your skin, needing to warm his cock with your pussy again to finally calm down.

☆♂️ For a male, he's honestly much rougher. Call him old fashioned, but he figures you can take it, and he loves to see how far you can go before you try to tap out. Contrary to popular belief though, he can already assume that a lot of prep will be needed, so he'll spread those cheeks of yours and stuff his tongue inside to get you loosened up right away. He's pretty fascinated with your cock too, so he'll touch it and play around with it and eventually start sucking at it until he's satisfied with how sensitive you prove to be, before he starts trying to stick it in your ass. It'll definitely take a while with his size, but once he manages it, he's totally dead to the world for a minute or two. It's such an unfamilar but certainly not unwelcome feeling, and the girls will surely be able to tell when Uzui's finally started fucking you when he starts groaning loud enough to shake the walls. He's totally lost in it and won't even realize you're cumming untouched until you start trembling and crying out his name, and by then, he'll just want to watch you do it again as he licks the cum off your chest and teases you for liking anal this much. He'll have to do a little more to turn a whore like you into a good house-husband, won't he?

☆ Speaking of which, the wedding is a non-negotiable part of this whole arrangement. Whether you've accepted Uzui's obsession with you or not by then, you'll still be all dressed up and given vows to read at your private ceremony, Uzui's huge grin almost unsettling as he locks the two of you into your new marriage. And rest assured, it's legally binding--divorce is the only way you'll ever really get away from him if you want to, and he will never let that happen.

♡🔒 And as an inevitable part of the wedding, if your purity is still intact by then, it won't be any longer. Denying him really isn't an option, if you've even still got the mind to try it and you haven't been manipulated into accepting this relationship like it's something normal, because you're married now! You have no reason to wait anymore, and he really can't stand another minute without ripping your clothes off of you.

♡🔒 At the very least he tries to be gentle, despite being hung like a horse in every sense of the word. The only real way to shape you to fit his cock is to break you first, so even if there's tears or a bit of blood he's so reassuring, his hand coming down to stroke your hair as he keeps pushing in and swearing to you that the pain will go away soon. You're such a good little doll, you take your husband so well, and he promises to fill you with so much cum and to make you shake so hard when you finish that you won't even notice the aches and soreness.

☆ Honestly, with more than one person reaffirming that this is all normal, you'll be inclined to believe it more sincerely than you might if it was just Uzui. He's brilliant at making you feel as though your fear and anxiety is nothing to worry about, thus slowly negating those gut feelings you get whenever you spot one of the many red flags in your relationship. Even when he refuses to let you walk around outside by yourself or reach out to one of your friends or family, it doesn't really click that it's a problem as much when you have three other women telling you that it's okay and that they'll be the ones to support you instead of all those other people, they probably don't even care the more you think about it.

♡‼️ However, if ever he needs to really put into perspective how lucky you are to be a part of his family, like if you try to escape or you agress against him or one of his wives, he has a punishment well thought out for you specifically. He'll strip you naked, force you into his personal training room, and fuck you with the handle of his katana. If he's feeling nice he'll undo the chain and just use the hilt, but if not he'll push them in uncomfortably alongside it and watch you cry and shake as he does so. Pray that you don't end up cumming from the stimulation alone, because if you do so while he's reprimanding you, he'll threaten to fuck you with the blade instead since you liked the other side so much. He won't really, but you don't know that. And when he's done punishing you, he'll forbid you from wearing clothes for the next seven days, thereby reserving the right to not only humiliate you enough that you'll never disobey him again, but also so that there'll be nothing stopping him from fucking you whenever he damn pleases, and he can blame it on you seducing him by flaunting that cute body of yours around.

♀️‼️ "This is what you deserve, don't go around saying I'm unfair. Now smile for me....there's my pretty princess. That's what I like to see."

♂️‼️ "Shame you couldn't be a good boy, like I asked. At least you're cute when you're being punished....and I think your ass misses me stretching it out, so maybe I ought to punish you again?"

☆ In the end, it's easier just to accept it all and take it in stride. Uzui is determined to have you be part of his family, and his wives adored you from the moment they laid eyes on you, plus being their captive in some way allows you to remain safe from the demons and other dangers that lurk outside the door of the manor. You may be trapped in this commitment for a lifetime, but if your life is filled with being doted on and cared for and loved, well....it's not so bad. Is it?