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Public Restrooms

Warning: Implied non-con, Reader gets followed.

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You never liked public restrooms. They were filthy, claustrophobic, and always smelled like body odor. There was something inherently nerve wracking to be engaging in something so private next to complete strangers. You only hated one thing more than using public bathrooms, and that was using them at night.

Gnats fluttered around the bright street lights as you tightened your multicolored scarf around your neck.

“It's colder than it was yesterday…” You thought, blowing on your frostbitten hands. Work had ended an hour ago, however, you decided to stay longer for a little overtime. But now your bladder was practically bursting and you needed to make your way to the nearest restroom before things got ugly. You looked around, the shop was all closed up and your home was a whole bus ride away.

“Maybe there'll be one on the way?”

Snow crunched beneath your feet as you made your way to the bus stop. The air smelled of frost and gasoline. Winter came with a vengeance this year, covering almost everything with a fresh coat of glittery white snow. It would be nice to have a car at a time like this but with your rent already sky high, it would be virtually implausible. You approached the stop, blowing on your hands once more as you scanned the area. You couldn't see any stores still open at this hour. In a perfect world, someone would make an exception and let you in just to pee. But it was not a perfect world. You looked to your left and there was a bench with a roof to keep out the snow or rain; but there was also a person there, sitting. You didn't wanna bother the man, especially if he was homeless, however, it was becoming more and more difficult to hold yourself. You were tempted to just go in a bush at this point. Walking over to the man, you waved at him.

“Excuse me.”

He looked up at you, his messy hair falling over his face. You would be lying if you said he didn't give you a weird vibe. He sat hunched over, dressed in all black, with sharp red eyes. You almost peed right then and there.

“S-Sorry to bother you but do you know anywhere I can use the restroom?” You asked, swallowing your fear. He stared at you for a while, and you swear he was undressing you with his eyes. His tongue swiped his bottom lip. That's when you realized just how dry and chapped they were. Actually, the man's whole face looked a little dehydrated…

“Down the street to the left.”

You blinked.

“There's a park and the bathrooms should still be open…” He spoke again.

“Oh, right! Thank you.”

You laughed a bit to clear the nervousness in your voice. He looked away and you took that as the end of your conversation, turning around and heading for the park. As you walked you felt his gaze on you once more. It made you shiver, his eyes colder than any winter. But you kept going, he was probably just some homeless guy that you'd never see again after tonight. Right… Just some bitter homeless person.

To your surprise, the man was right. You half figured you'd get led around in circles listening to someone who clearly wasn't mentally sound. But there it was. You hoped that you'd be able to go inside somewhere to pee. Like a restaurant or convenience store. It just felt safer that way, and it was more than likely cleaner than the restroom you just stepped into. It reeked of feces and hot piss, and questionable stains and toilet paper seemed to be everywhere. This was one of the many reasons why you absolutely hated public bathrooms. You could catch a disease sitting on some of these toilets. However, beggars can't be choosers and you were about to bust.

The creaking of the bathroom door caught your attention as you looked for a clean stall. Great. Now it was worse. Doing your private business next to a stranger was embarrassing and you avoided it at all costs. You sighed.

“It's whatever, just hurry up and pick a stall.” You thought, pushing open another door. Heavy footsteps approached you but you didn't turn to face them. It wasn't until they stopped that you looked over. Your eyes were met with deep crimson ones. It was him, the man from the bus stop. You took a cautionary step back.

“Y-You can't be in here.” You spoke, trying to convince yourself that he was just confused and didn't know that this was the women's restroom. He didn't respond, eyes still locked on yours. He sat with a hunch before but now he towered over you. At least a five inch difference between the two of you. For some reason he looked more cognitive than when you first saw him. Something about the look in his eyes told you that he definitely wasn't confused and that he knew exactly what he was doing. Suddenly, you felt warm in thirty degree weather. Fear heating you up and making you sweat bullets. Your heart sank as he took a step closer. You shook your head, a silent “no” escaping your lips.

“What's wrong…?”

Your eyes widened, shocked to hear his voice.

“A cute little thing like you stumbles across my path and you think I'm just supposed to let you go?”

His voice was smooth yet raspy, and it definitely wasn't something you'd ever forget. He stepped forward again and you backed up, straight into a wall. You looked behind you and in that moment he closed the gap between the two of you. He chuckled as he gazed upon your face. Horror. Absolute terror was written all over it. With tears filling your eyes and dampening your full lashes. You were beautiful.

“little one… You are nothing but a sheep waiting to be herded. Now you're gonna sit here like a good little lamb and let me fuck that sweet pussy of yours until we're both spent and my balls are completely dry.”

Without warning, hot liquid ran down your legs leaving a dark spot right at your crotch. He looked down at the area and smirked.

“How adorable. I guess you have no choice but to take them off now…”

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Not the thought of yandere!Boyfriend that would tie up some random guy that was flirting with you and then fuck you in front of them.Them squirming against the ropes watching your tear filled eyes. Loud moans and your boyfriends fat fucking cock pushing into you at a brutal pace. Their cock straining against their jeans. “Look baby he’s hard.” You couldn’t process your boyfriends words until his hand wrapped around your throat Pulling you flushed against his front. “I said look slut.” your eyes glancing back at the man tied to the chair. “Good girl.. Now cum for me baby. Show him what he’ll never get.”

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I just wanna say that I love your blog aesthetic, it's so cute. I hope your requests are open right now, I checked and I couldn't see anything but I wanted to request sucking on Dabis fingers/ him slapping our cheeks (on the face.) Also those Dabi audios you made are so 🤤🤤🤤

D’aw, Thank you ~ trying to make my posts cuter. I’m heavy into cybersigilism, religious themes, and aggrogoth aesthetic. Gives off that dark vibe ‘m looking for, y’know?~ The audios are also hella fun!

Oh, and I hope a sweet lol drabble’ll do your request justice—

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

─━╋ Dabi who’s gotten real fond of you, the cutest little whore in a line up of brutes. He can’t help the thoughts, you with an oral fixation and who can take a good face beating. Obedient or bratty, doesn’t matter to him when he’ll be making you do whatever to keep him entertained. ‘N just like the doc ordered, you were here to fulfill that man’s every wanton whim and desire.

─━╋ when a mission sours, he’ll be sure t’burn up the trash that he knows will tattle. The weak ones, but not you. Never you. But you aren’t safe from his wrath either.

“Where y’goin’?” His voice booms, watching you sheepishly step towards the door out of base. “Don’t remember saying y’could leave.”

He grins, toothy and nefarious. It’s unnerving to his peers, but they know better than to intervene in his antics. A Lanky arm wraps around your waist, fingers tapping your sides as you’re led past the communal areas to his quarters.

“… let’s getcha nice ‘n patched up, and have a nice chat, yeah?”

─━╋ that “chat” he promises starts with you being tossed onto leather seating before he’s kneeling before you. If you fuss, he doesn’t mind straddling you and cracking a nice, firm smack across those puffy, pouty cheeks of yours to ground you again.

“My favorite little recruit, shut the fuck up ‘n listen. You’re too loud…” he starts, voice low, gravely and threatening before suddenly softening to a mellow tone.

─━╋ Crack. Another good slap to the face, earning him another strained yelp as you turn your head away. And Dabi resets, grabbing your chin, turning your face back to him before striking again.

“… Y’fucked up good today, didn’t you? What a shame, and here I was, thinkin’ I had some praiseworthy recruits. My mistake, looks like i’ve gotten soft with you.”

─━╋ “n’more, Dabi…” you plead.

He sneers, exhaling in frustration before winding up another. And after several slaps, smacks, and satisfying moans, he’s lank hard. You can feel it when he’s pressing you into the seat, making zero effort to hide it. The sudden clenched knuckle he balls in front of your eyes makes you jerk, but he hushes you, soothing your freshly raw face with cooling, silver rings.

“Speak up. How y’gonna make up for your shortcomings? Y’know what t’do, don’t you?”

─━╋ Oh yes, you do. By now you can read your lieutenant, and the bastard’s values are crooked. Loyalty and obedience; that’s what he’s looking for. Compliance.

So you nod, hand raising and gingerly grasping his wrist. He doesn’t stop you, intrigued behind his watercolor eyes as you lick your plush lips and slip his lithe digits past them. This warmth is different, the one from your mouth as it envelops his smokey fingers.

─━╋ god, he tastes of hellfire, but you know better than to look perturbed, sucking on two fingers while keeping your eyes on him. He looks soft but his eyes are lurid, his head tilted slightly as he watches the oral display. But he’s soon cackling, dry and hoarse before shoving an extra two into your mouth.

“that all you got? Disappointing.” He drawls. “Gimme a show, slut. I know you’re not worthless shit. But if I need t’treat you that way, so be it…”

─━╋ at this rate, he’ll pumping fingers in and out of your wet little pie-hole the way he’d imagine he’d love to fuck your face, all the while grinding in tandem on your tummy. You cry at times, teary eyed when he’s playing with your uvula and dipping into your tight little throat. But this is what will make your dear commander happy, isn’t it?

─━╋ He isn’t satisfied until you’re finally gagging and threatening to expel on his fingers, pulling them out just in time to watch you heave and plead with your eyes.

“What a good girl. Takin’ your punishment like a champ. I knew you were just perfect f’me.”

─━╋ You blink away that precious lacrimae, looking through solemn lashes. So breathless and beautiful. But Dabi still seethes inside, so rather than give you a slap for good measure he’s gripping the tongue of his belt.

“Why dontcha show me how good that meek little mouth of yours is f’my cock?” And out he pulls out his dick, hefty and heavy as it plaps against your stomach. “Make sure t’be extra grateful for it. Snag those teeth, and I’ll take you over the knee, back to slapping till you’re raw. Got it, pet?”

You’ll need to walk for your next mission, after all.

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I'm not looking to start shit so I'm not linking it or anything, but you may have seen a recent anti-dark-content post circulating with a lot of notes making rounds in the x reader sphere and while I have nothing against people posting their feelings in their own private spaces, every time I see these kinds of posts there's a lot of misinformation that gets regurgitated in the reblogs/replies and I saw what looked like a battlezone in the replies, so.

I know posts like that can be very jarring and affects people like my readers, so to combat misinformation/shaming for anyone who saw it, I'm going to share some of my information on combatting fandom puritanism/misogyny/kinkshaming in its most common forms.

The most important fact, if you read nothing else, is this:

Most women have rape fantasies.

62% to be exact. I think the most pervasive myth on this content is that consumers are "weird" for it, when the numbers don't indicate that. You're in the majority!

The vast majority of people who have rape fantasies do not put them into practice in real life. A variety of factors can determine whether or not they do, particularly specific psychiatric disorders. (X)

To specifically address common harmful and pervasive myths:

the "go to therapy!" line

Generally any academic or professional resource will immediately tell you that consuming and engaging in "dark" fantasies is accepted and encouraged by mainstream psychiatry and part of the professional education for psychiatrists. (This also used to be pretty well-known until like the last 5 years or so, not sure why that changed.)

Here are some particularly insightful resources:

1) This article by Dr. David Wahl, in my opinion, hands-down does the best job of simply and thoroughly explaining why these fantasies occur and why couples practice CNC, as well as the fact that they are both harmless, psychologically beneficial to those with them, and not at all correlated to real-life rape.

2) Dr. Claudia Six has some of the best and most thorough material out there on the subject, specifically explaining why this is taught in mainstream academia psychology and how it is incredibly helpful to rape victims (X).

3) Lisa Diamond is a professional who focuses on this subject a lot, and was featured in the documentary "The Dilemma of Desire," in which she specifically focuses on how these fantasies are not correlated to real-life desires. (X)

4) Dr. Casey Lyle has specifically talked a lot on his socials about how fantasies, even in men/the perspective of the offender, do not correlate to actual risk of offending.

5) This article is not by a professional, but from the perspective of a survivor discussing how it is beneficial to survivors.

the "why would you want that?" line

The idea that fictional tastes = what you want to happen to you in real life is actually of misogynistic origin. I don't want to seek out or add links on this one, but if you're really curious, you can research about how the idea that "women read rape fiction, that means they secretly want rape!" was originally a classic "red pill"/MGTOW/4chan talking point that made its way into mainstream dialogue and thus the public mind in the last 15 years or so due to the incel epidemic popularizing those communities.

the "it's only valid for survivors then!" line

On one hand, yes it's very important to acknowledge that trauma victims use it to cope, however I feel that over-emphasizing that gives the impression that non-victims should be excluded from consumption of dark content, so to clarify, it's a very valid means for all women. Many women who have not personally experienced rape still fantasize about it, and that's fine.

The full explanation as to why this is true for many of them would be lengthy (and addressed in the aforementioned Dilemma of Desire documentary), but in the simplest terms, nonconsensual sex is the only context in which patriarchal society permits women to have sex at all without feeling guilt. For many women, particularly those in more heavily misogynistic or religious cultures, these fantasies are appealing because the idea of consensual sex may give them feelings of shame, guilt, "sin," etc. These fantasies allow them to experience the feeling of being desired without guilt of participation.

No society on earth is free of the psychological grip that cultural misogyny has on women, and shaming women for adapting to the conditions they are forced to exist under is as harmful as the misogyny that causes it itself.

ALL women experience a form of psychological trauma inherent to female childhood and female adolescence in a patriarchal world, and that is just as valid as coping with individual traumatic events.

Good resources on the subject of why women have these fantasies and how they are helpful in general:

(X) (X)

The "what you consume will make you do it in real life!" myth

Although the resources above already address this, it's important to establish why this myth is so prevalent and what its origins are.

The idea that consuming media with dark themes leads to or indicates desires to replicate those acts is a residual element of two major events:

1) Puritan revival culture, popularized in the US and UK in the 90s and 2000s (also known as "Satanic Panic"). A major facet of this movement was TV megachurch preachers making money off of exploiting well-meaning but paranoid parents into believing that your child playing Dungeons and Dragons or Pokemon would make them future serial killers and lure them into satanic cults. (X)

2) at the tail end of this, it was cemented in the public mind as a cultural ripple aftershock of the Columbine shooting, where this sentiment became popularized as the general public blamed violent video games like Doom and "dark" music like Marilyn Manson (whose life was temporarily completely upended by the events and took him years to recover/be safe from) for the 1999 shooting. This event had MASSIVE permanent and global effects in all sorts of ways that the public often underestimates the sheer scope of, notably that it solidified, prolonged, and, in the minds of many, "proved" the paranoias of the preexisting Satanic Panic. (X) This established a precedent, leading to virtually any major horrible event being blamed on the perpetrator's media consumption, including murder and sex crimes.

What this myth ignores in the cases it references (the slenderman stabbings, columbine, sasebo slashing, batman shooting, etc) is two crucial facts: that hundreds of millions of people consume the same media with no negative effects (helpful effects even), and that in every single case cited as "evidence" to the claim, the perpetrator had a preexisting psychiatric condition correlated to acts of violence (which usually went ignored, downplayed and even accelerated/worsened by those around them rather than the help they needed).

Sorry for the wall of text, but I feel an ethical obligation to combat this kind of misinformation, and I hope these resources are helpful for those who may be negatively affected by common misunderstandings.

You are not abnormal or wrong for the fictional content you consume or the fantasies you have!

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Retail Therapy // Dabi x f!reader x Shigaraki (18+)

Synopsis: Working as a sales assistant in a high end sneaker shop is boring. But you're about to be taught otherwise.

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, heavy degradation, vaginal and oral sex, illegal recording, mentions of crimes, ableist remarks (not from reader), harassment, dumbification [behaviors demonstrated should not be condoned]

A/N: idk how I thought of LOV as streamers (but not like gamers). Thank you to the anon from @corollaburner (my spam acc) who said yes when I asked if someone wants this (im in tears :.) Hope you like it!

Another boring day at work. But honestly, what were you expecting? 

You didn’t know anyone who had fun working in retail. Not that this would be your job forever, as you planned on quitting and you know, try something else. Dropping out of college may have not been a smart move but you were confident that you’d find your path, somewhere, sometime. The store was never busy, the pricing and interior design repelling most passers-by and only attracting a couple influencer kids (you often laughed at the term) accompanied by their rich parents or a few unknown athletes in an effort to buy designer and make a better name for themselves. High end clients never showed up in person, they had no reason to, no one shopped at boutiques anymore, all the more sneaker ones. 

You would often kill time by watching stuff online (who didn’t), looking at the latest socialite news in various media outlets, the world was going downhill, you thought, as you absentmindedly sipped from your water bottle, articles writing about villains, social pariahs, as they’d branded them, parading power by killing innocent civilians ‘for the fun of it’. 

Your thoughts were interrupted when two shadows at the door caused you to look up. Customers? No way. Your heart stopped for a second thinking to yourself what kind of a twisted game of fate this was, as both walked through the door. Who didn’t fucking know them, Dabi and his subordinate, the man he had on a leash even though he was the supposed boss, Shigaraki Tomura. What the fuck where they doing here? 

The taller man, which you knew was Dabi, wore a dark blue jacket with its collars ripped and matching pants that cut off above his ankles while his patched purple skin stood out, as surgically attached staples (or where these piercings?) moved when he smiled. Despite the menacing appearance, you had to admit he looked quite.. elegant? His shorter companion didn't fail to catch your eye either, a hood pulled low over his face wearing a miserable plain outfit. Under other circumstances, you’d throw pathetic guys like them in a second out the establishment, the store wasn’t some charity/asylum but you quickly reconsidered once you remembered the recent streaming they made. Shigaraki filmed Dabi burning up a whole forest just to kill some time as they laughed. Problem was they had accidentally murdered some poor people on a picnic, who they’d later find and film, joking about how ‘today was not the day for a picnic, guys’. The two guys would livestream the whole thing on various platforms, other times they’d upload it later on a channel they owned under an alias, where perverse comments encouraged shit like that and gave them both views. They obviously had a clear immoral viewpoint on heroes (they despised the filth society had created on false pretense) and never failed to shout it even louder. 

‘’Hello, sweetheart.’’ Dabi greeted you, approaching the register. His loyal dog followed close, hands in his pockets and a sly smile. 

‘’Me and my friend would like to check out a few shoes today, we’re feeling.. generous.’’ he continued. 

You quickly regained composure and stammered a ‘’y-yes, sure’’ as they looked at you, Dabi's eyes diverting to look at your work uniform, a blazer with exposed bust and a tight pencil skirt (yeah yeah you knew this was a high end sneaker store but rules were rules and you had to attract the filthy rich men somehow). 

‘’W-what would you guys l-like to see?’’ you were choking on the words, the proximity not helping further. 

‘’Sweetie got a speech impediment?’’ Shigaraki said directly to your face before Dabi interrupted.

‘’Don’t listen to this asshole, he isn’t getting any so he’s always pissed off.’’ to which the first scowled but remained silent. 

Dabi seemed.. kind? you thought as you looked at him and shyly moved to the display shelves. 

‘’S-so, could you guys tell me what you’re looking for exactly?’’ you couldn’t believe these two had to come to your place for fucking shoes, somehow the thought of villains having to buy clothes had never really crossed your mind. 

‘’We don’t fucking care, sweetheart’’ Dabi said looking directly at your fluttering from anxiety chest and eyeing your tits. Such a pervert, thinking you wouldn’t notice. 

The whole time Shigaraki was on his phone, which he held in a bizzare way, it was known his quirk involved his hands but you never bothered to care, both these guys were murderous and you possessed no ‘quirk’ or whatever they called it in hero circles so it really wouldn’t matter if it came down to physical altercations. 

‘’We have t-these ones’’ you lifted your arm up to show Dabi a new pair you got in last week as his eyes traveled to your bent ass, your skirt accentuating the curves even more, as he smirked to himself. 

‘’T-they collaborated two brands for this.’’ you murmured, not sure he heard you. His presence made you anxious, you knew what he was capable of and definitely wanted to live another day. 

‘’Oh yeah?’’ Dabi said. ‘’How much do these cost? They’re fucking ugly.’’

You opened your mouth to retort but settled with a ‘’T-two grand’’ which came off unsure and hesitant. 

‘’These are dead. Two grand for these abominations? Hey Shiggy, come look!’’ he told the man who had been too consumed with his phone to listen to the conversation.

‘’Look at that shit man, can you believe trash heroes buy that for two grand?’’ he asked as the latter responded

‘’Yeah I really don’t give a fuck, buy your shit and go, I have content to upload.’’

‘’Please excuse him, baby, he’s just a weirdo who gets off on livestreaming the people he decays, don’t worry we won’t take long.’’ 

Decaying? Livestreams? And why did he call you baby? These guys had to be joking, they were openly talking about viciously murdering people for fun and you suddenly felt sick, your stomach with its contents turned over.

You had been silent, looking at them in horror, while Dabi broke the silence.

‘’Awwh, c’mon now, I’ll be nice. I think I might like these.’’ he said and pointed to a pair of black plain sneakers, they’d suit him, you thought despite the current situation.

You must’ve not reacted at all so he spoke again:

‘’Are you slow, sweetheart? I said I want to try these on, in 15’’ in a tone that made you immediately snap out of your thoughts and take a step back, he felt too close through your peripherals. 

‘’L-let me check in the b-back for you guys’’ you apologetically mewled as you backtracked, you couldn’t even turn around but slowly got to the storage room. Fuck, you thought, of course he had to be wearing one of the largest freaking sizes, your store never brought these as no one ever bought them, what was he, a fucking giant? You were frantically searching through storage drawers and basically anything scattered you could find across the room but with no success, the pair was sold out -it was a basic choice- and the sizing available was 13 and below. Shit, you cursed, as you were about to exit, when you saw two figures at the door startling you. 

‘’What’s taking you so long? Lost in the hallway?’’ Dabi mocks, as Shigaraki snorts. 

‘’I- i- couldn’t f-find the ones you’re looking for’’ you avert your eyes as you utter the words and Dabi’s smirk wavers as he stares at you.

‘’What does that mean, baby?’’ he asks, as he inches closer. ‘’You should be grateful I even chose this shitty store in the first place. It’s not enough you charge poor customers two grand for shoes I can find in the dumpster, now you’re telling me you don’t have the one pair I actually liked?’’ he raises his tone as he has you practically pinned against the door. You could’ve sworn the other guy's laughing but the room’s spinning and you try to take a deep breath. 

‘’I- i’m sorry, guys, p-please let me try to find s-something else- for you, I-’’

‘’No, I think you can just shut the fuck up now, sweetheart. I don’t want excuses from that dumb little mouth of yours’’ His words hurt as you try blinking your tears away, it used to help but not when they’re flooding your eyes like a stream anyway. You feel like this could actually be your end and matter of fact, anyone would know soon enough, as you’d probably also get livestreamed while they’re at it.

‘’Soo.. let me get this straight, you can’t find a proper excuse, you don’t have my shoes, you make me and Tomura wait while you're blabbering some bullshit and you scam stupid cunts for money. Does your boss know he’s hired the dumbest whore on the planet? Or do you fuck him to keep your job? Shame truly, all this for a shitty job, you reaally gotta be desperate.’’ he says and now the tears are well formed and fall from your eyes, as you sob- you literally sob, ashamed and hurt, these men didn't even know you and here they were throwing words around because of a pair of fucking shoes, you feel disgusting, useless and embarrassed, as you choke out some ‘’im s-sorry’’s and apologize profusely.

None of them seem to care about your tears or your stuffed nose, snots falling on your chest and staining the work blazer and Dabi continues in an amused tone.

‘’Stop crying, it's pathetic. Be of use instead, will you?’’ he sighs and signals to Shigaraki, who had been watching intently the whole time, to come close. 

‘’Tomura, how do you think bitches like her pay when they can’t satisfy my needs?’’ he asks the man, who contemplates for a second, kind of clueless and annoyed, interrupted from the live streaming of the rest of the LOV. 

‘’Ugh.. I don't know, kill her? Listen man, we don’t have much time, we have to go meet the rest, so whatever you want to do, make it quick, I want to show my face in Toga’s stream, she has too many hot bitches watching her.’’ he sighs.

This man is out of his mind.

‘’Shiggy you fucking incel, it’s not like you’re going to fuck any of them, so how about you put your scrambled decayed brain to good use?’’ Dabi responds, all while you’re looking at the exchange horrified, where the fuck is this going?

‘’Well, since apparently I’m the smart one here, I’ll tell you both how this is gonna end up.’’ Dabi exhales, he sounds bored but his eyes gleam, he seems amused. ‘’You can’t offer me my shoes? You offer me your body, it’s not like you have anything else going on for you anyways. I fuck you and your little cunt and you’’ he turns his attention to Shigaraki, ‘’you’re going to film the whole fucking thing. Should grant you enough pussy once I let you participate.’’

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You want to scream, you really do. But there’s no words coming out, the phone’s too far away, the storage room hidden in plain sight and there’s two guys ganging up on you so what’s the only thing you do? Beg.

‘’P-please, Dabi, I can- I can help you find something else, we have-’’ you blabber but he cuts you off.

‘’Wow doll, surprised your dumb brain memorized the name. But I don’t blame you, I would too.’’ He’s inching closer to you as you backtrack, each step he takes leads you towards the end of the room, the closet touches your back as you’re pinned under him, touching the shelves. 

‘’Got the camera on?’’ he tells Shigaraki, without turning to look at him, while the latter scoffs.

‘’Yeah, all set’’ he says, you can see him holding his phone and wait impatiently.

‘’Now’’ Dabi says, ‘’take that nasty shirt off, God, who dresses whores like you up? Tits out and everything for the public to see.’’ he says as your shaking hands start unbuttoning the work blazer, you had no shirt under it, it was a hot day and you hadn’t bothered, it’s not like customers were frequent. 

He’s so close to you that your arms touch on his shirt as you slowly remove it and it falls down your shoulders, your bare tits in full display not just for him but for Shigaraki’s camera to film as well. His eyes rake you up and down, your cheeks stained with tears, your hair disheveled and flying all over as your tits bounce on your chest, rising and falling from anxiety. It’s swift, but you notice how his turquoise eyes widen-not a lot since they’re heavy lidded and half patched- to the sight of your tits.

‘’Fuck, these look nice’’ he comments as he brings up both hands to grope them while you gasp. His hands are not as cold as you expected, they’re large, slender and painted black as he starts circling his wrists while still at a fair distance. You moan and he smirks, Shigaraki switching spots to get a better angle. 

Dabi closes the distance as his face is on yours, his breath on your mouth as you close your eyes and he laughs.

‘’Awhh, did you think I’d kiss you?’’ he says as you whimper frustrated but he continues ‘’Whores like you don’t deserve kisses.’’ He grabs your skirt with both hands, as he aggressively lowers it. 

His words cut deep and you fight the urge to let another stream of tears fall down your face, you’d been called names in the past, but the way he talked intimidated and upset you way more than anyone before. Unbeknownst to him, your felt your panties soaked, his hands on your tits had turned you on, the thought of you being like this disgusted you. You really were pathetic and he’d soon find out.

His hands cupped your clothed cunt as you moaned ‘’D-dabi, please’’ to which a voice from the back laughed, you had completely forgotten about Shigaraki, the fact that he was watching (and filming) making you want to vomit.

‘’Baby, please shut the fuck up.’’ Dabi said as he moved to your left and continued ‘’Tomura, are you getting this?’’ but at this point Tomura was not only getting it but holding the phone with one hand while the other rubbed his hard-on.

Dabi moves your panties to the side, almost ripping them apart and pushes two fingers without warning in your lubricated cunt as you choke on a moan, his fingers feel so good around you and he knows how to move them inside you, working his way deeper, while they’re already long.

‘’Man, you’re not gonna believe how wet she is’’ he tells Tomura, who hums and strokes his clothed cock, his phone shaking in his hand. 

You’re being moved up and down the shelves, his fingers penetrating your cunt with force as you feel the pressure in your core build up, you think about fucking yourself on his fingers, grinding up and down but he brings his other hand to your neck and chokes you unfortunately correctly, blocking your airway immediately: ‘’Don’t think you get to decide when to cum’’ he says as he removes his stained hands, your arousal is brought to your face as he turns around and proudly shows the camera. 

‘’Look at this retail cockwhore guys, pussy dripping from two men she couldn’t sell shoes to’’ he brags and you crumble, embarrassed and desperate for an end.

‘’D-dabi, p-please don’t say that’’ you mewl and he looks at you with pity.

‘Say what? The fucking truth? Aren’t you a little cumslut, yes or no?’’

‘’I- I - am n-not-’’

‘’I said, are you or aren’t you my little cumslut, yes - or - no?’’ he orders as you notice something small and blue igniting from his fingertips and you freeze.

‘’Say it’’ he orders.

‘’I- i am’’ you brokenly murmur, but he needs all the words. 

‘’You’re what?’’ 

‘’Y-your cumslut’’ you're shaking not wanting to believe this ordeal.

‘’I need the name too, camera's on you know’’. he says again, his patience wearing thin.

‘’I-i-am--Dabi’s cumslut’’ you look at the camera and with that he finally snaps, turning you over and grabbing you by the waist, his wet fingers touch your lower back, ass to his erection, as he spanks you and you flinch.

‘’Good, now let’s show everyone how good cumsluts like you get fucked’’ he smirks as he unzips his pants and brings his cock in between your folds. 

The sensation is intoxicating, your heat and his pre leaking in between you while your hands are stretched to touch a shelf you can’t reach. 

‘’Make sure you’re getting this’’ is all Dabi says before pushing his cock inside you as you let out a sharp cry, he’s too big and you can’t take him at once, a shooting pain up your entrance as he starts thrusting at a steady pace. 

‘’P-please ‘s too much, s-slow d-down’’ you yell behind you but he doesn’t seem to be giving a fuck, as he grabs your hips harshly and pushes his angry cockhead with hatred all the way up inside you, your pussy stretching to accommodate him and his length and you thank his fingers for the prior lubrication and mess they made in your cunt.

‘’F-fuck, feels too good’’ he groans as he rams you, you hear a sudden whimper and look around to see Shigaraki with his cock out, moving his fist up and down his length, a phone still on his hands while his eyes are fixated on the spectacle. 

You don’t have time to beg for him to stop filming because Dabi’s slender fingers are toying with your clit, his hard cock ripping apart your insides and digits finding the bundle of nerves with ease. He teases your clit, not harshly, as his cock does that for you, but in light strokes, like he’s trying to tickle you and you feel yourself tremble, your cunt twitches on and he feels it as he groans ‘’Shit, you’re tight, too? Who would’ve expected it, hmm’’ as Shigaraki is starting his commentary on camera.

‘’Take a look guys, this is probably the biggest cockwhore we’ve seen, look closer, I bet ya 10 bucks her hole so loose, Dabi’s numb in there.’’ while Dabi huffs, skin slapping sounds reverberate through the small room, as he continues his pace, his cock disappearing between your folds.

‘’Man, shut the fuck up’’ he tells the guy behind him, ‘’her pussy’s tight as shit..or maybe I just have a big cock, unlike your incel ass’’ he says and you moan, he’s becoming harsher, his cruel words only cause you to lubricate more, you can’t deny the pleasure he’s giving you, each time he belittles you or Shigaraki for the matter, you feel yourself tense around his hard length and while you can’t see him you imagine him drinking in your desperate arched back, frustrated whines and pathetic attempts to sink down on his cock, even though you know damn well he’s the one setting the pace and pulling all the strings.

‘’Hey, Shiggy’’ he groans, ‘’want me to let the whore fuck herself on my cock? She seems so eager’’ he tells Tomura, who at this point is solely focused on your ass sinking up and down Dabi’s cock.

‘’S-sure’’ he breathes out, too horny to care. 

Dabi stops moving, cock hard and still inside you, stretching out your cunt regardless ,as you pant frustrated, you’d been so close and he stopped once again. Fuck it, you think, you need to get your release somehow. 

You take a deep breath and start your tantalizing moves with his length throbbing in your walls, you move and grind your hips back and forth as Dabi hisses, his hands dig in your ass, a pain from a metal on your hips, you’d definitely have marks tomorrow but it feels too good and he lets you, which surprises you.

‘’D-dabi, is she good?’’ a voice calls from behind and Dabi doesn’t answer, he just lets you do your work as you increase your pace, your legs are about to fail you but you raise yourself up and grip whatever you can find in front of you while chokes escape your mouth. You think you might make yourself come and he must be on the verge too, because he grabs you by the hair and shoves his cock all the way up your cunt, leaving you breathless as he spits a ‘’enough’’ and starts drilling himself inside at his own relentless pace.

You’re feeling numb, repetitive thrusts and a heating sensation down your core, you wish for his hands on your clit so you beg. Again. 

 ‘’D-dabi, please, t-touch me there.’’ 

‘’Beggars can’t be choosers, baby.’’ he smirks, breaths ragged as he plunges his cock into you, the perfect motion for your pussy to clench and while he acted all tough, a hand is back on the aching nub, he wants you to come undone, wants to be the one bringing you to such despair. 

‘’D-dabi, I-im-hmn.. g-gonna–’’

Hairs sticking to your face, veins popping out your hands as you feel something in your stomach snap, blabber a bunch of incoherent words and release all over his cock, trembling- pussy pulsating all around him. 

He’d been waiting for this, holding himself back, he could’ve come way sooner but wanted your orgasm on him so he lets himself go with a couple final thrusts. He moans out a ‘’f-fuuck– good–..good cunt–..baby’’ before shooting his cum all the way up your cervix, long spurts that feel endless inside you and the sensation is tingling, almost satisfying in a twisted way.

A voice interrupts the moment when both of you turn to look at Shigaraki, his angry cockhead in between half a fist and a frown on his face, he seems upset.

‘’Dabi you idiot, I wanted her too’’ he says and Dabi looks at you, fucked out and cum oozing from your hole. His cum. 

‘’Well,’’ Dabi looks at you, ‘’would my favorite cumslut help a friend in need?’’ he smirks, ‘’just a quick blowjob, we don’t have all the time in the world’’ and you wordlessly nod, his gaze doesn’t leave room for debate. 

‘’C-could I please have some water?’’ you mewl, your throat dry from the sounds made earlier. 

‘’Water?’’ Dabi laughs, ‘’nah, it’s too far away. Here, have this instead.’’ he says as he approaches you and swiftly moves his hands up your cunt, gathering his cum and bringing them to your mouth. ‘’Open up’’ he orders and your eyes widen before you realize his load is lubricating your mouth, as he continues ‘’now, you can suck the incel off.’’ he says as Shigaraki is too impatient to retort and already has his cock poking at your mouth. He’s smaller but has nonetheless notable girth. 

‘’Mhm..not gonna last long, man’’ he says to which Dabi snorts, not really giving a fuck. Indeed, once you're forced to take Tomura in your mouth and bob your head up and down a couple times, he pants and whines, cock jerking in your mouth, as his hand not holding the phone (all except one finger) rests on your head pushing it down his pubes. Soon enough he comes, you can tell by the way he frantically bucks his hips up, so you remove your mouth in tears, this feels horrible. His load spurts all over the place, some lands on your hair and some on his shirt. 

‘’Fuck!’’ he groans, ‘’my shirt’s stained, you whore.’’ his voice whiny as his eyes narrow. For the first time, he inflicts terror on you, as his hand’s about to approach you when Dabi interrupts.

‘’Enough, she’ll give you another one, I’m sure shitty store sells some lame shirts, as far as I’ve seen’’ to which Tomura sighs and removes his shirt. He throws it to your face and hisses.

‘’Gross, you can keep it, cumslut’’. You feel fucked out, tainted and humiliated when Dabi speaks up.

‘’Tomura–’’ There's still hope in your eyes, as you turn to him.

‘’She's about to put in on Depop you know.’’

Dabi and Tomura smirk and you wordlessly get up, something plummets inside (your heart?), as you wipe tears inside your elbow, the only clean body part of yours.

-

It’s been hours since the shift ended but you’re curled up in bed, bruised inside out and you can’t sleep, your mind blank, as you anxiously scratch your knees. You feel violated, you remember Dabi’s hands on you, cock and fingers inside you, Tomura’s shirt and his load in your hair, which was later thoroughly washed to the point clumps fell off, when a message appears on your phone.

It’s a message request from a @ touyat and it reads:

How’s my favorite cockwhore doing?

You suddenly feel very cold, how did they even find you? Your hands shaking as you pick up your phone to unlock it only for a new request to pop up: 

@ shigarakitomura

1 attachment sent.

You take a deep breath as you contemplate.

Well, this could be worse, you try to think rationally. This could’ve been livestreamed.

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Yan!Alastor with a sweet little doe reader that loves to stay close to them and is rather clingy? Cuddles are a must, light kisses on the chin, wanting to walk together with held hands, physical contact is basically their love language! 🥰 even going for his fluffy ears cause who wouldn’t?? I love your writing btw! It makes me happy whenever you have something new for us ❤️

SAY YOU’LL NEVER LEAVE ME!

— yandere!alastor x clingy!reader

— AGH!! this made me scream thank you sm i love you!!! violence warning! pure yandere fluff 😲

is in love with how clingy you are! you refuse to leave his side, and he didn’t even need to force you! alastor loves a submissive darling who’d do what he desires without asking

not to mention how innocent you are! how did such a sweet little doe such as yourself get into hell? st. peter must have been mistaken!

because of your pure nature, alastor would only want the best things for his darling! just promise him to be his forever, and the rest of hell will be in the palm of your hand.

alastor himself isn’t one for physical touch though. he doesn’t mind keeping you at his side nor does he mind the kisses, don’t get it wrong, he adores your kisses! touching his ears though may be harder to adjust to.

he hates the reminder that he is a prey animal, he himself enjoys being the predator. your gentle touch against his fluffy ears and antlers as he twitches under your touch makes him quite uncomfortable to the fact you’re touching his weakest and most sensitive spot.

eventually, he grows to accept the fact that to be yours, he must make some sort of sacrifice. and if it’s this, so be it…

although, because of your clingy behavior, it only raises his possessiveness. seeing you even talking to someone else would make his blood boil.

especially if it is someone alastor has conflict with; seeing you even be approached by lucifer or vox would make him jealous; his smile would grow strained, his murderous intent thick in the air, enough to cut with a knife.

against lucifer or fellow overlords, alastor wouldn’t act upon it. despite his huge ego, he knows better than to pick a fight with demons who are more powerful than him.

to those who are lesser than him… unfortunately, they’re not as lucky.

of course though, being the gentleman he is, he refuses to taint your soul with all the carnage and bloodshed he commits to keep you as his sweet doe.

‘LIVE ON AIR’ the neon sign in alastor’s broadcast station lit up as the speakers across pentagram city came to life. a man begging for his life, screaming as various noises were heard. one could only assume the radio demon was tearing his soul to pieces.

the sound of flesh being ripped apart was gruesome as the sinner’s bloodcurdling screams grew weaker. the sound of his corpse being hit against the walls of the station at least 40 times until alastor threw the body onto the floor.

when the man screamed no more, alastor’s voice was heard, sighing deeply, as if all his pent-up stress had just been released before joyful music started playing in the background. “good evening, sinners! take this broadcast as a reminder not to mess with what belongs to me! lest you’d like me to feast on your screams.” alastor warned before he laughed maniacally. and then he was gone once more.

after releasing all of his fury, he returned back to your shared bedroom, his cute little doe in pretty jammies he bought for you. so comfy in bed while hugging a plushie of a manically-cute red kitty, the antlers on its’ head resembling alastor’s. “alastor, what took so long?” you pouted as he began to retire in his nightwear, first taking off his bowtie.

“forgive me, my doe. there were many things to cover tonight on my radio broadcast…” he smiled, pinching your plump cheeks; so yummy and jiggly under his touch. “could i make it up to you tonight?” he smiled widely.

“ugh, then hurry up, please?!” you hit the sheets in frustration. “ahaha… just be patient, my darling.” he patted your head, getting into bed with you. turning off the lights before he wrapped his lanky arms around your waist, burying his face in your hair and leaving a trail of light kisses over your head.

the next time you’d see alastor’s broadcast station, a peculiar skeleton is pinned, adding a grotesque look to the hotel

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street racer! nikolai after he wins the race and takes u back to his place 🤭🤭 he would also tease you for being scared shitless while he was speeding :33

aaaa i can imagine him to be more teasing and best believe, he's gonna drive fast asf to take you back to his place too. matter of fact, maybe not even to his apartment. he might as well do you right there and then in his car 😚 there's a reason why he has small cushions in the backseat after all....

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Normal People Things (dark!141 x fem!Reader)

Soap drags you to his place to meet with his lieutenant. It goes as smoothly as you can imagine. AO3 CW and tags: Non-con, poly, group sex, size kink, daddy kink, power imbalance, kidnapping, dead dove do not eat, forced orgasms, praise, humiliation

The ride is short – shorter than you anticipated. You don’t know if you wanted it to be longer if you needed more time to sort out the thoughts flying in your head – you feel numb, empty, hollow, all of those stupid words for stupid expressions because nothing can quite describe the dread settling in your stomach. 

Your throat burns, your makeup is ruined, you are shaking like a kitten left under a rain – you listen to some light music, something you could hear in the car of a guy you’d probably be interested in. Classic rock, some melodic sensations, if you squint and cover your mouth, you can almost relax and stop the desire to puke. You felt mostly sober when the Scot was pushing his dick in your mouth, the horror of the situation forcing your mind to clear up a little – but now it’s foggy again, blurry and messy every time you open your eyes just to see the same man on the front seat, smiling every time he catches you looking at him through the mirror. 

He broke your phone, obviously – snatched it from your hands and broke it in two with horrifying ease. He kissed you after this, cold lips on your forehead. You were crying, or so you think – you were crying this whole ordeal, your face feeling wet and burning as he was fucking laughing, trying to get you to talk to him. You wouldn’t, even if your throat weren’t hoarse and hurting from the fucking he gave you. 

“Want to grab somethin’ to eat, bonnie? I know a bloody lovely place, eh?”

You didn’t respond, the thought of taking something from a guy who eligibly kidnapped you made you sick. Besides, it’s not like food will do you any good – your stomach is spinning from a combination of fear and alcohol, and even though you’d love to ruin this pretty car, you don’t want to evocate even more negative feelings from its owner. He hasn’t hurt you too much yet – no bruises, no broken bones or blood, and you don’t want to provoke him further. 

“Don’t cry so much, I didn’t even fucked ye. I’ll get ye off later, aye?” 

You don’t want him to ever touch you again – despite that disgusting, burning feeling on your panties, the way your little cunt is fucking soaked because his voice is gruff, his face is pretty, and he almost touched you in a way that wasn’t making you sick – it all dropped now, thankfully, your mind is reminded of just how horrible he really is. “Just sit yer wee arse here, lassie. Lt and I will take care of ye” You almost fell asleep when he finally stopped in front of…a building. You don’t know what you were expecting – an evil lair, maybe some grimy base where monsters like him are being made. Not a rather normal apartment building, maybe a bit too scary and dark for your liking – you probably wouldn’t want to live here or even be around this place at night, but, ultimately, it doesn’t look like an evil base. 

This only makes your condition worse – you start sobbing again, useless and pathetic begging as the Scot drags you out of the car, supporting your wobbly legs and making sure you won’t fall down to the ground as he gently caresses your body. He is too fucking soft, too gentle – even his grip on your wrists isn’t bruising, he has one hand on your waist, gently pushing you towards the building. 

***

Ghost wasn’t expecting guests today. He just got out of another deployment, a few days from the previous mission, ready to get back any time if it weren’t for the fact they all deserved a little retreat – yet, he was planning to go with alcohol, maybe some lowly jerk-off sessions with Johnny and shitton of cigarettes to pass the day. What he wasn’t expecting is his sergeant spamming the 141 group chat – shitty idea, really, too much liability and security problems, despite all the measures Price took to encrypt everything – with pictures of cute, crying girl being all adorable, scared and fucking defenseless. 

No one in 141 is a good person – it comes with the job, really, if you’re willing to be a good guy with a gun, there will always be a moment when the lines become blurred. Dragging a civilian girl to their damp apartment isn’t a life-or-death decision made in the field, but they all deserve a bit of sweetness after a mission, right? 

They can be good for you. Simon isn’t sure there is anything in his heart that can still be declared as soft and fuzzy feelings, but he is willing to try and find it, even if for a night. They won’t be letting you go, obviously, Lasswell won’t cover their sorry asses in case you’re getting out with a marvelous surviving story, so you all would have a lot of time to get to know each other. 

— Thought you’d bring food, Johnny. 

— I did. Not my fault they gave up sweets as freebies. 

— How is she? 

— Quiet. Our lassie is a smart girl, eh? Didn’t even fight too much. 

— Fuckin’ hell. Thought they stopped making those a while ago. 

— Good thing I found her, aye? 

Ghost stands at the door of their shared apartment, staring at adorable scared you. You’re shaking in his sergeant’s hands, poor thing, too fucking terrified to even run – you have mascara smeared all over your face, drool and cum on your lips, and he drags a finger to your mouth, wiping it all away. 

You instinctively suck on his finger, the natural obedience coming with a very simple “please, don’t hurt me” plea – and he fucking knows you will be so good for them. He is dragging you inside, allowing Soap to push the takeout bag on the small table in the kitchen while Simon is dealing with all of those silly clothes you’re wrapped in. 

You beg him to stop, but, at this point, even you don’t think he will. All ounces of hope were destroyed already. You aren’t sure what you want anymore – maybe you want to just lay down and sleep, hoping that they will stop tormenting you. The ache between your legs only grows stronger when Ghost drags you to the bedroom, his strong, bulky hands holding you so perfectly – so firmly, you can’t even wish to move away. 

The mattress creaks under the combined weight of your bodies. You roll to the side immediately, your brain is foggy from alcohol again – you don’t even register his rough, firm hands as he is slowly dragging the ruined dress from your body, revealing the underwear you spend so much time choosing and buying. You liked the combination – you wanted to wear something nice today, even if no one would have seen it. 

Now you have this horrifying man in a skull balaclava and harsh hands tugging on the straps of your bra. You sob, head spinning and vomit picking in your throat. The man puts a hand between your shoulder blades, just enough pressure to make you grounded – to remind you that there is no way out, even in your mind. 

— Calm down, love. Won’t hurt ya. 

You choke on a laugh – they are literally going to fucking assault you, you were already forced to suck on Soap’s dick, and yet, this man is playing gentleman with you while undressing you at the same time. You cry again, your tears met with a soft hand on your cheek – checking on you. 

God, you want to drown in this affection, no matter how artificial it is. 

— L…let me go, please. I won’t tell anyone. 

— Too late for that, eh? Johnny don’t have any bloody manners. 

Scot screams from the kitchen, making you wince from the sound. 

“Bloody hell, Lt, I ken ye were fine with draggin’ our lassie here a minute ago!“ You sobs intensify, and you never felt more fragile than before – just one loud sound is enough to break you. The British guy drags you into an uncomfortably tight embrace almost immediately – you’d say you’re almost thankful for the moment of affection, but he snaps your bra a second later. 

— Sorry, love. Will buy you a new one. 

His fingertips are rough on your skin, a contrast that sends shivers down your spine. You whine, feeling stranded like this – feeling like you’re going to be fucking sick from the moisture in your panties. You hate yourself for being this touch starved, but the man is as rough as he is mysterious – and by the look of his figure, perfectly sculpted hands, and a healthy amount of tummy that doesn’t make him look any less intimidating, he might be up to your tastes. It's too bad you don’t have a choice anyway. 

— Don’t touch me. 

— Can’t help it. You’re pretty. 

You feel like you are going to have a fucking panic attack. This is too much – you feel sick, you feel mortified, you are getting your hands out of his hold with the power of surprise and dragging them closer to your mouth, trying to contain the involuntary bile collecting in your throat. You gag, finally feeling all the alcohol you took, getting back to bite you in the ass. 

Before you could say or try anything else, before you could even be bent over, trying to calm yourself down before you dirty everything in this fine-looking bedroom, Brit already dragged you to the bathroom, allowing you to look at the tile floor and white ceramics while you were vomiting your guts, cum, and anxiety out of your stomach. 

It took you a few minutes before you could get anything out – and another few while you were just holding the toilet seat, not even caring about how unsanitary it was. You feel like you’re going to die, the throbbing in your head only intensifying as you could almost feel dropping out of conscience. God, you will never drink again – even though it’s a promise that will break you right after you break it. 

— Bloody hell, love. Easy. Easy. 

— F…fuck you. 

— You will, love. Promise. 

The skull mask guy was rubbing your back the whole time, a motion you didn’t expect from a kidnapper, rapist and a fucking arsehole. He gently took your hair out of the way, he slowly rubbed calming gestures in your aching muscles, and you leaned into his touch, your state was finally reaching the breaking point – you were longing for the soft touch of your captor, not even caring that he is just as awful as his friends, rummaging through various bags somewhere in the other room. 

You cry, the depths of the situation finally getting to you – and he drags you into a tight hug after wiping your mouth with a paper towel, throwing it away before you could feel sick from the smell again. 

He talks you through it with his grovely voice and deep accent, and you can’t help but lean in and listen. 

— Calm down. Can’t have you panicking on my cock. 

— D…don’t touch me. Please. 

— You need this, love. We’re not the worst people who could have picked ya up. 

— You’re a bunch of fucking ra…

He stops you immediately – holds your hand, and drags you back to the bedroom almost too rough, dropping you to the bed before you can manage to scramble your legs and writhe away from his touch. You sob again, crying even more – you don’t have makeup now. Thankfully, everything was mostly wiped out by the paper towels and a mix of your tears, but you still feel horrible. Laying on the soft bed in your soaked panties made you feel like a slut, and this is not the feeling you were expecting out of this night. You just fucking wanted to go home and sleep the alcohol out, not…this. 

— We’ll take care of you. Be a good girl for us, and I will make Johnny pay for not getting you off, eh? 

You can hear the Scot again, emerging from the kitchen in an apron – to your surprise. He looks too domestic, too clean, his hair is a bit disheveled after your little attempt at breaking out, and you can see the resemblance between him and a very, very sad and polite dog. If he had a tail, it would be curled between his knees, a look of genuine guilt almost making you believe that he wanted to apologize for being so forceful. 

— Steamin’ Jesus, I tried to be a gentleman. Didn’t want to scare our lassie too much. 

— She’s shivering. Poor girl, was Johnny this scary? 

— It’s yer mask. Wee things always scared of those. 

They both laugh, clearly not taking your tears seriously. You curl into the bed, trying to protect your exposed breasts and midriff as much as possible. You don’t want to be touched, you feel dirty and used already, but their attentive gaze is making your skin burn and crawl from the feelings you never thought you knew before. It’s a horrible situation, but somehow, you are almost flattered because of how affectionate they both look for someone as insignificant as you. 

Maybe, it’s your brain trying to protect itself from further trauma. Maybe, if you’d lie to yourself long enough, you could pretend you want this. 

Ghost looks at you, drinking the drowning panic in your eyes. You’re so pretty, so helpless, he doesn’t even want to think of what could happen to you if Johnny weren’t here to pick you up. You’d be murdered in cold blood, left laying on the side of the street after a group of some perverts would be done with you. You don’t deserve to be treated like this, you deserve a proper help and calmness of living with them – and he knows that once he is done with bringing his first orgasm with your body, you will learn to love it too. Maybe not at first, but the seeds would be there. 

He tries to be on his best behavior as he slowly drags his body between your legs, catching your ankles once you tried to kick him. You’re like a kitten, growling and hissing, clawing on his hands like it didn’t turn him on even more – he pins you under his weight easily, enjoying the audience of Soap already palming himself through his pants. Fucking pervert – he already came in your mouth not so long ago, but the lieutenant knows that given a chance, his sergeant will break this girl for another three rounds in a row. They can’t have that, right? 

— Calm, love. Don’t make it harder for yourself. 

— Stop…please, just…god, wait, I…

It’s such empty words, he knows you can’t calm yourself down – you’re a pretty girl, really, you’re cute and adorable, and you don’t deserve his firm hand taking off your lace panties, but he knows that you will love it after a few more times. You’re dripping already, a combination of manhandling and previous foreplay making you adorably weak for them. 

— Will make you nice and wet, yeah? Such a pretty cunt, bound to give it a taste. 

— W..wait, please, don’t, really, j…just let me…

— Quiet, love. You’ll fuckin’ love it. 

Ghost drags his fingers straight into your folds, spreading them as quickly as possible. He would love to give you more time to adjust, but he was hard ever since Johnny made that goddamn call, and patience isn’t his best quality when on leave – he needs you in all ways you can handle. On your back, preferably, he wants to see that pretty face of yours when he will bottom himself in your cunt and make you squeal. Maybe play with your ass for a little – if you’re going to be the team’s favorite girl, they need all of your holes ready to be used. 

You squeak from surprise when he drags his mask on the upper half of his face, revealing his mouth. Clean-shaved chin, a bit of uneven blonde stubble, strong jawline – he smirks because he knows he is quite the opposite of ugly, that even after all the burns and scars, he is still that rugged type of handsome that ladies in pubs just love to touch. He wonders if you’re more of a typical pretty boy type – he wonders if you’d like Gaz as much as you love Simon. And you fucking adore him by the sight of your wet pussy almost dripping on his tongue. 

You beg him to stop when he slides his tongue in, the feeling of his harsh fingers stretching you only making everything hotter, less bearable. You don’t want to like it, but he is handsome and strong, he is whispering sweet compliments into your pussy, sliding sloppy kisses all over your folds, not forgetting to pay attention to your throbbing clit. 

“Such a pretty cunt for us. What was the last time she got so much attention?” 

He kisses you down there sloppily, adding another finger almost immediately to really make you feel that burn. You’re crying from stimulation, it’s been a while since the last time you had anything so heated – you just want him to stop, to proceed, to let you go, and also to never stop kissing your pussy and collecting all the juice that’s been flowing from you. You make the bedsheets under your ass wet, and Ghost just can’t help but stretch you a bit more, enjoying the sound of your confused, almost pained squeals. 

“Stop crying, love. I could have taken your arse instead.”

He can only imagine how adorable you’d look, crying from his cock in your plump rear. He is by no means small, and the thought of tearing your pretty arse just a little, making you cry from being filled so much, makes him even harder. He needs to be patient, can’t break your rear before Captain gets here – but god, isn’t patience the hardest virtue. 

“S’good for me. Sorry, love, can’t wait much longer. Got a bloody lovely cunt f’ me” 

You cry even harder when Ghost finally slides his cock in you – one harsh thrust, the sound of his hips slapping against yours, is enough to make you sick again. You’re stretched, dripping wet, it wouldn’t hurt if only he had a normal-sized cock, not the fucking monstrosity he is showing in your underprepared pussy. Nothing would prepare you for this – he started moving immediately, with little regard for your comfort. The niceties he was whispering were falling on deaf ears as he slammed inside of you over and over again. 

You feel sick. 

— Fuck. S’ tight for me. 

You’re clenching around his dick, not allowing him to pull back. Such a pretty girl, he doesn’t know what he would do without that feeling – he wants to fucking devour you whole, to have you laid out for him so prettily. He bottoms finally, stretching you beyond any man could – you feel him somewhere deep, near your cervix, hitting your sensitive walls while all you can do is cry for him to stop tormenting you like this. You can only squeal under him, for him, he is hitting all of your special spots at the same time, and you don’t know if you could really handle him like this. 

His hand lands on your folds, playing with your clit – only making you more and more wet with each second, you almost feel like you are passing the breaking point already. He is stronger than you want him to be, and you feel like he is going to fucking break you, every attempt of squirming from under him is met with a fierce grip on your waist, dragging you back where you belong – moaning and crying on his cock. 

The intrusion stopped being painful after a few minutes, you’re open enough to allow his cock to slide in and out easily. He bites your neck, munching on sensitive flesh like he is going to rip a chuck off you, leaving marks as if he were a wild dog. You moan under him, the feeling of his teeth on your skin isn’t exactly horrible – but not too enjoyable either. 

You squirm softly, hoping he would at least cum soon. 

— That’s right. Dumb civvie girls should just relax for the ride. 

— N…not dumb. I’m not dumb. 

— Only a dumb girl like you would get in Johnny’s hands. S’ry, love, but you really are dumb. 

— I’m…

— It’s alright. We like dumb girls. 

He moans in your ear, biting your earlobe, engaging in a sloppy kiss that allows you to taste your pleasure on his lips. You hate every second, you want to loathe every inch of his body, but his hand is moving faster and faster, steady rhythm that makes you see stars every time he plunges his cock inside – and, oh god, you can’t help but feel your pussy throbbing around him, the tight knot in your lower tummy getting warmer and warmer as his movements steadily brings you to an orgasm. 

It hits you too fast to be prepared for – just a few minutes later, you’re panting under him, mouth open agape as he slides his cock even faster, abusing your poor, sensitive cunt. You’re milking him for cum, not even caring that you are not on the pill – you just concentrate on the head of his cock hitting your G-spot in the most perfect of timings and his rough fingertips caressing your clit in a way that makes you go wild. 

You cum with a cry, soft, squeaky sobs escaping your lips as you hiccup and moan, pressing your hips against his in an attempt to become as close as possible. You feel his hot cum filling you up, a slight bulge in your lower tummy becoming even more prominent. 

Ghost kisses you on the forehead as he slowly emerges from you, hissing as your tight walls refuse to let him go. You’re so fucking perfect, all flushed and panting heavily, neck covered in bite marks and outline of his bruises forming on your waist. 

He pats your pussy a few times, making you shiver from the feeling. 

— Such a pretty girl. Lay here, your cunt is goin’ to be a bit more visitors today. 

He smiles, kissing you on the lips again – you whimper, curling on the bed, feeling the hot cum dripping from your exhausted, sore pussy. You feel his hand affectionately patting your head as if you were a cat, and he hums in approval when you instinctively lean towards his hand, getting as much affection as you possibly can. He brings you a pillow and drags your head so it would rest more comfortably – and you already feel extremely tired, your eyes closing. 

You’re almost ready to sleep when you feel the Scot sliding in bed with you, slowly spreading your legs.

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I tried- I really tried. But I can't pretend to love you, Chrollo…

There is a moment of silence that follows your question. Neither of you speak, or even move for that matter, yet your eyes remain fixed on the untied tie hanging from around the collar of the white button down Chrollo is wearing. It matches the colour of the flowers on your maxi dress, a beautiful crepe that you regret ruining with this occasion.

Although you stand barefoot on the carpet, you still feel like there are pins poking the soles of your feet. “Do you,” he finally speaks, “think my wish is for you to pretend?”

It takes you a moment to respond, but when you do, you meet his gaze. “Considering the circumstances, yes.”

“It isn’t,” he says immediately. “Please clarify with me before you assume things on your own. It won’t be the first time you caused harm by doing so.” The accusation sours your mood further, but he does not seem to mind. “Darling, I trust you know my intentions or do I need to repeat them?”

You scoff. “Your intentions are selfish and self-centred. I don’t need to listen to them again.”

“My intentions involve only you. I don’t understand why you find them selfish.”

“Because it is you who will receive gratification, and all that I will receive is more pain. There is no fair deal here. Admit it.”

Chrollo purses his lips for a moment, but immediately decides against pacification. A newfound determination brings him to move closer and gently grab you by the shoulders, him seemingly adamant on conveying his message to you through any means necessary.

“The only part of it that involves my satisfaction is me being a direct cause of your happiness and the receiving end of your love. Neither is it complicated, nor is it selfish. If anyone here is selfish, it’s you.” You gawk at him, but he continues. “I am taking you out tonight because you said you were feeling stuffed inside. I took you to the mountain peak the previous week because you had once told me you wanted to travel and see different regions. I never cage you at our temporary residences because you have expressed your desire to feel carefree instead of bound within four white walls.”

The both of you continue staring at each other as the feeling of a battle you have surely lost starts seeping in. Despite that, Chrollo shows no mercy, and continues his onslaught. “If I wanted, I could have left you somewhere alone with sufficient ration while I worked with the troupe, but I didn’t because I love you. All I want is for you to feel safe and happy, yet you still remain so hellbent on being miserable. When will you realise that you yourself are the root of your unhappiness?”

The question makes you freeze, and Chrollo lets you go right when the glossiness in your eyes becomes apparent. He’s quick to dismiss your tears, acting as though there are none. “If you want, we can simply stay home tonight.”

“No,” you wipe away any tears, looking at the foundation smudged on your hands. “Let’s go. I’m sorry. Let’s just go.”

“Alright. We’ll leave when you’re ready.”

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Characters: Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader Summary: You died and became a ghost. Now you can’t leave Chrollo, but at least there’s satisfaction in taunting him. Notes: yandere!Chrollo, ghost!Reader, past nonconsensual relationship, unhealthy coping mechanisms.

"Do you ever wonder what it's like," you ask, watching Chrollo flip the pages of his book, "to be dead?"

He doesn't reply.

Of course he doesn't, it's simply not possible. Most conversations you have now are one-sided, monologues with occasional questions sprinkled in between which always stay unanswered. Because he can't hear you. Or see you. Or touch you, unless he accidentally walks through you, and it's probably the only time when Chrollo feels something.

Maybe that's why you keep doing it, walking right through him. Just to make his skin crawl like he once made yours.

But Chrollo only closes the window and gets a warm cardigan. Cold drafts are coming in more often these days, since fall is nearing its end.

It annoys you how meticulous he is.

You float above the tub while he brushes his teeth, staring at the faint cracks in the ceiling that weren't present three weeks ago.

"It's chilly here," your fingers sink deep into your thigh, like through butter, and yet it sends no signals down the nervous system to let your brain know. Strange, this body you have now ─ translucent like a jellyfish.

Chrollo rinses his mouth, you push the towel off the hook.

"I could use a cardigan too."

He doesn't get scared. Doesn't get uncomfortable, doesn't...anything, really. All Chrollo does is fix the towel and turn the bathroom lights off.

Fallen things get picked, switched objects ─ put back to their respective places, and doors locked shut. He goes about his day, sometimes drawing two mugs instead of one from the cupboard.

You could leave.

You sit on the balcony railing where Chrollo drinks his tea, and swing your legs in the air. Below your feet, cars move on the pavement like toys lined up in neat rows. People cross busy intersections, and the wind doesn't rustle your hair anymore.

Could. Could leave.

If only you knew how to do that. If only Chrollo wasn't attached to you, like a string tied to your wrist ─ invisible, but still so thick that it tugs you back whenever you try going further than a few blocks away.

You don't know why it's like this, but suspect it might have something to do with unfinished business.

Stuck here, you watch him read and brush his teeth, drink fancy tea and shake the snow globe he stole two weeks ago; the dancing fairy inside looks a tad much like you and you're debating whether pushing it off the shelf would be childish or not.

Sometimes it's frustrating being around him.

But sometimes, sometimes a door creaks and Chrollo stops in the middle of the opulently decorated space. The wallpaper has little fleur de lis printed on it, and heavy red curtains frame large windows.

This is when you go so, so still and stare.

"Dear?" he asks quietly.

There's nothing behind the door.

Just an empty hallway bathed in dim lighting.

You never reply. Because this is why you keep hanging nearby, even when there're many empty rooms in the penthouse, barely there, barely lingering ─ for the greatest and most profound pleasure of making him believe, just once, that perhaps, there's something else besides himself in this furnished apartment.

#oooooh #wtf this was so good!!!!

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Hiii thanks you very much for answering my ask🥹❤️

But can please I get one where they never find reader🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Yandere Adult trio and trouble trio when reader escapes and they never find her

First one here

Yes bbg

This is a bit short

Warnings: killing, yandere

𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧

Feitan

Feitan is offended and pissed that you have the audacity to try and escape him

He’s gonna look for you for years and even after he stops looking he’s still gonna check from time to time if you’ve become brave enough to make a Facebook page or a snapchat account

Even if he knows you aren’t with them he’s gonna kill all the family and friends he didn’t already torture to death trying to find you

Phinks

Like in the last one phinks is heart broken, why was he not enough for you, he fed you, clothed you, made sure you had a comfortable place to sleep every night

He’s gonna low key go crazy the more time passes that he can’t find you and he might ask the troupe for help and if he still can’t find you and they all fail at finding you he’ll be forced to stop because of his mental health

He’s still gonna have some major heartache though, oh some random person that has the same hair colour as you asks him for help? They are getting punched so hard they won’t be recognizable, he sees the nail polish you used to wear in the store? He’s buying it all just so he can throw it away when he’s done smashing them all

Shalnark

Shalnark isn’t very good at showing his emotions but he is sad, not because you got away because he’s doubting himself and his abilities to kidnap someone

He’s buying pad locks and camera and motion detectors for weed before he starts looking for you, that’s probably good for you because it gives you time to get away

When he starts looking he doesn’t think it will take long but you actually did a good job at disappearing and he’s slowing getting more frustrated

He’ll try less but he’ll never stop looking for you so make sure to always cover your tracks well

Chrollo

Chrollos not that worried, he starts tracking you right away and because of that he probably gets close a few times which slowly starts to piss him off

When he can no longer find anything about you he involves shalnark to help and when he can’t find anything he’s having a whole troupe meeting about it

He’s never gonna fully stop looking and he’s never gonna get over the loss of you, he might try and replace you but it isn’t help so he’ll kill the innocent person in your place

Illumi

Illumi is gonna go bat shit crazy when he finds out you escaped, the whole house is gonna know the whole town below his house is gonna feel his bloodlust

He’s gonna have every family member, every dog, every maid and butler out looking for you so you gotta be speedy

Your best Bet is honestly going to another country if you can do that without leaving any footprints

He’s gonna replace you because his family says he has to but whoever comes after you doesn’t mean anything to him like you did

Hisoka

Hisoka is the calmest, he figured he’d find you in like a week because of his skills and hunter license but after a couple months pass he’s starts getting annoyed

He’s pushes other stuff aside at this point to fully focus on looking for you but when it hits the one year mark he pushes it to the back of his mind again

He still makes en effort from time to time but not as often, he is sad you left you where his favourite toy and he didn’t even get a chance to break you

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vegetable patch

hybrid!simon 'ghost' riley

cw: hybrid!au, pwp/smut, breeding, guard dog!simon, bunny!reader, dub-con, outdoor sex

a word from bunny: happy easter! if you like the fic, suggest your own! if you really like the fic, leave a comment! reblogs are always appreciated!

what you knew about price's farm was that it had the most lovely heads of lettuce you've ever seen. you also knew that he had two guard dogs who made sure bunnies like you didn't get into the vegetable patch.

but what the farmer grew was much nicer than whatever you could find in the forest. so it was worth it to slip through the fence to get to the bounty of vegetables.

farmer price had two guard dog hybrids. john, also known as soap. and simon, also known as ghost. while john had a louder bark, simon was the one to watch out for.

you had slipped through the fence and kept an eye out for the dogs. with careful steps you did you best to not make footprints in the dirt. you kept your ears low to your head to keep you from being spotted.

"bunny." you heard, a low rumbled of a voice. you looked over and saw the blond. his arms across his chest and his dark eyes gazing down at you.

you swallowed, "hello." you tried to take a step away from him. but ended up face first in the dirt as you tripped over a head of lettuce. you whimpered.

he chuckled, "i can't have you be eatin' that. it's not yours."

you looked up at him, your ears low as you frowned, "you can at least share." but made a sharp noise when simon invaded your space.

he grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, "it'll cost ya." he said in a low voice.

the guard dog had the luxury of clothes, while you were naked. you tried to squirm out of his grasp but you felt his erection up against your ass. he grunted when you accidentally rubbed yourself up against him.

"stay still, bunny." he said as he pushed your further into the dirt, "be good, or i'll have your throat between my teeth."

you whimpered as he got himself undressed. your ears laid flat against your hear out of fear as you felt him push his cock into you. he had you pinned to the dirt as he started to rut against you.

his cock felt huge and like it took up the entirety of your pussy. you moaned and whimpered, your tail twitched as you felt him move his heavy cock in and out of you.

"good little bunny." he growled as he continued to thrust.

you had no defense mechanism, you were a bunny! you felt his heavy balls slap against your ass as he moved. you tried to grip onto him but he kept you under his larger body.

"sweet little bunny." he purred, "perfect for me." his cock throbbed inside of you as you pushed back against him to meet his thrusts.

your head felt like a blur as he fucked you. your back arched as you felt the pleasure in your body from his heavy thrusts. your face was pressed into the soil as he feverishly moved against you.

his cock felt like it was up in your womb, hitting the edge of it. you panted and whimpered like a good bunny and let the dog hybrid pump you full of hot seed.

your pussy clenched around his length and you squirmed a little underneath him. he grumbled something that you didn't pick up but knew it didn't sound good. so you laid there limp to let him do what he wanted.

he gave you a little bit of praise for being such a good girl for him, such a sweet wholesome bunny to let him use your pussy like that. maybe that would teach you not to be sniffing around vegetable patches again.

"ah, please!" you whimpered

"i love the sound of your struggle, bunny." he let go of one of your wrists and tugged on your ears for a moment.

he pulled them back like reigns on a sled and used it as leverage to thrust deeper into of you. you whined and moaned from the feeling as he pushed as deep as he could get inside of you.

it felt like his cock was in your stomach.

it wasn't long before simon's pace started to stutter, you whined into the dirt and arched your back further. you felt sore but yearned for his cock. with another hard thrust, he shoved his cock as far as it would go and finished inside of you.

your mind went blank afterwards.

but soon your heard, "simon what in the hell" farmer price sighed as he saw you in a heap in the soil with your ass up and your little cottontail in the air.

simon looked almost proud of himself as he licked your cum-filled pussy. his hands on the back of your thighs. he then looked to his owner as his tail wagged.

the farmer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "i guess we're keepin' a bunny then." then got off the porch to see the damage the hybrid had done.

you moaned a little when simon got ready to fuck you once more. your little tail wiggled at the anticipation. you moaned when he slid his cock in once more.

price grumbled to himself, "jesus christ, simon. at least get the girl inside the house!"

-

months later you'd find yourself curled up with the guard dog in front of the television on the floor. your belly had filled out with pups, something that left simon quite protective of you. you lived a lavish life for a bunny who was out in the woods.

But now you were inside the house, and you got all the lettuce you wanted. <3

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TW//: hardest smut I've written (I think), cnc, gangbang, punishment, body writing, extreme degradation, overstim, anal, oral(m&f receiving), implied poly relationship, bad editing.

thinking abt captain price who brings his puppygirl to work. you've been naughty, a desperate mess for his cock. humping his boots, pawing at his cock, grinding your dripping cunt on whatever you can find. he's tired of it.

price ties you up, handcuffing you to the coffee table in his office. he strip's you down, leaving your soft body exposed to whoever walks in. he even turns the ac up, smirking the way your nipples pebble, thighs shaking as you whine.

and to make it worse, he writes on your body. filthy words that make you squirm and leak. 'slut', 'whore', 'breeding bitch', 'cocksleeve', 'fucktoy'. he even goes as far to write a bold 'BREED ME' adding an arrowing pointing directly to your pretty cunt.

he's so mean, ignoring your desperate little cries and pleas for mercy. even as johnny holds you down, shoving his cock deep down your throat, he ignores you. he has no qualms finishing his paperwork while the sargent stains your pretty face with cum.

he lets all his soldiers use you. ghost stuffs your little cunt. it practically feels like hes ripping your little body apart. hands spreading your thighs as wide as they'll go, pawing the fat there as he spits a large, fat, ball of saliva on your clit. he laughs as you twitch, slapping your tits as you cum around his thick cock.

even gaz doesn't spare you mercy. he adds to prices writing, for such a pretty man his mind is filth. 'cum dump', 'dumb slut', 'free use'. he crosses out the 'BREED ME', instead writing 'useless'.

uses the left over slick and cum from ghost, pushing into your tight, inexperienced ass. big hands hold you down as he kisses up your spine. he doesn't care if it 'hurts', or if he's 'too big.' there's an arrow pointing to your ass, clearly saying 'USE ME.' he's never disobeyed an order from price, why would he now?

it's even worse when all three take you at once. ghost and soap fighting for room in your cunt. the two men are impatient, shoving their cocks deep inside your poor, overstimulated, cunt even as you cry.

gaz is no help, wiping your tears away as he forces his load down your throat, holding you still until you swallow everydrop. he squeezes his dick through your throat, milking every drop.

it's only when you're all fucked out, every hole stuffed with cum, that price has mercy. he lays you out on his desk, hands still cuffed, and cleans out your pretty cunt. licking fat stripes to your clit, fingering all the cum shoved into your pretty, used, cunt.

"shhhh, sweetheart. I know. but you wanted this, remember? this is what happens to needy puppies like you. they get held down and fucked like the little toys they are."

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tw: dubcon/noncon, implied manipulation, loss of virginity, jing yuan being a bad guy, nsfw

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His entire body over you. Muscled thighs spreading your legs open, keeping you pressed down. Chest breathing slow and measured against yours. You can feel his sweat sticking to your skin. Hot, suffocating. In and out, he’s everywhere. Wet, but still dry, too. Pain, so much so, and yet his comforting hands are contradictory, along with the low voice humming in your ear. It messes you up, confuses your thoughts. He’s all over you. Everywhere.

It’s the first time he’s invaded you like this. It’s the first time anyone has trespassed, and now here you are, held down like a fish to be gutted for dinner, just waiting for it to be over.

But he’s so kind. His voice so soft, his touch gentle, despite his trespassing. He belongs there. Your body had always been his home to sneak into when no one else was watching. No one else was ever watching, not anymore- he turned all their eyes away, so it was just you and him. A dark room. The way it should be.

“You’re doing so well, dear,” Jing Yuan whispers. The thickness of his voice sending shivers up your clammy skin. It’s misleading, the thickness of his voice gathered up in the back of his throat like mucus. Something to be hacked out later, cleaned up, thrown away. His large hand smoothes over your small forehead- the size of his palm big enough to smother your face if he so pleased. He could choke you so easily with those fingers. But he never does. “I’m going to move a little. Be brave.”

He gives you a second to prepare yourself before he’s moving his hips back, a slow and dry drag as he guts you from the inside. He’s all over you. You flop and flail, a fish without water, on a cutting board, but you do not scream. Your breath stolen out of your lungs as you bite your lip and hold him tight, careful not to sink your fingernails in. You wouldn’t want to make him bleed. He’s your home.

Then he moves back in, a breath leaving him like he’s breathing the fresh air that you are lacking and reveling it. Something smooth and satisfied. “Wonderful,” he praises, his other hand petting across your belly and playing patterns by your hip.

Jing Yuan had always been your home.

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fem!reader

foxventurine's seen how real bunnies hump - round, fluffy balls of fur clambering on top of each other, their little tails trembling adorably.

so when his feline companion, ratio, brings round a little bunny hybrid to their apartment, he can already feel his dick twitch in his pants. cute floppy ears, big, innocent eyes, and best of all, both your skin and fur look so soft. both of them can smell it on you - the scent of fertility that nearly drives them both nuts.

good to knead, good to mark, good to fuck... he flicks an ear, dismissing the thoughts temporarily. patience. he can manage that.

ratio, on the other hand, is ravenous and not hiding it. he sits you at the dining table, watching you with a deadpan expression as you chatter away and have dinner, but one hand is on your knee, rubbing your thigh surreptitiously.

aventurine calms himself down before his fur can rise. "so unfair," he mutters to himself. he wants to feel how soft you are too. he takes a seat on your other side, leaning in real close to wipe your mouth with a thumb.

the shade of pink you turn is absolutely delectable.

soon the two of them have you sandwiched, glaring over your head at each other - they may be working together, but they still can't help the rivalry.

"cum," ratio commands, barely more than a growl. "cum on my cock." he grabs your leg, stretching you out.

your back arches taut, mewling desperately, clawing at the sheets until another wave of hot and cold prickles all over you.

"don't forgot about me, sweetheart," aventurine sighs, his fox ears twitching in pleasure. "ohh. you're just made for this, aren't you? slutty little bunny."

your soft mouth is stuffed full with his dick, eyes rolling on your fucked out expression. aventurine moves his hips experimentally, feeling a rush of satisfaction when your eyes still fill with tears.

"one more time," ratio mutters, half to himself.

"hey," aventurine snaps.

"i'm not done yet." ratio glares back.

he bundles you up, legs folded toward your chest. aventurine helps him hold you down as you struggle in protest at yet another orgasm.

"behave," he shushes, cooing at how cute you are, unable to know anything but their dicks.

ratio wastes no time in sinking all the way in. aventurine lets you cling to his fingers, lowering his head to suck at your nipples. well, he'll always have his turn.

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spoiler for 2.1 quest !!

a lil yandere thought.... since this scale model thingy is owned by sunday.... contains objectification (kinda? aven calls you his doll)

i'm thinking of him baiting his darling to enter, reassuring them that it'll be safe and he can help you out, and once your body shrinks, sunday chuckles at your confused and panicked face, gently and slowly scooping you up like you're a little sparrow who lost their way.

"this way, it will be easier for me to keep you—sshhh, don't flail around like that, darling, or you might fall,"

ah, this could work for aventurine too.... he'd use your tiny body as a personal doll—dressing you up in the fanciest of clothes and accessories, cooing at your pointless struggle as you try to hit his arm.

"look at you, my doll... so beautiful and adorable! hey, i could put you in my pocket and bring you to the casino as my lucky charm—what do you say, hm?"

or veritas... he could use you as a model for his sculptures, maybe even create a little miniature house for you along the way to make sure you wouldn't try to escape.

"stay still, will you?" the doctor says, humming in satisfaction as he places a laurel wreath atop your smaller head, "there, now no one will mistake you as a simple figurine,"

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late-night devil, put your hands on me // nsfw/18+ hisoka x afab!reader

cw: afab!reader [no pronouns used]; nonconsensual somnophilia; dubcon/noncon elements; vaginal fingering; rough sex; hisoka is his own content warning™ wc: 2k

Hisoka often wonders to what extent you, in all your mundane normalcy, can feel the weight of his bloodlust—if it settles on you like a lead blanket, or if it only fills you with that sudden, unexplained sense of dread you once described when he showed up at your door, covered in someone else’s blood and overflowing with a ravenous desire. If only you could feel just how heavy, how oppressive, his need can be. He wants to crush you with it, watch you struggle and gasp under it as the air is forced out of your lungs, hear your screams as it fractures your fragile little bones.

It would be so beautiful—so euphoric—to break you.

He traces his nail along the window-screen, observing you from his perch outside your bedroom window. He glimpses you in shadows, only shapes and subtle movements, but you’re there, your skin probably prickling as the night air chills your room, nipples hardening under whatever threadbare shirt you’ve worn to bed tonight. The image of you he conjures in his mind’s eye is almost as good as the real thing—helpless and laid bare for him, unaware of the menace that lurks just outside.

Hisoka hums to himself and taps his finger on the window frame, pouting with disappointment; it’s no fun to simply climb in like a common burglar. No, he greatly prefers the challenge of closed doors and new locks, metal bars and a piece of wood shoved into the track of the sliding glass door in your living room to keep it from being pried open. But every barrier you erect to keep him out, to tell him that he’s only allowed in with your permission, on your terms, is simply something to tear down and destroy, a minor annoyance that he can easily overcome. It’s delightfully charming how you seem think you have any control in this arrangement, a precious little quirk of yours that he finds endearing.

He slices your screen open and enters your bedroom with a quiet elegance, one that he’s almost disappointed that you’re asleep for. You are adorably taken by the way he moves his body, after all, your eyes always fixed on how his muscles move under his skin, how his lithe frame seems to flow like water as he overtakes you. No matter, he’ll simply have to describe it to you in the morning, tell you over breakfast in great detail just how expertly he broke into your home since you’d made it so dreadfully easy.

A shivering breath leaves Hisoka’s lips as he nears your bed and sees for the first time the state you’re in—you’re stretched out over the sheets, the covers tossed to one side, dressed only in a t-shirt that’s twisted itself up over your body. One leg is bent, exposing a sliver of your cunt, just enough to make him lick his lips as the faint moonlight illuminates the wetness that glistens between your thighs.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were expecting me,” he murmurs under his breath as he approaches your sleeping body. He traces his nails down the curve of your hip, watching carefully as you twitch in your sleep. He waits and listens, attuned to your heartbeat; a breath hitches in your throat and you sigh into your pillow, shifting slightly. His fingers move deftly to the apex of your thighs, tracing soft lines up and down your slit as his other hand moves over the hardness that strains against his pants. Hisoka presses his middle and ring finger against your entrance, feeling how it pulses with just the slightest stimulation; you’re sensitive, your body just as eager for him as when you’re awake.

“Dreaming of me, sweetheart? You’re so wet already,” he groans, sliding his fingers in deeper, feeling you flutter around them. He could easily fuck you with his fingers and make you cum on his hand if he wanted, stand there in the darkness and take in the delicious way you’d softly move your hips against him in your slumber, stroke his cock to the sweet sounds of your little sighs and moans.

But Hisoka came here with intent—though your pleasure is alluring, his lustful desires were already full to the brim when he set out for your apartment, and now they’re overflowing. He carefully withdraws his hand from your dripping cunt and moves to the end of the bed; he quickly strips, the cool night air chilling his alabaster skin, the moonlight highlighting his slender body with its fine musculature in a way you’d surely appreciate. He pumps his leaking cock a few times while he watches you sleep for a moment longer, fucking into his fist as he observes his oblivious prey.

With a swift motion, he grabs you by the calves, sinking his nails into your flesh, and yanks you down to the end of the bed. It’s thrilling when you wake with a gasp and begin to panic, twisting underneath him as he slides a hand over your mouth and lays his body weight on you, pinning you to the mattress. It’s tempting to shush you, to purr in your ear that’s just him, that it’s okay, that he’s only here to use you—but he’d rather feel your poor little heart racing, your legs uselessly kicking at him, your sleep-weakened hands clawing at his arms for just a little longer.

Eventually, it seems you recognize him somehow—perhaps the feel of his frame on top of you, the sweet smell that seems to emanate from his skin, the familiar sound of his groans as you thrash about uselessly and his cock pulses against your thigh, leaving trails of sticky precum on your skin. He loosens his grip just enough to let you turn your head and stare up at him, your pupils like saucers, and you murmur his name questioningly through trembling breaths.

“Don’t mind me, dear,” he coos, running his tongue along the shell of your ear, “I’m just here to take what’s mine.”

Just as he suspected, your pretty little cunt is still dripping for him and he pushes himself inside you with ease, eliciting a particularly lewd moan from you, the sound still muffled by his hand. Hisoka fills you to the hilt and fucks into you mercilessly, pushing your hips and stomach against the bed with the bruising force of each thrust. He thobs thinking about how sore you’ll be tomorrow, how fun it will be to press his fingers into your flesh and feel you squirm at his touch, how he’ll grab your wrist when you try to smack his hand away and sink his teeth into your tender skin in retribution.

The way you whimper against his palm now that you’re settled, now that you know it’s no ordinary intruder violating you in the night but your intruder, is exquisite—so needy, so whiny, so desperate. He knocks against your cervix with every powerful thrust, sinking himself into you again and again just to hear your little cries of pain that slowly turn to whines of pleasure. He’s amused at how easy you can be to satisfy—a little pain to make you practically drip, a little tenderness with soft bites and kisses, and the throbbing length of him pulsing in your warmth.

“You surrendered so quickly, sweetheart,” Hisoka mocks, his words laced with condescension. “I’d almost think you were waiting for me come by and fuck you tonight.”

He grins as you shake your head in a half-hearted protest, a pathetic attempt to save what little dignity your situation affords you. And he could keep teasing you, keep needling at you for just how easily you folded for him—his cock aches just thinking about the way your cheeks would heat and the way you’d thrash underneath him in shame—but the tension that coils inside him, that deep, pervasive need that he feels down to the base of his spine, is too great to hold back any longer.

He fucks into you with a frenzied pace, guttural groans filling the air in the room as your warmth pulses around him again and again. He can still smell it on you, the fear and the dread that gripped you as he pulled you from your slumber—it’s an intoxicating scent, one that he would capture if he could, wear your terror like a fine cologne. He buries his face into your shoulder and huffs deeply, taking it in as he delves deeper into you with each rhythmic push, grinding his body into your with a desperate insistence.

“That’s it—that’s it—now take it all for me,” Hisoka moans into your shoulder, and he sinks his teeth into your skin as he spills himself into you. The way you cry out in pain as he bites down again and again is enthralling, and he groans into your tender skin with blissful agony as he shudders and convulses. He stays there on top of you, heaving panting breaths, his cock still buried inside you as his spend begins to leak out and drip down your thighs.

“Such a good toy for me,” he mutters as he kisses your neck, across your shoulders, down your spine as he finally pushes himself off you. You gasp when he finally releases his grip on your mouth.

“Hisoka—” you sputter, but he quickly shushes you and climbs up the bed, dragging your limp body with him like a ragdoll. He curls himself around you, licking the spots on your neck where he’d bitten you, soothing your irritated skin. Poor thing, you’d have to coat yourself in makeup to look presentable for work in the morning—assuming he even let you go in, of course.

You murmur his name again weakly, sounding defeated and still sleep-drunk, but with something else in your tone—neediness. Hisoka laughs softly when you grasp for his hand and drag it down between your thighs.

“Aw, did you want something, pretty?”

“Please…” The word is almost unintelligible, a whimper that he knows too well by now.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he teases, biting your earlobe gently. “I give you my cock and yet you still want more from me.”

Hisoka presses the pads of his index and middle fingers down onto your swollen clit and you sigh, sounding at once relieved and grateful; you are nothing if not easy to please. It doesn’t take long for you to reach your peak, not the way you grind against his hand so demandingly, sloppily rolling your hips as you force yourself to stay awake long enough to finish. You moan his name quietly, and he holds you against him tighter as you shudder and spasm, pressing your back to his chest to feel every tremor, every last little shiver that he causes.

He retracts his hand and holds it up, his fingertips glistening with the mix of your wetness and his spend. He licks his fingers, tasting the mix of your fluids, and suppresses a delighted groan; perhaps he’d have to take you again before morning, he muses as his cock twitches against your backside.

A breeze moves through the stillness of your bedroom, the moonlight filtering in through the sheer curtains that now dance in front of your window. His hand drifts over your warm, malleable body, and he kisses along your jaw, feeling your pulse begin to slow against his lips. You’re particularly lovely this way—exhausted from being used, body wilted and practically boneless, so soft and easy to mold to his desires. Your breathing begins to slow and you seem to melt into him as you lay there in the quiet; he starts to tease you, chiding you for not thanking him for your orgasm, when he hears a soft snore followed by a long, slow exhale.

“Poor thing, all worn out,” Hisoka whispers, nuzzling against your neck. He’ll have to wait and admonish you in the morning for leaving your window open at night—why, just anyone could break in that way.