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ratmonky · 7 months

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his hand slides down and inside your pants, you struggle but he's got one hand wrapped tight around your neck, you can feel your own pulse on your temple, everything feels so hot and you squint your eyes shut in frustration.

you want to scream but you're losing your strength with every passing second, you don't want to lose consciousness... yet.

he cups your pussy, rubbing his fingers along your slit and speaking in monotone, "playing dead won't work."

you open your eyes, glaring at the man with sideburns. he glares at you with his lips slightly curled upward. he pushes his fingers inside your cunt without breaking the eye contact.

your brows furrow and you part your lips in surprise, his fingers are long and rough.

"this is what happens if your daddy doesn't pay his debt," he says, forefingers drumming on your walls while his thumb is pressing on your clit. "you'll get humiliated and overpowered. "

your fingers try digging under the hand he has wrapped around your neck, you're getting lightheaded now, he's too strong and he's incapable of realizing how weak you are.

you try moving your legs and it pisses him off, he curls his fingers inside you and forces his knee between your legs on the wall, he spreads your legs wider and looks at you with rage.

"stay still," he warns and you look at him helplessly, wanting to beg him to let you go, to at least stop using this much force but he's large, he's brute and he is a yakuza. you know he wouldn't mind killing you and you are okay with doing whatever he wants as long as it doesn't cost you your life.

his fingers start moving in and out of you at an achingly slow pace, he's watching your face closely, eyes devoid of any emotion. you aren't sure if he's aroused or curious or enjoying how ashamed you look. it makes tears fill your eyes and you refuse to cry, you press your lips into a thin line and sniffle.

he raises a brow at your reaction and his hand around your neck loosens. you feel the blood rushing to your head and suddenly your vision is better and you can think again. but not for long.

the man grabs you by the back of your head and wraps his hand around your hair to keep you in place this time. your hands go to your hair this time, and you cry in pain.

"tell your dad to pay the debt," he says and forces you to look up at him from an uncomfortable angle. his eyes are half-lidded now, and a faint smirk tugs at his lips.

"we've got no money," you tell him, voice shaky. he rubs a short circle around your clit and you bite back a moan to continue talking, "please mister..." you look up at him with your puppy eyes, begging for mercy.

that strikes a chord but not the one you wanted.

he clashes his lips onto yours and his fingers move quickly in and out of you. he presses you into the wall while rubbing himself on you.

he bites your lip hard enough to make you bleed and when you open your mouth in pain, he pushes his tongue in yours, forcing you to savor his taste with your blood.

your hands go to his chest, and you try to push him away, that makes him angry.

he reaches a certain spot that makes you powerless again and you clutch on his leather coat instead, you feel him smile into the rough kiss before pulling away to focus on fingerfucking you hard enough to make you hold onto him for support.

then his thumb presses on your clit and his fingers start massaging your walls until you're a mess, his crotch rubs on you hard, and you can feel his large bulge throbbing in need despite that he's waiting patiently until your legs start to shake uncontrollably and you lose all of your strength to stand.

he unwraps your hair from his hand and wraps that arm around you, holding you up.

he removes his hand from your panties and brings it up to his face. his fingers are coated with clear fluid, it's shiny and inviting. he opens his mouth to have a taste but he stops when his phone rings.

he knows that it's his grandpa from the ringtone itself.

he quickly wipes the clear gold on his pants and grabs his phone out of his coat's pocket. he answers the call while you're still trying to collect yourself.

"yes. i'll be there. yes, i'm done. yeah, i warned them. okay... no, i'll come myself. okay. see you."

he hangs up the phone and puts you down on the floor of your apartment. he stands up and fixes his clothes, looking at himself in the mirror of your tall shoe cupboard at the entrance.

you watch while still swimming in bliss, you're not sure why he stands there to look at you, maybe he's admiring how much he humiliated you this time. you can tell from the faint smile on his face that he's satisfied.

"i won't be as kind next week," he warns, his scary expression returning as he grabs the stack of money you have on the cupboard, the same one you were going to give to him before he forced his way inside instead of talking at the door. "make sure to have the money ready next time."

he doesn't wait for your answer and leaves your apartment. you hope you can give him the money before he assaults you next time.

#katana man give me one chance #nobody loves him more than me i promise #really wanted to post a proper fic for him for years now but god... things i write for him cannot be published #samurai sword x munkey #tw noncon

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ratmonky · 7 months

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Laid and Paid

warnings: non-con, mild violence, choking

word count: 1.9k

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literally couldn't leave it as a warm up so turned it into a fic as soon as i was free again lmao

Taking a sip from your coffee, you smiled at the taste. You had been trying not to drink coffee as much as you did and now, when you drank some once in a while, it made you truly savor the taste. You took a bite from your sweet snack of the day to wash off the slight bitterness of your coffee and prepared yourself for the next sip of your coffee.

However before you could take another sip, you heard a knock on your door. You weren’t expecting anyone but you didn’t have the luxury of ignoring whoever had come all this way to knock at your door either, so you wiped your mouth and walked out of your living room to the entrance of your apartment.

You stood in front of the tall shoe cupboard that had a mirror on its door to fix your clothes. That was when the person knocked on the door again. Your eyes slowly fell on the stack of money you had next to the cupboard, it wasn’t exactly the day for the collection. The old man always arrived exactly at eight in the morning on Mondays.

The knocking broke you out of your trance, you turned and opened the door. You had a smile on your lips, something that happened instinctively at this point from working at the register for so long. “Hello?” you greeted, looking at the tall man with dark clothing. He had a rough look on him and you didn’t know him but he looked suave from the way he was dressed.

“(name)?” he asked.

Well, it seemed like he knew you.

Your smile faltered hesitantly, “Yes?”

He took a step forward, putting his hand on the door and grabbing it from over your head. “Time to pay.”

He was tall, dressed in dark, rough features and sideburns, he looked terrifying now.

The color drained from your face but you forced yourself to not look as scared, you spoke, “The money is not ready.”

He looked down at you and you stood there, feeling smaller than ever.

“I-...” You took a deep breath to calm your nerves. “I don’t get my payment until Monday morning, this week’s money will be missing but I have it ready otherwise and-”

He pushed the door open and you stumbled back in fear, he walked through the door frame and closed the door behind himself. He was quiet which only made your anxiety go wild, you could imagine every scenario that could happen at this moment and you knew every single ending was worse than the other.

“You’ll pay the money,” he said and watched you nod frantically as you were still taking steps back to get away. He paused and took off his shoes as if he wasn’t intruding on your home. He took a step forward to close the distance between the two of you and abruptly grabbed you by the throat, slamming you against the wall. “Where is the rest of the money then?”

The impact of the slam made you bite your tongue and the pain spread through your nerves like lightning. You let out a pained mewl and your hands went to his hand, grabbing him by the wrist. “I-I don’t have it.”

“Is the place rented?” he asked.

“Y-yes…”

“Then it’s better to pay off your debts than to pay your rent a little later, don’t you think?” His grip started to tighten and you lifted your chin up in horror, realizing that he was going to actually choke you.

“Please,” you said, it was the easiest word to come out. “I have the money-”

He squeezed the sides of your neck hard enough to make your mouth pop open from the pressure. You couldn’t move your jaw either. Just how strong was he?

“You don’t pay off the debt and you keep making up excuses, do you not understand who you owe money to?” He looked almost too disinterested as he lifted you up by the neck until you were on tiptoes. It was just a normal day for him.

You couldn’t speak anymore, you wished you could, you wanted to beg him for mercy. Spare your life. However, you felt his hand on your chest, groping your tits. You wanted to look down to confirm because you thought you were imagining it but the faint smirk on his lips was more than enough to confirm.

“You should look into other job options,” he said, “I’m sure they’ll help you pay your debt faster.” He paused for a moment, “Your dad’s debt,” he corrected.

You were too busy feeling like you were going to faint from how tight he was grabbing your neck. The circulation to your head was gone and you were seeing white spots in your vision, your eyes could pop out of your skull at any given moment if he squeezed only a tad bit tighter.

He gave your tit a squeeze, kneading the mold of flesh over your shirt. Once satisfied he let his hand slide down and inside your pants, you struggled but he had one hand wrapped tight around your neck, you could feel your own pulse in your temple now, everything felt so hot and you squinted your eyes shut in frustration.

You wanted to scream but you were losing your strength with every passing second, you didn’t want to lose consciousness... yet.

He cupped your pussy, rubbing his fingers along your slit and speaking in that monotone voice, "Playing dead won't work."

You opened your eyes, glaring at the man with sideburns. He glared back at you with his lips slightly curled upward. He pushed his foremost fingers inside your cunt without breaking eye contact.

Your brows furrowed and you parted your lips in surprise, his fingers were long and rough. He reached deeper than you ever could.

"This is what happens if your daddy doesn't pay his debt," he said, forefingers drumming on your walls while his thumb is pressed on your clit. "You'll get humiliated and overpowered."

Your fingers tried digging under the hand he had wrapped around your neck, you were getting too lightheaded now. The man was too strong and he was incapable of realizing how weak you were.

You tried moving your legs and it pissed him off, he curled his fingers inside you and forced his knee between your legs on the wall, he spread your legs wider with the help of his knee and looked at you with rage.

"Stay still," he warned and you looked at him helplessly, wanting to beg him to let you go, to at least stop using this much force but he was large, he was brute and he was a Yakuza. You didn’t get to choose how to be treated by Yakuza. You know he wouldn't mind killing you and that was why you were okay with doing whatever he wanted as long as it didn’t cost you your life.

His fingers started moving in and out of you at an achingly slow pace, he was watching your face closely, eyes devoid of any emotion. You couldn’t tell if he was aroused or curious or enjoying how ashamed you looked. It made tears fill your eyes and you refused to cry, you pressed your lips into a thin line and sniffled.

He raised a brow at your reaction and decidedly loosened his hand around your neck. You felt the sudden rush of blood returning to your head and immediately your vision was better and you could think again. but not for long.

The man grabbed you by the back of your head and wrapped his hand around your hair to keep you in place this time. Your hands went to your hair this time, and you cried in pain.

"Tell your dad to pay the debt," he said and forced you to look up at him from an uncomfortable angle. His eyes were half-lidded now, and a faint smirk tugged at his lips. “If you know you can’t handle it yourself.”

"He’s got no money," you told him, voice shaky. “He’s sick.” He didn’t care for your sob story. He made that obvious by rubbing a short circle around your clit. You bit back a moan to continue talking, "Please mister..." you looked up at him with your puppy eyes, begging for mercy.

That struck a chord but not the one you wanted.

He clashed his lips onto yours and his fingers moved quickly in and out of you. He pressed you into the wall while viciously rubbing himself on you.

He bit your lip hard enough to make you bleed and when you opened your mouth in pain, he pushed his tongue in, forcing you to savor his taste with your blood.

Your hands went to his chest, and you tried to push him away, that made him angry.

He reached a certain spot that made you powerless again and you clutched on his leather coat to pull him closer instead, you felt him smile into the rough kiss before pulling away to focus on fingerfucking you hard enough to make you hold onto him for support.

Then his thumb pressed on your clit and his fingers started massaging your walls until you were a mess, his crotch rubbed on you hard, deliberately and you could feel his large bulge throbbing in need despite that he was waiting patiently until your legs started to shake uncontrollably and you lost all of your strength to stand by yourself.

He unwrapped your hair from his hand and wrapped that arm around you to hold you up. He was strong enough to hold you up with one arm’s strength, you tried not to think about how many people he potentially hurt with his strong arms.

He removed his hand from your panties and brought it up to his face. His fingers were coated with clear fluid, it was shiny and inviting. He opened his mouth to have a taste but he stopped when his phone rang.

He knows that it was his grandpa from the ringtone itself.

He quickly wiped the clear gold on his pants and grabbed his phone out of his coat pocket. He answered the call while you were still trying to collect yourself.

"Yes. I'll be there. Yes, I'm done. Yeah, I warned them. Okay... no, I'll come myself. Okay. See you."

He hung up the phone and put you down on the floor of your apartment. He stood up and fixed his clothes while looking at himself in the mirror of your tall shoe cupboard at the entrance. He ran a hand through his hair and your eyes met momentarily while he was smiling at himself.

You watched while still swimming in bliss, you were not sure why he stood there to look at you, maybe he was admiring how much he humiliated you. You could tell from the faint smile on his face that he was satisfied.

"I won't be as kind next week," he warned, his scary expression returning as he caught a glimpse of something and grabbed the stack of money you had prepared next to the cupboard, the same one you were going to give to him before he forced his way inside instead of talking at the door. "Make sure to have the money ready next time."

He didn’t wait for your answer and left your apartment. You hoped you could give him the money before he assaulted you next time.

#tw noncon #i'd climb on him like the munkey i am god #leave a comment while i go and work on other shit so i can feel motivated pls #katana man x reader

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