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GAMBLE FOR YOUR LIFE !

˚₊‧Desc— In which by gambling on his life, Aventurine manages to procure himself a little pet to take care of.

˚₊‧TW— smut, dubcon, slave/master, gentle noncon, face fucking, hair pulling, praise, anal, fem!reader, pet names, human trafficking, pussy eating, pussy kisses, he loves babying you, Aventurine sees himself in you so he's a total softie to you :(, spoilers for 2.0 and his backstory

˚₊‧A/N— Hey cuties!! Short lil fic before I actually write dark content for real, sorry my writing is a lil messed I'm a lil sleepy. Not really dark content since it's more like dubcon, sorry I was in the mood for praises :(. Send me requests I'm so lonely

Gambling is something many people enjoy—of course, Aventurine is one of that many people. It's not that he enjoys it, he just has some extraordinary luck as his sister once said.

Through gambling, he finds that you can attain many things. Some of the things which shouldn't even be sold—an illegal trade of sorts.

You could even trade a life.

Not his life, of course, not anymore. But a cute doozy girl from the slumps, he was once a being like you—a slave sold from places to place, but he had escaped that life.

The Kakavasha he once was is no more, instead an Aventurine is reborn. But seeing the look in your eyes reminds him of the child he once was, the child he didn't have the opportunity to memorise.

The life he left behind and hoping to forget. But he's reminded of it everytime he looks deep into your eyes.

He's grown to like you. You've gone through the same things he did, but only that you hadn't have his luck to escape earlier.

He can see that you're starting to grow him too, it was easy to get you to like him. The masters you've had must've treat you badly, so it would come to you naturally to like a kind one.

Well he does give you pats and praises when you've done even something that isn't worth noting. Like for example, picking up something from the ground and throwing it away, sleeping when he told you so, chewing with your mouth closed.

Those were the basic things natural in life, but he can't help to praise you for the simplest thing.

Even as you're just taking him into your mouth, not even bothering to suck on his cock and just taking it motionlessly in your mouth while he does all the work, he still can't help but praise you for it.

"Oh, baby—baby relax your throat." He coos as he looks down at you, holding onto your hair gently as if you were so fragile.

He starts to push his cock deeper, enabling your gag reflex as your throat attempts to push away the foreign object currently in your mouth.

He's so gentle with you that you hate it, you hate how he babies you, you hate how he's doing this without your consent and you especially hate how your body is reacting to it.

"I'm going to fuck your throat now okay?" He pushes through despite your gag reflex and grips onto your scalp almost painfully as he begins to fuck your face repeatedly.

"F-fuhck—you feel so good, so fucking good!" In a breathy moan he starts to abuse your throat faster, the only thing you could do was attempt to breathe through your nose which you were failing miserably.

You were almost kne the verge of fainting, black spots taking over your visions until he pulled out of you and came on your face, his cum dripping down your hair and eyelashes.

You start heaving on the floor, appreciating that you could at least breathe again. But you weren't even allowed that when he brings you to the bed and lays you down flat on your back gently.

You weren't used to this kind of gentleness from your previous masters, or anyone at all. He kisses your pussy through your panties before pushing them to the side and spreading your lips apart.

"Your pussy is so pretty.." He moaned out when he was met with the sight of your pink lips.

He licks a stripe up to your clit and gives a kiss on it and it gave you a moment to wonder if he was making out with your pussy.

The index of his ginger soon entered your hole as he licks at your vagina as if he was a starving man on an island.

Once he deemed you were wet enough, he positions the tip of his cock on your entrance before sliding the tip of it down to your puckered hole and you can see him smirking as he sees the fear in your eyes, desperately trying to push him away.

"N-no there.. It's dirty and dry—" you attempt to reason but he only spits down on his thumb and opens up the puckered hole slowly with his thumb.

The mere feeling of it disgusts you.

But what could you do accept take his cock in your asshole as he wanted to? And he's certainly adamant on it.

He brings his head down to your ears before whispering silently in your ear and you can feel his hot breath on your earlobe.

"Shh, it's gonna hurt if you don't relax okay? I'll do it slowly, baby." the fact that he was so relaxed about it made you wanted to push him further, but he kept you still by the hips and pushes into you as he said—slowly.

But it still hurts no matter how he does it and you squeal at the pain—you wish that he would've just pushed it all at once so the pain would be gone faster.

"You're such a good girl, you know that? My good girl. It was worth it gambling my life in that casino, just for you. I wanted you the moment I set eyes on you—" he groaned as he pushes himself further until he's at the hilt.

You push against his chest, flailing around at the pain but he just leans over to your tits and holds one boob in his hand before sucking on the other.

He reaches a finger down to your clit and starts rubbing you to get you to your climax faster which made it hurts even more, but it felt so pleasurable even if you try to resist.

"N-nuh, not there I'm sensitive!" you moan, it felt like you wanted to black out from the pain and the fact that it felt so good infuriates you.

He groans as he starts setting his pace faster, letting go of your nipple with a pop and moving onto your neck before sucking on one of the spot.

"Ahah—you're so cute.." he says when he pulls away from your neck, leaving a hickey in place.

"So adorable.. Go on, cum my little princess. Cum from me fucking your little tight asshole—" as if on command, your body reacts and came immediately.

He groans as he felt you tighten up, giving a few more thrusts before he came in you and pulls out, letting his cum drip down the sheet.

You were so glad that it was over, until he cups your chin and makes you face him.

"Oh no, baby. I've got a few more load left inside me, after all, I still haven't used your pussy yet.. You didn't think it was over, did you?" he grins when he sees your droopy face that was stained with his cum and gives you a kiss on your forehead.

The night still has a long way to go.

Tw:kidnapped,noncon,vampire blood.light bondage,clitslapping, oral,fingering,penetration(almost not described).

Trapped forever

Yandere Alucard x reader

This takes place before the "accident" with sumi and taka in season 3. I thought i would be a great timing. His loneliness making him more prone to fall for obsessive behavior.

Summary: you used to recollect herbs near Dracula's castle, one day you meet Alucard . And even though at first you were skeptical, you soon discovered his caring nature and the two become great friends (with a lot of hidden feelings) .

Everything goes to shit when you're accused for witchcraft and sent to your death. Your friend managed to save you, but this incident gives Adrian an extreme fear of abandonment.

Even if he has to turn you into a blood sucking monster, he is decided to keep you in his watch forever.

I DON'T CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOR. THIS IS FICTIONAL! PURE FICTION!

"LET ME GO, YOU'VE LOST YOUR MIND ADRIAN!" You cry out using his real name. The one he told you, making you feel special for knowing his litle secret.

He doesn't react, looking sadly at the floor. A "click" echoes in the luxurious room as he closes the door behind him and locks it. You have nowhere to run.

Using his inhuman speed, he jumps in your direction. Both of you land in the big bed, bouncing a litle bit in the mattress. Even if is pointless you struggle with all your might, screaming blody murdered at him.

The vampire was far stronger than you. He pinned down your arms with ease, and used the weight of his toned body to remain in top of you. You eyes meet his in the mist of the fight, he had a sad expression.

Alucard hated himself for what he was about to do you. But he wouldn't stop, keeping you safe (by his side) was way more important than his own moral values.

Using his belt, he tied your hands to the headrest. You look at him in shock, wait is he trying to...? "I'm sorry... is swear this is the only way" he says with a low tone confirming your fears. Your eyes water as he begins unbuttoning your blouse.

Taking off you clothes wasn't that hard, not the top part at least. You did struggle harder at your legs. Nevertheless now the only articles remaining is your underwear. He told you he wanted to take those in a loving way.

He started kissing your body, trying to find at least one of your sweet spots. Not stopping exploring with his hands all of your curves, fascinated by them. His fangs teasing your skin, leaving goosebumps behind. his erection throbbing at your scent.

Hi slowly kisses your lips, barely holding back the primal desire to make you his in that very moment. Becoming more passionate as he removes the remained undergarments all together. Only stoping to lick the sweat from your temple, just to realize they were your tears.

You're sobbing uncontrollably "I'm not trying to hurt you..." he says caressing your face to make you look at him. Only for you to whimper at the contact "sweetheart...please stop crying" hi cued. The daphir voice trembling a litle, guilt hitting like a ton of bricks.

Not knowing how to console you when he was the one doing this to you. He opted for something different. Pleasure.

Leaving a soft kiss to your salty cheeks he returns to his assault. His blond locks tingle your skin as he goes lower and lower. Until he position himself between your legs, hovering less than an inch of your heat.

The immortal gives you a slow lick, from the bottom to the top, pausing at your clit for second before sucking it obliviously. Mesmerized by your taste, unable to cease the stimulation he was giving you.

You resist, not wanting to cum by his antics.

Still a moan escaped your lips. With that the man loses his restrain, grabbing your hips with the intent of getting more, going deeper. His finger throbs at your entrance, entering with a roll of your hips. Not wasting a second comes in and when a third joins, you're barely holding it together.

"Let go babe ... you can't hold it forever" he utter between pants. Then he flicks a few times your sensitive nud before getting fed up with your resistance and slapping it. Overwhelmed by pleasure, you go limp as you orgasm.

Intoxicated by lust is easy to forget the situation you're trapped in.

You quickly come to your senses when you see a gorgeous naked body crawling to your side. You try to maintain the distance, but your retrained wrists keeps you in place. " Please Alucard, I don't want this" you begged. He gave you pitiful look prior to caging you under his built.

Your body trembled, you've never gone as far with man. You try to plead with him but everything you say is cut back with a forceful kiss. A strange taste caught your attention, it wasn't like anything you tasted before. Similar to an old wine? A litle metalic?

All of a sudden it started to burn, your whole figure was on fire. "What's.. happening?" You attempt to mutter but your voice won't come out. You are extremely thirsty, as if that fire dried you from the inside out. Anxiety taking control over you as you start to hyperventilate.

A hand rest in the side of your face, that way he can clean your tears. He adjust himself to what he is about to do and he slowly alings his member to you. You're pleading eyes making him doubt. "Y/n... you" he gulped "you have to relax. Please...I promise I'll be gentl-" a sob escaped from his lips. Soon after that, drops of salty water began fall into your skin. "I'm really sorry" he whisper to you at the same time he thrusted forward.

In your helpless state you could only wonder for what was he sorry. Only for forcing himself on you? Or condemning you to his eternal love?

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PART TWO!!! Yandere Boarding school thoughts... (Gender Neutral)

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Multiple yanderes, non-con touching, dub-con, perverted thoughts, obsession, bullying, masturbation, aphrodisiacs, general perversion, dry-humping, voyeurism, controlling behaviors, typical yandere stuff, breeding, smoking, horny posting.

(AN: Part Two has arrived! Mmmmmm, old men.)

Part 1

Background: Thinking about a Headmasters child!Reader at a private boarding school. For a Fem!Reader, perhaps you're just visiting daddy for the season while he's running the school, or maybe you've been bad, and need more supervision. For a Masc!Reader, it could be the same case, however, with Ridgemoore Academy being an all male school, this makes it easier to imagine a world where reader is allowed in the school. Now, let's focus on the faculty...

◇ Mr. Joel Murphy, who teaches the majority of the 'life skills' classes at the school. The school being all-boys is very traditional, and teaches things like game hunting and orienteering, which is why they hired a manly-man like Joel. If only they knew what a bitter grump he is. An ex-sheriff of the nearby town, he decided to leave the force after realizing there was no real crime in the small, privileged town, and decided to take up an easy job at the school. Unfortunately, he realized his love for camping and hunting is warped into what he considers 'frilly shit for rich little boys'. He's gruff, barking out orders and easily been exasperated at the sheer incompetence of the boys.

"Shoot one quail, and these boys act like they killed a bear..."

He thought about retiring from yet another job, as living on the ritzy campus just doesn't feel like home to him, and lord knows he's not fond of his job. However, things change when you arrive. Whether you're a delinquent or a little more sweet and obedient, he likes you. If you're a delinquent, he likes seeing a little hell-raiser kick up some shit at the fancy school. If you're sweet or shy, he gets protective. Nice youngins' like you shouldn't be thrown in amongst these spoiled weasels.

He's sure to help you if you need it, a gentle hand on your back as his burly chest presses against your shoulder blades, adjusting your position against the butt of a rifle. Standing by while you're on hands and knees trying to light a fire, making sure none of the boys are trying to get a look at your assessts. Not that he isn't going to, but he justifies it to himself as just making sure your school shorts/skirt is regulation. He's protecting your modesty. After class hours, come to him with any issues, or shit, even his room. He'll put on some coffee and ask you to help him create a curriculum that 'reaches the kids', as your father instructed him to. It's cozy, the fancy school adnorments thrown away for medals and plaques, national parks posters and a few old family photos. He'll keep you tucked in on his warm couch while he strays from curriculum talk to stories of his time in the scouts and on the force. Tells you about how much he loves just... laying out under the stars with somebody special, to sit around a campfire with friends, then slyly ask is you've ever had somebody to do that with. He knows you're younger than him, and he struggles with the idea that you won't want him cause of it, so for now, he'll bask in the feeling of seeing you curled up in his room, keeping the idea of picking you up and having you accept his cock to himself. If you can get pregnant, his fists his cock to the thought of that too. He's not some horned up boy, he wants you in the long term.

He looooooves the yearly orienteering final, in which the students in the class are made to go on an actual camping trip. It's possible a tent will 'accidentally' go missing, leaving you to bunk with him. Don't worry, nothing bads gonna happen while you've got this burly bear of a man practically spooning you, warm gut from his dad-bod pressed against you as he tries his best to make sure he doesn't scare you.

"Sorry those damn boys left your tent back at the school, kiddo. I... wouldn't be suprised of one of them did it on purpose, little bastards." He grumbles, hoping you'll take the hint to separate yourself from those immature preps and stick to being with a man who can treat you right. "Remember that lesson from a couple weeks ago, on body heat? I know it's awkward, but we've only got one sleeping bag. You feel like you can trust this old man to keep you warm?" Unfortunately for his ego and trying to keep down his urges, the trees aren't going to be the only wood in the morning.

◇ Mr. Paul Burton, head of the arts department. He's so over this, a once decent artist who dabbled in pop art and theatre only to stop getting gigs and be black-listed after offending several more famous artists, calling their work 'sell-out chic', he's now a burn-out who smokes and ignores his students all class. He's passionate about art, but frankly he doesn't want tow aste his time teaching when he knows these rats are taking his class for easy credit. He's only teaching here to utilize the facilities and studios so he's not living in a van in the Walmart parking lot. A mix of hippie culture, live and let live and cynical burnout, he's so. Fucking. Done. But... maybe you change that for him.

You're interesting, a headmasters child who doesn't fit in to your fathers perfect mold? Maybe a rebellious student who goes against the grain of this perfect school. Or a blooming ray of sunshine in this dark den of privilege and conformist curriculum for the future lawyers of the world. Either way, he's found a new muse. See him after class.

He'll be thrilled if you're into art, let him guide you. Tell him your favorite artists and he'll tell you when he threw up on there shoes by accident in his hey-day. Gossip about a student you don't like, he'll listen while he smokes and tell you about how that guys mom hit on him. He loves to gossip, but he loves to watch you create more. The way your hands shape a vase or brush across a canvas light a fire in him he hasn't felt in a while. He's more willing to forgo the age gap between you, while it's never something he considered before, he knows he's not gonna let go of the one thing that makes him feel like he lives again. Besides, he's always been unconventional.

He'll have you stay after class, maybe he'll have you pose nude for a painting, assuring you it's fins, it's platonic, it's just for the love of art. He chooses and extra large canvas, it lets him paint while he relieves himself as you explain you're getting cold. He'll put on some artsy, silent, black and white film from the 30s, and while you watch and slowly realize it's pornographic, He'll grin to himself while he watches you flush. He'll ask you all sorts of questions about your thoughts on the film, the actors, what they're doing. He really wants to figure out how experienced you are. "What do you think of the composition? It's really carnal, you know?" He puts out his cigarette. "I'm glad I can show this to you, you'll actually appreciate it. You're not giggling like an idiot when some guys penis is out on the screen." He groans, thinking of his other students.

He does actually like one student, though they make an odd pair. Joseph's easily spooked and shy personality clashes with the brash older man's, but he's glad to have someone he can think of as a protege. Someone who loves art as much as him, but get isolated for it. He was doing a portfolio look over when Joseph accidentally turned in the wrong folder. Joseph feels like he might die as Mr. Burton, a man he admires, flips through nude pictures of the object of his affection, and at a distance no less. A part of him wants to rip it away, but he needs this scholarship.

"Please, please, sir! I-I'll never do it again, it was just a phase, I didn't mean for you to see-"

"They're good." Mr. Burton flips through the folder. "Real good. You could really get somewhere with these, maybe not in the fine art scene, but... tell you what." He adjusts his glasses and leans forward on his desk. "We'll do a special session, you and me, yeah? I'll get your friend here, and I'll vouch for your integrity so you can take some less-" he purses his lips. "Stalker-ish pics- Jesus, kid, is that taken from a tree?"

☆ Anatoli Sidorov, probably the best paid staff given how they got him here. He's a Russian coach for a former Olympic Russian swim team, and he joined the prestigious American school to escape shame after he 'resigned' post a doping scandal which he swears he wasn't involved in. (Whether he was or not is your choice.) Still, he's led the boys swim team and track team to nationals several times, and he's a legend among the wealthy benefactors of the school. He's outwardly very serious, hard on his team but respectful of them. He doesn't put up with any unruly or unsportsmanlike behavior from his boys, at least not what he can see. He's very nice deep down, intellectual and funny, though he still struggles with American humor and English.

He adores you when he meets you, milking about with the other students before class. You seem genuinely social, and wanting to fit in. The idea someone could be so welcoming warms his heart. Deep down, he misses his home, and he misses the friends he once had. You're warm, and he likes that. Not to mention, you're a looker. He's embarrassed, especially if you're male, seeing as he never considered swinging the other way, and much less with someone younger. But he can't help but stare when your pretty tits bounce as you run, or the way those jogging shorts hardly conceal your bulge. He even pulled you to the side one to scold you for not wearing regulation gym clothes, before realizing they were and awkwardly sending you back into class. That was a moment of self-reflection for him.

He's not necessarily outwardly softer to you, you might even think he doesn't like you, given that he has you stay late to run or jump rope, or constantly pulls you into time out mid-game. It's all for your own good, trust him. He doesn't like the way some of the boys were looking at you, and he could tell Evan was a only a play away from trying to practically hump you while trying to 'get the ball'. He's made Harrison, who he loves as a player, run laps for talking to you for only a few minutes. He hates feeling like a jealous boy, but he can't help it. You make him feel young.

He establishes a private locker room area for you, since you're the headmasters kid and not an official student. Besides, you're clearly being harassed by the others! So, he's got a nice little closet for you, with a not suspicious air freshener that's not a hidden camera, and a private key only you have access to. (Technically that's true, he just has a bypass key for himself.) He'll snatch a pair of boxers or some panties, slipping them into his track coat for later. Eventually, he'll tell you he's worried you aren't able to catch up to the others, given that you arrived later and started the gym curriculum later than the others. He'll start having extra 'make-up' workouts with you, starting with stretching. One leg uo on the bar, you'll have to excuses his cold hand running along your thigh, or stroking over your chest as him just admiring how your strength and flexibility is evolving. He relishes the feeling of your body on his, groping you under the guise of training and resisting the urge to just slip aside your gym shorts and veg you to take him.

"Little star, part 'dem a little, there ve go." He keeps your legs parted as he works you into a position on your back, against the rubber mats the tumbling team had laid out. He lays just over you, pushing your legs back a little further with his arms, just far away enough to keep you from noticing his hard on, but enough to lightly press it against the plush swell of your ass. Good, let's just- fuck- hold. Let's hold."

☆ Kory Koffman, English teacher and part time librarian! The school outs so much effort into sports, both admin and students seem to forget about him. Hell, the library is used so little they fired the librarian, and he took it upon himself to try and care for the building himself. He's a sweet, shy man, who just wants to share his passion for literature with others. However, unlike Mr. Burton, he was never popular or famous, so he's content to keep to himself, but the loneliness does get to him.

When you wandered into his library one day, maybe looking for a book or seeking refuge from a hoarde ofadmirers, he was happy to welcome you into his little safe haven. He'll give you some warm tea from the little coffee machine he has set up, and sit you down. Let him help you find a book, or tell you about his creative writing class? He'd let you join, even late in the semester! It's not a very full class.

For the first time in his life, he finds himself craving the attention of another, of someone else's company, other than his books. He hasn't felt that need for connection since he was a boy, after his momma passed. He'll do anything to keep you there, and if reading isn't your thing, much to his chagrin, he'll add a DVD section to the library, but only good films and classic for you! No Adam Sandler, those movies are to overstimulating for poor Mr. Koffman.

As his feelings turn romantic, he's ashamed. You're a student, and he's a lonely old man, you deserve someone better, someone your age. However, the thought of you being with any of the many students who mock him in the halls or disrupt his class, the thought of hand you over to those-those imbeciles, hurts him. He wants you, and he's ashamed at the way his trousers go tight when you bend over to get a fallen book, or when you hand him his glasses after he misplaced them (again), the fact he just stares at your finger prints for awhile and refuses to clean the lens. He's not had sex in a long, long time, but he finds himself masturbating more than he ever did when he was younger. He'll watch library security footage openly, moaning and whimpering at his desk with no fear anybody will stop in, no one ever does but you. He wants you as his spouse, you already make his library, his home away from home seem brighter, imagine what you could do for his actual apartment.

"Oh, hello! It's good to see you, it's been a bit." He's a little bitter at that last statement, but adjusts his glasses and continues. "Just remember to stop by often, okay? I'd really, really hate to impose the late policy on you..."

☆ Atticus Critch, the schools latin instructor and head sponsor of student body, (not to mention the man in charge of detention), is a strict disciplinarian. He takes no nonsense from anyone, and despises the behavioral pardons given to boys like Evan or Harrison simply because they are athletes. Peter is obviously his favorite, and when he catches wind of the ways the boys around campus are speaking about you, he decides to take it upon himself to remove the distraction, by having Peter trail you and give you detention for minor inconveniences. Peter isn't particularly thrilled at always having to send you to detention instead of extorting you to get his rocks off, but he's hoping maybe he'll get to 'monitor' detention one of these days.

Initially, Mr. Critch has you doing small tasks, writing lines or organizing things, but soon he starts to see the appeal. If you're a good student for the most part, he's determined to keep you good, and away from all the vermin in this school. If you're bad, he's had plenty of experience in taming brats. He's open with his sexual desires, it his growing affection for you that makes him struggle.

If you've stayed out too late and broke curfew, you can spend detention on your knees, suckling his cock into the late hours. Maybe you've been running around with Tyler. He'll make you lay down on his desk and deny you your climax over and over again, asking is not making you cum is what that boy does to you, never fully satisfying you. He'll make you beg to finish, and to promise you'll be good from now on.

"Come on, repeat it. Tell me you'll be good now, that you won't bother with BOYS-" He annuciates with a thrust, "When you have a man right here, whose willing to take time out of his day to discipline you!" One the amorous session is over though, he definitely softens, trying to prove he's more than a boy in many ways, including good aftercare. He'll dress your limp form back up in your uniform and walk you get you a cup of water from the fountain. "Only ten minutes till your detention is over, dear. Just sit there, take some time to reflect on how you got here." His tone is demeaning, but as he pets your scalp, his touch is so feather-light. Don't expect is to last into the next day though.

a pet for a monster

cw: monster fucking w afab! gn reader, dead dove do not eat, extremely dubcon (tagging noncon) to con, breeding, pregnancy, lactation kink, 1k drabble but i managed to make it need every tw ever

He doesn’t understand your language—nor humans as a species, for that matter. So when you come into his possession he investigates your body quite thoroughly. He feels every curve and bump and hole and observes your reactions—wordless as always. 

He loves how you twitch and yelp when he touches between your legs, then when he smells you there he can’t help but want to taste—digging his long tongue inside of you. 

He’s unsure at first what to make of your reaction. How you tense and squeal—at first he wonders if it means he’s causing you pain. Your taste is addictive though, and his instincts tell him he’s doing what he’s supposed to be doing. So he doesn’t stop, quickly decoding your body language and sounds to mean pleasure. He’s been gripping your small frame by the shoulder to keep you steady, and at some point he feels your soft hands hold and rub at his wrist in what seems to be appreciation. He’s delighted that the two of you seem to be bonding.

Shortly after, you do the funniest thing. You twitch and pulse around his tongue, making all kinds of noise. Your grip on his wrist turns tight—a display of more strength than he’s ever seen from you. He likes the way you flood his taste buds at the same time, he can’t stop himself from lapping against your walls to swallow every last drop you have to give. 

Licking like that quickly becomes a common occurrence; it’s a dependable way for him to befriend his new pet, he’s certain. He likes you so much. 

One day, though you seem to be behaving like normal, the creature can smell that you’re in heat. A week or so after you had that mysterious bleeding, you become extremely fertile—smelling ripe and mouth watering as your organs literally prepare to be bred. It’s curious that you aren’t humping or whining or showing any signs of trying to sait what must surely be an ache; if the creature uses any other species as a guide you must be feeling incredibly needy. Still, you suffer in silence. 

Luckily for you, your new owner is kind and considerate—he’ll take care of it. It’s finally time he breeds you.

First he touches you in the way he knows makes your insides wet, tonguing the little crest in the folds between your legs till you do your twitchy thing that makes you gush. Then, careful to keep his claws at bay, he tries widening your hole, massaging your insides with a few digits in an attempt to prepare your body for his intrusion. Your kind is smaller and more fragile than his, so he’s often unsure which limits he can push with your body—especially the sensitive parts he gathers are your reproductive organs.

The breeding is successful, he believes. It goes well, though fitting himself inside makes him a bit nervous with how loud you get—he’s sure it is uncomfortable just based on the size difference. He knows it’s what’s best for you though, and he tries to be gentle and not force himself too quickly. 

In the end you’re squeaking and breathing so fast, having gone through cycle after cycle of gushing and twitching around him. It’s adorable. And the feeling—the squeeze your small body gives his cock is addicting. You feel so good, he can’t help but want to breed you constantly from then on. Especially when you seem down, perhaps some variation of anxious— paying attention to the area between your legs is always a sure way to calm and quiet you. 

It’s many months later that he finds another way to calm you down—cradling you in his arms while he drinks the sweet milk from your breasts. You seemed a bit sad after he took your baby, helping you with the birth before whisking the thing off to be raised with his kind. 

But, what, like he expected you to raise it? He’ll swallow the sweet liquid from your breasts himself—though from the timing of it he can deduce it was something your body made for it’s offspring. He loves the taste, cradling you in one arm while he carefully so carefully squeezes your breast in one clawed hand, sucking each of your tits while you pet his head and face. This seems to soothe you like it does him—maybe even satisfy some mysterious need of yours.

After years passed, you birthing more and more of his young in the mean time, you truly grow accustomed to your new life. You grow to love and trust your master, even trying to care for him the way he constantly cares for you. 

One time you even go so far as to try to please him with your mouth, licking and sucking at the monstrous length of his cock till he gives up his self-restraint and fucks you. He found the act sweet and endearing, but he certainly prefers your pussy—he’s molded you to fit him whole inside you now, your mouth can’t stretch around his entire length the same. 

He takes you out with him often nowadays, so much that others of his kind have grown used to your presence—finding it to be somewhat of a novelty. Your master is unusual. Most creatures like him don’t impregnate their pets—parading them around with swollen bellies—let alone let them wear clothes (he conceded in letting you once he gathered your species usually hid reproductive organs from those they didn’t wish to mate with… a possessive part of him was pleased).

But they accept you and your eccentric owner all the same—supposing that such a cute pet like you might drive anyone to act a bit odd.

welp atleast mikey's not mad lolol

god complex. // sanzu haruchiyo x fem! reader.

all characters are aged up.

this content includes : nonconsensual sex, dom! sanzu haruchiyo, creampie, breeding kink, choking, hair pulling, pwp, no prep, fear play, hate sex, no aftercare, cheating, semi-public sex.

N/A : this was quick so sorry, ill write more – this has been in my mind for awhile and I finally managed to get back to writing.

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Sanzu absolutely hated your guts, you were spoiled, and thought you were above him, thinking so highly of yourself. He can't have that, no, he can't. He has this sick fantasy of putting your spoiled self in place, and that's how exactly he got you cornered, in Mikey's— no, your husband's room, and bent over, your lacey panties pulled down to your ankles.

It was an embarrassing sight to be honest. Your face was flushed red, and you were shaking in fear from the gun pointed at your skull.

"Scream for help, princess and I'll blow your brains out." You did not know if he was lying, but looking at his eyes, glossed with lust and craze, he probably wasn't. He got off on people's pain, but was he about to actually kill you? Mikey's wife?

"It's about time I put you on your place, yeah? Thinking you can boss people around, just cause you're Mikey's cute lil wifey?" You could only whimper in pain, as he had his pants unzipped, and his dick out, rubbing the tip on that nerves that would make you let out a quiet moan.

"Please.. Please.. Stop." was the only thing you could let out from your plump lips, but he did not care, flipping you around and kissing you deeply, shoving his tongue in your mouth, as you could only cry.

Pulling away, he hummed, strings of saliva snapping and dripping on your chest. "You telling me to stop makes me want to destroy you more. So go on, spit some more. My guns loaded, princess." You hated that nickname, even though Mikey would call you that sometimes, but it was so degrading, you could only let out sobs from your mouth, which turned into an empty scream when he shoved his dick inside, slamming against your cervix, as if trying to force himself in your womb.

God, did it hurt, your sobs just continued, but so did he, pulling out and slamming repeatedly, against your g-spot, which absolutely ruined you.

Your mascara, that you have put on for Mikey was ruined, smudged on your face, that Sanzu couldn't help but take a picture, you're unsure if he would set it as his wallpaper, but judging by how insane he was, he probably would, and flex it to the Haitani brothers, on how he managed to put your bratty ass in check.

He continued his assault, putting his gun on the table next to you.

You had half a thought to grab it, but you knew he was faster, and stronger too. He would probably grab it before you can, so you decide to go limp and cry silently as he assaulted your now swollen pussy.

Sanzu grunted, pulling on your hair whilst he gripped onto your neck with his other, his thrust getting more sloppy.

It was then you only realized that he was not wearing a condom, and you were not on birth control since you and Mikey were trying for a child.

"Wh— Wai— Please.. Pull out. Not on—" You were cut off by the sound of your moans, that band in your stomach tightening up.

"Not on birth control? Oh, baby, I know that. You and my boss trying out for a child, mm... I know. Don't worry, I'll give it to you. Gonna get you pregnant." He grinned lazily, as he stared at your horrified face, struggling and squirming to get out of his hold, to no avail, he was stronger, you were weak.

With one last thrust, he shoved his dick inside you, spurting his cum straight into your womb.

An orgasm was ripped out of you, forced and unwilling, your face twisted into some form of ahegao, and god did he love it.

He continued to thrust, lazily, to keep his cum inside you, desperate to impregnate your fertile pussy.

You were snapped out of your thoughts from the sound of the door opening, and the sound of your husbands voice.

"Sanzu, I told you to wait for me."

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Holy fuck! Okay! Yes! YES! 👀 This is so fucked on both sides but like………….. lowkey pls 😶

everything he's ever wanted

part of my cheater cheater collab

♡ atsumu x freader ~ 6300 words

♡ nsfw - MINORS DNI!!

♡ tw: dark content!! dubcon/noncon, intoxication, cheating, manipulation, cum eating, crying

♡ basically u think ur fucking osamu bc ur so drunk and atsumu takes adv of tht

a playlist i made to go along with the manipulation vibes

♡ the party had simultaneously gone by so quickly and dragged on so long even though you were the one that brought it up in the first place and convinced your boyfriend, osamu, to take you and atsumu to tag along

♡ but your concept of time was out the window along with your balance and partying mood

♡ and you were drunk, so drunk, hadn't been out in so long and were trying to make up for it for some stupid reason, and your feet were killing you and you wanted to go home, but osamu was having so much fun so you tried to wait it out

♡ osamu could see you weren't having fun and as the caring, loving boyfriend he is, was going to cut his night short and take you home, because you were much more important than staying out for a few more hours

♡ "baby, i'm taking you home. you're tired and very drunk and i've got you, okay?"

♡ it takes a bit of time, and several attempts to turn him down, but osamu eventually agrees. atsumu is, after all, the one single person that he would ever trust to get you home safely and put you to bed without having to worry so avidly that he wouldn't enjoy the night anyway

♡ it takes a bit of time, and several attempts to turn him down, but osamu eventually agrees. atsumu is, after all, the one single person that he would ever trust to get you home safely and put you to bed without having to worry so avidly that he wouldn't enjoy the night anyway

♡ osamu kisses you quickly and says something you don't quite catch, but the room is spinning so you don't stick around to ask for clarification. you just want some fresh air.

♡ you're walking home, swaying from side to side, hopping over the small cracks in the sidewalk with atsumu's hand hovering over your arm just in case you lose balance completely

♡ he doesn't want to cross any lines, push through any barriers for both you and osamu. it doesn't matter how infatuated or obsessed atsumu is with you or how much he thinks about you, his brother's unobtainable, but incredibly gorgeous girlfriend, atsumu would never betray his brother, not like this.

♡ but his fingers skim over your arm and you don't move an inch, don't even acknowledge that he's there. his touch flows, so soft that it's tickling the pads of his fingers, and the flat of his hand is resting on your lower back.

♡ you're so out of it that you don't notice or you don't care or you just don't mention it, but... you're not saying anything, so it can't be crossing any line then, right? at least, not ones important enough for you to remember when you're inebriated.

♡ the hand on your lower back becomes stronger, more assertive, more confident in it's placement and in return, you're more lovey, moulding to the warmth and then leaning, on purpose or otherwise, into atsumu's shoulder with a delighted hum.

♡ "mmm, samu, thank you for walking me home, can't wait to get in bed with youuu" ~~

♡ hearing his brother's name come out of your mouth in reference to him makes atsumu recoil, cringing so viscerally that he almost immediately reprimands you, but the correction doesn't dare fall off his tongue.

♡ he couldn't force it if he tried, because you reach up, arm stretching to cusp his face in your hands, so soft against his jaw, and he loses every single train of thought he had.

♡ but that's not enough, because you turn your head and place a kiss wherever your lips land, not wanting to strain yourself. your lips purse against the base of atsumu's neck and they linger, but are gone too soon regardless.

♡ you're giggling because you're warm and your boyfriend is walking you home and you're drunk and happy and what's there not to be smiling and laughing about? you are a perfect state of absolute bliss with a syrupy sweet adoration that atsumu has to pretend is actually for him and he can't help himself-

♡ the instant that you stop walking, both feet planted on the ground for no reason other than the fact that you didn't want to take another step, atsumu kisses you. he takes your face in his hands, lifts your view towards him, looks you directly in the eyes just in case something'll click, and then he kissed you, hard and breathlessly, because he's always wanted to.

♡ god, it would have been so much easier if you just recognized. if you recognized it was the wrong twin in that moment, the rest of the night would have been so much easier.

♡ but you don't recognize him, not when he touches you or looks at you or kisses you. you kiss back, no hesitation in the way you match his intensity, murmuring osamu's name against his lips and, fuck, he's going to have fun tonight.

♡ because you keep calling him osamu the entire walk home, laughing and not registering when an answer comes back that feels a bit more cocky than you're used to, but it's fine. it has to be fine because he's about to get everything he's ever wanted.

♡ when you walk through the door, kicking your shoes off right in the middle of the entrance so that atsumu has to step over top of them, you’re already whining about wanting to be in bed, not straying far enough to be out of atsumu's sight, but enough to coerce him along

♡ you push through the door into your's and osamu's shared bedroom, stepping through the threshold like it's nothing, because it is nothing. this is your room, your private place of residence. you enter easily and without a second thought, and you expect him to do the same.

♡ but this wasn't atsumu's room. he had only been inside on a handful of occasions, frequently spending time in other rooms of the house, but never having a reason to be in your personal space.

♡ atsumu's thankful that you're drunk for many reasons and one of them is the fact that you won't notice the small amount of hesitance that runs through his mind as he steps past the doorframe.

♡ and you don't notice, much too busy with the shirt that's too much work to lift over your head and the pants that are much too tight, buttoned too neatly for your current lack of dexterity

♡ "want this off, samu, help."

♡ this time, atsumu doesn't hesitate, stepping forward in 2 large strides to meet you at the edge of the bed. he takes his time despite how whiny you are to get the articles off of you, but your fussy discomfort can wait.

♡ he wants to revel in it, the fickle impatience you're experiencing and how it makes your eyebrows knit together in the middle of your face and your bottom lip jut out. he leans down, pressing a kiss against it, because he can, and because your pout dissolves momentarily as you giggle at the contact

♡ atsumu's fingers skim against your stomach, migrating back and forth between the hem of your shirt and the waistband of your pants. so many options laid out in front of him and all he has to do is choose.

♡ when you murmur out osamu's name, egging him to move on, he listens, lifting up your shirt, palms sculpting to your sides as he pushes up the fabric.

♡ once he catches sight of your perfect skin, exposed only for him, he starts to lose himself, much too urgent to teasingly strip you. your shirt’s in a heap on the floor and his fingers are fumbling with the clasps to your bra, impatient in his own endeavor to see your perfect body

♡ “need help with this too, baby?” he asks, but it’s already undone, straps sliding down your arms with atsumu’s guiding push.

♡ he bends down, forehead against your shoulder, nose nuzzled right into you, inhaling your scent so deeply that it almost makes him dizzy. your perfume has worn off, subtle hints lingering, but ultimately the only thing he can smell is you.

♡ if it weren’t for his overwhelming need to kiss you, to gawk at you, to taste you, to feel you, he could sit right here, pressed against your skin, breathing you deep for the rest of his life. he can feel the blood rushing from his head, cock growing harder in his jeans as he inhales you

♡ lips press wherever he can reach, licking his lips between each one so you can feel the cool air where his lips used to be whenever he reluctantly pulls away.

♡ wet marks trail down your body, caress roaming briskly so he feel more of you, as much as he can get his hands on, he can't stop, you feel just like he's imagined

♡ he lowers to the ground, lips dragging against your stomach until he's eye-level with your waist. the button's much easier for him to undo, no difficulty unfastening and tugging down your pants for you to step out of them.

♡ your panties are so tight, taut against your puffy lips, a tiny dark spot drawing him in like a man dying of thirst.

♡ fuck, he needs to taste you. he knows that there's an unofficial timer counting down in his head, one that runs out with his brother coming home and all of his dreams coming to an end, but he has to get between your legs, shove his face so deep in your cunt that he'll be tasting it forever

♡ "pretty girl, lay down, let me take care of ya, okay?"

♡ you don't object, but he's not sure that with the state you're in right now, you completely understand the implications of that sentence. your movements don't have nearly as much control as they normally do, back falling against the bed almost instantaneously with your hips.

♡ he wants to continue to take his time with you, but he's getting restless, skin crawling with an overwhelming need, stomach empty, hungry for you and only you. he rolls your panties down your thighs, calves, throws them to the side, and, in a moment, nudges your legs apart

♡ his arms snake beneath the undersides of your knees, hands clasping together under your lower back. he pulls you close, leans in closer, salivating because your folds are glistening. if he didn't have such a hold on you, he'd drag a single digit between them just to test the waters

♡ he'll just have to use his tongue instead

♡ the second his tongue dips into your heat, there's no going back. whatever ounce of reluctance that was buried deep inside has evaporated, gone with all self-control.

♡ it's all teeth and tongue, lips, nose, and chin, any bit of his face that he can rub against your slippery cunt. he can't breathe, too excited, too smothered. he'd rather die than give this up for a second.

♡ you're startled at first, confusion leaving your lips, evident on your face if he looked up for a quarter of a second, but he couldn't, he doesn't, stays buried between your legs, surrounded by you, thighs pressed against his ears so when you tell him...

♡ "stop for second, samu, wait, what? baby, hold on, what's happenin?"

♡ he can't hear a thing, not that he would've stopped if he'd heard you crystal clear.

♡ you taste just as sweet as he thought, maybe even sweeter, hints of salt and thicker than he imagined, swallowing whatever was too much for his mouth. you coat his tongue, prodding at your hole because every time he does, you gush for him even more.

♡ when you give in, not quite understanding, but knowing that warmth is spreading to every inch of your skin and your throat is getting dry, your body relaxes, melts into the bed, hands parting his natural roots. you're far too lethargic to fight it anyway, so you might as well enjoy it.

♡ atsumu could stay here forever, gracious and happy as he sloppily worked his tongue between your lips. if he wasn't so pussy-drunk, he'd be more meticulous, care more about the shape of his tongue and the placement, but he's so hard, cock straining against the insides of his jeans, and his tongue feels so good flicking over and jabbing into your hole, but he needs to be inside you.

♡ he pulls away, watching a thin string connect his lips to yours, cock throbbing at the thought of being surrounded by it, and he whimpers, unapologetically because you won't remember it in the morning and he's been waiting so fucking long to take you

♡ "samu, you came home early for me, lemme repay you, know you love it, baby."

♡ you sit up and before he knows it, you're already crawling towards him, hands out towards his belt, innocent pleas in your eyes that he couldn't deny even if the plea wasn't for something he's fisted his cock to on many occasions.

♡ atsumu places his hands over yours, helping you along as you try to undo his belt and button. you're fumbling even with his guidance, rushing to get it off as you scooch closer and closer with each passing second.

♡ you don't waste any time once his cock is released from it's confines, breath hitching for a moment as you sit back into your heels and just look at him. it makes atsumu's heart flutter in a way that it shouldn't, the admiration in your eyes as you look up at him.

♡ your mind is racing, not all there, and you don't remember osamu's cock perfectly, but this feels different in a way. it feels different against your palm, longer and thicker, slightly more curved, purplish head with precome beading at the slit. you have to open your mouth wider, you think, maybe, jaw aching as you take him into your mouth.

♡ oh my god, your mouth is so warm, hot wrapped around his length, head immediately bobbing so fast that he has no idea how you’re not dizzy. you don't give him any time to think or react, your fingers digging into his thighs, pushing down his jeans further as he slides down your throat deeper

♡ you're choking, gagging on his length, eyes screwed shut, throat sore, speed slowing, but that won't do. his cock sliding against your tongue, mouth so wet and warm, lips tight like a perfect little hole, he can't get enough.

♡ it felt good when you were in control, but when he grabs a fistful of your hair, it gets so much better. he's setting the pace now, no regard for the spit he's fucking out of your mouth or his balls slapping against your chin, just enjoying how willingly your throat accepts every inch.

♡ your nails are digging into his thighs, arms weak, but trying, as they push against him, protests garbled because your mouth is so full. he can't understand you, so he keeps fucking your throat harder, harder, harder, harder until his grip on your head is shaking

♡ it takes you far too long to feel okay again, out of breath, coughing to regain composure and to get more air in your lungs and because there's finally nothing in your throat, blinking away tear after fat tear, wiping them with the backs of your hands.

♡ "samu, fuck, baby, that hurt a lot."

♡ your tone is hoarse, eyes evading from shyness or fear, it didn't really matter. he was moving you in the midst of it all, positioning you on your back again, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist, but they keep sliding so he places them on his shoulders.

♡ and it should be a warning sign, a cautionary tale, something to deter him from going too far again, but fuck, if you don't look so pretty trying to feel better. fuck, if it doesn't make his cock twitch when you sniffle from the tears. fuck, if he wouldn't be lying if he said your voice didn't sound even sweeter just like this.

♡ "sorry, doll, just felt too good."

♡ he can hear how disingenuous it sounds, just the apology, not the rest, but you don't catch it. you nod along, no verbal acceptance, nothing to tell him it's okay, but humming anyway.

♡ but he doesn't wait for a reply or an okay to move on from what had just happened, it doesn't even enter his mind as a possibility. he's so close. if he pressed his hips forward the tiniest bit, he could feel you. his cock won't stop leaking, dripping precome against the sheets, going to waste.

♡ so he rests his cock between your legs, rubbing against you slowly, just feeling the drag of your skin against his, leaking onto your stomach.

♡ his head slips between your lips, no hand to guide it, moving with gravity and the push of his hips. when he feels the warmth, the wetness coating his spongy head, his hips buck on instinct, rutting again in an attempt to replicate the feeling again

♡ he rubs the tip between your folds, hips canting forwards to feel even more of you, exhaling all of the air out of his lungs when you envelope the head

♡ youre so wet, so fucking wet, pussy drooling onto the sheets below you, and atsumu is staring in awe, swallowing thickly at how involuntary your need is for him

♡ “want me fuck this slutty pussy, dontcha?”

♡ he mumbles it under his breath, not giving you even a moment to think about it before sinking into you, burning hot walls choking his cock almost immediately

♡ he had only used his tongue, hadn’t stuck a single finger inside you to prepare your tight hole for his girth. he didn’t let you adjust either, slid right inside you, pulling you onto him and pressing his hips to meet you until they were flush against your thighs

♡ he wasn’t regretting it. not even as the size took your breath away or the subtle protests left your throat, wasn’t pulling out or slowing down, either, only offered an unapologetic apology as he kept a steady pace

♡ “baby, samu, canyou slow down m please, cant take it, hurts.”

♡ “sorry, pretty, i know, sorry.”

♡ he couldn’t regret it, not when your fleshy walls hugged his cock so tight, squeezed every inch, arousal slicking him with every thrust, the most lewd noises bouncing off the walls right back to his ears only encouraging him to fuck into you harder

♡ once you get used to it, the pain of the stretch subsiding, you won’t stop squirming, moving, whimpering and moaning with every drive of his hips, muttering words too incoherently to make out

♡ you look so cute beneath him. your hair is a mess, head pressed so far into the mattress, unable to stay still as atsumu fucks you harder. you’re not looking at him, can’t focus on one thing for too long, but he can’t stop looking at you

♡ he couldnt if he tried, eyes glued to you as you convulse, clenching around him, walls fluttering as you cum from penetration alone

♡ and, well, atsumu's obviously better for you anyway, right? because you're fucked out beneath him, recovering from your orgasm, already being driven to another one, eyes rolled back so far that you can feel the strain, tears streaming down your cheeks, sobbing so pretty, begging him for more

♡ "please, please, please, it's so good, more please, feels so good, samu, fuck, oh my god, please don't stop, baby, please."

♡ you won't stop asking for more, praising his every motion, slurring gratitudes, and sobbing out osamu's name, telling him that he's never fucked you this good before, because he hasn't

♡ osamu has never fucked you this good before, with such urgency and desperation. atsumu's fucking you as if this is the last time he'll ever get to, because it will be. he's savoring it, committing to memory how your gummy walls massage his length, how perfectly tight your hole is, how eagerly you're sucking him.

♡ your hole is so snug around his fat cock, it feels like he has to force his way inside with every slam of his hips, like he’s splitting you open, your cunt molding around every vein, every curve, clenching around every throb.

♡ it's like you were made for him.

♡ you were made for him.

♡ you were made for h i m.

♡ he knows from praises tumbling from your lips that he’s pleasing you in ways that osamu just isn’t capable of, that’s not atsumu’s fault. every single one of your reactions is pushing him further, harder.

♡ on your walk back, he had some sort of resolve, could separate his wants from reality, from what could actually happen, but now the line was blurred. no, not blurred, it was completely gone. he was getting exactly what he wanted, he could have whatever he wanted, nothing to stop him, nothing to hold him back

♡ and you just kept solidifying it in his mind, kept proving him right time and time again with your noises and your involuntary jerks, how you would cum around his cock without even announcing it, so absolutely wrecked that it wasn’t even a thought in your mind

♡ he slinks deeper and deeper into this power-hungry state, never wanting the feeling to stop, your orgasms a necessity for him, for his pleasure. his regret and remorse are slipping through a shallow grip that he has no intent on retaking, justifications as useless as your warnings of discomfort

♡ it’s not enough. not enough. need more. he needs more. needs it harder. has one arm wrapped around your thighs, tight together against his chest, one digging into your hip, slamming his cock inside of you.

♡ he’s savored it for too long. it’s burned into his mind, the way your folds part for his head, the image of your hole sucking him in as he pulled back on repeat every time he closed his eyes. he didn’t need to savor it any longer. he needed everything you were capable of giving and more.

♡ the uncomfortable groans turn to winces. the winces turn to soft mutters of osamu’s name. the soft mutters turn to audible wait, wait… waits. the waits turn to stops followed by pleases. your hands are on him, no strength behind your pushes as you try to ground yourself

♡ “wait, stop, please, it’s too much, fuck, it hurts, stop for a second, please.”

♡ but it’s okay. it’s fine. ♡ who cares?

♡ atsumu doesn’t have to worry about that. atsumu doesn’t have to listen to you. atsumu doesn’t care. because… why would he?

♡ atsumu isn’t fucking you so relentlessly, so deep that the tip of his cock is kissing your cervix, pain shooting through your lower body, spreading through your chest, eyes closing harshly so tears don’t come spilling, breath taken from your lungs.

♡ atsumu isn’t choking you so brutally that your fingernails are drawing blood from his wrists, grip like it’s life or death as you claw at whatever part of his arm you can reach. each thrust somehow cutting off even more of your airway

♡ atsumu isn’t throwing you around the bed, manhandling and forcing you into positions so violently that in your drunken, wobbly state, you fall off the bed, crashing and colliding with the floor. the humiliation almost worse than the pain.

♡ atsumu isn’t the one that gets onto the floor, onto his knees, and lifts your lower half up to him, ass against his thighs as he slides back into you, fucking you mercilessly, subtle burns forming on your back from the rough carpet.

♡ atsumu isn’t muttering praises, your name, whatever actually comes to his mind as you grip onto him continually, orgasms like rolling waves, growing in intensity and subsiding, but never truly leaving.

♡ you’re sobbing, snot and tears and spit sloppy all over your face, quiet attempts to stop him still spilling despite his active ignorance. and it should turn him off, but it makes it so much better, so much more real, the effects he has on you.

♡ and it pushes him over the edge, your strangled, weak pleas and contrasting bodily reactions, and just how perfectly made for him you are.

♡ “gonna cum, pretty girl, gonna cum, doll, deep inside ya, pretty.”

♡ it’s not a request, but you seem to think it is, eyes blown wide for the first time tonight, panic instantly taking over your features, your limbs.

♡ “no. don’t. please, i can’t- i’m not- you can’t. don’t. please, samu, don’t. seriously.”

♡ he almost wishes that you didn’t protest, not because he needs you to want it, but for your sake. it’s so easy, so much more satisfying to press his hips against your flesh, balls twitching against your ass as he unloads deep inside you, cock pulsing so powerfully that you can feel each one, can match it to each thick rope that paints you

♡ you want it to stop. you wait for it to stop. every stream feels like it’s the last one, like any more would spill out of your hole, no matter how tightly clenched it was around him. it doesn’t spill out, atsumu makes sure of that. and it’s not the last one, there’s still more, so much you can taste it, so much that you’re not sure how it’s all stuffed inside of you.

♡ “perfect, so perfect for me, baby, just for me, all mine, marked ya so yer all mine.”

♡ he’s half-tempted to leave it inside of you, let it drip out through the night, stain your sheets dark with his cum, and let you find it in the morning when you stand up and feel it drool onto your thigh.

♡ but he can’t do that. he knows that he can’t, pulls out slowly, chest heaving as he reaches down, two fingers to catch whatever milky seed drips out of you, pushing it back into your gaping hole, fluttering so tenuously from being so empty.

♡ he rubs the thick, sticky substance over your puffy, red lips, over your swollen, sensitive clit, and you’re crying again, trying so hard to squeeze your legs together without squeezing the rest of the cum out of your ruined cunt

♡ “yer so messy, baby”

♡ he couldn’t keep it inside you, he would’ve missed this pretty fucking sight.

♡ and he couldn’t keep it inside you, because osamu would never do that. and the person fucking you right now isn’t atsumu. the person who came so fucking deep inside of you isn’t atsumu.

♡ it’s osamu.

♡ osamu is the name falling from your lips and osamu is, in your mind, the person who is fucking you so rough that your orgasms are coming, repeatedly, constantly, from force, not enjoyment, the person who, against your very verbal and phsyical nonconsent, came inside of you.

♡ but you won’t remember in the morning how horrible “your boyfriend” was to you, anyway, no. you’ll wake up with some bruises from the fall, a soreness in the depths of your throat, some burns you’ll never be able to find, and a foggy recollection that… that.. someone?? something happened last night, but the details will be sparse

♡ the details will be so sparse and the memory will be a grain of sand compared to the mountain that is the actuality of the situation. you probably won’t remember this moment, despite the time that’s ticked by and how badly he wishes that you will.

♡ he doesn’t harp on it for too long, is too busy soaking in the aftermath that he’s created.

♡ fuck, you look so perfect with his cum pouring out of you that it pains him to clean it, hesitantly diving his fingers into you so he can coax the mess out. eyes fixated on how empty you’re starting to look as more and more leaks out of you and he refuses to let it go to waste

♡ he coats his fingers with it, scoops as much as he can with his fingertips and places them against your lips.

♡ “open. don’t waste it.”

♡ it’s not as sweet as the rest of his words, but you don’t seem to notice, parting your lips slowly as he slips his digits between them, cum glossy on your lips and dribbling down your chin. he’s fast to catch the mess, shoving his fingers down your throat as soon as he wipes it away

♡ he doesn’t stop until his fingers come out clean, the only thing left a thin sheen of slick and cum against your thighs that he kisses away

♡ he hopes that if nothing else you remember his cum against your tongue, the texture and the slightly salty taste. he hopes it lingers until the morning when you’re sober and aware and that a heaviness sits in your stomach that you can’t quite place.

♡ you’ve gone silent now, no longer pleading for him to stop or asking questions, lips a quivering line as he helps you into bed. his touch is ghostly now, so soft that you can barely feel it in comparison to his previously painful hold.

♡ he dresses you in one of osamu’s shirts, carefully rolling the fabric over your sensitive skin. and then he tucks you in, pulling the blanket up to your chest, pushing the hair out of your face, wiping your sweaty forehead, and he kisses you.

♡ leans down and presses his lips onto yours, hands clasping together on the base of your head to bring you deeper to offset your flinch, savoring the last of his moments with you, and then pulling away.

♡ he says it from the doorframe, hand hovering over the light switch

♡ “goodnight, yn, i love you.”

♡ and then he leaves, shutting off the light and closing the door leaving you all alone

♡ in the morning, you’ll wake up next to a passed out osamu who was also disgustingly drunk and atsumu will knock on the door lightly because he can’t not have a control on the the first conversation hat you and osamu have

♡ because osamu is smart and you’re smart and you’ll both connect the dots

♡ so atsumu knocks on the door and you shuffle to the door and he motions into the kitchen, and this is where he sees how good your memory actually is, waiting with hitched breath to see if you object and slam the door on him

♡ but you don’t. you follow, still a bit dazed and groggy, but dragging your feet against the floor as you make your way into the kitchen a few steps behind him. he’s already made you breakfast, is brewing you a cup of coffee and you don’t look apprehensive, you look elated

♡ the conversation at the table is small, you’re mostly focused on eating and he’s mostly focused on trying not to think too hard about last night.

♡ did you taste him when you woke up?

♡ osamu eventually makes his way into the kitchen as well and you are all over him, dumbly soft hanging onto his shoulders, leaning your body weight against him and atsumu is gazing at your body, slowly undressing you in his head, relishing in the picture he’s painting himself because you’re too in love to notice

♡ and you’re breathy moans are filling his head along with the plush fat of your thighs in his hands and the sting of his hips from pounding into you too hard and he’s trying, but not hard enough, to not get hard at breakfast

♡ yours and osamu’s conversation is a back and forth of recollections of the previous night, smiles and gratitudes and “did you have fun?”s and atsumu’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.

♡ then it does.

♡ “god, samu, baby, i’m so sore from last night. you were so rough with me, i mean- it was really fucking good, but i just feel it everywhere this morning.”

♡ osamu goes to answers, narrows his eyes and titles his head and wracks his brain for the memory of fucking you. he was really drunk last night… did he? when he got home? no… right?

♡ atsumu sees the wheels turning in his head and cuts it off before it can progress any further.

♡ “no, i took ya home last night. got ya in bed safe and sound. well, i mean, ya did fall off the bed because ya didn’t want to go to sleep and were tryin to get up and tripped over yer blankets, but no, ya got home and went straight to bed.”

♡ “i don’t know, maybe some weird dream?? or?? i don’t know. i’m not sure what happened after osamu got home.”

♡ but, god, fuck, he knows. of course, he knows. he’s been thinking about it all morning. he’s thinking about it right now. he’s remembering you around him, you screaming out for him, you fucked out beneath him, and he’s trying to hide how much it’s effecting him under the table.

♡ he’s remembering every single detail that you can’t fucking remember, running through his head like he video tapped the entire thing (and now he’s cursing himself for not filming the entire thing)

♡ maybe next time.

♡ there has to be a next time.

♡ he couldn’t live with the thought of never being able to fuck you again.

♡ he has to excuse himself, muttering some excuse about feeling dirty after being in the club all last night, and it’s somewhat true, but not really the reason he needed to leave, why he needed to sneak off to the shower

♡ he can’t get you out of his head, how could he. and he’s so fucking hard, throbbing against his thin shorts, palming himself through his boxers as he waits for the water to heat up.

♡ fisting his cock as the hot water drips down his body, steam filling his lungs with every quick inhale as he tries to replicate how snug your cunt was, thinking, coming up with any scenario in his head to fuck you again.

♡ he has to have you again, whatever it takes.

♡ it doesn’t matter if he has to get you drunk again, drug you, fuck you while you’re sleeping, it doesn’t matter how unwilling or how incoherent you were, he was going to be inside of you again.

//

♡ except..

♡ except…. being drunk again implies that you were drunk in the first place

♡ but you hadn’t had a drink for hours before atsumu had taken you home. you had dumped your drinks or swapped them for water or forget them on barstools and tables. you hadn’t drank for hours, but no one knew that. only you knew that.

♡ because you watched atsumu watch you all night, sure, but more than that, you’ve watched atsumu watch you for years. you’ve seen him stare at osamu with an envy so familiar that it hurt and you’ve seen him stick around with you in situation he normally wouldn’t just to walk close to you

♡ but you had osamu and you loved osamu and would never cheat on osamu, but if you could create a scenario… well, maybe you wouldn’t have to be the bad guy.

♡ maybe you would commit osamu’s name to memory, staring at his brother with that stupid fucking smirk on his face. they were twins, yes, but they didn’t look the same, no, not when you really looked.

♡ atsumu always looked smug, like he was hiding a secret from the world that no one else was good enough to share it with, and he always looked happy, like his life was so incredible that he didn’t have any choice in the matter, and atsumu looked like he could destroy you without even trying.

♡ and maybe you would bat your eyes at atsumu like you always did at osamu so that he couldn’t tell the difference and you would hang off of him your entire walk home so that he knew you were depending on him

♡ you didn’t know at the time that you had bitten off a bit more than you could chew, but that didn’t matter, because you were living out an all too familiar fantasy in your head

♡ if your plan was to let atsumu get exactly what he wanted while you got exactly what you wanted, then, is that so bad? and, well, if osamu ever found out.. well.. you were the victim.. you were so drunk

♡ “samu, i- i thought it was you, baby… i didn’t know.. he was.. he was so rough, i should’ve known you would never treat me like that, but i didn’t… i was so.. he..”

♡ if osamu found out, he would never blame you.

♡ he’d know that it’s not your fault. it wasn’t your fault that you had been taken advantage of so horribly by someone you and him both trusted so much.

♡ that’s… that’s not cheating ♡

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dark content ! you have been warned <3

warnings: misogyny, rape, dubcon, sexism, breeding, unprotected sex, virginity loss(?)

dug into my stash last night and mmm… incel xiao… sobbing it’s so awful that it’s hot. he’s so angry that you’re a mortal and a mortal girl. since when have they been anything but fuckholes for adepti like him? in modern… he’s a misogynist PLEASE. he HATES women cause he can’t fuck them as he pleases. why do they have rights? they should just be in the kitchen and falling over to suck his dick. he’s just so internally angry that he’s a virgin hehe. honestly it’s completely degenerate of him but it’s also kind of cute. it’s not so cute when he uses as a reasoning to rape you ♡ after all it’s your place as a woman isn’t it? to keep his cock in your tight pussy and swallow his seed, to let him let out creamy loads right into your womb. xiao would never wear a condom, he fucking throws it away when you try to compromise with him to wear one. bet he grabs you by the face and spits right in your eye! “fucking bitch, don’t you know your place? it’s your duty.. it’s your blessing that i’m fucking you raw. don’t you ever dare try make me wear one of those ever again, slut.”

before he made his move on you, he probably posted blurry pictures of you on reddit… all the comments call you rapemeat n a slut begging to be assaulted by xiao <3 he took it to heart n took advantage of you !!! it’s all your fault you’re a weak woman that can’t fight back, fucked dumb by his cock so you stop struggling n moaning like the wanton whore you are. xiao knows you belong beneath him n he just helped make it reality <3

ʚ Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ Kɴᴏᴡs Bᴇsᴛ ɞ

╰┈➤ Big Bro!Yuji Itadori x lil sis!reader

╰┈➤ Request: “pretty please with cherry on top write smth with big brother yuji x hardcore rape or smth,”

╰┈➤ Tags: college/no curses, no edit, short-form, drabble, NSFW, dark, incest, drinking, noncon, good guy Yuji

Yuji is the sweetest big brother.

He dotes on you at every turn, especially since you picked the same university as your big brother. Yuji was so proud when you told him. Your brother walks you to your morning classes and back to your dorm every day. Yuji insists on carrying your backpack and any stray books you need to lug around. Being a freshman is hard, every gen-ed has a textbook that could double as a brick, and Yuji doesn’t want his perfect little sister to lift a finger when he deems it unnecessary.

Your brother also makes sure you have plenty of fun, that’s what these years are for right? He brings you to all of the upperclassman parties and drives you and your girlfriends home safe. Yuji doesn’t care much for drinking anyway, it’s more fun watching you in this brand new- and kinda scary- environment. Plus, if some guy thinks it wise to come up to you while you and your friends are having fun, Yuji needs to be sharp so he can punch him through a wall.

You’ll never forget the first party your brother ever brought you to, a waisted frat boy spilled his drink down the front of your dress. “Oops,” was his apology, “guess you’ll have to take it off.” Yuji reacted so fast, the last of the drunken strangers words got clipped by the sound of his teeth chipping.

Your heart races at just the memory, the flash of unmistakable rage melting from your brother’s face almost immediately when his attention turned back to you. Shushing you, brushing hair from your face and doing a once over to ensure you hadn’t caught stray droplets of that poor fuckers blood.

It’s not that Yuji’s clueless, he knows that bringing a cute little freshman to the big-kid parties will garner some unfavorable attention. It all evens out, though, when he gets to watch the liquor as it flushes your face and pulls at the hem of your already-too-short dress.

You get so needy after just a few drinks- needy for attention, needy for a dancing partner, needy for another red cup of fruity liquor. And your brother is always there to help.

That’s what he’s made for, Yuji thinks, to be all the things you need. So when the parties start getting slow and you’ve about reached you limit of alcohol before things start getting fuzzy, Yuji’s right there to offer you a steady arm and one last drink.

“I think,” you hiccup, “I think I’m drunk. Like- really drunk.” You extend your vowels in a way that definitely proves you point as Yuji sits you in the passenger seat of his car. You don’t have to tell him, he knows. He’s the one that refills your cup as soon as it’s empty.

You don’t notice where Yuji’s sitting you down until you’re falling back into the mattress. You fist the comforter at your sides, you’re not in your dorm room, you’re in your brother’s apartment.

“Did you have fun tonight?” Your vision is bleary and unable to focus, but you can see the outline of your brother above you. Yuji busies himself with the straps of your heels, but isn’t holding his breath for you to respond.

His hands feel detached as they settle behind your knees, like the skin he’s touching isn’t your own. Your limbs are deadweight, but Yuji is inexplicably strong and pushes your legs up to your chest. The tight dress you wore tonight falls at the front and your tits spill into view.

Yuji takes a moment to enjoy the sight of you in his bed, dress scrunched around your waist and panties long gone. Wait- where did your panties go? You don’t remember taking them off.

“W-wait Yuji, what’s- what’s going on?” The liquor sloshes in your head when your cheek falls to one side, it’s taking too much energy to keep up.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to make you feel good. You trust your big brother right?” And you nod, because of course you do. In times where you can’t think straight, Yuji can do it for you.

A mess of pink hair tickles the inside of your thighs, and a wet-hot tongue is licking long stripes into your pussy. You squeal on contact, and a low groan rips from your brother’s throat.

“Such a sweet little girl.” He whispers into your lips, punctuating with an open-mouth kiss to you clit. He could lick at you like this forever, leave the strain in his jeans to drain all the blood in his head just so he doesn’t have to stop fucking his tongue into you.

“Want you, want you Yuji..” you’re words paw at him, pulling him up to meet your face. He’s got his weeping cock in his fist before you can say another word.

He’ll fuck you into his mattress all night, pump you full of cum, throw you through drunken, dizzy orgasms until your little body goes into tremors.

Because you get whatever you want when it comes to Yuji, because that’s what big brothers are for.

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BE CAREFUL WHO U TRUST

pairing: plug!kamo choso, nanami kento, fushiguro toji, geto suguru, gojo satoru × reader

wc: 5.5k

synopsis: running out of weed, you contact your dealer who couldn’t say no to you, his cute little regular, upon asking if you could pick some up. he might have forgotten to mention that he had his pals over at the meeting spot - an intimidating bunch of different personalities. as lawless as they all were, the opportunity just fell right into their hands when it was purge day.

genre/warnings: PURGE!AU, MODERN!AU, DARK CONTENT, NONCON/DUBCON, ANGST, drugs (marijuana), fear play, predator/prey, threesomes, praise, degradation, hairpulling, manhandling, unprotected sex, creampies, cum-eating, squirting, overstimulation, oral (f. + m. receiving), plug!choso, the rest are all somehow in the business as well, one mention of toji having a kid

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the buzzing of his burner phone was what pulled the sleepy man from his daze, making a pale hand retract the device from his baggy pants to stare at the bright screen. he ignored the curious glances of the men around him, thick eyebrow quirking up at the new text.

a text from his favorite buyer. he imagined your cute, talkative self, the way you’d almost childishly reach for the bagged buds as you handed him your money, getting too close for comfort every time, touches lingering longer than they had to. the innocent fluttering of your lashes against the apples of your cheeks would always make his breath hitch in his throat.

it seemed like today was his lucky day. he’d been busy thinking when he would see you again.

(y/n)

hey cho, are you at the hideout? please say yes, i ran out :(

choso hadn’t pegged you as the stupid type. you were smart, even went to college and all and were doing pretty good from what you’d blabbered to him, oversharing like you usually did.

were you not aware that it was the purge tonight? the warehouse was pretty soundproof - none of them would be able to hear if someone was getting murdered outside of the blinds right now - but you had to he home right now, experiencing the absolute chaos going on.

but then again, you were pretty careless. you didn’t take life too seriously. he guessed that you didn’t care about the night of the lawless.

on the other side, you were already getting ready to leave your place, when your phone lit up with a response from your dealer.

cho-cho

come to the usual spot

the heart you sent him made him breathe through his nose, rubbing the tattooed bridge of his nose as his eyes then wandered to the men distributed all over the warehouse, busying themselves with either packing up drugs, counting fat stacks of money, or just… dawdling away.

a loud sigh leaving the four-eyed blonde’s lips made another chuckle. “nanamin, loosen up a little, will you?,” the latter teased his underclassman, who only glanced at him from under his glasses in response, eyes stern and in no mood for jokes. “i am merely here to make sure you don’t do anything stupid and get yourself killed tonight, gojo.”

dark blue, sharp eyes wandered from his favorite thing in the world - that valuable, precious paper that could buy anything in the world, even happiness, he was convinced - to the blonde, head cocking to the side as scarred lips stretch into a grin. “if you’re so decent, then why’re you here?,” he drawled, making the man opposite to him handling the green, dried buds, snort in amusement.

“stop picking on nanami, guys.” a puff of an exhale made a long streak of black hair leave his forehead, as amber, narrow eyes darted over to a suspiciously silent choso, “is anyone coming?”

he nodded, before responding curtly, “college girl.”

the oldest of the bunch chuckled lowly as suddenly, the money didn’t seem that interesting to him anymore. that was a first.

“is she hot?”

it would take a person to reach a certain level of lunacy to get on a bike in this madness. not even that, but drive all the way to the outskirts of tokyo into a deserted industrial area where there were nothing but fields, more fields, and a whole load of eerie-looking factories.

on a night like this. purge night, to be exact.

well, it was the night of the craziest people in the city to let their creativity have its way. which was why it didn’t surprise you when a few purgers, masked or not, actually waved at you, hollering as you rode past them on your bike, zooming through pretty disturbing scenes of religious rituals and other things you’d rather not deal with:

as long as you’d make it back home in one piece, with weed to get you through your upcoming midterms, you would be fine. plus, seeing your absolutely fuckable drug dealer was always a bonus. you were a sucker for the sleep-deprived, socially awkward type.

maybe you’d make a move tonight. the thought made you giggle as you got off your bike, leaning it against the wall of the large building with countless storage rooms of all sizes in it. you wondered if there were people who stored corpses, human remains or other sick shit in them.

it wouldn’t be that surprising to you, judging by the twisted things happening in today’s world.

entering the building through the gates after scanning the QR-code at the entrance that choso had sent to you a couple of months ago when you’d first started buying from him, you listened to the abnormally high fences sliding close, the sound of them locking into place echoing across the open area introducing the first store rooms to you.

now you had to admit that you didn’t really like such quiet, empty places, especially when they were so spacious and seemingly never-ending. coming here never failed to make a chill run down your spine, and it wasn’t just from the anticipation of reuniting with some fantastic kush.

you weren’t quite the best with orientation when it came to this place -- a fucking maze, because the rooms all looked the same and the numbers didn’t help at all. so, with a frustrated groan, you dialed choso’s number, something he had gotten accustomed to at this point.

“sorry to call you, cho, i keep forgetting the number,” you murmured while pensively looking around, fingers of your unoccupied hand playing with the hem of your oversized t-shirt. it was a warm night, so you hadn’t bothered wearing anything other than the t-shirt and a skirt that wasn’t exactly long.

the sounds of him playing with keys and roller shutters opening could be heard both at the other end of the line, and from upstairs — right, that’s where he had his place. the sound of the shutter clattering until it reached the top of the room made you shiver, especially when it was followed by nothing.

you started sweating at how scary this whole scenery was. if choso wasn’t someone you trusted, you’d never even step foot into this place. only over your dead body.

a wave of relief washed over you upon rushing inside the storeroom after you basically sprinted upstairs. it was the first time you were that scared of coming here. perhaps it was related to what day it was today, you reminded yourself.

“i’m so glad—”

the remaining sentence that would voice your relief died down in your throat as you looked inside the room to peek two guys inside. and boy did their appearances make you shiver. the terrible, itching feeling under your fingernails was a dead giveaway that your body was screaming at you to succumb to your flight instinct.

besides, where the hell was choso? he was nowhere to be seen. hadn’t he just picked up your call?

“you’re glad about what, sweetie?,” came the voice of the ivory-haired man looming over your form as he appeared at your dead angle, slender finger swirling the keys of the place. soon enough, the second figure joined, legs of a chair screeching as he stretched his back from having hunched over the uncountable stacks of money for hours.

“the walking anemia was right.” his voice was deep and gravelly as dark blue eyes peered down at you. you hated yourself for thinking how devastatingly handsome he was. still, something about both of those men gave you an icky feeling that something was not right. the air seemed to be thick with mischief.

you didn’t question what he meant by that, only guessing that he had meant choso by that nickname. “where’s choso?,” you just asked, hoping to get a satisfactory answer, planning to just leave and come back another day instead if not.

the taller and younger of the two however, feigned offense at how you hadn’t even greeted the two. where were your manners? they had opened the roller shutters for you to take you in. if they weren’t so nice, they could’ve let you wait out there.

as the two exchanged a swift look, they both simultaneously thought maybe they should’ve done just that.

“cho had to go and deliver some weed to a friend,” the friendler one of the two mocked the nickname you'd used on the phone, as he pointed at the table behind himself to make your eyes wander to choso’s phone that laid there, “left his phone here and all incase his favorite girl called. seems like he knows you well, after all.”

what had seemed like a setup at first made much more sense now. choso had no idea what time you would be coming at, and of course he had other people he regularly dealt to. however, you still couldn’t help but be wary.

the man with the scar on his lips motioned for you to come inside. “don’t worry darlin’, we won’t bite,” he drawled with a lopsided grin tugging at his lips, while you still stood in-between freedom and the storeroom that reeked of your favorite weed. “make yourself comfortable until he comes back.”

choso would probably be returning anytime now, you thought to yourself.

abandoning the nagging feeling telling you not to, you offered them a tiny smile as you stepped inside, allowing the younger one to close the storage room again. you were pretty much trapped with them now.

it wasn’t that terrible. toji and gojo, as you’d found out were their names, were both really good-looking, and you couldn’t deny their charm either. they knew how to hold a conversation, asking to know more about you.

“a smart college girl, eh?,” toji smirked as he leered over at you from his favorite spot — where the money was, of course — while you took their friend’s seat in front of the marijuana buds. it was like heaven on earth. gojo who was leaning against the wall behind you couldn’t help but snicker at the way you gazed longingly at the packed goods.

you nodded halfheartedly, feeling your cheeks heating up at the attention you were getting. “who would think that a girl as sweet as you would be getting high every weekend?,” gojo added, his large palm finding your shoulder as you almost flinched in response. he leaned over, crouching down so his chin nearly rested atop of your head.

before you could pull down the hem of your t-shirt to hide more of your thighs from both men, toji beat you to it by clicking his tongue, setting both his feet in-between yours to spread them slightly as you yelped in surprise. he had a clear view of your panties now — a cute, baby blue pair with a ribbon on the front. the sight made his cock strain against his sweatpants.

he didn’t have the heart to tell you that he had been taking short glances at between your thighs to spot just a tiny flash of your undies the entire time. you were so oblivious, such a sweet, little thing.

“nuh-uh, that won’t do, honey.” he grinned, while you felt gojo’s second hand tracing over your neck and arms gingerly, leaving goosebumps in their wake as you couldn’t do anything but sit there and take it, having no chance against his strong legs kicking yours apart, “this is just to kill some time. you will love this.”

your quiet protests fell on deaf ears as gojo used one of his hands to keep you sitting against the back of the chair, while his other hand went lower, making your breath hitch as you squirmed. “n-no, i don’t—”, you struggled, panicking as your head whipped up to meet blue, amused eyes, “this is too much, please stop—”

“don’t listen to her, buddy,” toji smirked, and something told you that gojo wouldn’t have stopped even if the older man told him to. “keep goin’. wanna see that little cunt. you let choso hit it already?”

his question was directed at you, and you shook your head frantically. trying to push at the other man’s wandering hand proved itself to be fruitless as your eyes went wide when he effortlessly grabbed both of your wrists with his hand that had been holding you against the chair.

now you were fucked. metaphorically and figuratively.

“answer him, sweetie,” gojo taunted, nose dipping into the crook of your neck to linger there, taking in your sweet scent, “you don’t wanna make the old man angry.” toji scoffed at gojo’s words, “who are you calling an old man, you little shit?”

you were in the midst of their playful bickering, shaking and trembling like there was no tomorrow. if you didn’t act and try to do something, maybe there really wasn't going to be a tomorrow.

it was when gojo single-handedly unzipped your skirt and dipped his cold fingers underneath your cute little panties to cop a feel at your pussy that you started screaming. “no!,” you wailed, thrashing around, kicking your legs like crazy.

you managed to hit toji right on his shins, which must have hurt like crazy judging by the way he hissed and pulled his legs away almost immediately. in a moment of carelessness, you then reached over to bite into the back of the other man’s hand, making him gasp and let go of your hands.

“oh, you’ll so regret this, you little bitch.” toji laughed breathlessly as he hunched over to rub over his clothed shins, in visible pain, “stand up and fucking leave, then.”

he sounded so angry, and you didn’t want to know what would happen if you stayed. gojo was busy touching his hand, admiring the bite mark, unable to hide his grin. it was always the feisty ones who got him all riled up.

it couldn’t be that easy, you thought, but you still shot up from the chair to leap towards the blinds to twist the key, opening them. the second there was a gap big enough for you to duck under and escape, you did just that—

just to let out a screech when a pair of burly arms wrapped around you from behind to pull you back inside.

“and here i was thinking you were smart,” toji snarled into your ear, easily dragging your body back to where it was before. the key was twisted once again to make the blinds roll down, and you cried out in defeat. “you really thought you could run off like that, huh?”

you choked on air when you were slammed onto the table face-first, cheeks smushing against the stacked bills and the bags of weed, upper body pressing against the wooden surface. and for the first time in your life, the smell nauseated you instead of filling you with joy.

feeling lighthearted at your head colliding with the wooden table, you didn’t fight as much as you did before. you barely registered toji’s calloused palms harshly bunching up your skirt and pushing your panties aside, too angry to take them off, sobbing weakly when you felt something prodding at your hole.

opening your eyes, you saw the blurry figure of toji behind you, having pulled down his sweatpants and rubbing his cock up and down your slit, getting off to your pathetic cries.

“no, i—”, you protested, “i’m not feeling good, i…” you wanted to throw up. you should have never left your house. fuck the weed, fuck choso, fuck everything—

ironically, the only thing getting fucked in this story was you.

it felt like you were a virgin all over again when toji inserted himself inside of you impatiently, thick girth splitting you open in ways you wouldn’t have thought were humanely possible. at least he spat down on your pussy before going in. not that it made any difference with how huge he was.

your legs tried to shut themselves as a pain response, but the harm had already been done. he was buried to the hilt inside of you, balls resting snugly against your ass as he adjusted your body to his liking before starting an animalistic pace.

when another figure appeared in your peripheral vision, light hair and eyes, you cursed your luck. how had you forgotten about gojo? a pained moan left your lips when he took ahold of your head, guiding it towards the edge of the table where he was standing.

toji was feeling generous enough to help you out by bunching up your hair in his big palm to keep your head up, because you were feeling too weakened to do so yourself. his thrusts still remained vicious as your hips hit against the edge of the table in a bruising way every few seconds.

it was an uncomfortable, painful position, but neither of the two showed any regard to that, and you soon felt the same fingers that had tried to violate you opening up your mouth, rubbing some of your saliva between your lips that were puffy from crying already.

“hope you don’t mind if i borrow your pretty lips for a few.” he chuckled, hastily taking his already hard cock out of its confines to guide it towards your mouth, smearing salty precum all over your lips, “open up wide, sweetheart.”

your mouth was already open, so you had no choice but to accommodate to his cock intruding your hot cavern. it laid heavily on your tongue, and your throat constricted around it, making toji let out a pleased grunt from behind you.

“shit, keep tightening around me like that and i’ll end up nutting inside,” he chuckled, “just kidding. ‘m in no mood for another brat.” gojo laughed at his terrible joke while you were in disbelief about how that man was a father, having no time to be terrified as gojo started a few experimental thrusts into your mouth, soon getting lost in the way your lips felt around his dick.

he couldn’t contain himself for much longer as he started fucking into your throat, relishing in the gurgling and gagging sounds coming from you every time his tip kissed the back of it.

while your taste buds were taken over by the taste of gojo’s dick, you could feel toji all over your body, in every single cell. it felt like he was fucking his way up to your very lungs.

you were sure you were going to feel and taste the two even weeks later.

your body had by now grown accustomed to the pain, replaced by a faint pleasure. it was humiliating how your arousal started dripping down your thighs, and you never hated your body more for it.

“thaaat’s it, keep going baby.” gojo moaned lowly, balls slapping against your chin as drool dribbled from your mouth, “i love messy head. you’re a natural.” you didn’t know if it was a genuine compliment or an utter insult. not that you cared anymore at this point.

the groans of pleasure and getting close to your climax sent vibrations straight to gojo’s length and his abuse on your poor throat only seemed to get worse at that.

toji was not any better, pulling your hair so harshly that you could almost feel your scalp getting ripped off. the way his cock pounded into you had you seeing stars, never in your life had you been fucked so ruthlessly before. you weren’t sure if you’d ever be a fan of rough sex after this.

“‘m close, j-just a little—,” gojo panted, wide, crazed eyes zeroing on your innocent, glassy ones and his cock disappearing inside your little mouth over and over again, “gonna cum down your throat. to avoid a mess.”

you couldn’t object, you weren’t sure you would even if you could, because you’d rather just swallow it and have it gone rather than to be forced to clean it off your face afterwards.

both options sucked significantly when the person cumming had forced you into it and gave you no choice.

“‘m cumming on this sweet ass,” toji announced, feeling that he wouldn’t last much longer either by the way you kept tightening around him, “c’mon, let go for me, dollface.”

that’s all it took for the coil in your gut to snap, making waves of white take over your vision. with your body twitching uncontrollably, your fingernails dug into a few yen bills, crumpling them up beneath your clammy palms as you wailed against satoru’s cock, that soon stilled to release ropes of his hot seed down your tonsils.

the sensation of more cum to spill, just from another man, and onto the globes of your ass, made you get back to your senses, although drowsily. husky groans and profanities spilled from toji’s mouth as he emptied himself on your backside as if you were some hooker.

their actions made you feel like one. the emptiness you felt as they slid out of your mouth and your pussy made you feel like one, too.

“there you go, sweet cheeks.” toji’s cum-stained fingers shoved themselves into your mouth, making you eat his cum. at least he was nice enough to wipe it off your ass. when his digits plopped out of your mouth, he adjusted your panties and skirt, patting your pocket shamelessly. “now, we’re leavin’. that guy’s takin’ too long. i have better things to do.”

you barely registered the two pushing you out of the storage room as they prepared to leave. they grabbed their stuff, gojo blowing you a raspberry kiss while toji squeezed your hip. “can’t wait to see you again,” the former giggled, and the two really, seriously walked off after the shutters clattered to the ground.

when it all came crashing down, you were reduced to a sobbing, whining mess, lowered onto the floor in front of the closed storeroom as you hugged your knees to your chest.

you wanted the ground to swallow you up whole. you didn’t even have any more energy to be riding home on your bike.

“are you okay, gorgeous?”

your entire body froze at the silky voice, head whipping up to look at who was standing there. your tear-filled eyes noticed two men standing in front of your broken-down body, one smiling down at you, and the other just… staring.

your instincts told you to beg them for help, comfort, which you did. your arms shot up to grab onto each of the mens’ legs, crying helplessly in front of them. you felt pathetic.

“p-please help me,” you hiccuped hoarsely, missing the way the blonde’s shaded eyes wandered to your bare, bruised legs, “they h-hurt me. please help—”

it was the one smiling at you who crouched down to caress your face softly, shushing your cries, amber eyes mirroring nothing but kindness. he was so nice that you couldn’t help but succumb to his following words.

some people never learn.

“hey, it’s okay,” he comforted you, “don’t worry, alright? you’re safe.” the blonde nodded, adjusting his glasses as you looked at him. “we won’t harm you.”

blame it on your own impaired judgement to trust strangers, or anyone wandering across cursed places like this storage room. you should’ve known they were up to no good when they helped you up, holding you against the wall.

“where did they hurt you?,” the man with his hair up in a messy bun asked, warm fingers trailing from your teary face to caress your jaw, “and who did?”

the blonde just awkwardly stood next to you, having given you a handkerchief you used to pat your tears dry, which did comfort you a lot. at least the two weren’t as shameless as the other two had been. they really wanted to help you.

by now, your crying had subsided significantly, only reduced to soft sniffles and occasional hiccups.

“t-two big guys… one of them had a scar across his lips, dark hair…,” you described, still shivering from what had happened to you, “the other had ivory hair and light blue eyes-”

the man with studs in his ears hummed, his frown deepening as he never stopped caressing your face. you didn’t really want to be caressed at a time like this, especially not by a stranger, but you weren’t going to say anything.

they were so nice, after all. you didn’t want to be an ungrateful bitch.

“what did they do?” it was the first time the blonde with defined cheekbones spoke, voice stoic just like his facial expression. you diverted your eyes from his shaded eyes. “t-they…”

his friend understood, nodding pityingly. “nanami,” he said, which made the blonde’s ears perk up, “do you know what makes a woman feel better?”

nanami’s arched eyebrows quirked up, and he took a few seconds to process the question. then, his face tensed up. “you mean that?” the dark-haired man nodded. “yes. once i’m done, you can have her.”

you didn’t have any time to react when the narrow-eyed man got down on his knees, facing your clothed cunt. “w-what-,” you stuttered, trying to back away, if only there wasn’t a cold brick wall behind you.

“shh. you said it hurts, right?,” he mumbled, eyes wandering from your trembling thighs to your grief-stricken face, his smile ever-present. now, his face made you feel uneasy and did nothing to comfort you. “i’m making up for what those bad men have done to you.”

he wasn’t aggressive as toji had been, no, but he was still vile enough to ignore your pleas to stop, being dead set on tasting your sweet, abused cunt. so he did. he groaned loudly, uncaring of how his sounds echoed across the hollow halls of the storage room place, getting lost in your tasty nectar.

it was almost sickening to him to get so hard at the thought of you having gotten defiled by his two friends minutes before. he wondered who had you first. had you cried a lot while they fucked you senseless, did you put up a fight? or were you just blank and took what they had given you?

a lot of questions swirled in his head, but he was concentrating on letting his tongue explore all your sensitive spots, greedily slurping up the excessive juices the two had missed to taste.

if gojo and toji were going to brag about how you felt, then geto would muzzle them by saying he made you cum on his tongue.

“nanami, you can make her feel good too, y’know?”

his and gojo’s junior from their high school days was as stiff as ever, trying to ignore his dick tenting painfully against his slacks.

when his eyes found your pretty, swollen lips, he captured them in a kiss. it surprised you when he did, swallowing up all the sinful sounds leaving your body, and you jumped when his hands found their way under your t-shirt to palm your breasts through the bra.

“take it off her,” geto spoke into your pussy, making you twitch as his voice sent vibrations straight to your organ. nanami broke the kiss to pull your t-shirt over your head, ignoring your weak whines and the shakes of your head. your bra soon followed, falling to the ground with a soft thud.

his mouth was on your tit in a split seconds, his hand massaging the other in order not to leave it neglected. he swirled his hot tongue over your hardened nipples, biting down and squeezing as you shrieked in pain.

simultaneously, geto was getting more passionate as his teeth grazed over your clit, biting down on it. it hurt like hell, and you felt a fresh wave of tears streaming down your face. the tears those two had dried up minutes ago.

“please, i—”, you pleaded hoarsely, trying to move your body away, because something was coming, and it wasn’t just an orgasm, “i can’t! ‘s too much-”

it was too much. that was proved once again when one more flick of a tongue against your clit, and nanami biting down even harsher on your nipple made you wail and thrash as you sprayed all over geto’s face.

nanami stopped toying with your breasts, watching how you cried as you squirted and squirted without an end in sight. he had never seen such a thing in real life. it had always seemed so surreal to him whenever he saw it happen in porn.

you felt on the verge of passing out, unable to really take notice of geto’s face drawing back from your poor cunt, chin, cheeks and nose drenched in your juices. he wiped his face to lick your essences off, groaning at the taste.

he didn’t miss the way nanami had stared down in fascination as you squirted. and as a good friend, he had to support him.

“you wanna make her squirt too?”

not long later, nanami had you pressed against the wall, skirt once again bunched up to your waist, as he fucked into you from behind. his large palms were kneading your tits and his warm breath hit the side of your neck whenever his hips snapped into yours.

geto was using one of your hands to get him off, having his hand placed over yours to rub himself harder and faster — he didn’t really blame you for not being that enthusiastic, given that you seemed really exhausted, so he helped you.

he was nice, after all. he was making up for how much the others had tired you out.

“are you sure you want to stain your expensive suit, nanami?,” he teased his junior, who only grunted with a nod while jackhammering into you with precision. each of his thrusts were calculated, and although he wasn’t as rough as toji, he fucked you breathless.

geto then hummed at nanami’s dedication, slender fingers reaching over to toy with your clit, as a yelp tumbled from your sore throat. “no, i can’t, i can’t,” you babbled, which only made geto tut.

“sure you can, pretty,” he breathed, your objections only making him help you palm his cock harder. your eyes rolled into the back of your head when you reached one more high, jaw going slack as you felt everything below you going wet once again.

nanami groaned deeply when you stained the front of his pants, and after a few more strokes, he pulled out to cum in-between your thighs. right afterwards, you felt strings of the same gooey substance dripping from your fingers and your palm.

the two were gentlemen. they even helped you clean up and get dressed before leaving. by this time, you didn’t have it in you to cry anymore.

what were you even waiting for?

right. you were yet to pick up some weed. it would be a shame if you’d gone through all this just to leave empty-handed.

it was utterly disgraceful how your heart still pounded upon seeing choso nearing the storage room. he froze when he sighted you, leaning against the shutters with eyes that were bloodshot from something other than weed.

“they told me they left a while ago. i didn’t know you were still waiting,” he uttered, eyebrows furrowing at how desensitized you seemed. by now, you would’ve cracked an unfunny joke, or told him to hurry up and hand you your favorite shit.

now, there was none of that. he couldn’t deny that he missed that side of yours.

“sorry, cho,” you said quietly, “i wanted to see you anyway.”

every terrible time had a good end. if it wasn’t good, then it wasn’t the end yet. or something along those lines.

the sounds of kissing and whimpering filled the air as choso dropped all of his belongings upon having entered the storage room — the place you’d never, ever be entering again.

a surge of fear overcame you when he twisted the key blindly to close the shutters again, but he quickly made your worries disappear by kissing you breathless.

“are you sure about this?,” he gasped against your lips, tired eyes blown wide with lust as he looked at you for confirmation. he was so caring that it made you tear up.

nodding with certainty in your eyes, you guided choso towards the couch as you straddled his thighs, while he waited for you to act. although you looked as disheveled as you did right now — he had already seen pretty much all states of you: half-dead from having pulled four all-nighters in a row to study, weed-depraved, post-breakup, after failing an exam you’d studied so hard for, all of them -- he found you at your prettiest like this.

it almost felt like you two were a couple.

you might as well be one after this.

“i like you, cho,” you mumbled against the man’s neck as you littered it with kisses, which made him roll his head back as he groaned. he felt like a fucking preschooler when he felt himself getting hard at you just sitting on top of him. “like you a lot…”

he placed his hands on your hips, massaging them softly, making up for all the rough touches having marred your skin tonight. “you do?,” he asked, genuine surprise written on his pale face, “me too…”

when you started grinding on him, both of you still fully clothed, he almost lost it. it was the most intimate thing either of you had ever done before. neither of the men who had you tonight would ever own your heart like choso did. it was always choso, all him.

“please put it in, cho,” you whined, greedily unzipping him to take him out, and he was rock hard, embarrassingly so. you didn’t mind at all, as you were ready to go. your plug nodded shakily, moaning as he felt your wetness engulfing his pretty cock as he slowly pushed himself inside.

he fit inside so snugly, it felt like you two were made for each other, like a lock and its key. “so wet ‘n warm,” choso gasped, hissing as your pussy gripped him like a vice, “fuck… why didn’t we do this before?”

you responded to him with a messy french kiss, teeth and tongues clashing and battling together as you both fucked each other like horny teenagers. your hips moved in tandem with his, your hoarse whines spilling freely when his cock hit all your right places.

he wrapped his arms around you shakily, pumping into you passionately as you clung to him like a lifeline. in some type of way, he was your lifeline. not just your weed supplier, but also your only source of sanity tonight.

“feels s’good, cho,” you cried out as your fingers dug into his messy hair, eyes opening to stare into his deep, brown hues, “please… please, i’m gonna—” he nodded, pulling your kiss into one more bruising kiss as he huffed and groaned into your mouth.

“doin’ so good f’me… fuck—”, he grunted, looking down from your fucked-out face to where your bodies connected, “you’re perfect… perfect f’me.”

your orgasm felt like an out-of-body experience as you went limp in choso’s arms, body falling to squeeze his further into the couch. he gripped your hips tighter, solidifying the bruises toji had surely left on them, hissing as he felt you squeezing him impossibly tight.

“c-can i—”, he cut himself off with an almost pained moan, “—inside?” you nodded against his shoulder, too tired to meet his eyes, “please… please fill me up.”

that was all he needed to deliver a few more pumps into your spent body to paint your insides white with his cum, stilling as he stayed inside of you while both of you caught your breaths, the smell of sex once again mixing with the sharp ones of the money bills and weed in the room.

your eyes fluttered close after having been focused on the table the entire time, and you wordlessly fell asleep in choso’s arms. even if you hadn’t felt safe in them, your body would have completely given up on you anyway. you were glad it was choso, now.

perhaps you shouldn’t be so glad about it, though.

not by the little smile tugging at the corners of choso’s lips, knowing he was going to silence them all by having been the first and only one who got to cum inside.

knowing you still trusted him blindly after he had left you with his lunatic acquaintances made him feel more accomplished than he'd ever had before.

tagged: @sintyu

stuck | bakugou katsuki

synopsis ↬ bakugou hates when nerds are better than him OR you get stuck in a closet but bakugou doesn’t feel like helping

warnings ↬ stuckage/kabeshiri, dub/non-con, college au, non-con picture taking, soft bully bakugou(?), bakugou doesn't act like a bully in the beginning but he does later on, the reader's favorite class is biology, the reader is a nerd, i'm sorry if i offend any nerds, the way you get stuck is kinda poorly written and i'm sorry, do not read if you don’t like being in tight spaces, or-l (receiving), f-ngering (receiving), bakugou calls you a lot of names (not nice names), slut-shaming, objectification, swearing, reader is wearing a skirt, leashes (brief), if you get confused at how I describe the scene just look at the header image, let me know if i've missed anything

pairings ↬ agedup!bully!bakugou katsuki x fem!nerdy!reader

word count ↬ 3.7k

Carefully carrying your biology class's materials, you strode along the partially empty halls to your destination. Professor Kayama, your biology instructor, asked if you could return them to a storage room in preparation for her next class. Being an exemplary student, you happily agreed — not minding the heavy load of fragile items. You held a large plastic tub of different materials she neatly stacked before handing them to you. Your slow-paced walk seemed to agitate some of your fellow classmates trying to hurry to their next activity, yet you didn't mind.

Entering the large storage area, you place the materials that manage to fit inside your arms on the floor. The room was quite large, filled with all assortments of items used in her class. All of which, you could name without even needing to try. Sticking your nose in science textbooks all day certainly paid off. The chatter of a loud group of students just outside the closed door seemed to distract you from your thoughts, just briefly.

You tried to unlock a door leading to a walk-in closet area, except it seemed to be jammed. This was a usual reoccurrence; Professor Kayama would always complain about the door, saying that it always gave her problems and that bringing this to your university for a fix would amount to nothing. She said, "they're too busy with less important things, i'll teach you how to fix it," and so she did.

It was a sliding door, the type that never swung open for "safety reasons". You tightly grasped the handle, pulling the door in the opposite direction while pressing all your strength against it. Finally, the door seemed to magically become smooth on its hinges and glided open with ease. Professor Kayama warned you never to suddenly push against the door with too much force at once as it would make the gears loose and jam it once again. So far, you've managed to survive the faulty door and any mishaps but you knew that you would eventually encounter some problems.

You pick up the plastic tub and enter the room, quickly arranging each object in its correct location. Of course, this wasn't your only duty for the day; Professor Kayama requested that you also tidy any materials that seemed out of place as she needed to leave campus early.

Again, you didn't mind. In fact, you seemed to enjoy knowing that you were her most-trusted pupil. The favorite of the class and the clear spark for envy from the other students. Always scoring the highest out of everyone in your class. Seated in the front during her lectures with your pen and paper ready to take notes while most students couldn't focus or snoozed off in the middle of class. You were the role model for them all to follow, and yet they could never match your pace.

Of course, with all of this attention, you attracted one jealous follower. A boy in your class with a name you were too busy to remember. It started with a "B", that was the only part you decided to memorize. You weren't interested in trying to become 'buddies' with people you wouldn't see again in four years. He always sat at the back of the lecture hall, too enamored with his friends to pay attention. You could vividly recall during one class hearing the obnoxious laughter of a friend he affectionately called, "dunce-face". The cacophony of their voices disrupted the entire lesson, irritating both you and Professor Kayama. You only noticed him because of his performance after every exam, project, and quiz.

The blonde would always try to outperform you. Yet, for the first time in his life, you made him experience failure.

Always coming in a distant second place to you; a sharp contrast to his perfect scores in every other class he took, passing them all with flying colors. You couldn't fathom how he did so well in a class he seemed to show no interest in.

His group of friends certainly weren't the brightest. The annoying one in your class failed nearly every test he took. While the rest weren't focused, instead finding ways to get a freshman's number so they could get their dicks wet. You concluded that he simply cheated on his exams. You were wrong. The notes for all his classes were extensive and thorough. He did whatever he could to ensure his throne was at the top of every class; the only thing more unbearable than last place was second.

His attempt at going above you only led to more shortcomings. Studying all night for a quiz that he ended up sleeping through was unfortunate, but he could get over it. Until he learned that you received another perfect score. Professor Kayama felt bad for him, she couldn't do much except arrange a tutoring session with you as his instructor. He didn't need her pity. He didn't need your pity.

You weren't elated with Professor Kayama's request for you to tutor him, yet you couldn't reject your favorite teacher. You approached him after class a few months ago, plastering your biggest and brightest fake smile. Waving your hand, a little too cheerful and innocent for his liking, and uttering words that made his hatred for you stronger: "I know this class is difficult, so would you like my help? I'm always free if you have any questions, we can be study partners! So, what do you say?"

God, your sweet tooth-rotting voice made him nauseous. You had to be faking it; that professor was watching over you like a hawk. You didn't know how humiliating it was for him. He had so much he wanted to say; resentful sentiments that would leave you beneath him with tears streaming out of your puffy eyes. The perfect view.

As you stood in front of him with your hand outstretched and waiting for his acceptance, his rage surged. You watched as his blood rushed to his reddening cheeks and ears, somewhat intimidated by his strange reaction. Infuriated with your weak attempt at challenging him, the blonde kissed his teeth and stormed out of the classroom. His gaze lingered on you for months following that interaction.

Until his deep ruby eyes caught you entering the storage room, running errands like a mule for your professors.

"Oi, Bakugou!" Yelled his red-haired friend standing across him in the hallway, "Are you listening?" Upon seeing the blonde nod, he continued. "So, you comin' to Mina's party?"

"Yeah, yeah... whatever," He said while running his fingers over the scruff of his neck. Kirishima named a list of girls attending like an elementary student reciting the alphabet, he's surprised he remembers each one. Momo, Uraraka, Yui... He recognized some, they were his frequent calls whenever he needed a quick fuck.

"—that girl in our english class," Kirishima peers up, trying to think once again before a lightbulb flickers in his head. "Denki tried with the smart girl in bio... fuck, I forgot her name... (Y/N) or something like that..."

"Who..?" He wasn't even sure why he bothered asking when he heard correctly the first time.

"That nerdy chick, always at the front in class,"

"Oh,"

"Yeah, but he said she's frigid... said no to his face before he could convince her. Too bad, she sounds like my type," Kirishima snickers under his breath as the blonde stays still.

By now, you've finished cleaning up most of the equipment and returned each of them to their assigned locations. Despite all of your years around fragile science materials, you seem to forget some essential points about safety. You can hear the familiar sound of heavy footsteps outside the closed door. Where have you heard them before? You only peeked away for a second; unfortunately, one second is enough time for an accident to happen.

Hitting your shin on the leg of a nearby desk before tripping over your feet, you fall on your knees and tummy — landing in the cramped walkway with the top half of your body inside the closet. You didn't have enough time to register the shockwave of pain through your legs. The closet's sliding door barrels down and pins you by the waist. Locking your body in place and wedging you right against the door frame. Fuck, it sounded like a cliché from a video on the Hub, which made it more embarrassing.

You try to move and twist your waist but to no avail. You reach your nearest hand to the door and push, yet it 'conveniently' seems jammed in place. For what feels like an eternity, you try desperately to move your body in any way that you can. You make some progress by managing to kneel on the hard tiles, yet the pain from falling prevents you from standing upright. Maybe you sprained something? You don't know, but you need to get out of here fast.

The last thing you want is to be a burden, but in reality, you should be concerned with someone thinking you're an idiot for falling like this. With few choices, you decide to call for help, "help..! somebody..! please, i need help!"

You should have been suspicious when you heard the sound of the front door opening. A minute hadn't even passed. It closes softly, and the faint sound of the lock fills the empty air. Asking if someone was there only led to more silence. The ground trembles like some desks have moved out of the way; obviously, someone was inside.

"Oh gosh, thank you..! I'm so clumsy, I don't know how this happened..." You continue rambling on, thinking they're clearing away to make space and rescue you. When they don't respond, you crane your neck behind only to see the disgruntled blonde — whose name you can't bother remembering — standing over you through the gap in the closet door. "Oh, it's you. Sorry, I don't know your name..."

"Doesn't fuckin' matter," Yet, he seems to grimace at your unnecessary comment. He menacingly looms over your body, making you too anxious and scared to look away.

"S- Sorry if I'm being a burden, but as you can see—" You say while trying to wiggle and show that you can't move but unintentionally show off your bum. "—I'm a little stuck, can you help me?"

"Why should I?" He says with an unwavering expression. He's dead serious. Piercing down at you beneath him while bubbling with excitement, he's won the jackpot.

"Uh... well, I'm hurt really bad. I can't get up on my own," That's unfortunate.

The whole situation was simply comical; he wanted to burst out laughing so bad, so that's what he did. His resounding yet obnoxious voice traveled through every wall of the room. This had to be a joke. There was no way that you of all the people he knew could end up in a situation like this. His cheeky grin only left you confused, clutching his belly as if he'd been injured.

"I know this might seem funny to you, but it's not. Please don't laugh..."

"But it is," He said, finally calming down and catching his breath. "I'm finding it hard to believe the teacher's pet could end up like this. Don’t tell me you’re a dumbass,"

"If you won't help me, will you just find someone else?" You turn your head around, letting your guard down for a moment. When will you learn to stop doing that?

"Why? Don't like me?" The feeling of his foot pushing into your lower back startles you. You aren't given much time to react before it's forcefully arched lower into an uncomfortable position, giving him a full view of your ass.

"H- Hey..! Cut that out..!" Your skirt rides up your thighs, exposing your cotton panties to his mischievous eyes. Greedy hands feel up your soft bum before giving it a tap.

"Wish I could help, but I don't feel like it," He says after finishing his touches. Staring off into the distance, acting as if he'd been genuinely contemplating whether or not to aid you.

"What..?" He eases his foot off your back and chooses to squat behind you. His hands caress your hips before lifting your skirt upwards, exposing your clothed heat.

"Sorry, love, you just look so pretty beneath me," He hooks his fingers under the fabric of your panties, chuckling to himself once he sees you struggle in his hands. Completely unfazed. "It's Bakugou... Katsuki, my name,"

Bakugou. Bakugou.

The surname rings a bell, it sounds so familiar. How could you forget? Your meager interactions with him flood back in your mind, but it's too late to remedy and make amends.

Tugging your panties past your cheeks, Bakugou left you uncovered as his hands freely roamed. He cupped each mound of flesh in his hands, spreading them apart and watching your folds glisten. His thumb runs along your labia, making your body shudder at the foreign sensation. Trying to ask him questions proved pointless; instead, the blonde whispered under his breath about you being desperate “like a bitch in heat”. Partially in disbelief at the sight of your slick as you rubbed your thighs together; you're really enjoying this, aren't you?

Circling his fingers over your clit and massaging your nub, your teeth sink into your lip to hold back moans. His fingers are skilled, he's done this plenty of times with other girls in the past. Yet, the way that he touches hints that he wants to go slow. Take his time and enjoy it as if you were his first. Smirking at your glistening heat as if to prove to his corrupted mind that his actions were justified.

To him, you were a conquest. The trophy on his display case that would become the envy of all his friends.

"W- Wait... Please don't—... do that..!" You want to sound strong, yet your voice is in the same sweet intonation.

Bakugou doesn't take you seriously, not when constant mewls float out of your lips and into his ears. Instead, saying he'll stop when he's finished in a tone that causes your heart to race with panic. You feel something warm and icky suddenly touching your heat; using his thumb, he spreads it across your folds while mumbling about "getting you ready". You don't even bother asking, succumbing to his lustful desires.

Maybe this is all he'll do. Feel you up and then help you when he's done, right?

You couldn't be more wrong.

His flat tongue takes a slow lap at your warmth as your hips wiggle again in his hold. Using both hands, Bakugou pins you still by your waist and lower back — holding you tight until you can't struggle. His grip is too strong, fingernails scratching into your skin. You don't stand a chance. He forces your back to arch more, releasing a hum of approval at your compliance. Kirishima said you were frigid, but now you've got him second-guessing.

His tongue darts across your clit with ease; gliding over your sensitive bud as your walls flutter. Teasing your sex just right, only taking Bakugou a few minutes to guess the spots that would drive you insane. The same insanity he was plagued with whenever he was around your presence. You tried using your legs to kick at the blonde, toes curling in your shoes. He swears into your pussy in frustration, why can't you just stay still? The vibration of his voice sends a wave of pleasure through as you moan in response, "nngh... d- don't i... i can't...ahh~"

One of your kicks nearly strikes him in the chest with full force. Your last attempt at fleeing once an intense pain surges through your leg. He simply finds it humorous again, the thought of you overpowering him. Bakugou moves one of his hands to your leg, pinning it to the tile flooring. Still determined, he continues his assault on your now swollen clit. Attached to your pussy and coaxing out your clear essence onto his tongue. Savoring your taste on his tongue, moving his head downwards, and giving you one final kiss on your clit.

You wince, feeling his thick middle finger sink inside your sopping entrance. Bakugou's thumb extends over the hood of your clit, soon covering both fingers in slick. Peaking through the gap, he sees your figure, biting on your fingers but failing to hide your whimpers — he can't wait to get out of this stuffy room — praying that you cum soon so he can see your face of pure bliss afterward.

Kirishima always said he preferred inexperienced girls. Always seemed to get attached easily with a few words of affection. Made good fucks for a quickie; send them a teddy bear, say you're sorry if you hurt them, and they'll be at your beck and call.

The familiar high pitch in your voice is something he hears too often, fully knowing what happens next. "don't tell me you're gonna cum already, love?" He taunts while his finger curls over another spot that sends a loud moan through the room. Bakugou's thumb presses deeper against your clit, smirking at your frequent pulsating walls.

"N- No..! I'm not...!"

"Hm, you're not? You're drippin' down here babe. Squeezin' me too. Was hoping you'd save some for my cock instead." His... what? You twist around, trying to stop him by reaching out but he grabs your hand instead. Stopping you from turning around and inspecting you like his newest toy, he says, "Ah, that's the pretty face I missed,"

Another digit enters you with ease, quivering against him and sucking him further with every graze against your g-spot. The familiar pooling of warmth below your stomach was hard to ignore. "should've known you were a slut when I saw your cute little pussy, only dumb sluts get wet like that," The boost of confidence he received once feeling your spasming walls was immense, clenching around him with every degrading word.

He slows, but not to a complete stop. "kats!—..." you whine in frustration, quickly pressing your lips together afterward. It surprises you as much as it does him. Not understanding why, after all this time, you wanted him more than ever. He edged you closer and closer, his fingertips kissing your cervix.

"Beg me," He said, yet you fought your lips to stay still, not wanting to embarrass yourself further. "Ah, teacher's pet thinks she's better than me, huh?" Bakugou's heavy hand suddenly connected with your bum, making you yelp at the stinging pain, "You know, I've got all day..."

"Please," You said weakly. Not good enough.

"C'mon, you can do better. Don't you wanna cum on my fingers..?" He spoke in a condescending tone, caressing the spot on your ass where he hit.

Fuck it, your head was far too gone. "please, katsu— i need... i wanna cum so bad..." Close, but not yet.

"Can't hear you, babe," His hand moves to tap against your clit, making you shudder with every hit. "Be a good little bitch for me, speak up..."

"Fu—Fuck... Katsu... please make me cum..! Need you... bad, lemme cum on your fingers— please..!

He smirked to himself, not entirely pleased but you'll learn — you're such an obedient student. Continuing with his pace, his thumb rolled across your swollen sex as the blonde watched expectantly. Making you unwind with every curl of his fingers until finally, a wave of pleasure rode over your body. Cum gushed from your entrance and onto Bakugou's fingers as he massaged your spot. Quickly finding himself mesmerized by your trembling thighs and sounds of ecstasy.

Eagerly removing his fingers once you've calmed, helping you ride out your orgasm before licking them clean. He moved to your dripping cunt, happily lapping at whatever sticky essence overflowed until his lips and chin shined under the overhead lights. As you pant and quiver, he gives you some encouraging pats on your bum.

He stands, and you hear the jingle of his belt before seeing his shadow move closer to you. Pushing his brawny arms through the gap, he loops the leather belt around your neck before fastening it. Bakugou gives an experimental tug and forces the strap upwards. The loop is loose enough for you to breathe but tight enough to leave indents.

He uses his strength to push the slider door open; it moves with ease. The old pesky thing was barely jammed, you probably could’ve gotten up on your own if you tried hard enough. Bakugou stares down as you try to move despite your aches and pains. “dummy doesn’t know basic physics, could’ve opened it yourself, bitch,”

Ignoring him, you try to stand but the blonde grasps the strap of his belt and tugs your body downward — making you fall straight on your knees again. Your body has become numb to the pain; when he presses his foot against your back again, you don’t even flinch. Bakugou kisses his teeth, annoyed that you're still whimpering. His belt is too short to stand, so he squats in front of you.

As you try to find comfort by caressing your aches, he pinches one of your cheeks harshly — forcing you to stare up at him, all teary-eyed and disheveled. The quick flash of his smartphone camera blinds your eyes, flashing white before fading.

"What did you do..?" You ask, but he doesn't need to answer. Instead, Bakugou moves his phone away from your face. "Please don't show that to your friends..."

It should've made him guilty. Hearing your desperate voice with puppy eyes begging him. But it only reminded him why he hated you so much, so weak and fragile yet somehow above him.

"Don't fuckin' look at me like that... I won't," No matter how much of an ass he wanted to be, he could never do that.

You're his personal conquest, the trophy, and the envy of all his friends. Knowing you, you'll probably take your 'goody-two shoes' ass and run to that professor you're close with or someone else he doesn't know. You can't run away yet, he wants to have more fun. Maybe fuck your brains out til' his name is the only thing your dumb ass can remember.

Bakugou stands and decides to bring his phone out once again, this time recording.

"I won't tell a soul, so put on your prettiest face... just for me,"

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JASMINE

SENSUALITY

“Oh sweetheart, if you keep struggling like that, I might just lose control.”

baji x fem!reader

┌─ “ ! „ tw. noncon relationship, blood, physical force, yandere-ish, implied trafficking

It’s an ugly sight. There’s blood splattered on the walls, a thick, sticky layer that covers the picture frames. There’s a soft, sad gurgle, before the house falls quiet again and you’re pressing your knees harder against your ears. Not to block out the noise. Just to tangle your fingers into the hair above your ears and pull, stave off the panic attack you feel coming when the silence drags on. You’re not hidden well, didn’t have time to run up the stairs before the glass from the back door was thrown in.

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easter bunny! gojo satoru x fem! reader

content + warning: age gap (reader is a college student gojo is in his late 20′s), noncon to dubcon, creampie, dacryphilia, public sex, photo taking, dark content.

note. HAPPY EASTER<33

your mother and her friends planned an easter egg hunting party for the little children, and unfortunaly you had to be involved too, you were in charge of hiding the eggs and helping the kids to find them, pretty dumb isnt it? you could just tell the kids where you had hid the eggs.

they also somehow hired someone to dress up as a bunny and pretend to be the easter bunny and entrain children while also giving thrm presents as if chocolate eggs weren’t enough for them.

you dont know who the person they hired, it could be some teen whos desperate for money– or some old man in his late 50′s.

you finished hiding the eggs, and now it was time for the kids to find them, the kids finally showed up, all of them dressed really cute, your sister was amongst these kids you were planning on helping her with finding the eggs— considering you’re the one who hid them.

as the kids being their search, you were helping your sister, you helped her find at least 3 eggs, you may have forgot where you hid the rest.

you and your sister split, she went to search behind trees, you went to search in bushes, you looked around until you finally found one.

you bent over to get it, your skirt rose up as you did so— you suddenly felt something brush against you, it was soft, it made you let out a small gasp, it held you by your waist, “shit— you’re so hot, are you one of the students who helped with the easter party?” a man suddenly asked, “d-don’t touch me!!” you said while struggling to get out of the man’s hold.

“you didn’t answer my question,” he said, “y-yes! i did help with the planning! now would you p-please let me go!” you said, in the verge of crying, “call me satoru” the man says, completely ignoring your cries, he rubbed your clothed cunt, making you let out a gasp.

“h-hey! you shouldn’t be doing t-this—!” satoru once again ignores you, he slips your panties down your thighs, exposing your perfect pussy to him, he spreads your pussy lips apart, “fuck— you’re so wet” you tried to get out of his grasp once again, but gojo was holding you too tight.

satoru pushes a finger into your pussy, “shit ‘think it’s ready to take my cock?” your eyes widen at his words, you start shaking your head, “no no no satoru please!” satoru only chuckles, he removes his finger and unbuckles his pants.

satoru pushes the tip of his dick into your tight pussy, “s-shit!” satoru groans as he fully pushes his length, “a-ah! wait n-no!” tears start streaming down your cheeks as satoru starts thrusting, “fuck— yes cry for me princess ‘will make you feel so good” satoru kept thrusting into your pussy, wet and lewd sounds could be heard, thank god there was a huge tree in front of you.

your pussy tightened around satoru’s dick, “ngh— satoru more please!” gojo wasn’t surprised about your sudden switch up, he knew that it’ll happen eventually, your moans just got even louder, you were begging satoru to fill you up with his cum, “s-shit— i’ll fill you up real good sweetheart— and you better take it all-!”

satoru suddenly came inside of your walls, shooting ropes of hot cum into your tight pussy, as soon as satoru pulled put, his seeds were dripping from your abused hole and into the dirty grass, it was such a lewd scene for satoru that all he did was just smirk and stare, he pulled out his phone and took a couple pictures, he then pulled his pants— and left.

you were too tired to move but once you heard your sister calling your name, you immediately straightened your skirt, fixed your hair, and walked from behind the tree— though you weren’t wearing your panties since they were lost, you figured it was that “satoru” guy who took it.

“y/n! y/n!” your sister called, “did you see the easter bunny!? look! he’s over there!” your sister said, as she pointed towards a direction where a bunch of kids swarmed a person who’s wearing a bunny suit, you stared at the person till they stared back— you saw them taking out their phone and swaying it around in the air, you squinted your eyes took take a closer look on what was on their screen.

and there it was— pictures of you fucked out, with cum dripping from your hole, you gasped real loud, “what’s wrong y/n?” your sister asked, confusion in her tone, “n-nothing!” you replied, you suddenly got a notification from your phone, you opened it.

it was from an unknown number, they had sent you the same pictures you saw, with a “happy easter princess ;)” text.

Any pedos looking for a obedient lil daughter, text me plsss. I need a daddy badd! ❤️😍🥰

I really need someone to tie me up nd give me a safeword I can't say without the gag out of my mouth and overstim me~ ~ ~ ~ "Hmph..!, mm.."

"Sorry hunny, I don't understand what youre saying~" *fucks me harder till I cry*

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✧ Rambles For Kishibe (Chainsaw Man)

TW: Non-con, Slight stalking, Older man

Kishibe likes wide-eyed girls with their heads in the clouds to make himself feel alive.

Kishibe likes throwing them in harms way so after he slaughters the devil they won't let go of him.

Kishibe likes escorting them home because they're too rattled to notice he's memorizing their route home.

Kishibe likes sending them inside, and leaving them with a 'see you soon.'

He loves paying a visit when you've long gone to sleep.

He loves the look of surprise when you spot his shadow in your doorway.

He loves leaving your limbs free because no matter how much you fight, he'll overtake you.

He loves your sleepy face when he rips off your shorts and pounds you.

He loves swinging by the next night to see that pretty face go cold again.

✧ Yandere Joseph Joestar [JJBA:SDC] Headcanons

This is so long lol. I think it's cause I don't see much yandere/dark content for this version of Joseph, so I wanted to fit in all I could. Anyways, your yandere headcanons, madame. I might have the full fic I've been working on for him ready soon.

TW: Yandere tendencies, kidnapping, non-con, manipulation, age gap

SFW headcanons

☆ 100% takes control of you financially.

It's little things at first, (paying for your dinner, gradually to pitching in on your loans) until you're comfortable enough for him to make the move undetected.

☆ You'd likely forget you were kidnapped because of how peaceful he made the transition.

There'd be no hurting you, dragging you away, or brute force. It'd just be a quiet night where he invites you over and doesn't let you leave. Why would you want to anyways? All your stuff's in the bedroom! He made sure it was all accounted for, too!

There's no need to cry. Joseph will hold you tight until you stop fighting and give in.

☆ Big cuddler, loves touches and kisses a lot. Especially hello/goodbye kisses.

He won't get those cause, yknow, you've been kidnapped. But he still gives them to you.

Even if he has to sandwich your face between his hands so he can get a clear shot to your puffed lips.

"Aha! Gotcha on the lips that time!"

☆ He's raised a family that can function on their own, so I doubt he'd want to start another one with his darling.

He's looking forward to the domestic life of being your one and only. Even if that means cutting everyone else out of your life. It's worth it to see your morning face.

When you're peaceful and don't have that fear brewing in your eyes.

☆ Loves pet names.

Call him baby or hubby and he'll forget what he was mad about.

Personalized pet names? As cheesy as they are expect a million of those.

☆ If you're the more defiant type, Joseph won't completely take violence off the table.

A little punishment here and there will do you some good.

Like leaving you locked and alone in the bedroom for however long it takes you to beg him to come back, it's so dark in there, you haven't eaten.

"You need some time alone to realize how much you need me, sweetheart! This is gonna hurt me as much as it'll hurt you."

Or a more 'active' approach, like bending you over his knee and spanking you until you've apologized for what you've done a million times over and your ass is imprinted with his hand.

You start to think he's doing it for his own enjoyment when he actually starts removing his gloves beforehand.

☆ If you're passive and try to smile and nod your way through it, you'll instead have to deal with his constant touchiness and the libido that comes alongside it.

Joseph's no fool. Play him like one and he'll find a sneaky way to make your plans blow up in your face.

(We're talking about the same guy who dropped 3 vampire super-beings and a god using his wits and strength, good luck outsmarting him)

☆ Escape attempt?

He's not mad, just disappointed.

Wherever you are, he'll drag you back himself and double the locks. Maybe move houses if he sees fit.

Expect a long lecture about how much he cares for you followed up by a spanking so vicious his hand prints are bruised down to your thighs.

Whatever little freedoms you weren't even aware you had are taken away.

☆ Overall, Joseph takes very good care of his darling. Almost like you're a trophy.

He'll get carried away doing things for you that you're fully capable of doing yourself. You're not even permitted to leave the bed if he thinks he's harmed you too much or if you're sick.

NSFW headcanons

☆ Casually comes onto you when you're doing anything. Wanted or not.

You could be reading and he'll wrap his hand around tummy to grind you against his bulge, all while he kisses at your neck and cheek.

☆ Slaps/pinches your butt whenever it's in his view. It's routine at this point.

☆ He won't force himself onto you. Not immediately, at least.

When he loses his patience he'll service you to make it more enjoyable. But progressively get rougher and a lot less lenient with you when you tell him to stop or be more gentle.

☆ Likes having you in any position where he can see your face. Gets him off more to know he's making you whimper and moan while seated on his cock.

☆ Cums inside every time.

He likes the ways your walls flutter and clench around him while you try wriggle away when he's close. Makes him hold you close and ram into you harder.

☆ He likes to body worship you a lot. Kiss every part of you, compliment you, reassure you,

"You're doing such a good job, baby. Yeah, yeah- you look so pretty when you cum for me. You can do it again, can't you?"

Slight exhibitionist(?) Doesn't like having sex in the bedroom exclusively, thinks it's more fun to have you against countertops.

☆ He'll try anything once. If you have needs he'll fill them out.

☆ Doesn't do it often, but he likes to overstimulate you.

You look so cute with your chest heaving, your drooling tongue lolled out of your mouth to make room for more air.

He can't stop himself from eating you out until you go limp.

☆ Joseph loves aftercare. Maybe more than the sex itself.

Even if you try slapping him away or hiding he'll be there for you to help. You can't go anywhere when you're trapped in his arms, anyways.

✧ Yandere Dr. Kenzo Tenma x Reader

I'm just bouncing between fandoms like a mf, aren't I? Kenzo's just such a lovely guy. I can't imagine him doing something rough, but rather softly refusing boundaries out of his own delusions. Basically Kenzo is overly attached to his patient and manages to convince himself you love him back despite you being under for the elapsed time spent between you both-

TW: Somnophilia, nonconsensual kissing, abuse of power, delusional thoughts

You wouldn’t mind a small kiss, would you? 

He wouldn’t violate you. Well, it wasn’t his intention to. He just wanted you to feel special in the same fuzzy way you made him. 

It was so hard to tell this time. Tenma was always good with picking up how you wanted his touch by the twitch of your fingers; he’d made it a priority to lie in bed with you at the shift of your hips to one side of the bed. You were a big cuddle bug from what he’d gathered. He wondered how much you’d want the feeling of his body against yours once you woke up…

A tinge of pink dusted his cheeks remembering how you’d almost got the both of you caught one night. 

After a long procedure, he only wanted to hold you to recuperate his energy for the next round of patients. During it, he’d gotten so caught up in plying your soft sides and dipping his lips between your neck and shoulder that he almost didn’t catch the sound of footsteps approaching your room. If he wasn’t so respected he likely wouldn’t go unscathed from the incident. 

He shook his head. Now wasn’t the time to be reliving the past when he was blessed with you in the present.

Your sleeping figure kneaded its brows into a look of tension. Again, your lips parted with the turn of your head into the feathered pillow beneath you. The one he bought not too long ago when he noticed you’d been tossing and turning at night.

Tenma swallowed thickly at the sight. That little suggestion that you wanted his love deeper. He wasn’t sure if he should go through with it.

Sure, he’s given you goodnight and good morning kisses on the cheek before. And he’s held you by the waist, and once on a very bad night kneaded your chest in his palms when he was drunk and horny. Of course, he apologized the next day— but besides that accident, never had he gone further.

No one else could care for you as he did. It wasn’t self importance, but a fact. He couldn’t trust his coworkers alone with such sleeping beauty. When you came in for your head injury family had only checked in once or twice before leaving you by your lonesome. It was such a sad sight looking at your nightstand void of any ‘get well soon’ balloons or surprise treats for when you awoke. Such a lonely sight that he promised the both of you he’d fix.

Yeah, who else could give you this kiss but him? Surely no significant other. Just Tenma. 

Only Tenma.

“I shouldn’t make you wait, darling.” He crooned with a warm smile. His dark eyes flicked to the locked door, then back to you. He lifted from his chair with a slight tremble to his legs before leaning to your bedside above you. 

The bed groaned under the weight of his full body placing either of his hands beside your head. 

You looked pretty like this. So so pretty. He could feel the blood rushing to his ears and nose at the eventual site of you awake and wanting in his bed. Tenma leaned in low enough to feel your breath on his lips. 

A shiver ran down his spine.

“Everything I do is for you, [name].” 

His lips met with yours, and it was heaven. No wonder you wanted this so badly. He couldn’t bring himself to pull away even when he puffed hot fans of air against you because he refused to break contact. And the soft pad of your tongue against his own fleshy muscle was enough to reduce him to whimpering into your mouth with great desperation.

He wanted you more, wanted to feel you deeper, wanted to kiss you into a mindless stupor. 

But even with the tent in his pants and the burning thoughts in his mind, he knew too much time had passed. A nurse would come knocking soon to interrupt your intimacy.

But that’s okay. 

He gave one last kiss to your cheek before sliding off and adjusting himself back to the doctor Eisler needed. He stepped to the door, looking back to wave at you with a smile. And like every other time, he continued out the door.

After all, he’ll come back to visit you. And there was so much more he knew you wanted to do with him on his return.

ur tenma fic was SOOOO GOOD i need a continuation plz maybe when the reader wakes up to tenma trying to kiss the reader ?? or tenma accidentally falling asleep beside the reader ??

✧ Yandere!Kenzo x Reader

I’m so excited- first request! Thank you very much anon 💜 I hope you don’t mind me going with the kissing route, also sorry about the lack of dialogue from reader, I felt like it’d be weird since they just got out of a coma. Enjoy!

TW: Nonconsensual kissing, somnophilia, delusional thinking

Your eyes, they were beyond hypnotic. Beautiful streams of color poured into the centered deepness of your iris’. Now that Tenma thought about it, he hadn’t seen you with your eyes open aside from photos in your records. You were so ethereal as you were, he could only ever imagine an artist capturing you as such. Photos never could do the same justice as paintings, could they?

If only you didn’t look so worried. He would’ve been over the moon that you’d woken up to him and not to anyone else.

Tonight was supposed to be like every other. Return to your room during his break, have some alone time to rehash his day, and read to you.

It just so happened you were needier this week. He’d been busy with the influx of patients in the ward; it was only natural that you’d get upset over being left alone for days at a time when he usually showered you in attention any minute he got. He would never make you shoulder the blame. He too felt the yearning for your breath against his neck during the times he'd rest with you against his chest.

Tenma finally got the chance to make up for all the lost time tonight. —And he may have gotten carried away in kissing you with the intensity of a week's worth of his passion that was bubbling inside him. Your warm cheeks were cupped firm with either of his hands. Completely still, you laid beside him as he gently bit at your lip and desperately peppered kisses from your cheek to your neck. Your face glimmered from the moonlight highlighting particular spots his tongue graced.

Tenma only pulled away to catch his breath. If he hadn’t, he would have never frozen in place at the sight of you, wide-eyed and just a few centimeters away from his face.

For a moment in time, you both paused to just stare at each other in total silence.

Only when the bed groaned from you shifting side to side did Tenma back away to give you space. You sat propped on your shoulders with a strange stinging feeling to your lower lip. Your face felt like it was on fire. And your head- god your head felt like it was swimming with water. The whole time you adjusted your eyes were trained on him.

For once, he was wordless. He greeted everyone recovering under his care if they woke to him. It’s just… this was so much different. This was like he’d broken the spell cast upon his sleeping beauty.

“Are you okay, [Name]? I’m very sorry if I startled you.” He offered a kind smile to calm you down.

You nodded in a vague way that was obvious you weren’t all there quite yet. Your eyes ran down his frame, then took in the surrounding room of blurry white walls and unfocused outlines of beeping equipment. Hospital. You were probably in a hospital. And judging by that coat, this giddy man was your doctor. Looking back at Tenma made you feel strange. He looked concerned. But less for himself and more for you with eyes that pleaded for you to say something. Wasn’t it wrong for this to be happening? Did he not have his mouth on yours earlier?

A force pulling you in flush by the neck against Tenma interrupted your thoughts. The hand moved from your neck to carefully pet your head. Whatever was feeding into your veins through the IV was making you melt at the contact. Suddenly you didn’t have any more questions. All you wanted was for Tenma to keep going.

His smile returned.

“See, you’re okay, darling. Everything’s gonna be okay.” A small squeak huffed out of you at the sudden embrace from your doctor. From how close he held you, you could see a twinkling in the corner of his eyes. The twinkle piling enough to stream down his face in modest, happy tears.

“We’re going to be so happy together. And-” He couldn’t hold back the breathy laughs of pure joy, “when you fully recover, we can get to know each other so much better, [Name]!”

You did nothing but bob your head along with his proclamations of love accompanied by his gentle petting hands. You tucked your chin into his shoulder, drifting in and out of bleary vision, unaware of just what you were agreeing to.

This is 💗 anon, your anon is turned off. Please let me stay anonymous. Anywho, I, uh, need Jing Yuan to just use me any way he wants. He needs to spit in my mouth? My tongue is out waiting for it. He tells me jump, I ask how high. He wants to ruin me in front of his officers who aren't allowed to look at me? I'll do it

That or I power bottom Sampo. Make that submissive little shit worship me

ON A PLATTER

YANDERE! JING YUAN x AMAB! SOLDIER! READER

plus a little Sampo addition (not smut tho) to the end.

hope everyone that pulled for him succeeded!!

©️ art and story belongs to me, character goes to hoyoverse. please do not redistribute, repost, or share my art without credit or permission.

warnings: noncon. spoilers for the jarilo iv storyline. anal seggs.

status: unedited

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. I BEG OF YOU.

Many exalted the drowsy general’s prowess and leadership across the Xianzhou Alliance. Under his rule, the Luofu Flagship developed into a powerhouse that petrified those who heard its name. An infamous red line that warned against those that sought immortality. A blade that stuck right next your jugular in case you dare so moved in a direction they do not want you to.

This general was hundreds of years your junior but had already accomplished far more than you have. That fact was the second biggest slap to the face.

The actual, most damaging slap was his patronizing attitude towards you.

How were you supposed to rise above your station and prove your worth as a knight when he assigned you as his measly bodyguard? It wasn’t as if it was a quiet career really, the man faced dozens of attempts at his life on a daily. It was moreso the fact that he never let you do your job in the first place.

You spent decades just standing around while he swung his massive sword at intruders before you could even blink. Somehow, the lousy man moved faster when defending you rather than with his own duties. It was as if he was the body guard not you.

Not to mention the perverse stares. You weren’t dense. You could feel his bedroom eyes from miles away, taking off the heavy armor you wore to work and leaving you bare. You felt like a lamb, or a tender piece of steak on a platter — and he, the most insatiable man alive.

Hundreds of years training — wasted, spent on being a trophy for him.

If remaining close to the master that misused you for several decades was bad enough, having to interact with him was like hell on earth. He was a vice, a poison molded into the shape of a man. One that could kill you in a instant, but looked oh so tempting. Only the heavens knew how you were resisted his charms for so long.

“Yes, my general? How may I be of assistance?” Your voice and words held a cordial, cold tone to it. If your employer could not bring a semblance of professionalism into the table, then you would tenfold. If he always closed in the distance between you two, you in turn would step further away in your relationship or whatever one might call this thing between the two of you was.

Despite your frigid temperament, Jing Yuan does not flinch nor back down. His eyes trained on a star-chess piece as he twirled it around. “I think it is about time we quell any sort of . . . resentment you have towards me is all.”

You had to give it to him. Jing Yuan was one of the most attractive people you’ve ever bared witness to. At nights like these where his mane of a hair was let down, giving him a relaxed and playful look, it was hard not to stare. “Pardon, my general?”

“You have no need to give me false face, [Y/N]. I know of your doubts and qualms. You see me unfit to continue being General. That I am incompetent, lazy. That I do not let you do a job you feel you are overqualified to even be in.” He listed off before carefully placing the star-chess piece down. His eyes then abruptly flicked to you, creating eye-contact and in turn, chills.

You are rendered speechless. How had he known? You had been so terribly careful. Never spouting about what you thought. Never even writing down such things. You knew better than to show your treacherous feelings outside of the seat of divine foresight, much less within.

So how, how did this wretched man know?

The General smirked as your hands tightened around your spear. “Why so shy all of a sudden, little warrior? Do not worry. I have a feeling you’ll quite enjoy what I have in store for you.”

“Come here.” He patted his lap.

And you quickly realized what was happening here.

Your whole career was a waiting game really. Each day you could only pray that the General had enough self-control not to take you. It seemed that today was the day all restraints were taken off.

Now, you could only pray for things to be swiftly over, or heavens forbid for him to not enjoy it so that it won’t happen again in the future.

Jing Yuan had long planned for this moment. What order he’d take off each piece of armor, how he’d do it, and every step following that. He was more meticulous in the way he’d have his time with you than anything else in his life.

Never did he put this much effort into anything. Not his studies nor training. He had to give it to you. You were right. He didn’t fully devote himself into playing General. How could he when he was already fully devoting himself to you?

“Perhaps little warrior was a wrong title for me to give you. With how drenched these are, wouldn’t little whore be better, hm?” Your skin, no matter what imperfections it may have, looked immaculate to his eyes. It was something Jing Yuan daydreamed about for hours on end and you did not disappoint. He should have done this sooner, he thought. Too bad it had to take a certain trigger for all his control to diminish.

His wasted no time when grabbing your cock. It was semi soft, though you didn’t want him this way your hormones said otherwise. He doesn’t falter for one second even after knowing so, predicting that its state would change once he began stimulating it. “My General, please — ngh — cease this at one.”

You legs kept moving around, either in pleasure or in a last ditch attempt at resisting, you didn’t know. Your body was moving on sheer instinct. Flight or fight mixing with euphoria. Fear and relief clashing against one another. It had been months since you last touched yourself. As a being close to a thousand years of age, your libido had long fizzled out. Or so you thought.

“You really are in need of a wake up call.”

Jing Yuan remained silent for the couple of minutes it took you to finally ejaculate. As the thick white liquid left your member, so did the remaining will to resist.

“I am your ruler.”

Jing Yuan suddenly stood up, causing you to fall forward unto his desk. Your chrysanthemum presented itself for him.

“My word is law.”

His left hands slid from your lower back to your shoulder as his right aligned his cock. You dare not look back to witness his size.

You hear the sound of a bottle being opened and of squelching while Jing Yuan covered himself in lubricant. He almost spends an entire minute just touching himself to your naked back. A sight he thought would only remain a mirage, a phantasm he will never see come to light.

“My desire will be met.”

But alas, you are here. Though he could easily reach climax just masturbating to this magnificent view, a taste was what this entire endeavor’s reason for occurring.

“And long have I waited for this moment to have you in my hands, Senior.”

He enters. Not gentle in the slightest. And to both your surprise he cums right there, not even lasting a second within you. Regardless of the surprise and sudden intrusion, you do not miss the way he addressed you.

A flood of memories fills your mind. “Xiao Yuan . . ?”

You do not get to think too much about it however, as Jing Yuan quickly regained his erection and began fucking your hole. Groaning loudly at your tightness which came as a result of your surprise. He picks you up by your arms and pressed your back to his chest.

“You finally remembered me, have you? But alas, catching up will have to wait. We have an audience waiting for the real show to begin.” He tilted his head away and looked beyond your form.

The guards — those who thought were your friends — that were stationed there weren’t dismissed. They were watching the whole time you were being jerked off and reached climax. Their eyes were glued to how Jing Yuan’s cock would disappear into your little hole, ears peeled to the lewd sounds of squelching, slapping and mewling, you bet that behind those helmets they were drooling over your misery.

But you didn’t feel an inch of anger at them at all, only at the man that forced you into this wicked situation in the first place.

“You lunatic—“ You yelled, but you do not move away, thrash or form any attempts at escape.

“Lunatic? No no, just authoritarian. A leader needs to assert himself in the face of . . . those who daringly gaze at my belonging. All while they’re stripped bare for me to partake in. If anything those lowly soldiers are the perverts are they not?” He paused from his thrusts, and you are ashamed to know that you made a small whine of disappointment at his lack of movement. He chuckled at your response before his face turned cold.

Golden eyes dripped in apathy as he commanded to everyone else in the room. “Helmets off.”

“Yes, general!” They all nodded in unison. No hesitation whatsoever.

“Look straight into their eyes, little warrior.” But who were you to judge when all you do to his commands were to follow blindly as well? You faced your comrades, you’re almost thankful for your arousal clouding your brain and stopping it from feeling too much shame and disgust. They stare right back. Eyes burning with lust and excitement.

Once he is assured of your eye-contact, Jing Yuan began pounding your ass again, this time he was somehow much more harsh than he was at the beginning. “Ngh — !”

“See all of them? These people would kill to be in my place right now. They’d beg for just a drop of your essence. And here you are, taking my cock like the good little warrior you are. Milking me for all I’m worth. Aren’t you greedy for me? Hahaha!” It doesn’t take Jing Yuan long to get jealous. Just several seconds later he shoves you forward and back unto his desk, forcing you to face somewhere else and your attention back to only the way his cock rearranged your insides and hiding the way your hole took him. His hand running itself through your hair, tugging once or twice every minute.

He leaned forward, thus allowing his voice to reach your ears and your ears alone, and his member to reach even further inside you. “Want more of my cum, [Y/N]? Tell me. Order me.”

“Give me - ah - more of your cum, you - ah - bastard!” You screamed, grabbing ahold of one of his scrolls and unintentionally breaking via the strength of your grip.

Your wish is his command.

Jing Yuan doesn’t slow down or stop as his cum filled you up. He wanted to make sure every corner of your hole was covered with him, that every spurt of his seed would decorate your rectum and make it its home.

“Satisfied with your general now, soldier?” He asked, his hips now slowly stuttered to a stop.

You do not reply, only panting in exhaustion. He does not part with you for a moment when he gave his command.

“Qingzu. Send this recording to Tingyun, then execute the rest.”

Your shock and terror overshadowed the doom of all your friends.

“Yes, my General.”

You only realized the weight of it all when he turned you around for an embrace. His genital already ‘recovering’ and almost ready for another round.

“How would you like their eyes served to you, hm? In preserve jars . . .

Or on a platter?”

Inside the void of space. Of the stars, the planets. The cradle of creation and dreams. You hear the sly voice of a man you once knew.

“What a pervert you are, reading a smutty story of that General from Xianzhou.”

What was his name again? Sam . . . Samuel . . . ?

“Sooo ~ did you enjoy it? Did you have fun?”

Sampo. Sampo Koski.

“ . . . What ?”

Yes, Sampo, your fellow actor. How could you forget? The support to your lead. The guy who always had your back.

“Oh my, you seem a little disoriented.“

In the cold embrace of the void, Sampo’s hands almost felt hot when he placed it upon your cheeks.

“Not to worry, dear friend! I’ll fix you right back up again. Can’t have our main actor ill-prepared for their next show, do we?”

And the curtain opens, revealing a sea of white.

[ TRANSLATION ]

chrysanthemum - lit. it’s a pretty flower ya’ll. slang wise it means anus.

xiao - lit. little. it’s a chinese diminutive, basically added to the name to make it sound cute. like little yun or little [y/n].

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