#tw noncon photography

[fuwushiguro]

I Can Be The Eye Of The Storm

chapter six | masterlist | chapter eight

Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader | Megumi Fushiguro x f!Reader

Genre: Smut & Angst with horror/thriller elements Notes: thank u everyone who sent love about this series it’s been fun to get back into it! hope this chapter was worth the wait hehe 💕 Warnings: 18+, rape/noncon, major character death, false imprisonment, violence, attempted murder, blood mention, misogyny. Words: 4.4k

Synopsis: You meet a handsome older man while partying in Paris with your best friend. Going home with a man you've just met isn't usually your style, but looking at him is more than enough to dispel any doubts. But maybe you should have listened to your intuition.

“Toji please!” you cry, pounding against the door. “PLEASE!”

You keep hammering at the wood, you assume it will break if you carry on. But in truth you know you’re the one who’s going to break. You’re exhausted, you’re hurt, you haven’t fully processed everything that’s happened. And now the man who said he loves you is keeping you locked up in a room in the same building as your attacker.

And still, you can’t stop.

No matter how much your arms ache. Despite your voice becoming hoarse and your legs wanting to give out from under you.

You don’t stop.

“She needs a muzzle.” Gojo smirks, flipping through a deck of cards as he sits comfortably on a couch in the living room. The spot you’d been sitting in eating hashbrowns hours earlier without a care in the world.

Toji gawps at him. A little dumbfounded by his sheer audacity.

“What’s wrong, big man?” he asks as he starts to organise the cards. “Didn’t realise she was such a handful? I knew she was trouble from the second I saw her.”

And now, Toji has had enough. He hadn’t been able to sit down, instead pacing around as he heard your pleas and cries of his name. This is so fucked, but he couldn’t think of another way. But hearing what Satoru has to say is making his blood boil, and he’s no better than a caveman despite wanting to be.

“Shut the fuck up!” he lashes out, he approaches Gojo so quickly he’s barely registered their close proximity. He just looks up, and Toji is towering before him. And another second later, the cards are flying out of his hands as Toji begins to throw punches. “You raped my fucking girlfriend and you’re wondering why she’s screaming. Are you fucking kidding me?!” he yells.

“That’s enough.” Nanami breaks them up.

“Easy…” Gojo replies, his face bloody with a busted lip as he tries to regain his composure. “You sound like a pathetic old man, girlfriend? Please, you’re twice her age. It’s embarrassing.”

“I love her. I let you hurt her.” he rakes his fingers through his hair. “I didn’t invite you here for this.”

“So… why did you invite us?” Gojo stands up now, levelling his stare with Toji’s. “You said she’s slutty, and you’re willing to share. I took advantage of what you said and fucked her.”

“Not like this.” Toji responds immediately. “You did take fucking advantage. And you’re not even sorry. You’re not even fucking sorry about what you’ve done to that poor girl.” he argues. He begins to pant out of frustration. Nanami can do nothing but watch the two men argue. Gojo runs his tongue along his top row of teeth before deciding to speak again.

“Either way, we can’t leave her locked in there forever.” Gojo reminds him.

“I should let her call the police. I cannot fucking believe you’ve done this you stupid fuck.” Toji carries on with his barrage of insults. His gaze keeps flitting between the men he’s with and the stairs to the bedroom you’re locked in. “I don’t think a little bit of coke is going to matter to the police when there are bigger things to focus on.”

“You’re not calling the police.” Nanami speaks.

“Right, you’re not going to call them. Because you know it’ll blow all of our shit up and it’ll fuck yours up the most. So shut the fuck up, sit down and shuffle the cards. We can think about what to do in the morning.” Gojo orders him.

“I’m not fuckin’ playing.” Toji tells him. He retreats to the kitchen and grabs himself a beer, cracking off the top with his teeth. He’s only just realised his knuckles are bleeding and his hands are shaking. He puts down his beer and holds his head in his hands, his head pounding with the gravity of the situation.

Nanami picks up the cards that Gojo had dropped and begins to shuffle again. He hands them all out between to two of them, thinking snap is probably the easiest and low effort game to play.

“How can you sit there and play cards knowing what you’ve done?” Toji asks, emerald eyes vibrating as he stares over to Gojo.

“Just having fun, Toji.” he smirks again, “Just a little fun.”

A few hours pass and you know Toji isn’t coming. He’s hiding from you, he’s ashamed. Not that you know that, though. To you, he’s having fun with his friends and laughing at your expense.

You gave up kicking and punching the door a while ago. Now, you’re crumpled in a heap on the bedroom floor. Is this all you can do? Give up and accept this is it for you? That Toji might keep you locked up in this place until you agree to their terms? They can’t… they can’t make you.

And then a harrowing thought crosses your mind.

No one knows you’re here.

One of them alone could easily shut you up for good.

And there are three of them.

“To—” you stop yourself before his name becomes louder than a whisper. He doesn’t care about you. He isn’t going to help you. It’s all about self-preservation, for him. Toji is too scared of facing prison to help you out of this mess.

It’s got to be you.

You pull yourself to your feet using the bed frame, your legs are still shaky, but you know you’ll have to find your nerve soon. There’s no one coming to save you, nobody is going to undo the damage that has been done. If those three are all about self-preservation, you have to be to.

But nothing is catching your eye. There isn’t a single thing you can use to your advantage. You think about battering the door down using the armchair in the corner of the room, but you can’t imagine you have enough strength to keep repeatedly hammering away at it.

You instinctively reach for your phone, forgetting Toji had taken it from you.

“Fuck.” you mutter and begin to pace around the room. All you can think about is Nobara. What would she do in this situation? But that question immediately vanishes when you remember she wouldn’t be stupid enough to get herself into this mess. She didn’t trust Toji from the get-go and you shouldn’t have either. Tears begin to well in your eyes and spill over as you realise your momentary injection of heroism has been snuffed out. You’re stuck here like the useless idiot you are.

Your breath hitches as you look at the windows in the room. The same windows Gojo attacked you against. Your heart race quickens as you replay it in your mind. You can’t help but feel sick. It’s as though you can physically feel the weight of a bowling ball in your stomach as you relive the incident that occurred hours ago and think about the only thing people will see you as if you manage to escape.

A victim.

You place your hands against the window, and then your forehead, closing your eyes and beginning to sob violently. What had you done to deserve this? You know you’re stupid. You’re gullible and a fool and you’re just so fucking useless. But is that really a crime that deserves such a severe punishment? Is being a failure truly worthy of what Satoru Gojo had done to you?

As your eyes slowly begin to flutter open, you notice the pool illuminating your skin as it had with Gojo in his room earlier. It’s dark outside now, the cyan water even more bold than it was this morning. It looks so inviting…

It looks so… warm.

“Snap, I win.”

“You’ve gotta be cheating, Kento. You’re killing me.” Gojo laughs.

Toji is still leaning over the breakfast bar as he watches them both play their tedious little game of snap. He’s thinking about going to see you now. Checking on you, seeing where your head is at. He thinks maybe if he grovels, you two might be able to work something out. He’s drunk, he’s coked up, everyone is coked up. But surely there is some arrangement you can come to so that he can make things right without involving the police.

“I’m gonna head up.” Toji announces, shoving his fifth bottle of beer to the edge of the counter. “I need to check on her… try and do some damage contro—”

The three men pause, almost frozen in time as they look at one another to confirm they all heard that. Did they all really hear the sound of glass shattering from upstairs? They can’t move. None of them can bring themselves to snap out of their daze and move. What the hell was that?

And then, the sound of the crashing glass is followed by the familiar sound of water splashing. Toji finally manages to move himself, standing with Nanami and Gojo as they rise to their feet and stare at the bubbling blue water they can see out of the window.

Nobody says a word. They just stare and continue to stare.

Suddenly, you rise. The water is wiped from your eyes, and you see all of their eyes fixed on you. You too, are frozen. All you can do is kick your legs to keep you afloat. You know that your fear of them chasing you will be realised as soon as you make a break for it.

But you can’t stay here.

You swim as fast as you can to the edge of the pool, and your prediction comes true. As soon as you start swimming, they’re running for the front door. They’re scared, they’re panicking, this turn of events hadn’t even been in the equation for them.

Before they can unlock the front door, you’re already out of the pool and sprinting in the wrong direction. You’ve become disorientated but you know that you can’t double back on yourself, you’ll only fall into one of their arms and end up locked in a room without a method of escape. You have one chance to get away, and this is it.

Despite running through the wilderness in your underwear, you’d been smart enough to put on a pair of trainers and a jacket. You’d have covered yourself more, but you thought the water would weigh you down and give them more of a chance to catch you. That’s not a chance you can take.

“Princess!” you hear Toji bellow in the distance. There’s a gap between you for now, but you know it won’t be long before they close the distance. You don’t think hiding is an option, you have to keep running.

You run.

You fucking run until you feel your lungs empty.

You run until your legs are cut to shreds by the brambles and thorns through the trees.

You run… until you can’t.

You’re staring over the edge of a cliff; another step would mean certain death and your stomach plummets at the thought of accidentally falling over. Looking left and right does little good as you know you’ll ultimately be met with the same fate no matter which way you go. The snow begins to nip at your skin. The adrenaline is wearing off and you’re starting to feel hopeless once more.

As you take a deep breath and contemplate your next move, you feel a strong grip on your wrist.

“Caught ya.” Gojo smiles, menacingly. You let out a scream and try to yank your arm from him, but it does no good. Toji and Nanami aren’t around, they must have split up to search for you. It’s just you and Satoru. And your legs begin to give out under you once again. “Squeezing your thighs f’me, hm? That excited to see me again?”

“L-Let go.” you try to sound confident, but your stuttering earns a pitiful laugh. This is the worst-case scenario. You can barely process what he did to you let alone what is about to happen. And Toji, once again, isn’t here to stop him.

“You’re no victim, look at you. Even now you’re running around in your underwear like a slut. Do you love the attention that much? You know anyone could be out here, waiting to fuck you. But that’s exciting to you, right? I get it, being desirable is the greatest feeling in the world. That’s why I couldn’t keep my hands off ya.”

“You raped me.” you say, your voice refusing to falter. “You know what you did, and you have to live with that until the day you die.”

“It doesn’t bother me, sweetheart. I wanted something and I got it, that’s how I am. It’s my right. And you were begging for me to fuck you.”

“No—”

“Yes.” he interjects. “Girls like you are good for one thing, and you know it. You’re just a cunt to be fucked. You’re barely a person. You’re a hole to be filled and make men feel good about themselves. You don’t think Toji loved you, do you? He loved having a pretty young thing wrapped around him and being able to brag about it. You’re nothing.”

“I— I’m…” you don’t know what to say. Partly because you think he might be right. You’ve always known it was ridiculous for Toji to be saying he loved you after barely knowing each other. It was some Disney romance you’d built up in your head to be more than it was. It wasn’t and isn’t love. It’s just lust.

You’re nothing.

You’re nothing.

“At least I’m not a rapist.” you tell him, your eyes focusing on his as you refuse to back down. “I’ve never had to have sex by force. I have loved and been loved. You just hurt people.” he grunts, forcing you closer to the edge of the mountain. It makes you smile, laugh, even. Knowing that you’re getting under his skin.

“You should be careful how you speak to people when you’re in such precarious situations.” he warns you. It’s a threat, and you see the gleam in his eye which tells you he isn’t afraid to follow through.

“I don’t give a fuck.” you smile. “You can’t do anything worse to me than you already have.”

“Wanna bet?”

“If I die, if you murder me, I promise… I’m going to haunt you until the end of time.” you start. “Whether I’m the first, only, or last of the people you’ve hurt like this. I will fucking haunt you until you lose your mind. I’ll always be with you, like your own personal stalker. And I won’t stop until you get what’s coming to you.” you speak with so much conviction, you hear a shallow and panicked grunt settle in his throat. He finds his steel once more, looking at you with disdain before allowing himself to smile.

“Go ahead and try,” he pushes you away from him. “I don’t believe in ghosts.” and with a final kick to your abdomen, a harrowing, involuntary scream tells you both that you’re not long for the world.

The air bites at your skin as you fall. He watches in horror as he realises what he’s done. What he has actually done. He’s killed you. Your eyes lock as you continue to fall. There’s no reading either of your expressions. Though he imagines you’re in shock, he is too, after all. He can’t turn away until he hears a thud, a disgusted gasp leaving him before he turns to look again. The white snow around you has been stained red, and your eyes are staring daggers up at him.

“Shit.” he speaks, pacing around as he tries to contemplate what to do.

For the first time in his life, he thinks he might actually be experiencing regret. His knees buckle, just as yours had after he assaulted you. His eyes fill with tears as he crawls on his hands and knees to peer over the edge and see your lifeless body staring back at him. He covers his mouth with a hand as he tries to keep it together.

You’d spoken with so much conviction and certainty. And now Satoru Gojo is experiencing… remorse? For the first time in his fucking life. Could you have been right about haunting him? Is this your doing?

“Have you found her?” Nanami asks, emerging from behind.

“Her footprints disappeared, she’s smarter than we’ve given her credit for.” Toji announces.

They both look confused as Gojo can’t pull himself away from the edge of the cliff. All they see is a pathetic, snivelling man on all fours. A sight neither of them had ever expected to see before. Toji’s brows furrow, and Nanami’s eyes widen as he realises what’s going on in record time.

“Try to stay calm.” he puts his arm across Toji’s chest, doing what he can to calm the situation before things get out of hand. But Toji is confused, he doesn’t understand why Nanami said something so random. He is calm. But they need to find you before things escalate even further.

It finally hits Toji when Gojo turns to look at them. Cheeks sparkling with tears in the winter moonlight.

“I f-found her like this.” he lies, effortlessly.

“No, no no…” Toji panics and hurries to look over the edge with Gojo. “FUCK!” he bellows as he witnesses the same sight Gojo had been staring at for quite some time. Nanami joins the two of them, standing on the other side of Toji as all three men look down at you with nothing but contempt.

“It’s regrettable, but I doubt anyone will find her out here. It seems we’re in the clear.” Nanami tells them, cool and collected as always.

Toji can’t stop himself from crying, his lip quivering as he stares down at you. He can’t feel the sting of the freezing wind and nothing else is happening between him and the woman he genuinely fell in love with, in a bloody puddle beneath him.

“I didn’t do it…” Gojo sniffles. It’s the only thing that can break Toji out of his trance as he starts to see red other than the blood surrounding your body.

“Is that what you think?” he mutters, his lips in a tight line as he feels more tears spill over and down his cheeks as he carries on staring at you. “You think you didn’t cause this?”

“She must have slipped while she was running.” Gojo lies, again, it comes too easy to him and Toji can see right through his crocodile tears. He kicks him to the ground so he’s flat on his back, and he can’t stop himself from delivering a multitude of brutal, heavy-handed punches directly into his face.

“You think this isn’t your fucking fault?!” he yells as he continues. He warns Nanami to back off when he tries to separate them again. “I should fucking kill you, you think she’d be running for her life out here if not for you? You think she’d be dead if you hadn’t—” he can’t even say it, covering his sorrow with more anger as he beats Gojo to a bloody pulp.

“You made your point.” Nanami interjects, consequences be damned. “The last thing we need is another dead body out here. We need to get back and figure out what we’re going to do about this.” he speaks, managing to tear Toji away from Gojo.

“Fuck sake, fine.” Toji grunts, walking ahead of them both. Nanami helps Gojo to his feet and helps him walk back to the house.

You’re so still. So statuesque as their voices fade from being clear to quiet mumbles. And then finally to nothing. But you don’t move, you just continue to lie still, soon to be a memory to all who knew you.

The atmosphere in the cabin is damn near disgusting. Nobody has spoken a word in hours, and the black sky is starting to fade. Toji can’t tear his gaze from the crackling fire while Gojo continuously dabs tissue on his gushing wounds and bleeding nose.

“I fucking loved her.” Toji grimaces, not sure if he’s talking to himself or letting Gojo know what he’s taken from him. “I don’t really give a shit what you thought of her or us… I know how I feel, and I loved her.” he finishes, wiping a lone tear from his eye as he tries to wrap his head around the fact that he brought you here and you’ve been murdered for it.

“Please try not to kill each other.” Nanami orders the two of them as he takes his cup of coffee and a cigarette outside. The two men watch him go before their eyes return to the aggressive flames in the fireplace.

“Sure you did.”

“Don’t push me, Satoru, or I’m gonna turn your face inside out.” he warns him.

“Whatever. It’s done now, she’s gone. What’s happened, has happened. We need to think about what we do next.” he tries to reason with him. “We’re going to have to pretend everything is fine and normal. We’re going to have to make sure nobody knows this ever happened.”

“I’ve got her phone so I can cover things for a while… and her car keys are—” he thinks for a moment as he tries to recall the last place he saw them. He checks inside the bowl at the entrance only to discover they’re not there. “They must be in our room.” he runs upstairs to check. The reality of how much covering up they’re going to have to do hits him as he sees your luggage littered around the room. But he tries to focus on searching for the keys. “Shit.” he speaks quietly as it dawns on him that you’ve taken them. He leaves the room, spotting Gojo at the bottom of the stairs.

“Well?”

“She must have taken them.” he alerts him. “She must have been planning on going for the car but ran the wrong way.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah, shit. We’ve got to burn her stuff and figure out a way to dump the fucking car.” Toji speaks, visibly getting agitated again. “You’ve fucked us.” he yells at Gojo.

“This is not my fault! It was you who—”

Again.

Another splash in the pool.

You watch on in horror as Nanami’s lifeless body falls into the pool. That beautiful aqua colour becoming stained with red. But you don’t have time to watch this. You don’t have time to stand around and watch a dead man drown. You drop the heavy log you found on your way back to the cabin, the edge stained with Nanami’s blood. You knew it would kill him. You knew you’d become a murderer the second you picked it up no matter who you struck with it. He hadn’t bothered to save you when he could have. He decided to be ignorant, and he had no qualms in leaving you for dead back there.

Why would you grant him anything but the same?

You flee before you can be spotted, getting your car keys from your pocket, and hurrying inside. Once Gojo and Toji see Nanami’s body gushing blood in the pool, they know what’s happening. As they rush outside, they both spot you behind the wheel of your car, headlights beaming as you prepare to pull away. Toji rushes over to slam on the hood, begging you to get out so you can talk. You shake your head, barely able to look at him. Your eyes are more focused on Satoru Gojo.

He’s horrified.

You’d think he’d just seen an honest to God ghost before his very eyes.

And you will fucking haunt him.

You flip them both off before reversing as fast as you can and driving away.

Toji drops to his knees, he thinks he might be having a panic attack. He has emotional whiplash from everything that’s just unfolded. He was convinced you were dead, everybody was. And now… Nanami is gone.

“This isn’t over. She’s not going to let this go.” Toji practically heaves as he explains through panicked breaths.

“She’s really going to haunt me.”

“Yeah, we need to count our fucking days.” Toji continues. “You’ve fucked us.”

“I’m sorry.” Gojo answers.

“What good is sorry now, Gojo? We’re dead men walking.”

You drove, you don’t know how long for. So long that you thought you might crash if you had to keep your eyes open any longer. For some reason, you thought you’d been driving home. To the safety of your father and brothers. The security of your home and the money your father would ultimately use to guarantee justice for what you’ve been through and shield you from you suffering the consequences of what you did to Nanami.

But you’re not home. You’re parking at a house that you recognise, though. Your legs are moving on auto pilot as you get out of the car, not even bothering to close the door behind you as you approach the front door.

You don’t even know what time it is, so you can’t find it in you to care as you press the doorbell and begin to pound on the door repeatedly. There’s not a word you can say, not a single thing to speak of as you continue what you’re doing and wait for somebody to answer.

“I’m coming! Do you know what time it is?” you hear from inside as the stairs creak beneath their feet. “What is it?” she asks as the door opens.

“Nobara…” you manage to speak, your voice absolutely shredded to pieces. “Do you have a cigarette?” you ask before collapsing into her arms.

“Oh my God… Oh fuck, hey, hey hey. Don’t die on me!” she begins to cry as she tries to lower you carefully to the ground and hold you in her arms. “Maki! MAKI! CALL AN AMBULANCE!” she screams before turning to look at you again. Your eyes begin to flutter, and you can’t keep them open anymore.

“I love you…” you whisper, before fully closing them.

“Please don’t die!” she sobs, cradling your body close to hers. “I love you too, dummy. Hear me? I love you so much… so please don’t die.”

© 2023 fuwushiguro

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[dark-konohagakure2]

Pain punishing a disobedient member by making her a free use slave for the whole Akatsuki

tw: noncon, abuse of power, free use, gangbang, bondage, threats, biting, forced eye contact, abuse, size difference, monster cocks, double penetration, anal, bloodplay, degradation, photography, mommy kink, facesitting

All characters depicted are 18+

Pain isn't as domineering of a leader as people would think, despite being the head of a terrorist group, he allows his members to have a certain degree of freedom with how they pursue the organizations shared goals, but if there's one thing Pain won't allow, it's disobedience.

When a younger female member of the Akatsuki begins to show the telltale signs of a disobedience streak, Pain will snuff out the issue before it even arises, deciding to put the would-be dissenter to work, and what better work for a disobedient brat than long and hard labor?

Pain can easily overpower her even without using his Rinnegan, chaining her up with her arms above her head and her legs spread, all of her holes exposed to whoever would walk into the common room of the Akatsuki lair.

Pain is very blunt about his intentions, telling her all about how he's going to have her own comrades fuck the disobedience out of her, that's the small price that traitors to the Akatsuki have to pay after all.

"Now you're going to learn how to be a good girl. I'm leaving you here for our comrades to use as they see fit. Maybe this will teach you the importance of teamwork and obedience."

Deidara goes first, and being the youngest he has the most stamina, not to mention his sadistic streak. He'll threaten to blow her to smithereens with his art, and he'll use the mouths on his hands to bite when lick her all over. Sasori goes next, and he's just unnerving, showing no emotion and staring at her with unblinking eyes, his puppet body feeling very uncomfortable inside of her as he roughly penetrates her with it.

Itachi is almost as unnerving as Sasori, just without the cold wooden body. He stares too, but with his Sharingan active the entire time he's fucking her, he's oddly insistent on making eye contact the entire time, grabbing her face and even slapping her if she looks away from his intense gaze. Kisame is a very big and tall man, living up to his reputation as a complete monster. He practically smothers the poor girl with his large frame when he pounds both of his cocks into her, shoving one member into each of her holes and leaving her covered in bloody bite marks by the time he's done.

Hidan is unsurprisingly the worst of them all in terms of the amount of physical pain he'll inflict, he'll fuck her so hard that she bleeds while calling her every name in the book, laughing in her face whenever she cries and begs. Kakuzu is no where near as obnoxious as Hidan, but he's just as cruel, forcing his threads into her mouth to shut her up while he plows into her, taking photos of her helpless form on his camera so he can sell them to seedy old perverts later.

Konan isn't as cruel as the men, but she's just as domineering as them, sharply slapping the girl's pussy and telling her to be a good girl for mommy as she sits on the girl's helpless face. Tobi is surprisingly the scariest of them all, the usually childish man is now speaking in a terrifying and deep voice, acting the complete opposite of his usual self as he pounds into her roughly and without a hint of his usual goofiness.

Once the day is done and her sentence is served, Pain will come to unbind her, her body covered in cum, tears, and blood. Pain won't feel any remorse, only showing satisfaction at the fact that his unruly bitch is how housebroken.

"Have you learned your lesson? It certainly looks like you have. Now, let's go to my quarters, I'll give you your final lesson in obeying your leader."

He'll then take her to his room to have his own way with the defenseless Akatsuki member, he's her leader after all, her God, so it's only fair that he fucks her last, to truly assert his dominance and ownership over her used up body.

#naruto #naruto shippuden #boruto #naruto smut #naruto x reader #akatsuki #akatsuki smut #akatsuki x reader #pain #pain naruto #pain x reader #pain smut #sasori #sasori x reader #deidara #deidara x reader #itachi #itachi x reader #kisame #kisame x reader #hidan #hidan x reader #kakuzu #kakuzu x reader #konan #konan x reader #tobi #tobi x reader #obito

[wannab-urs]

The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 22

Good lord y'all I am never doing a 2 week edition of the Spreadsheet ever again this is actually insane. Like this is the longest post I have ever made. There's like 35 fics on here :)

Anyway as always you can find the spreadsheet here and the masterlist of my recs (that is currently unupdated lol oops) here.

Recs below the Pedro!

Joel

Mothman Fever a one shot by @beskarandblasters

You meet a really hot guy at the Mothman Festival and almost hook up with him, then you meet him again at the Mothman Stakeout except this time he's not just Joel... he's MOTHMAN!!! This fic is so good. It's funny and hot and amazing. Lil element of sex pollen in there and ya know, my favorite, monsterfucking. Also the shirts reader wears had me hollerin'.

Deliver Me From Nowhere a series by @atinylittlepain

Joel got his sheep ranch in a sleepy Colorado town and decided to slow his life down finally. Delores comes speeding into it, literally, in desperate need of help. As of right now there's a prologue and chapter one out, but I've got a little insight into the full story, and just trust me. This fic is worth your time. It's soft, gentle, and sweet, but do not forget that Joel Miller is capable of so much violence. And he's a protector, a caretaker. I love the way the town feels like a character and the way Joel can't help but help her, and AGH. This fic, man.

No closer could I be to god a one shot by @proxima-writes

Okay so this is set in Jackson... you're the town preacher's wife and you are hooking up with Joel Miller. This fic is super hot. I fucking love infidelity fics and I love when there's a lil blaspemy and sacrilege in a fic and this is just such a good fucking example of that. And the ending is so good.

Guard Dog a one shot by @romana-after-dark

TW Dub con, but it's Joel not reader. Raider!Joel fucks with the wrong girl. Reader fucks Joel at gun point and like there's a gun blow job in there and he's so submissive and he's also obviously pretty into it? And then he's obviously very into it. This is was so unreasonably hot. Just like... oh my god? Joel on his knees and whimpering and begging to cum? Good dog…

Jizz Fingers a Joel (and others) series by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

This is probably my favorite crackfic ever. A splorgimum (alien boy) from another planet can shape shift into anything you want and has various other special space boi powers that make hooking up with him a really good time. This so funny, like you will probably cackle out loud and have to find a way to explain what you're laughing at, but ummmm it's also pretty hot. And I refuse to be ashamed of wanting to fuck amorphous blob boy turned HBO Joel Miller. I mean have you seen what those Jizz Fingers can do?

Not so tough now, is she a one shot by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Your cute lil raider group gets taken over by Joel's much scarier one. He needs to show your group that you are no longer in charge, and he chooses to ruin any authority you could possibly have by fucking you in front of them. TW NONCON. This is depraved and hot and terrifying. I loved the different ways the men in the group reacted too, from boldly participating to obvious disgust. Really shines a light on the spectrum of human depravity oof.

Oblivion a one shot by @thesummerpetrichor

Your boyfriend's dad is a sweet older man who you go visit sometimes, bake him things, talk about photography... Your boyfriend cheats on you. So you cheat back and let the guy take pictures. He sends those pictures to your boyfriend's dad... and suddenly sweet old man Mr. Miller is not so sweet anymore. TW Dub con, you totally wanted Joel but this is not how you wanted him. This is really hot and a little scary and just FUCK Yes. This is so fucking good

Pillow Queen a one shot by @beskarandblasters

You watch a porn video while Joel is sleeping beside you. He wakes up while you’re watching it. You tell him you want to try that position and he calls you a pillow queen. You prove him wrong. One thing I love more than almost anything else is proving a man wrong lmao. This is so fucking hot it's unreal. That got rode within an inch of his life lmao

All I did was what I had to do a series by @corazondebeskar-reads

I'm not 100% sure why I read this because if someone pissed even in my general direction in real life I'd literally cut their dick off and feed it to them... anyway that is not how I feel about it in fic apparently. Your raider!Joel's little pet or whatever and a new recruit thinks he can make a pass at you. Joel pisses in your mouth right in front of him and then shoots the fucker in the dick. Then he makes it up to you with some overstimulation :)

truth or dare a one shot by @joelscruff

Mean scary neighbor Joel, fuck yes!!! Your friends dare you to "see how far you can get" with your neighbor Joel during a game of truth or dare. You go over there and end up locked in his garage. There's elements of TW DUBCON here, but also he does give you a brief opportunity to leave. This is brutal. He's rough and a little gross about it and it is so hoooottttttttt!!!! And then there's this bit with a flashlight.... anyway I also would ditch these friends since you literally disappear for god knows how long and they don't even bat an eyelash like???

Something wretched about this a series by @covetyou

This is gonna be a series, but so far I've only seen chapter one,,,, Wherein Joel is a drug dealer and you need pain meds for your dad who is very ill. He can't work so you don't have ration cards, but you need ration cards to buy pain meds so he can work to get ration cards. Viscious cycle. Thankfully, Joel is accepting other methods of payment. The main kink in this one is pussy spanking and is so delicious oh my god. Reader is shocked by how much she likes it, honestly I think Joel is shocked by how much she likes it.

Joel + Veracruz

A Lesson in Blackmailing a one shot by @gasolinerainbowpuddles  

No reader in this one! Just Joel domming comandante Veracruz and Veracruz liking it way more than he probably should. Joel is so fucking mean and Veracruz is a brat but he ends up just being a pathetic mess jacking himself off in an alley and I love every second of this.

Dave

Notes on Tutoring a series by @honestly-shite

Dave is your new music tutor and you are down real bad for him even though he's a major fucking asshole. You end up fucking him and then a lot of shit goes down and literally any other summary I can think of is full of spoilers. But this fic, y'all. Oh my god. The way Dave is characterized is so frustrating and so so good. It's perfect. Every detail that is slowly revealed about him is so perfect. The instrument(s) he plays, the music he likes, his background, where he's from, what went down before you met, all of it, is so perfect. The ending may possibly make you mad? But I liked it. I thought it made perfect sense for these two characters.

The Princess and the Duke a series by @theywhowriteandknowthings

Originally just Murder Daddy Kinktober Day 3 prompt "Daddy please" and then followed up with Kintober Day 4 prompt "Risk of getting caught," this is now a series so I'm reccing it as such. And FUCK it is hot. Dave is very much still Murder Daddy but he's so soft and sweet for reader... I mean he's still a scary and dominate motherfucker, but it's hot and the fucking tenderness and vulnerability he shows with reader has me fucking reeling dude.

Din

Taungsdays, am I right? a one shot by @theywhowriteandknowthings

You and Din get attacked by some sort of horny tentacle monster alien thing and it gives you both the fuck of your life, basically. The horny tentacle monster basically wants to fuck you both but also wants to you and Din to fuck. If you like tentacles and/or sex pollen and a lil m!receiving assplay, this fic is so for you. Also even though you didn't exactly consent to getting railed by a tentacle monster, you and Din love each other and are pretty sexually adventurous so it's a good time for everyone involved lol.

Bleed for me a series by @saradika

Din is the mand'alor and a vampire and you are his chosen one, the one he will keep to feed and fuck and whatever else... but you have a secret reason for even volunteering to be chosen in the first place... I'm obsessed with the world building, with the suspense, with the characterization. I'm in love with this fic UGH. It's so fucking good. Din is so hot and scary and perfect in every way. Reader is such a badass too like... girl that is a terrifying situation you have put yourself in. The plot twist is everything. I love thissss

A Place of Safety a series by The_InvisibleWoman (AO3)

Okay so you're a bounty and Din picks you up and he goes to take you in, actually does take you in, but something is just fucking off about the whole thing. And then there's a lil grogu situation, reclaiming the bounty and all that. He decides to try to find her somewhere safe to live and in the process he falls for you and you fall for him and it is so fucking sweet and beautiful and perfect and I love it so much. There are currently 34 chapters and it's ongoing and I am ravenous for this fic fr.

Whispers in the Dark a series by @kewwrites

TW NONCON!!! This is the darkest Din fic I've ever read. It's fucked up on so many levels, man. Read the warnings and be fucking careful because it's got probably 99% of all the triggers possible. Kew, baby, are you okay? That being said, I loved it. It didn't feel like it was glorifying Din's behavior or justifying it or anything. It was just a beautiful and painful representation of what a broken man is capable of and what it can mean for a person to be wrapped up in that with him. If you can handle it, you should read it. This one will stick with you

Frankie

A Fond Farewell a series by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Angela has written something so beautiful and so painful. It's real, raw, and it fucking hurts. If you're looking for angst this is the fic for you lol. I really loved Frankie in this. I also really really adored Santi's character. This fic is gorgeous. It's one of those things where shit keeps getting in the way of something that should be easy and it makes you want to scream and cry and throw shit. It's also largely based on real events, which just makes it hurt a little more because Ang is my soul mate :')

Slumber a one shot by @write-and-buried

A filthy, lovely, consensual somno fic with a bit of squirting. Frankie is feral and he is so hot in this oh my god. I loved every single second of this fic. Frankie is so in love with you it's adorable and maybe a little gross. Which is just very Frankie. I've read this three times in 2 weeks.

Frankie + Tommy

Group Therapy a one shot by @beskarandblasters

we're pretending therapists don't have a code of ethics because holy shit this is hot. Frankie goes to therapy for his trauma and meets Tommy Miller (who says he looks just like his brother Joel). Frankie and Tommy both have their eyes set on one of the group's therapists. They ask you to go for a drink at the American Legion next door and it's not long at all before you've found a back room and then you fuck them both... Frankie is so soft and adorable through almost the whole thing and then he's fucking you and goes feral and it is so hot dude

Javi P

Drenched a one shot by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Me and Ang had some brainrot about Javi P wherein we discussed the fact that we would let this man do things we have never let any man do before. This resulted in a beautifully wet fic where you get covered in spit and cum. And it is so hot.

Carmen: Darlin' Darlin' a series by @thesummerpetrichor

You're the ambassador's daughter and you get dragged to this weekend get away thing for the DEA and Javier Peña is there. What follows is flirting and teasing and getting fucked in public and it is amazing. I love the reader character so much. Fiesty little mean ass bitch that she is, she's just like me. This whole thing reeks of daddy issues, and again I say, she's just like me. This fic is so hot.

Video Games a one shot by @thesummerpetrichor

Yes, I did in fact read the whole masterlist, don't look at me. DADS BEST FRIEND JAVI P???? I have never read a dbf!javi, I'm pretty sure. This is so angsty and hot and perfect. The way they dance around each other for literal years (yeah I'm pretty sure that's grooming, but I don't think it was intentional... moving on) and then finally they just crash together and it is so hot. The way he talks you through it and he's so tender and soft and perfect fuck. It's like the Javi from those scenes with Helena or Elisa where that asshole exterior is gone and that overwhelming tenderness you know he has in him comes out and just UGH. Perfection.

Off to the races a one shot by @thesummerpetrichor

I told you. The whole masterlist. Anyway. In this one, you're a sociology student doing research at the embassy and you're relegated to the DEA offices where you go about making Javier's life a living hell. Eventually he caves and fucks you over his desk. And then it becomes a whole toxic thing that is just so perfectly Javi and I love it so much and also the smut is ungodly hot.

Murder Daddy Kinktober Day 5: Who Does This Belong To? a one shot by @theywhowriteandknowthings

dude... Javi kissed another girl and you want to remind him who he belongs to so you tie him up, get him all worked up, make him confess his sins, and then untie him and leave the apartment, where he is left to pathetically jack himself off and be ashamed of himself. FUCK this is so hot. I love bratty whimpering pathetic Javi.

Dieter

Candy a one shot by @secretelephanttattoo

Dieter takes you to a closed down carnival and you suck his dick in the house of mirrors and it is delicious. I'd like to go on random adventures with Dieter... *sigh*

Crumbs, sloppy seconds, and backwash a one shot by @chloeangelic

Dieter is not so great at the whole monogamy thing, and you know this. You're actually into this, which means you've gotten yourself into a toxic cycle of encouraging the behavior and then regretting it. I love how desperately they need each other and how much you can tell they care for each other. I really fucking love the ending. I love how it’s a bit toxic, but there’s little hints in there that Dieter is trying to be what she wants. AHHH I can't believe this is her first Dieter. 

Unwind a one shot by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

You have a terrible day and you start your period and it's just awful. Dieter takes care of you and it is the sweetest most lovely thing. So fluffy and perfect and wonderful ughhhh I love him so much.

Ghost in the sheets a one shot by @proxima-writes

As a lover of shitty paranormal investigation shows, this was fucking incredible. Dieter is such an annoying little shit in his somehow endearing way and I love him. I loved all the ghosty bits and the flirting and the bickering and AGH. I don't think I'd be down to fuck in a haunted attic irl, but maybe Dieter could convince me lol.

Max Phillips

Lust for a vampire a one shot by @idolatrybarbie

You're a bartender at a vampire themed strip club and after your shift the whole vampire thing gets a little too real. Max is so hot and he fucking turns you and it's so good FUCK. I love the freakiness of the location he takes you to also, really adds to the vibe.

A Real Challenge a one shot by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Oh my god? Max making you wear a plug to work and then making you push it out and then fucking you in a conference room and then making you fucking leave the office in a very embarrassing way that I won't spoil. I'm panting.

Oberyn AND Max Phillips

a court of fangs and foxgloves a one shot by @psychedelic-ink

Oberyn is the lord of a vampire court and you were turned in order to serve him, but you left, uncomfortable with the bond formed when a vampire lord turns you. You regret this decision and come crawling back and Oberyn makes your life hell about it. He isn't exactly ready to forgive you, but instead of killing you for being an insolent little shit he fucks you and his other little pet Max about it. Well actually he fucks Max and Max fucks you... semantics. This is hot.

Maxwell Lord

Working Overtime a oneshot by @gasolinerainbowpuddles 

Dismantling internalized homophobia one rim job at a time! Maxwell doesn't think he'll like getting his lil ass ate out but oh boy is he wrong. And his jizz covered desk is pretty clear evidence of that.

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I'm not even gonna rec my own fics because this is unreasonably long lmao.

#fic recs #the spreadsheet digest #fanfiction recommendations #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro fics #pedro pascal character fanfiction

[iwaasfairy]

siscon isagi 😵‍💫😵‍💫

SiSCON ISAGI! Say it loUDer for people in the back!!!! Isagi is the type of big brother you don’t pay no mind about him teasing you and hugging and kissing until you have a boyfriend and he’s just unreasonably short and mean to him. He wasn’t gonna be overbearing and all, but what do you think you’re doing??

tw incest, choking, blackmail, noncon

contains isagi yoichi x fem!reader

The door shuts with a quiet click. Push it for good measure, take a breath, let it out. It's the sliver of quiet. Before you whirl around and stomp down to the living room, and glare under your eyebrows as Yoichi plops himself back down into the couch. When you don’t get a response, you kick his shin and he grimaces. “What’s your deal?!”

“What’s my deal,” you repeat, voice already shooting up too high, “really?!” You resist the urge to put your hands on your hips, lest he comment on it, and allow yourself to imagine pummeling his stupid arms blue for being the way he is. "What's your deal with my boyfriend?!"

"Pff," the noiret dares to roll his eyes, as if it didn't mean anything when he basically shoulder tapped him every time walking by, like some moronic dick measuring contest. How he cut off every other sentence with a short comment and a sneer. You know your brother, and you know he knows better. Should know better, at least. "Oh, spare me. If you didn't want me to give my honest thoughts, you shouldn't have brought him home."

"My boyfriend is-"

"Your 'boy friend' is a dick. He's an arrogant pretty boy, and can't keep his fucking hands to himself. Mom thinks so too! He's a joke." His eyes are strangely distant. You barely recognize the person sitting in front of you when he glares. "I'm not gonna fight you on it."

"You don't know that, niichan!"

"I do fucking know. Better than you do, apparently. How dense are you?" He then puts on a mockingly high pitched voice, swinging his hands like a schoolgirl. "'Kei kun, come here. Kei kun, show mom how good you are at photography. Kei kun, come kiss me again.' It's ridiculous."

Your well-spoken, quiet mother blanks from her uncomfortable seat at the dinner table to give you a stunned look, and you can't help but take steps closer until you can jam your finger into his forehead and grit your teeth. You know better too, than to poke until your brother retaliates. Because you were always more fiery than he was, but his quiet, calculated nature isn't any less hard-headed.

"I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, but you don't have some moronic territory claim on our house. And you don't have some stupid say on who I see either. And you don't have to like him. Because he's my boyfriend." Your mom only starts cleaning off the table when you both don't make any sign of slowing down. "Mom?" you beg though, as your brother wraps his hand around your wrist to tug hard and move you back a few steps.

Ever since getting his growth spurt, there's a glint in his eyes that- scares you, sometimes. Like he'd gladly burn you down to the ground. You used to get away with anything— but lately, you're not so sure.

"Yo-chan, please-" your mom tries, and is promptly cut off by the way he gets up and goes to stand almost forehead to forehead with you, azure blues hard and narrowed.

"Do it again. I dare you," he mumbles, jaw tight, as the air between you two becomes thick enough to cut it with a knife. You try to pull your hand back, but he resists with too much ease. "If you wanna have the fight, we'll have the fucking fight." You are dragged behind him before you can even say anything back, and your mom puts aside the plates to glance between the two of you. She calls his name again, but he only pauses for a second.

"I - I just want talk this out. I'll be- civil." When you get down the hall and to is room, most of your heat has now seeped out of your body, suddenly aware that if you really pissed him off, neither you or your mother would be able to do anything. And you aren't scared of him, you're really not, but— fighting sounds a lot less appealing when it's just you and him in a closed room.

"Yo niichan—" He slams you up against the door before you can get another word out, trapped between his taller, stronger body, and the door. And his long fingers are a little too comfortable wrapping around your throat and squeezing just enough to make your eyes widen and the pressure to itch your lungs.

He has a ghost of a smile on his lips as he forces his solid thigh between your legs, and gets too close to your face. "Don't start again. I want you to listen." His eyes flutter for a second, before he dips his head. And warm lips find yours and push and push until you can't get him away from you. He pulls back with a little puff, and licks his lips. "That guy is an ass. And not for you. I know, because I've seen how much he asks you for pictures."

Your hands are fisted into his sweater by his shoulders, like stone, in pure shock as you stare into his eyes and he does it again— kisses you again. You grab his face to push away with more purpose this time, but he doesn't move an inch before he turns you around and pushes you back to the door instead, and crowds against your back.

"And if you don't want everyone to see them," the way he pushes himself against you is all too much crotch and - hardening cock- as he brushes his lips along the shell of your ear, "you'll listen to your big brother."

#this isn't my best #i can do better #yOichI im sorry i'll do you right next time #🍯honey.pot #tw.incest #tw.noncon #bllk.txt #bllk smut

[melon-cream-enmu]

Girls on Film

Tw noncon, noncon filming, uncomfortable coerced photoshoot, coerced nude photoshoot, kidnapping?? Afab fem. Plus size reader Sequel to this. Enmu smut

Well, 7 months and a blog move later, this is finally done orz forgive me for being so low on content.

Keys rattle, a knob twists, hinges creak. You’re slowly urged forward and the moment your shoe touches that entryway mat, you know your fate is sealed. Enmu steps in behind you, locks the door, and places his hands on your arms. As you glance around you, he leans in and speaks in your ear.

“I have so much I want do with you~”

There’s train motifs, memorabilia, decor, and photos every where. But along with that, are photos of people. On the table, some tacked to the wall. All kinds, but always from an angle that makes it obvious the subject wasn’t aware someone was watching them. This man was more of a creep than you thought, and in such a simple way compared to what you endured just a while ago. He takes your hand in his warm clammy one, and after toeing off his shoes and you following, he takes you further into his abode. The trains continue but quickly shift to just photos, stretching endlessly it seemed, until he stops in front of a room. Your eyes widen as he opens the door.

It’s a photography studio. Expensive equipment is glaringly obvious. You want to ask yourself why he brought you here, but as his fingers toy nervously with the hem of your shirt, you understand why.

“I want to photograph you. I have costumes and props and everything. Oh, you’d look so perfect.” He moans, quickly moving his hand up your shirt to feel your skin. When you flinch and step away he doesn’t seem fazed, continuing on his one sided conversation. “You’ll have to get undressed, I have outfits for you.”

You have no choice. You do as he says, shakily stripping off your clothes and putting on the outfit he’d handed you. A maid costume, complete with headband and socks. At least you were fully clothed. He walks you to the backdrop set in the room and moves you into a pose. You watch how he handles his camera, gentle, precise…it scares you. Enmu takes several pictures of you before telling you to try another pose. You don’t know what to do, and you bring your hands to your chest as you breathe heavy and panic. Your look of fear must be good enough for him, as he proceeds to take more.

Then a nurses outfit, tight and obviously meant to be a seductive costume despite still being sufficiently covered. He bores of it quickly, moving on to the next. He pulls out a short hospital gown and you feel yourself freeze up. He helps you to stand, and begins slowly pulling down the costume coat from your shoulders. Then reaches around and undoes the buttons on your front, palms brushing your breast so lightly you wouldn’t be sure he did it if you weren’t watching his hands. His breath on your neck is a terrifying chill while he brings the gown to your front, guiding your arms though, and tying it loosely in the back. Featherlight touches skate down your arms as he backs away.

“Ok, lay down.” You do as you’re told, laying on the carpet of the backdrop. “Now bring your hand to your eyes, like you just woke up and are rubbing them.” You do as you’re told, following his instructions, even when he tells you to sit up and he unties the gown and tells you to let it fall. You sit and hold it you your chest as it slides off your shoulders and all you can do is look at him and plead with your eyes for him to stop. But he doesn’t. Enmu just keeps ushering you to let it fall. And when he stops taking photos and looks at you confused, you have to give in. You don’t know this man, or what could anger him and what his anger might mean for you. So with trembling hands, you let go of the gown. The shutter of the camera grows deafening as you cry, forcing your mind to focus on anything but him.

His touch on your face startles you. He wipes your tears gently and admires your surprised face, before leaning in and kissing you. It’s eager and inexperienced, he wants desperately to feel your tongue on his but he’ll settle for breathing in your worried gasps. The feeling of your hands on his chest as you weakly push him away makes him pull back. He doesn’t need to go too far right now, you two have all the time in the world. He thinks for a moment before asking you to stand. “C’mere, I’m gonna set something up.” Despite them being clammy, his hands are gentle as he takes you and guides you to sit nearby. When you sit he takes off his jacket and sets it aside. He leaves the room and after several minutes you look at his jacket, there’s something poking out of one of the pockets. Your curiosity gets the best of you and you tug it gently from the jackets hold.

It’s a piece of instant film, the back side facing you. You turn it slowly and see…you.

You, sleeping on the train, back to the window and head leaning on the seat. Your skirt is hiked up, exposing your panties. There’s more film on the table and on his lap that you can see. You begin to cry again. Not only did he have the professional camera and the smaller one that you’d seen on the train, he had an instant film camera on him. How many photos of you does he have now? Hundreds? You shove it back in the jacket, not wanting to see it anymore.

A small wait later he walks in with something big in his hands. It’s wrapped, long and sagging slightly off his arms. His back is to you as he sets it up, blocking your view of…whatever it is. He sits still, messing with things periodically, humming in thought. When he finally has everything set he stands and beckons you over. Enmu moves aside, reaching to you and guiding you forward with his hand on your back before he steps behind you. His hands come to your sides, tracing your curves, slowly creeping to your front and upwards. His chin rests on your shoulder. There’s a model train sitting on the backdrop where you had been. It’s posed facing towards where enmu stood to photograph you. You can feel his chest as he giggles, fingers grazing your nipples and groping your chest with shaky hands. “Pretty, isn’t it?” He’s pulling your nipples now, and you just want him to stop, so you nod quickly. He hums and cups your chest one last time before walking around you.

Your mind is foggy as he takes your hand and maneuvers you where he wants you. You do as he tells you, though you begin to shake. The metal of the train is cold as he has you straddle it, thighs twitching on either side as your skin would brush it. He smooths your hair this way and that, smiling when he deems it perfect.

And just like that, the shutter sounds and camera flashes begin again. As he goes about it, he begins to move closer, taking pics closer and closer to you. It feels like forever before the sound stops. He’s looking at you, face so close your noses could touch. He’s on his knees, straddling the train just as you are, with an arm stretched to the floor behind you to keep himself up. He’s staring into your eyes like you’re the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen. He doesn’t look away, even as his hand pets and gropes it’s way slowly up your thigh. You shiver the further he goes, muscles twitching as he caresses the marks of your thighs, the rolls of your stomach and sides, up to your breast.

He’s gentle and unnerving as he touches your chest, feeling the weight and enjoying your warmth. His finger presses your nipple, pushing it against your skin before letting up. He watches closely as you try to hold in your sounds, and try not to look at him. His eyes are on your lips, and when you start panting and whimpering he presses his way in. His tongue is hot, stronger than yours that feels heavy and thick, pushing around and feeling it’s way. His hand leaves your breast, traveling down your body to your heat, fingertips brushing hair with a tremor. He’s inexperienced as his fingers part your lips, nudging your clit that has you jolting. He feels cold, and to him you feel so wonderfully warm, as a finger gently presses against your hole.

It happens too fast. You’re too wet, too quickly, and his fingers pet your walls perfectly. Pumping at an uneven pace that seems to be exactly what your body wants. He’s moaning into your mouth as you kiss messily. You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening. You don’t want to, you really don’t want to give him the satisfaction of making you cum, but as his other hand snakes up your body and comes to hold the back of your head gently, you can’t stop it. His fingers move even as your walls squeeze them, pulsing spastically. As your thighs shake and your hips buck, you can feel yourself dripping down his fingers, his palm, his wrist, and landing in audible droplets on the metal model beneath you. He pulls away from your mouth slowly, and as you both breathe heavily you stare bleary eyed at the string of spit that slowly breaks the further he pulls back.

His hand had stilled inside you, and you can feel yourself flutter as his fingers leave you. More of your wetness drips in their absence, the wet ‘tink!’ of liquid on metal is deafening as your ears ring. Enmu stands after taking your hand and he guides you up gently. He kisses you again, still gentle but you can feel him trembling trying to hold his wants back. His lips leave yours and he nudges your nose with his.

“I can’t take it any longer, I need you.” As your heart stops and you begin to panic he pulls you along, out of one room and down the hall to the next. You tug at his hold on your hand as you stumble over your feet, but he only holds tighter. “I know you’re scared but it’s ok, you’ll be alright. I just need to…I’ll make you feel good.” He approaches a door, and you can guess what’s behind it.

His bedroom. It looks so…normal. A bed, obviously slept in. A small table beside it, and a desk on the other side of the room, covered im miscellaneous cameras and video devices. You also see a collapsed tripod, and various similar accessories. He brings you to the bed and quietly tells you to sit. He admires you, your face, your body, all of you, as he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off. As his hands drop to his belt you shift up further on his bed. It’s useless, you can’t get away from him, but you’re instincts try anyway. He gives you a surprised look before his face softens. He undoes the buckle on his belt before moving to his desk, where his hands work steadily and surely, turning on a video camera, grabbing a tripod, and setting them together. Enmu sets it up next to the bed facing you, turning it on and adjusting things. You try to look at anything but him but he makes that hard when he discards the last of his clothing and crawls up the bed to you. He drops his phone on the bed absentmindedly but close by.

His fingertips skim your legs and they flinch closed. A breathy giggle leaves his lips and he tilts his head slightly, watching his knuckles as he runs them along your legs. “Come on…don’t tease me…” he speaks so gently, so quietly, that you can feel tears well up in your eyes at the affectionate treatment. All you can do is open them, allow him in. You try not to look at the camera, but it’s daunting presence keeps drawing your eye. You jump when you feel his cold fingers brush your lips. He groans, a whined noise from deep in his chest, when he feels how wet you still are. You feel him part your lips, and then the press of his head on your entrance and in a moment of clarity that sends an ice cold chill down your spine you realize…there’s no protection. He never grabbed anything, you never saw him put anything on.

Your chest begins to heave as you’re confronted with memories of the train. He didn’t use any then either. Your hands push at his chest as your eyes well with tears. This isn’t safe, you aren’t safe. He bites his lip with a smile as he pushes in fast, and as you let out a sob he hooks his thumb in your mouth. He practically dives for your lips, tongue invading your mouth and meeting yours. Tears fall and wet your face as you give up. You let him do what he wants, responding to his kiss as much as you need to. You feel every vein, every twitch of his cock as he thrusts his hips to meet yours with gentle, audible slaps. His hand swipes around for his phone and when he finds it he pulls away. He’s breathing hot against your lips and you watch the string of spit that connects you break as he leans back.

He pulls your thighs atop his putting your hips at a new angle and your back arches. He brings the phone down, and it’s obvious that he’s filming. It’s pointed where your bodies connect, focused on the way his length moves in and out of you wetly and the way you take him in. You try to cover yourself, hold some sense of dignity in it all but your hands retreat to cover your face when he turns the camera to it. He returns to filming and admiring the way your pussy takes all of him, lips plump and glossy with your juices. He nudges your clit before massaging it in circles with his thumb. He can feel it as you cum, squeezing him, your gummy walls fluttering and hips shaking. He stops moving, watching as your hips move against his, searching for more, trying to please yourself using him as you cry with small hiccuped sobs. You can’t help it, you can’t stop the way your body trembles and yet wants more of him. He tosses his phone aside and leans back, holding himself up with his hands planted on the bed behind himself and starts fucking up into your cunt at a much faster pace than before.

It hits something new in you, that spot he abused so effortlessly on the train, now pummeled so intensely you’re forced to grasp anything you can to ground yourself. Your fingers clutch desperately at the pillow beneath your head and you turn in attempt to bury your face and gasps in it. You’re breathing heavily and now taking in gulps of a scent you can only assume is ‘him’.

Enmu.

It’s overwhelming. It smells good and you hate it, you want nothing more than to throw the pillow across the room and as far from you as possible, but your arms are too tense to even move. You didn’t see, but he watched you bury your face in his pillow and make those pretty sounds and he swore his heart skipped a beat while his hip’s faltered. He hadn’t been holding in his sounds but now, as he feels you squeeze him near impossibly tighter, his moans are loud. Smooth, nice on your ears, and infuriating. A hand caressing your stomach makes you whine, he squeezes the fat of your stomach and presses down on your abdomen.

Fingers splayed out over your stomach, pushing and coaxing the already tight knot in your gut even tighter, he watches as your body twitches and your mind fogs. The angle you’re in lets him roughly thrust upward into you, reaching so much deeper while giving him a perfect view of your thighs, stomach, and tits bouncing and rippling as you cry out. The muscles of his abdomen tense as he feels it building on its way to breaking, cock twitching excitedly. He sees your eyes, tearful and upset, but your watching him. You’re looking at him, not anywhere else, just him. He tries to watch you but he loses himself in you, eyes closing in bliss. “Oh god…oh (y/n), fuck…” You feel bile churn your gut at the sound of your name in his voice.

“P…please, Tamio….don’t…” You have no energy to fight him, it feels like every thrust blows your strength out in breaths from your lungs, so all you can do is plead. His eyes close and he bites his lip. “I love how you say my name” He says through a moan. You know what’s coming, and all you can do is cry and cover your face with your hands. You feel your body seizing up once more, thighs clenching against his. Hearing you cry for him and look so defeated with glassy eyes peaking up at him, he throws his head back. The sound that leaves him has you shivering. And then you feel it. His thighs trembling, his hand shaking as it rests on your stomach, and his cum flooding you. The feeling causes your body to finally give in one last time, juices spraying his abdomen.

You can practically feel it invade your deepest parts, spurt it’s way past your cervix that his tip kisses so completely, feel it soak into your skin. He strokes your stomach as he breathes heavy, coming down from his high, pulling out and letting the last of it paint your mound and stomach. He lets himself lean over you and cage you in with his hands planted beside your head, and smiles down at you, gazing at your glassy eyes, your wet lashes and cheeks, and your bitten plump lips that quiver with every hiccuped breath. His fingertips brush your arm as he trails it to your hand, taking it in his to kiss, an action to which you pout. Then he leans in and kisses you, and you’re too upset to stop your lips from trembling and it allows him the chance to brush his tongue along yours. Soft, warm, and perfect, he thinks.

He pulls away and off the bed and stands, walking to the camera and stopping the recording. He stands there and inspects it, fast forwarding, it seems, until you hear your own sounds play quietly through the small speakers. You shakily sit up and bury your face in your hands, too tired to even cry. He shuts off the camera and approaches you, running his fingers through your hair. You look up at him with as much of a glare as you muster, but to him it’s just a little pout. Cute, he thinks.

“How does a bath sound?” he asks, and just like when you left the train, you have no choice but to take his hand and follow.

#cream slayer #enmu #cream afab #enmu smut #enmu x reader #cream fem #demon slayer smut #I #am not sure how I feel about this one #but I feel like I owe you guys something new that isn’t just a repost #cream writes #cw noncon #tw noncon

[blahkugo]

I’M THIRSTING FOR UUUUUU hoe my god we r all bold nd horny on main rn pls, delinquent hawks who goes and fucks his rival touya’s gf, who walks in on them and then joins bcos it’s a porn trope ok and plot convenience xxx

i’m horny for YOU. please.

Okay okay so like let me set the mood:

Hawks and Touya are well-known delinquents at their respective schools (unis), and they’re constantly competing for the title of baddest bitch gang banger.

They graffiti each other’s school’s property with their tags, have been seen fist-fighting on multiple occasions, and generally just fucking hate each other.

Hawks is constantly one-upping Touya, getting under his skin any way he can, so when he realizes Touya’s got a girlfriend that goes to his uni? ...Phewww.

He makes it his mission to steal you from him, working around the clock to find out your schedule, your interests, anything and everything he can use to have you falling for him-- he wants you eating out of the palm of his hand.  

18+ under the cut

“Tell me who’s making you feel this good, hm?” One of Keigo’s hands grasps at your waist, pulling you taut against his cock with each snap of his hips. The other dangles his phone above you, sweeping across your half-naked form— he doesn’t want to miss a single second of this. “Is it your precious boyfriend?” His tongue is laced with mockery, fully expecting the shame that heats your cheeks.

“No, it’s y-you Keigo,” you sob, sweat soaking your bunched up skirt and the oak desk beneath you. Every thrust makes your toes curl harder, and he’s sure your ear splitting cries are being heard outside the tiny study room. 

“Say it again for the camera,” he tweaks at your nipple, eliciting a pained gasp. Your eyes shoot open as he revels in the moment he’s been waiting for: the realization that this slutty little encounter is being recorded. But instead of shame, or anger, your cunt simply clenches harder around his throbbing cock, fingernails digging into his back so deeply, he swears he can taste the blood you draw. Fucking exhibitionist. 

“Fuck, Keigo,” he loves the way you stretch his name into something sweet, seductive even. “It’s your cock, your cock makin’ me feel s-so good.” 

“Mhm, that’s a good little whore.” 

When he started trailing you, he hadn’t intended to come across such a worthy opportunity. But there you were, his rival’s girlfriend, alone and patiently waiting for the flamehead. Of course Touya would keep someone as delicious as you waiting; the bastard doesn’t know how to treat a woman. And that’s precisely why Keigo pounds into you now. Keigo’ll gladly take a punch or two if it means showing that fucker he’s better than him. 

“Kei- I’m ah- so close,” your hands fly to your mouth to muffle your moans when he hits that sweet spot inside of you. 

“Go ahead and cum for me, slut.” 

He’s already preparing for the chaos that’ll ensue once he clicks send.

#hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami #hawks #bnha smut #bnha #tag:thirst.ask #tag:hawks.thirst #tw: noncon photography #tw: exhibitionism #tw: infidelity

[ariesrondeletia]

can i req a oneshot for akaashi keiji from haikyuu with the “queen - if you’re with me. i don’t need anything else.” prompt with a female reader? thanks

I hope this is to your liking, anon. It’s a bit different than my other oneshot.

Yandere Akaashi x Reader: Queen

tw: blackmail, non consensual photography, suggestive themes

Word count: 1,273

Prompt: Queen

Your relationship with Akaashi was… unique to say the least. It seemed like he was always around, no matter what you were doing. It had caught you off guard the first couple times. It was surprising to watch him stand a few feet away, his gaze was intense and you had assumed he was just shy and had a crush on you. You invited him to sit with you and it had become routine for him to be by your side and nowadays you didn’t think anything of his presence. He didn’t have a crush, and he wasn’t shy, just quiet. When the two of you spoke, it was a mostly one sided conversation. He’d ask a question, you’d give a lengthy and descriptive answer, ask him what he thought and he’d say a word or two. You had asked if you were bothering him with your incessant talking, while he barely said anything. You remembered his reply.

“I love the way your voice sounds. I prefer our conversations to stay the way they are.” It was a simple remark, one he likely hadn’t put much thought into, but the sweetness of his words made you blush. You had grown closer to him and began to seek out the quiet boy of your own will. Although he never said anything about it, you noticed the way his gunmetal eyes lit when he caught sight of you waiting for him outside the gym for volleyball practice. You worked up the confidence to confess to him in your second year of high school. He accepted and the two of you began dating. Oh how you regretted that decision now. 

Akaashi had become twice as clingy now that you had given him the go ahead. It seemed like you were never out of his sight. His presence began suffocating you. You just wanted some time on your own, without him glued to your side. He quit the volleyball club. When you confronted him, he said it was taking up time that he could be spending with you. 

That was the breaking point. “Keiji, you can’t just get rid of everything in your life for me!” You had been trying not to cry, but it seemed impossible to stop the tears escaping from your eyes. If Akaashi was upset, he didn’t show it, casually regarding you with an unchanging expression. “That’s not the basis of a good relationship. I want to be with, but I need time to myself too. You keep trying to cut everything away but us and I need more than just a boyfriend in my life. I have friends that I need to spend time with too, and you keep trying to take me away from them. If this is how you’re going to be then maybe… we should just break up.”

He didn’t reply, merely taking note of your hurt expression. That was the end of your relationship. He stopped spending time with you, though you could see him watching you on occasion. You didn’t think anything of it at the time. 

It was two weeks later that your friends began avoiding you. No matter how hard you tried, they would ignore you. You apologized for whatever you could have done to offend them, but it didn’t help. You spent your paycheck from a part time job on gifts to interest them, but they only looked at you with a pitying expression, one that turned to fear when they looked at the space far behind you, and left. 

The loneliness you felt ate away at you and it wasn’t long before you craved any affection you got. You became clingy, following anyone who so much as complimented you. It was like you were a stray, constantly on the lookout for the tiniest bit of love. 

It was then that you spotted Akaashi getting a soda from the vending machine behind the school. His eyes traveled across your figure before turning away. The guilt you felt was awful, things could have ended better between the two of you. You told yourself that this was your chance to apologize to him. You crossed the courtyard, grass brushing against your ankles. 

“Hey,” you said. You wanted to sound nonchalant, but your voice gave away the desperation for human contact. “How have you been?” You bit your lip nervously, hoping he wouldn’t ignore you like the rest of the school. 

“Good. How are you?”

You debated lying to him, but it seemed like he could scan right through you. He’d undoubtedly know if you did and it was quite obvious how everyone treated you. “Not the greatest… it seems like everyone hates me now.”

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow, prompting you to go further. 

“Yeah, even my closest friends avoid me. I don’t know what I did… It’s awful.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, (Name). You don’t have to worry about me doing that. I’ll always be here for you.”

“Really?” The neediness was clear as you shifted towards him. He smiled, opening his arms for a hug. You dove for him, clinging to his chest.

“Of course.” 

Once you got back together, everything was good… for a while. The problems you had in the past came popping back up. Akaashi gained full control of your life. You couldn’t do anything without his permission. He even went so far as to install a tracking device on your phone. He invaded your privacy, became more touchy with you, getting himself a key to your house to come over whenever he pleased. You noticed him taking your things when he thought you weren’t looking and took photos of you even if you begged him not to. Any protests were quieted with reminders of how terribly you had been treated at school. Reminders of how he had been the only to take care of you. The breaking point was when he told you he wanted you to get married and give up any dreams that involved a career. He wanted you to stay in your shared house and never leave. 

“I can’t believe you! You want me to give up everything for you, but what about my dreams? I don’t want to just be a housewife. My life could be so much more than that.”

“You resist everything I do, love. Your fate has already been decided, what’s the point of fighting back?”

“Who gets to decide my fate? Me! It’s my life, Keiji. I get to decide my future,” you said firmly. 

“Let me convince you,” he said before grabbing his wallet. He produced a few photos, laying them out for you to see. 

The first was a picture of you asleep, pajama shirt pulled up to reveal your chest, nothing covering you but a pair of thin panties. The second was you changing, sliding down your skirt to display the soft flesh. The third was of you lying back on your bed. An expression of ecstasy on your face as your fingers buried themselves below the waistband of some tight shorts. There were more, but you couldn’t bear to look.

“Now, you don’t really want to be a pornstar, do you? Which future would you rather have, (Name)?”

“How did you get these?” Your voice trembled with every syllable as salty tears hit the film.

“Does it matter?”

“Why are you doing all of this? How could you be so cruel to me?” 

He leaned forward, taking your face in his hands. His thumb swiped away the tears. His face softened at your pathetic visage.

“Isn’t it obvious? If you’re with me, I don’t need anything else.”

#yandere #akaashi #reader #haikyuu!! #haikyu #yandere x reader #akaashi x reader #yandere akaashi x reader #haikyu x reader #yandere haikyu x reader #yandere haikyuu!! x reader #tw: noncon photography #tw: suggestive themes #tw: blackmail #prompt #queen

[fuwushiguro]

thinking many thoughts about secret pervert!Nanami who’s pretty bashful about being a perv and overt pervert!Gojo who’s really just scum with a sensei kink

Notes: I love this!! I also love the idea of Gojo purposefully doing stuff to rub Nanami's nose in it since he knows he is shy... reader is a teacher at Jujutsu Tech!!

Warnings: Stalking, Groping, Doggystyle, Cucking!

pervert!Nanami + pervert!Gojo x f!Reader

➪ pervert!Nanami watches you as you train with the students. But he's discrete. He doesn't outright ogle you. He sits outside with a newspaper, occasionally peering over the top to admire how your body moves. Those little glasses of his seem to have more uses than one.

➪ pervert!Gojo does outright ogle you. You feel his eyes burning holes through your clothes, even through that blindfold of his.

➪ pervert!Nanami needs to cross his legs when he catches sight of your bouncing breasts as you perform a particular lively movement. His ankle rests on his knee, and thank goodness for that newspaper...

➪ pervert!Gojo has a wicked smile on his face at that very same lively movement. Utterly beguiled by your chest. He'll whistle to gain your attention. And when he has it, he'll yell something like 'nice tits sweetheart!' completely humiliating you in front of your students.

➪ pervert!Nanami thinks Gojo is a moron. You'll never be interested in him if he embarrasses you like that. He's so lewd and so up front about what a creep he is! But not Nanami... Nanami is the perfect gentleman to your face. He suspects you like that about him.

➪ pervert!Gojo thinks Nanami is talking out of his ass. He can look down his nose at him all he likes, but Gojo isn't stupid. There's no way his crossed legs and skilfully rested newspaper are going to fool Gojo. 'All hot and bothered over a pair of tits, hey Nanami?'

➪ pervert!Nanami takes any opportunity to be close to you and talk with you. Complimenting your progress with the children seems as good a place as any. You'll forgive him if he accidentally moves his body in such a way that his hand can momentarily cop a feel of your rear, won't you? He apologises profusely after all...

➪ pervert!Gojo sees your little post class meeting with Nanami and decides to invite himself to the party. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and rubs just how close the two of you are in Nanami's face. Why are you so angry with him? It's not his fault that his arms just so happen to be so long he can reach and squeeze a handful of your breast.

➪ pervert!Nanami chastises Gojo for his childishness. He rolls his eyes when that only seems to inspire his behaviour more. He'll try to change the subject and ask you what you did this weekend, as if he doesn't know. He knows you were home all weekend since he was parked outside of your house sniffing a pair of panties you left here after training. He hasn't washed them. He blew his load watching you strut around your house naked after a shower.

➪ pervert!Gojo grabs your flesh harder and brings the conversation back to what a perv he really is. 'Tell Nanami what you call me baby.' 'what do I call you?' 'you know... in front of the kids.' 'I don't know what you're talking about Gojo.' 'Don't play dumb, starts with an S...' 'S? S... Sensei?' 'Y'hear that Nanami? Hear what she calls me? Tell him again baby go ahead.' you try to shove him away, the fucking creep, but that damn infinity of his...

➪ pervert!Nanami has a light rose pink colour dust across his features as he watches you storm away. Such a pretty walk with so much sass in your step. He thinks you have a gorgeous ass.

➪ pervert!Gojo laughs as you storm off in a huff. He has the same thought as Nanami. That ass is perfection. 'Hate to see you go but love to watch you leave sweetheart!'

➪ pervert!Nanami likes that you alternate between living on campus and at your own residence. He has memorised which days you're away so he can steal your panties when you're least expecting. On the days you do stay on campus he likes to take a longer walking route to go home himself, he likes to listen to you outside of your room before he leaves for the day.

➪ pervert!Gojo knows this about Nanami too. He thinks he's so discrete but Gojo has him all figured out. That's why he thinks Nanami may be a little disappointed with his walking route today...

➪ pervert!Nanami likes to palm himself through his trousers as he leans up against your door. But, why is it slightly ajar? He leans in closer, he doesn't want to open your door and expose himself as the pervert that he is. But, are you crying? No... He can hear the sound of skin slapping skin.

➪ pervert!Gojo is thrilled when Nanami opens the door. The younger man's face drops in horror as he sees Gojo balls deep in your pretty cunt. Your fingers gripping into sheets crying out 'Gojo! Gojo! Gojo!' like a prayer. He spanks you, 'sensei suits me better.' tears stream down your face from the bliss of it all. Your eyes find Nanami's. He looks crushed, he thought you were better than this. Better than him. But how could you deny Gojo when you know the reason he's so cocky is because his stroke game is A1?

➪ pervert!Nanami slams the door closed and is quaking with fury. He's furious that you've let Gojo have your body before him, of course. But he's even more furious that he's so fucking turned on by your mascara streaked face and fucked out expression. He needs to get to his car, he needs to get home. Your precious panties are there waiting for him.

➪ pervert!Gojo is elated as you babble out how humiliated you are. It's so incoherent and idiotic. 'Can't you talk right when you’re stuffed full of cock?' apparently not. He fills you to the brim with his seed, and you fall asleep almost instantly. He'll be a good guy and see himself out, right? Right... Juuuuuust after he takes a few pictures of your drippy fucked out hole. He's sure Nanami will appreciate them. Maybe he'll show a couple to the first years too...

© 2021 fuwushiguro

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[theinariakuma]

Breaking the Assistant (𝟭𝟴+)

Minor and Ageless Blogs, Do not Interact or you will be blocked.

Rated: NSFW

Genre: Kisaki Tetta x Fem!Reader

TW: Dark Content, Noncon, Dubcon, Mind break, Drugging, Drug Use, toy use, anal toys, anal sex, use of word "cunt", slight knife play, kidnapping (reference), being held hostage/prisoner, skull fucking, forced orgasms, gunplay, threatening with a gun, spitting, threatening, name-calling (slut, whore, bitch, pet, etc), Stockholm, Noncon filming, noncon photography, exhibitionism, breeding, facials, degrading, mild praise, forced submission, fingering cum back inside, spanking, m!masturbation, vouyerism, toxic mindset, slight aftercare, f! masturbation, pussy slapping, squirting, creampie, Dom!Kisaki, Sub!Female!MC, one-sided Mikey/F!MC

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated.

Eyes watched the girl before him, lips curling into a smirk as the light glinted off his glasses. Bonten's precious little assistant.

She was still new; no real information would come from her. At least… useful information. But he didn't want that. He wanted her the moment Shuji tried to hide her from him.

The day Shuji joined Bonten, he'd been scouted by Mikey. Despite Mikey's anger towards the incident years ago, he knew Hanma was the best at what he did and needed him.

Kisaki thought that Shuji would be his in to keep track of Mikey and Bonten. But the day she arrived. Innocent, naïve, and so fucking beautiful…

"They did well," Kisaki commented as he looked at the young woman, her hands above her head, bound in leather and attached to a line of chain strung up to the ceiling.

His finger stroked along her abdomen, watching as she tried to pull away from his touch on her bare skin. She was left on her bra and panties, but the rest of her clothes had been removed.

"I always figured you to be a pink kind of girl." He'd pulled a pocketknife from his back pocket, bringing it to the strap at her shoulder once his fingers stopped at the center clasp of her bra. The blade cold against her skin, urging a whimper from her throat into the gag between her teeth. He'd twisted the blade upward, pulling it until the strap snapped against the sharpened edge, the torn edges falling limp before he repeated the action on the other side.

Her panties were next, once the clasp of her bra was undone, he threw it aside, trailing the knife down along her soft skin, loving how she whimpered and whined, but she was afraid to flex away as the sharp, cool steel trailed a line down her belly before cutting through her panties at the hip. The one side slackened enough that they fell down her legs.

"Why are you so wet?" He taunted her, trailing the knife carefully down until the tip was at her slit, just enough that her arousal gathered on the tip before he pulled it away, putting it in his pocket before bringing his fingers to her cunt. "If you want to get away so badly, why are you so wet?" He mocked, a finger pushing into her cunt, letting her own arousal be her only prep as his finger roughly thrust in and out of her.

Her moans were pitiful as his finger slammed up into her tight hole, abusing her cunt as he pushed a second one into her. "Come on now, don't tell me you're already about to cum? I thought you hated this?" He mocked how only moments earlier she'd been trying to pull away from his touch and now she was trying to buck her hips towards his fingers.

"What a pathetic little slut." Kisaki scoffed as he felt her walls clench and flutter, watching as her knees buckled and she became unsteady on her feet as she came. Drool slipped from either side of the ball gag in her mouth as she came messily over his fingers. Slick-covered fingers pulled the gag from her mouth, the red ball hanging at her throat before his fingers shoved into her mouth. "I want them clean, you little bitch." His voice was firm as he roughly thrust his fingers in and out of her mouth, rubbing them against her tongue. Each time his fingers pushed down at the back of her throat; a loud gag was forced to leave her.

Seeing her like this brought a sadistic sense of pleasure… He couldn't help but wonder how many ways he could break her before Mikey tried to come to save her.

"Who do you belong to?" His hand grasped her chin, looking at her. Her glassy eyes looking at him, her saliva-covered lips parting.

"Fuck you!" She snapped after spitting in his face, saliva decorating the lenses of his glasses.

"Let go!" Her body writhed in the grasp of the two 'captains' of Kisaki's gang. Her legs kicked, her body twisted, and tried to pull from the grasp of the men.

Kisaki was waiting, talking on the phone as he watched them shove the woman into the room before pulling the door shut.

"We'll discuss this further later." He ended the call, looking at the furious woman.

"How dare you, you sick son of a bitch!" She snapped, storming towards him, and without hesitation, she swung her hand.

The flat of the palm struck his cheek. And while the smack stung, it only made Kisaki more determined.

She was far better than Hina.

Realization of what she caused didn't click until she heard the click of his thumb sliding the safety off from his gun.

The gun was moved to her forehead. "Kneel." The demand was short, sharp. Those large eyes, petrified as they looked up at him.

"That's a good girl. Just need to get the right bit of fear inside you to make you learn your place it seems." Kisaki smirked as his hand moved with her slow movements as she knelt.

She couldn't speak, her eyes locked on the man's wrist, on the handle of the gun pressed to her forehead. She was trembling, fear running through her.

"Open your mouth."

Even though she wanted to fight back, her body wouldn't respond, her lips parting, only slightly.

He didn't make a comment, instead, he pushed the gun between her lips after he pulled it away from her forehead.

"Since you like to mouth off so much, show me what this little whore mouth can do." Kisaki smirked, pushing the barrel of the gun into her mouth. The moment the metal was slipping along her tongue. When it was too much and she started pulling back, his other hand caught the back of her head. "I didn't say you could pull away."

The long-sided pistol pushed down into the back of her mouth, making her gag. Saliva coated the metal as teary eyes looked up at him. One of his hands was holding her head in place as the other forcibly pumped the barrel in and out of her mouth— She was very aware that his finger stayed on the trigger the entire time. One wrong move was all it took…

The barrel was drawn from her lips, drenched in her saliva. He loved how her eyes lingered on it as she tried to sputter to get the metallic taste off her tongue. He didn't turn the safety off, just set it next to him as he beckoned her closer.

She had no choice but to obey, carefully crawling towards him. Part of her hated the fact that she was excited by all of this. As much as she tried to fight it— Kisaki was handsome, he was dominant, and he put her in her place… He made her drip and clench with need, and she hated every second of it.

“Open.” The demand was simple, and with reluctance, her lips parted once again. The small parting of her lips was far from enough, so Kisaki instead took his fingers and forced them into her mouth, forcing her jaw down, making her mouth open wider. “Keep fighting what I tell you, and I will grab a gag out of my desk drawer.”

She looked up at him, brows furrowed, she wasn't sure if he had one or not. She, however, didn't want to risk it.

Her mouth opened wider, tongue poking out slightly. Her cheeks flushed as she whimpered slightly, watching Kisaki undo his pants. His cock was long and hard, the tip flushed and the veins throbbing.

How could such a terrible man have such a good-looking cock?

His hand guided his cock to smack against her cheek, making her jump slightly, not expecting it… and she sure didn't expect him to push his cock into her mouth—his hands pulling her head from the back, hugging her until her lips were wrapped around the base of his cock.

Her hands smacked and pushed at his pelvis as she gagged, choking on the girth of his cock. When it seemed like he finally was letting up, instead he held her head in place, slamming his cock into her mouth in rough thrusts that made her lips smack against his pelvis as his cocktip pushed down into her throat. Bubbles of foamy saliva leaking from her lips each time she gagged.

Her eyes watered, tightly squeezing shut when he pulled back. Her trembling hands on his pelvis to keep him back as she coughed and sputtered, drool coating her chin.

Shimmering eyes and saliva-glossed lips filled his view and Kisaki couldn't stop his smirk. His leg slid between her parted knees as he dragged her head back down on his cock. He loved feeling her throat clench around his cock every time she gagged, and her fighting him only made it better when he fucked that pretty throat of hers. His fingers digging into her hair, messing up the earlier smoothed down strands as he slammed his cock in and out of her throat… every gasp for breath, gag, and choke pushing his excitement further.

It was when he felt her needy little cunt through her panties grinding against his leg that he saw beyond all her protest. She was getting off on this. His pathetic little slut.

"Look at you." He yanked her off his cock, watching as despite looking at her messy face, she was still pathetically grinding into his leg. "You are so fucking pathetic. Fucking humping my leg like a bitch in heat."

His leg lifted a bit, making her whine as she moved her hands away from his hips to grasp his knee, rolling her hips to grind into him. Once she'd started… The friction was too good, it felt too good.

"I didn't say you could stop." His hand grasped her by her hair, tangling his fingers in the already messy strands. When he dragged her head back down, she didn't hesitate in letting her jaw drop open as he pushed his cock back into her mouth. Her hips bucking and grinding against him. His hips rolled idly, holding her down to his lap as his cock tip was against the back of her throat, drawing out soft gags from her.

Her wet eyes opened, looking at him as tears started to spill, her hands pushing at his knee. Her fists began weakly pushing at his hips. Whenever she'd seem to gain some ground in pulling back, his hand would pull her head back down, cock stuffed into her throat making her loudly gag.

Each squeeze of her throat made his cock twitch, and his balls feel heavier. "That's it…" Drawing his leg away from her cunt, she tried to chase after him. The action made him smirk. Whether she believed it or not, she was starting to break.

"Fuck…" His head fell back, both hands gripping her head, forcing her up and down the length. "That's it… That's my slut…"

She couldn't help but shiver, the sounds of his moans made her cunt clench and ache, yet when she tried to press into his leg again, he drew back.

She couldn't protest, not until he pulled her head back. The moment she was about to speak, to protest, her eyes landed on his shaft. Slick with saliva, almost pulsing with need… the tip flushed and his hand firmly stroking his length.

"Open wide." His demand was strained as pleasure made his voice rough. Automatically, her lips parted, unlike the first time, she opened her mouth wide, tongue slipping out, wanting to capture any of her reward it could.

The first splatter of his warm cum on her face made her ache, but the submissive side of her was pleased. She was being marked with his cum, being rewarded with it.

Her cheeks, nose, lips, tongue, and even the tops of her breasts were coated in the sticky, thick seed in random shots.

The small bead that lingered on the tip of his cock had her swallowing what was on her tongue before leaning in to lick it, cleaning every drop Kisaki had to give her.

"That's a good girl." His praise, when she looked up at him, licking her lips, suddenly feeling shame where she once felt delight. "Now, head back to your room. Daddy needs to get back to work. I'll see you soon."

When she left after wiping her face clean with tissues on his desk, she felt anger boil in her belly. He'd used her and left her aching. Slick dripping down her thighs, her belly tightly coiled with need.

He'd neglected her needs.

Kisaki walked into the room she'd been staying in, making sure to lock the door behind him. Someone would stand guard outside, so they'd unlock the door. It minimalized her ability to escape.

"Ah. Now, now." He chuckled when she'd gone to hit him. He wasn't sure if it was because she wanted to hurt him or because she thought he had a key. Silly girl. His hand caught her wrist when she went for a second hit. The first took him by surprise.

Overall, her fire excited him.

His hand gripped her jaw roughly, enough to force her mouth open. He took the opportunity to return her spitting in his face the day prior by spitting in her mouth. He doubted she even noticed the subtle shift of her body, how her tongue instantly pushed towards his saliva.

"I'm going to fuck you today. I'll even be nice and let you choose sweetheart." His thumb brushed her cheek. "That pretty, slutty cunt of yours… Or that tight little ass?" His grin was vicious as he watched the blood drain from her face.

"M-my… my ass...." Her voice was a whimper. She didn't trust that he'd pull out and the last thing she'd ever want was for Tetta Kisaki to cum inside her.

He almost frowned, but then again, this would be fun either way. He shifted his hand to his pocket, moving to bring out a capsule pill and, instead of pushing it down into her mouth, his thumb pushed inside her mouth, pushing her to give up as he popped open the capsule, the powder coating the underside of her tongue.

He watched her face screw up in distaste at the bitter flavor. But directly under her tongue would absorb faster. It was a drug he and his gang had been working on since they got a chemist on their payroll— a new form of date rape drug.

He watched her sputter once he released her face, “What was that?!” He didn’t reply, just watching her. Instead, he pulled her closer, his hands skimming down her sides. Lifting her shirt up over her head. With her bra destroyed the day before, they hadn’t given her a replacement.

The sudden cold on her breasts made her gasp, his tongue moving to press to one of her nipples that instantly hardened under the sharp cold air. The warmth of his tongue against the hardened bud made her eyes flutter, but her hands were pushing at him, trying to push him away.

Her hands were trembling as they gripped at his hair, trying to yank him away, but when he nipped at one of the buds, she gasped again. Her cunt was clenching, a burning ache forming in her belly. Unlike last time, he drew her panties down slowly this time, getting them out of the way. Her cheeks flushed as she felt the slight weight of them, the way it peeled away from her cunt, silvery threads of slick connecting her to her soaked panties.

When had she gotten so wet?

Kisaki chuckled as he looked at how drenched she was, the drug already taking effect. His fingers slipped along her drenched folds, earning a sharp cry from her lips. With the heat from his mouth that was now suckling one of her nipples and the fingers stroking her folds, her legs were starting to quiver.

"Such a little slut. Was your body this needy? It hasn't even been five minutes and I doubt this is just the drug in your system." His voice was mocking as he looked up at her, soon grazing his teeth along the sensitive bud in his mouth.

His fingers, drenched in her slick, didn't hesitate in pushing into her tighter hole, loving the whimper that it ripped from her lips as he used her own slick as lube to help prep her for what he was going to do. Each pump of his fingers, the way they opened and closed in the scissoring motion to stretch her out made her cling to him, gasping— whining with need.

Her body was hot, and without meaning to, a line of drool was trailing down her chin. His fingers working her ass felt so good, it made her cunt clench each time they sank into her. “Look at what a mess you’re becoming, baby. I’m only fingering your ass and you look like you’re about to cum.” He was right, she was. She was a mess. She was pathetic… and she wanted more.

“M-more…” Her lips parted in the soft demand, “M-more Kisaki…”

The laugh that came out of his mouth made her belly twist with anxiety. “I knew you’d give in sooner or later.” Even if the drug was helping her decision, he didn’t really mind. Because with or without it, she’d break. It was just going to be sooner rather than later.

She found out that Kisaki was stronger than he appeared. His arms moved to lift her up so she was facing away from him. His arms held her up in a full nelson. She’d never felt so exposed, yet every time she felt his cock press against her the nervousness of being held like this melted away into a burning need.

A pathetic whine escaped her lips when he started pushing into her. Her eyes blurred as his cock sank into her ass, stretching her open. "Too much!" He was bigger than expected, creating a mixture of pleasure and pain that had her cunt dripping.

Kisaki just chuckled in her ear as he began thrusting in and out of her, using her slick as lube. "Then I guess you'll just have to break." His voice was low in her ear.

Each thrust made her gasp and whine, squirming as she was folded in half in his grasp, and how her cunt was being neglected. Never had she regretted a decision so much before… She moved her fingers to her exposed cunt, almost ashamed by how wet she was… but she couldn't help but drive them in and out as his cock stretched open her other hole.

As much as she'd like to say the drug Kisaki gave her took away all her resistance, she knew she abandoned it of her own accord to quell the fire that her need caused deep inside her.

"Look at you…" Kisaki, from his position, could only glimpse her face, her expression twisted with pleasure and need. "Desperate for a climax." His thrusts grew rougher as he spoke. The feeling of his cock and her fingers, she was too full but not full enough at the same time.

"Who do you belong to, slut?"

"I-I don't…" She started, almost sobbing the moment he began pulling out. "N-No! Don't stop!" She protested, trying to push her body back to follow the cock as he pulled from her.

"Then who do you belong to?" He didn't stop pulling out, instead, having his cock flush to her body, but not inside her.

"You! I belong to you! Please, please don't stop! I need you!" Tears were rolling down her face, her need desperate.

Kisaki smirked as he tightened his grasp on her before roughly pulling her to him when he thrust up. The sudden force and strength of his thrust had her sobbing in relief as the thrust pushed her desperate body over the edge.

She came hard, her body spasming and trembling, eyes rolling back onto her head as her fingers withdrew from her cunt as she came.

She was too far lost to realize, but the first climax he gave her, had made her squirt.

"That's right. You're mine. Only mine. These holes belong to me."

She could do nothing more than whine, babbling incoherent sounds of agreement.

Her breathing hitched slightly, her body pressed firmly to the desk, her head against the cold wood. Kisaki had summoned her to his office. It was really the only time she got to see beyond the four walls of her room.

Kisaki’s office was on the top floor of the building. She didn’t know how he even had this much money, but it had a stunning view of Tokyo. Enough that…. Even though she hated his touch, if it meant she got to see the outside world, she’d take whatever was thrown at her.

“F-Fuck…!” Her breath hitched. Fingers, drenched in lube, were slowly pushing in and out of her ass. Her nails dug into the wood of his desk as he slowly fingered her tight hole, trying to coax it to relax. Brief flashes from the other day that he’d stuffed his cock into that very opening made her belly twist and her cunt drip with desire.

She would never openly admit to how much she loved it.

Then again, she didn’t have to with the way she was moaning now. Kisaki’s fingers took care of her this time, gentle strokes that eased her body up, stretching her open with a scissoring motion.

He’d never been gentle before…

“That’s a good girl.” He’d never done that before either. The sudden praise and gentle touching had her mind whirling more than the pleasure. He’d been brutal, yet those small actions had her heart fluttering in her chest.

The moment his fingers withdrew from her, the neediest of whines left her lips. “N-No!” Her protest only earned a small laugh from the man.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, my pet.” Something smooth and warm was pressed to her ass. It was no doubt held in his hand to not be cold and smeared with more lube.

The rounded spade shape of the plug was slowly pushed into her, making her lips part as a loud moan left her lips. Inch by inch it stretched her open, her eyes screwing shut as she felt like she was at her limit before it was suddenly completely inside her.

The slight stretch snug inside her had saliva pooling in her mouth. It already felt so good… so when said toy began humming inside her, a choked gasp of surprise was all that came out of her.

“That’s a good pet.” His hand patted her ass before he pulled back, her head turning so she could glimpse him.

“I was so nice and gentle, making sure you were worked up enough to take that. So now you have to be a good girl and take this too.” The fat head of his cock brought reality crashing down on her.

The cold splash of sense had her alert. He wasn’t gentle or caring. He just wanted to break her. “No!” When she pushed herself up onto her arms, they buckled only seconds later.

Despite her protest, his hands grasped her hips and firmly dragged her back as he thrust forward. The tip of his cock pressed firmly to her cervix. Too full, she was beyond full with both his fat cock stuffed inside her and the plug.

Her choked moans filled the spacious office, her nails clawing at the desk as each thrust dragged nearly all the way out of her before slamming back inside her. Kisaki moved his hand away from her hip to the phone faceup on his desk, fingers sliding along the screen.

As Kisaki slid his finger up on the screen, the vibrations of the plug began growing stronger. “S-Stop! I-I’m going to cum!” She wanted to fight against him, but all the strength was leaving her, her body barely able to push back against him as he slammed his cock in and out of her trembling cunt.

“I have no intention of stopping, pet.” His lips pressed to the back of her neck, his hips pausing to grind against her. He loved the strained sob that left her as she came. Her cunt spasming around him, gushing, creating a mess around his cock and dripping down the side of his desk.

“Fuck, I love when I feel this slutty cunt gush.” Kisaki sighed as his hand left the toy buzzing on high, his hand moving to cup her throat before dragging her back to his chest. His hips began to thrust again, even as her cunt continued to quiver and spasm from how sensitive she was.

His hand gripped her throat firmly, enough pressure on either side to limit her oxygen as his hips began roughly thrusting into her. She could do nothing more than moan, as strained as it was. Between his cock slamming in and out of her, ramming into her cervix with every thrust and the plug inside her ass left on high, she was a mess.

“B-Break… m’ breaking…” Her hands were weakly clawing at his, nails dragging against the warm skin, trying to pry his hand off her throat. Not for the air, but as if unlatching his hand would make him stop fucking her oversensitive cunt.

She couldn’t stop the line of drool coming from between her lips as her eyes were rolling back. It was so good… but it was so much.

Kisaki fucked her so good…. He was the only one to break her in such a way… she needed… she wanted…

“G-gonna…”

Before she could even finish her sentence, his grip tightened on her throat, the loud grunt in her ear and the sudden warmth filling her… everything shut off. Her knees buckled as she came. Her cunt clenching and spasming as she came, with his cock twitching deep inside her, warming her cervix with his thick, sticky cum.

“I’m not done, pet.” At the words, his hips began moving again, despite how tight she was clenching, despite how his own cock was growing sensitive from how tight and warm she was so soon after his orgasm.

His cock forcing the fresh cum deeper into her, fucking it right back into her cunt.

“T-Tetta… So good… Good!” Her voice was dissolving into needy babbles as her mind began shutting down to everything but the pleasure.

Amusement flooded him, it was not only the first time she’d called him by his first name, but it was the first time she’d so happily told him it was good. His cute pet’s mind was breaking like her body.

“More! More….” Her voice was hitting a fever pitch, her cunt spasming and clenching trying to milk him for every last drop he had. Her body was so sensitive that one climax built after another, leaving her on the verge.

The way her cunt kept milking him, his hands gripped at her waist and throat tighter slamming his hips, forcing his cock through her tight grip over and over. His head against her shoulder as he practically bathed in the squeals and moans of ecstasy coming from the broken girl in his grasp.

When he came again, his voice was almost a feral growl, forcing his seed deep inside her as he felt her body spasm in his grasp. His grip dropped from her throat to hold her tightly to him, her body trembling as her legs had given out, her cunt gushing from a third climax… sweet, incoherent babbles leaving her lips.

“Seems I really broke you.” He mused, holding her close, waiting out her climax that left her entire body shivering and quaking.

With what seemed the utmost care, he pulled out of her, drawing the toy out next, even as she whimpered and whined for him not to.

“Hush, my pet. Let me take care of you.” He sat back into the chair, not bothering to dress yet as he pulled her onto his lap, cradling her to him. “You did so well.” His lips brushed at her temple while his hand stroked her hair.

“Just rest,” his voice was low, tired from how hard he’d came, but he could see the fatigue settling on her as she snuggled against him. “I’ve got you, just rest. I’ll clean you up and take care of everything.”

That had been all she needed to be convinced, her head on his chest, the exhaustion claiming her broken mind as it dragged her into sleep.

It had been three days since she last saw Tetta. He’d gotten busy from what she overheard from his grunts that kept her secure on one of the lower levels. She found herself… missing him. Missing his touch.

She overheard that Mikey was looking for her. She… wasn’t surprised. But the fact that that once used to bring her hope… didn’t anymore.

“I want to see Tetta.”

The grunt arched a brow at her. She’d never said that before. Never requested to see Kisaki, always fought them at the thought they were bringing her to him.

“Yeah, fine.”

The grunt wasn’t the only one surprised to see her. Kisaki was in a more casual state. His suit jacket was thrown over the back of the chair, his vest undone, tie gone, and his collar was undone.

She’d never seen him like this before. Not… unkempt or disheveled. He’d always been perfection— Every button done up, his tie straight. Perfect, poised, in control.

“I wanted to see you.” Her voice was small. She knew she shouldn’t want to see him. She shouldn’t want to…

She just wanted to get fucked and that was all. That was all… Right? She just needed the ache for him to go away. Once more and she’d be over it. Get the itch scratched. Right?

Seeing him looking at her, his careful gaze taking in her features, was a reminder of what had transpired several days ago. How after fucking her to near insanity, he'd cleaned her up, cradled her on his lap, and held her as he let her come off her high and he worked.

The soft praise of "you did so well" had haunted her dreams since that day.

It broke down her resistance to him. "Tetta..." Her voice was trembling as she went to him, crawling into his lap after he hung up the phone he was on when she’d walked in. "Please... I need..." She was afraid to say "you" even as her fingers began unbuckling his belt.

With a motion of his hand, the grunt left, closing the door.

“Tell me what you need, pet.” He was very aware of the switch from calling him Kisaki to Tetta. His sweet pet was turning to his side. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”

“You.” She choked out the word. She needed him, the ache that had started as a dull annoyance through the days was now so much worse at seeing him. Her cunt clenching around nothing, remembering how he’d fucked her time and time again… how good it felt to have him cum inside her.

“W-Wanna ride your cock, Daddy…” She was needy, her hips already grinding down against his thigh, through the fabric he could feel her arousal already warm and dripping, making him aware of her complete lack of panties. “Please… I’ve been a good girl!” Her fingers kept pulling at his belt, undoing it and his pants, her hand stroking the bulge that was forming as she found herself helplessly grinding down on his thigh. Her courage, her firm-set mind had broken at the sight of him… at feeling his warmth.

She didn’t want to be stubborn. She wanted to be a good girl. She wanted to be rewarded. She wanted him to treat her like a princess again. She wasn’t going to be bad anymore. She didn’t want to leave. She wanted Tetta, only Tetta.

Only Tetta Kisaki could make her feel good.

“Go ahead, pet.” His fingers tilted her chin up, moving to chastely steal a kiss. “Daddy will even let you have control. Show me how badly you want my cock, baby.”

He loved this side of her. Love how broken she was. She was perfect. No wonder Mikey was going crazy trying to find her. The man even went so far as to hire Hanma, whom he’d parted ways with two years ago.

Even if they did find her… she was already broken. Her begging, her calling him Daddy had shown him that.

She didn’t hesitate once he’d given her permission. Her fingers pulled his cock out from his pants, yanking them down his thighs. Her lips were unable to help but curl into a smile as he lifted his hips enough for her to draw them and his briefs down.

His cock was heavier in her grasp than she expected. Thick and beautiful… How had she hated it? It filled her up so perfectly.

When he noticed her hesitating, glancing between him from under her lashes and his cock, he chuckled.

“You don’t have to work me up or yourself if you think you’re ready, pet. Be as impatient as you like.”

She bit her lip and nodded, moving to undo his button-down. She didn’t care if it was off… She just wanted to feel his skin against hers as soon as she was done yanking her shirt up over her head.

Her body pressed to his, lips teasingly brushing his jaw as she straddled his lap. Sitting down on his cock, a sharp moan left her lips as relief finally filled her

The fat length stretched her out, the tip nestling against her cervix. Her jaw felt loose as her lips parted with a loud, desperate moan. It felt so good; He felt so good. At first, she didn’t want to move, to bounce on his cock. Instead, she just rocked her hips, savoring the feeling of the tip of his cock grinding into her cervix.

She swore— That alone was enough to ruin her.

His hands skimmed along her waist, brushing the small skirt that hid her cunt from view. He didn’t move it, despite wanting to see her tiny little grip swallow his cock… but instead, he focused on her exposed body.

He leaned in, tongue flicking against her nipple before taking it into her mouth, suckling firmly as his tongue lavished it with attention.

The soft moan that left her shuddered in rhythm with the way her heart skip a beat. Tetta was being so gentle with her… Her arms wound around him cradling his head to her chest as she began slowly bouncing on her legs–her legs tucked against his giving her leverage and control to ride him slowly. She was savoring every inch that sank in and out of her as much as his tongue rolling against her nipple. Tetta was perfect…

“Tetta….” She mewled as she brushed the loose strands from his face, gazing down at him. “Your cock… it’s so good… Daddy fills me so good.”

Tetta glanced up at her before drawing away from her chest, moving to slowly kiss her. “Only for my sweet pet.” She was finally his. All his.

Feeling her begin to bounce more when his mouth had drawn away from hers, the way her slow pace steadily grew frantic, her cunt already quivering and clenching around him.

“D-daddy has to cum inside me again! I need it… I need to feel it!” Her eyes were shut as every time she bottomed out, his cock tip crashing against her cervix made her mind go blank. She was so close, so close…

His hands didn’t stop her, instead, he brought his fingertips to stroke over her clit lazily. It had been what she needed as her back arched, body trembling on his lap as she came. Her cunt creaming around his cock… the tight grip of her cunt around his cock dragging him over the edge.

He was pent up, neglecting his needs the past few days, so feeling her warmth and tight grip… earned every drop that he had pent up inside him.

“D-daddy belongs to me right…? L-like I belong to daddy?” The pleasure-slurred words made him smile as he pulled her in closer, idly rocking his hips to match the needy rocking she had started up again.

“Of course, Princess. You belong to me, and I belong to you.” A chaste kiss to the tip of her nose had her lips splitting into a bright smile.

His poor, poor broken pet. So sweet and obedient.

“You just have to do one thing for daddy, and no one can ever take you away from me.”

“Anything!”

Anything, so long as he never stopped bringing her such pleasure.

She was squirming slightly; she’d never been filmed like this before. It was all new to her. But she wanted to prove that she was going to be Tetta's, always.

He wanted to show Mikey that she belonged to him.

She could do this.

Fingers wandered to her exposed cunt, she was already bare, sitting on the bed in Kisaki’s room. He’d never taken her in here before. It meant she was special to him.

Her eyes were on him, biting at her lower lip as she whined, fingers moving against her cunt. Watching him work was always attractive, the way his expression cooled into sharp focus. He was beautiful and meticulous.

"Tetta…."

"Just a bit longer. If I don't do this right, pet, Mikey will come and steal you away."

"No!" Her protest was loud. It had been weeks since Kisaki and her regularly met. She was his good girl; she didn't want to leave or be taken away by Mikey or anyone.

“Then be patient, pet. Or maybe I’ll have to find someone who will listen.” His manipulative words made her whimper. Her already wrecked and twisted mind from everything he did to her was submitted to him, broken and needy for him.

Instead of voicing her protests again, she just watched him, her fingers unable to stop as she watched him. Her cunt slick with arousal, and her fingers drenched in her excitement.

“What the fu–”

“Good. I have your attention.” Kisaki's voice came as he pulled away from the camera set up, the screen next to it showing Mikey. Kisaki had spoofed a number he’d gotten from Cassandra’s phone–Draken’s number. “Say hi, pet.”

“I don’t wanna… Tetta, you promised!” Her whine in protest, the visual for Mikey was enough to tell him that Kisaki had won with her.

“Shh.” Kisaki moved to draw her head to the side, “Don’t you want Mikey to watch me fuck a baby into this needy cunt of yours?”

The only reason Mikey hadn’t shut the call off and sent his men to find Kisaki was that sweet face, her eyes on that bastard. But he could see every inch of her.

Kisaki took everything from him before, and he was fucking doing it again.

His precious assistant, the woman that had slowly been pulling him from the darkness, poised bare. Fingers messy with creamy arousal when they pumped in and out of her quivering cunt...her legs shaking every time he watched her fingers sink back into her.

Kisaki's hand caught her wrist, pulling her hand back and bringing her drenched fingers to his mouth, licking, and sucking her fingers clean. The view of her darkening gaze and quickening breath as she got more excited by the attention. The needy whine that left her made Mikey's grip tighten on his phone as his cock grew hard, straining against his pants.

He couldn't look away. He wanted to, everything in his head told him to, but the sight was something he physically couldn't stop himself from staring at.

How her mouth opened without a moment of hesitation as Kisaki spat in her mouth, a mixture of saliva and her own arousal…. How she smiled at him after swallowing it down.

How long had it taken? One fuck? Two? How weak-willed had she been to break by Kisaki of all people?

It was the loud moan that drew his attention from his thoughts. His eyes narrowed at the sight of Kisaki’s fingers having replaced hers. Unlike the slow, shallow thrusts of her fingers, just enough to edge herself and ease herself into small orgasms, Kisaki was roughly thrusting his fingers in and out of her. The thick fingers stretched her as they curled in a come hither motion every so often.

Mikey was disgusted at how he’d fallen for such a pathetic woman. How he still wanted that pathetic toy of Kisaki’s even as he watched his enemy ruin her.

“P-please, Tetta… Please fuck me.” The way she begged was music and torture to Mikey. The sound was just as he’d fantasized as he made her Bonten’s assistant.

“Hm?” Kisaki hummed, taunting her. That stupid sound to Mikey made her whine loudly.

“Your cock! Please fuck me with your cock!”

Mouth open, eyes fluttering, his hand across her throat… She was beautiful and even though he’d hate himself for it later, his free hand was palming his cock as he watched as she squirmed and whined when Kisaki used a free hand to smack his cock against her cunt. Mikey didn’t need the camera to zoom in to see how drenched she was. Her creamy, dripping cunt was coating Kisaki’s cock.

The moment he started pushing in, the strained cry from her lips was pure ecstasy. Kisaki’s fingers flexed on her throat, tightening his grip as his cock sank into her…a small bulge on her belly from his cock pushing up against her cervix.

“Go on, tell him how good you feel, pet.” Kisaki’s low voice tore Mikey from his mind, the fantasy that had plagued him for the last two years. His hand grasping his cock, he didn’t even remember pulling it from his pants.

“S-so good! Daddy’s cock is so deep!” Her voice was lighter, while Kisaki’s hand was still on her throat, it was no longer squeezing her throat. Her hands were back, bracing herself against his thighs as she felt Kisaki’s hips roll up into her in slow, deep thrusts.

Kisaki wasn’t rushing, he wanted to drag this out for as long as Mikey could stand. He wanted Mikey to hate him more than he already did.

Mikey did hate him. Watching how she whined and pushed herself back into Kisaki made him despise Kisaki even more.

When Mikey’s hand found itself stroking at his cock, he bit down on his tongue to keep his own moans from fueling Kisaki or the woman.

“F-faster… F-faster, Tetta!” The needy demands only had the man chuckling as he pushed himself against her. Teary eyes locked with the lens of the camera; her body forced into the bed as the loud clapping of his hips colliding with her backside filled the room.

All that filled the image on the camera was her face, gaze distant, and pleasured moans falling from her lips with every thrust.

“T-too much!” Her eyes watered with tears as she was growing closer. Her cunt quivering and spasming around Kisaki’s cock. “G-gonna cum!”

“Here you just asked me to go faster, pet. No going back on that now.” Kisaki’s laugh pissed Mikey off, but the way that his delight in her overstimulation let him see the tears start to roll down her cheeks when her eyes rolled up into her head as she came with a sob. It was a beautiful sight for the Bonten Leader.

A hand fisted in her hair, pulling her up. The needy whine and moan from it only had Mikey’s hand working his cock faster, fucking his fist as he watched the helpless woman. His helpless woman.

Fingers pushed open her lower lips, showing his cock as he began thrusting roughly, not caring how his pet was spasming and trembling, her legs shook with pleasure and if not for his arms, she’d have collapsed back onto the bed.

“This precious little cunt. This perfect little pet of mine. She is all mine, Mikey.” He didn’t need to say more words. His grunt that followed shortly after was the answer to prove it. Cum leaking out of her almost moments after Kisaki came. His cock slowly softened as he pulled out–the pearlescent liquid leaking out over his shaft.

“Keep it in there, princess. Once I finish cleaning you up. I’ll make sure to fuck that baby into you tonight so no one can take you away from me. So, Mikey can’t take you away from me.”

Those fucking little words that Kisaki drove into her head. Making Mikey the enemy. He was too pissed to even care that he’d gotten himself off to the view of Kisaki pouring his cum into her.

When he thought the camera would be shut off, he was surprised to see it was not. Kisaki left the room, leaving her alone, her breathing heavy and trying to get her mind to catch up with everything else.

“I-” He started, but quickly was entranced by her actions.

She bit her lip, whimpering as she felt the hot cum beginning to push out of her. A small whimper left her as she brought her fingers in an attempt to push it back inside her. She didn't want to lose any of it. Not when Kisaki just rewarded all her patience with it. "Don't send people, Mikey." Her voice was low.

"What?"

"I don't want you. You had me. You lost me. Tetta is perfect... Stop sending people to come to get me." Her eyes looked at the camera, not knowing his eyes were locked on hers. "Tetta is going to breed me. He's going to fuck a baby into me. I don't want you. If you come after him. Come for me. The next time you see me, I'll fuck him in front of your face."

She'd changed over the past six months in Kisaki's hold. Mikey wasn't sure if it was from actual affection or some sort of Stockholm. "You won't take him away from me."

Mikey was furious. How was she this broken? How had she let this happen? Where had the fire he'd seen in her go up until this point?

The coldness that came off her vanished the moment Kisaki was back, his fingers tilting her chin up to kiss her. The sharpness of her gaze softened as she wrapped her arms around Kisaki. "Daddy," The whine was nothing like her tone moments ago as Kisaki used the warm washcloth to clean her up.

Even though she'd threatened him. Mikey wasn't going to stop... even if it meant he'd have to break her as Kisaki had.

#tokyo revengers smut #tetta kisaki #tetta kisaki x reader #tetta kisaki smut #kisaki smut #tokyo revengers kisaki #tokrev kisaki #tokrev smut #kisaki x reader #warning dark content #warning kindapping #warning cnc #warning noncon #warning knife use #warning gunplay #akuma content #i might make this into a series #we'll see

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

happy 200! i’m so glad to see your blog grow, it’s one of my favorites and i adore all your writing. i’ve never cried so much and i love the kind of unsettling feeling you write in your fics, it’s perfect in the category of yandere and dark content. in particular, i loved your drabble about shigaraki mourning over a dead reader and i’ve reread that one too many times to count haha! as for asks for headcannons and drabbles, it would be amazing to see that with bully!eren especially since he was such an awful person to the reader. i’d love to see him suffer honestly, but if you don’t want to write it, that’s completely fine! once again, i’m so proud of you for hitting 200! that’s such a huge milestone and hopefully, there will be many more in the future! :)

SYNOPSIS: bully!Eren has to navigate the world without you.

Pairing: Bully!Eren x Fem!Reader

A/N: I can't even explain in words how much I CHEESED at this message like my grin was ear to ear. can't explain how many times I read this. It singlehandedly made my day anon, and to repay you for my happiness....here is some angst. this is a slightly different route than the shiggy one but I hope it still suits you <3

TW: mentions of death, past dubcon/noncon, mentions of trauma, bullying, alcohol addiction, drunk driving, abusive behavior, revenge porn, nonconsensual photography/videography, mentions of infidelity, angst, so much of angst, violent behavior

WC: 2.5k

It's not like Eren had been doing a lot of soul-searching. He's not delusional enough to label his half-assed epiphany of "maybe I'm a shitty person" as soul searching.

It's just the conversation with his very sick mother burned holes through the back of his mind. Carla had asked about you and why you don't come by the house anymore. How she missed baking with you in the kitchen, and how you sweetly smiled whenever you would see soft creamy peaks form in the meringue.

Eren felt like he was swallowing needles as he assured his mother with false truths, that nothing was going on and distance between childhood friends is natural, and if it means so much--ok ok he'll bring you over.

He stays until he sees her chest slowly rising and falling into a gentle asleep. He touches the tip of his ears, unsurprised by how hot it was.

Eren, when you tell a lie, the tips of your ears turn red.

You're not at school the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

Guilt is not an emotion he feels often but the events of the past weekend replay in his mind. It was just a dumb party that Floch threw, and he was surprised to find you cornered by a trio of thee dunderheads. Like a distorted fairytale, he swept you away from the bad guys like a knight in shining armor, to only shove you in an empty room and demand compensation for playing hero.

Fuck, with that big mouth, you would think that you'd know how to suck cock.

Use your tongue stupid slut. If you use teeth, I'll shove this dick in your ass without any prep.

No, I don't care, you're taking all of it.

There's a video on his camera roll. How could he not record it? You're sobbing, mascara running down your cheeks, looking so beautiful and ruined with jizz smeared at the corner of your mouth. He was brutally fucking your mouth, making you take all of his length.

Breathe through your nose dumb whore. Or else you're gonna run out of air.

You were pleading with whatever garbled sounds you were constricted into producing.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren is conflicted with muting the video because he can't stand to hear himself like that. But he didn't want to miss out on your pitiful whines.

He remembers the distraught expression on your face when he was finally done with you. He tucked himself inside, and sneered, "I've got a girl coming here. Get lost." You looked so fucking distraught. Why? All he did was make you suck his dick. He didn't even fuck you.

He should have. Eren thinks grimly when he stares at your empty desk on the first day you didn't show up to school. He's gotten off to the video more than enough times than he can count over the weekend, and he was aching to see your pretty face twisted into a terrorized expression when he flipped up your skirt to grope your ass.

Kindly, Eren decides he'd allow you to have a rest day. But the second day, Eren pays a visit to your house finding it dark and locked, like no one was home and hadn't been there for a while.

On the third day, you're declared missing.

Your incompetent workaholic mother who finally came home and decided to give a damn reported you missing to the authorities who had scratched their heads because as far as they knew, the pivotal 72 hours were up.

Paradis was surrounded by forests. No one wanted to say it, but they were all thinking it. If you got lost in there, chances are you wouldn't make it out.

Eren wasn't always this admired and fawned over. He had his fair share of behavioral issues that frightened people (not you though, not then at least, not when you were children, and you still came back every day to play).

But when he channeled that anger into sports, there was somewhat of a star in the making, especially for some small-town boy. He was becoming extremely popular, and that's nice and all, but at the end of the day, he has a mother whose health was taking a sharp decline. He was constantly under stress, stress that he took out on you.

Where did his favorite stress-ball go?

It's all fucking surreal. Having detectives in the school. Not that there were many students to question (because christ, did you even have any friends after Eren turned everyone against you?).

Eren was questioned. He can't help but mirthfully chuckle. Maybe this was your grand plan, maybe you were able to finally sort out a mountain of evidence against him. If you were going to fuck him over, didn't you want to see it happen with your own two eyes?

The dark-haired boy wishes that was true. If you had gotten your revenge, would you be here? No, revenge isn't the right word. If you got any justice for what he made you suffer, would you come back?

Hi, I'm Detective Hange. I would like to ask you some questions today. You're Eren Yeager, right?

Yes, that's me.

How do you know ___?

We were childhood friends. We're uh, we're not as close anymore.

When was the last time you saw her?

Friday night at Floch's party-

-Floch Forster right? There were a number of kids there from your school.

Yeah. It was a big party. She uh, doesn't usually come to parties but she was there that night.

You were the last person to be seen with her. Other kids have said that they saw you and her entering a room together, and then only her leaving the said room.

[Sigh] Yeah we sorta...hooked up.

I thought you said you guys weren't close anymore.

You can be not close to someone and still hook up with them.

But you guys were close once right?

Yeah. Once.

The dark-haired boy asks if he was under any suspicion. The detective waves their hand in a dismissive gesture, “If her diary tells us anything, it’s only that she really liked you.”

Were detectives even allowed to divulge that sort of information? Eren doesn’t know but the stray detail that they offered off-handedly made him feel like he was swallowing needles.

At that point, Eren honestly still doesn't believe you're gone. You had a habit of running away, even when you were little kids, but you always came back.

Still, he participates in the search parties with a renewed vigor, even going alone in the forest with a flashlight on most nights.

And he's just so fucking tired. The darkest crevice of his mind almost wishes you were dead because this ignorance was just agony. Almost. Because he still clings to the feeling that one day, he’ll stroll into class and find you in your seat in the back of the class, looking out the window like some cliche shojo manga protagonist.

There are folders and folders on his phone. Albums. The most recent one is dedicated to your crying face as you were choking on his dick. Earlier albums are composed of creepshots of your panties, of that obscene o-face, of your skirt flipped up and your ass cheeks, pictures of your cleavage, videos of you thrashing as he dunked your head into toilets like a villainous middle school bully.

Pictures of your neck covered in hickeys, your naked breasts, ass cheeks striped with red after getting spanked, your leaking cunt, just endless and endless media dedicated to pieces and pieces of your body like you were never a whole person.

The earliest ones though tell a different tale, from off-guards to your drooling face as you napped in the middle of the day.

He has a favorite picture. Your eyes are watery from the cold, snowflakes stuck between lashes, nose and cheeks flushed red, and you're smiling. Smiling right to the camera. Right at him.

"Eren, are you taking a picture?" You asked, bouncing in place, giddy that it was finally snowing.

"Not of you, shut up. Get out of the way." His voice is gruff but not harsh.

You laughed and jumped into frame anyway, and the bright streetlamp behind you made you seem like you were wearing a halo.

He wishes he had more pictures of you being...yourself. Because now your crying face displayed over countless pixels haunt him. But like a fucking degenerate, he still jerks off to all the nudes he coerced from you. Sometimes he cries when he's jerking off which is probably the most pathetic thing he's ever done. This is what you've reduced him to.

He hates the sound of his own voice.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren goes through the motions of life without really feeling like he's in the moment. Seasons change and time flies. His mother dies, and his withdrawn father dies a year later. He proposes to Mikasa because it's something he was always supposed to do. She loves him unconditionally, so even when he doesn't put any effort into the relationship but proposes, she says yes hoping he'll change and be a good husband.

He doesn't go to his parents' funerals because they're already dead. What's the point. He doesn't visit the candlelight vigils in your honor either. After tearing his ACL again and a somewhat traumatic injury, he kisses his pro-football career goodbye. To be totally honest, he's relieved. Because he had gotten quite bored, and maybe he was looking for excuses to quit the entire time. It's not like you'd be cheering on the bleachers anyways.

Mikasa has an affair, more out of a desire to see her fiancé feel something for her as opposed to any burning lust. But when she asks him if he's ever cared at all, with tears springing out of her eyes, he's just calmly drinking his fifth of whisky.

The dark-haired man doesn't even look up, "Let's break up."

"Is this about her, huh? Fucking get over it already Eren. She's GONE. And you have some big fucking audacity moping about her death like you weren't making her cry in the bathroom stalls every fucking day you piece of shit."

"Get out."

"You know what, I bet she killed herse-"

SMASH

The dark-haired woman doesn't finish her rant because the whiskey bottle smashes on the wall next to her head, sending glass everywhere and staining the carpet amber. She's unharmed, knowing it wasn't Eren's intention to hit her but Jesus Christ, what a monster.

She packs her bags and leaves the town like she should have a long time ago. All her friends had left years before and she stayed behind because that's where Eren was. She thanks her lucky stars that they didn't marry.

It's funny because he had always imagined himself being the first to move out of their small town, but he's the one staying. He can't leave this place. feels too tethered to ever leave. Every diner and liquor store is saturated with memories of you. He remembers buying cigarettes and exhaling the smoke to your face to piss you off in empty parking lots.

Maybe he stays in case you'll come back.

Eren's days consist of alcohol-fueled hazes. He doesn't know how his liver is still functioning. He doesn't know he's still alive after crashing his car into a tree when he was drunk out of his mind. He was on his way to get some more vodka.

He barely recognizes himself in the mirror anymore, not that he looks at himself much. His hair is long, nestled around his shoulder because he couldn't be bothered to cut it, dark circles under viridian eyes, and a perpetual stubble on his jaw.

His parents had left quite a sizable inheritance so there's no need to work but he's good with his hands. Likes crafting up birdhouses and cabinets, and occasionally does odd jobs around the neighborhood, never charging the elderly.

He's under the sink, tinkering with a wrench against the pipes when he hears the old lady coo at him.

"We're so lucky to have you Eren. I'm surprised a handsome young man like yourself doesn't have a special lady. The girls must be lining up at your door!"

The dark-haired man winces, and offers no comment, knowing that that the older lady was susceptible to long tangents.

"You know, we're getting a new neighbor." Eren grunts as a response. "They're young, I've heard. Isn't that exciting? Oh my, Eren! I think they're gonna be living in the house right next to yours..."

He tunes out the rest of the conversation because doesn't really care. He just hopes his new neighbors are quiet.

It's Sunday noon when obnoxious noises of moving trucks and people wake him up from his deep slumber. Eren's annoyed to wake up despite the fact he's probably been sleeping over 15 hours. He oscillates between getting too much sleep and getting none, his sleeping habits completely dependent on his dreams.

His nightmares are too visceral, visions of your corpse asking him if he'd enjoyed hollowing your soul with his teeth.

His dreams are achingly sweet. You in your prom gown, shining so iridescently like diamonds were sewn into the silk. He's dancing with you, holding you close, and then after you guys go to your favorite diner and gorge on burgers and milkshakes.

There's a peal of distinctly feminine laughter that stirs up Eren's senses. He's so pathetic, was the mere sound of a woman laughing getting him excited?

He sighs. He thinks of the whore he's frequently visited because of her resemblance to you. Hair color, skin color, face shape--with enough alcohol, he could really convince the person beneath him, was you. Maybe it's time to give her a call, but she's gotten so fucking needy and he hated how her voice didn't match yours.

The green-eyed man peers from the lace curtains, irritated by the brats playing on his lawn. A full family next door? Great, just what he needs.

The friendly knock on his door breaks him out of his daze. He contemplates whether he should answer but on the second more muted knock, he lets his feet guide him.

He turns the knob.

And Eren Yeager completely shatters.

Because it's you isn't it? You're the person standing in front of him? He can hear what you're saying but he doesn't really register it, soaking in the cadence of a voice he had long forgotten because all he had were pleading whimpers and frenzied moans stored on his cell.

He's shaking. Is he dreaming? He's dreaming, right? He knows it's you. You're older, far more beautiful than he's ever seen you. You have a different hairstyle, wearing clothes he would have mocked you for, and there's this joyfulness within you that makes you glow.

There's a mess of emotions electrifying in the pits of his stomach from euphoria, anger, and dread. He could feel his skin growing clammy like he was about to vomit at any second.

"Hey, are you all right?"

Doe eyes full of concern peer up at him. He voices out the syllables of your name like a desperate prayer.

You tilt your head to the side, "How do you know my name?"

#eren yeager x reader #bully eren yeager #toxic eren #eren yeager x you #yandere eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren x fem!reader #eren yeager x reader fanfiction #attack on titan fanfiction #dubcon tw #tw noncon #tw abuse #tw drinking #tw drunk driving #eren yeager fanfiction #dark content #dark fic #tw trauma #tw depr

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Gamer boy

Yandere!Shigaraki x reader 

NO MINORS

You caught the eye of an obsessive gamer. He's convinced you're perfect for him. So why are you ignoring him?

tw: yandere themes, stalking, kidnapping, noncon, alcohol use, degradation, flash photography

You worked at the local gaming cafe. It was a pretty chill job most of the time. The adults who came in didn't care to socialize or cause problems and the school kids would only try to run a muck for a short while until they got entrapped by whatever they were playing. You sat at the help desk, renting out games, consoles, and selling sugary drinks. Easy as pie. Like any cafe, you had regular customers.

Once a week a wild-haired-sloucher would slink up to your desk to rent out a computer mouse and then head to the same computer every time - number 001. After an hour or so he would come up to buy an energy drink.

Of course you didn't know that he came here because Kurogiri would force him out of his cave once a week.

Your first mistake was on his third visit. When he came in you had a computer mouse and his favorite energy drink sitting out for him. The drink was on the house, you smiled. To you, this was a friendly gesture to make sure your reliable customers would keep coming back. To him, this was an offering of your submission. The second sign you gave was asking him if he was going to attend the opening of a new gaming store. He wasn't, obviously, but you wanted him to go, didn't you?

He started keeping tabs on you. To make sure you were worthy, he told himself. He was impressed to find that you actually had a useful quirk. You had a group of friends that lived in your apartment complex. He found it a bit pathetic that you spent so much time with them. But it must be hard for you to not be with him. You must be so lonely when he wasn't around.

Then he began to sneak in to your room, whether you were there or not. Occasionally he would sort through your drawers while you were in the shower; or play whatever game he chose to keep on his phone that week while you slept. When you were away he would take a more thorough inventory. He went through the movies and games piled in your living room. Carefully skimmed through the books on your nightstand. Rummaged through your cabinets and fridge.

Shigaraki was at war with himself on what his next move should be. A piece of him - however small - wanted to go about things like a normal person. But that left too much room for rejection. He was biding his time, trying to develop some form of plan. Until you forced him into action. 

It happened during one of the nights he devoted to watching over you. Your friends had finally convinced you to go out with them. Allowing them to play dress up, they put you something too short and too tight for Shigaraki's comfort. They were going to drag you to a bar in that? You were practically begging for men to proposition you. Why did you even own something like that? You knew you belonged to him. Anyone aside from him shouldn't see that amount of your body. The anger was starting to creep over him, his skin becoming too tight until he was forced to seek relief by digging into his neck.

Things only went down hill from there. While you were having a great time, completely unaware of your stalker's presence, Shigaraki sulked angrily along the edge of the club you had been pulled into. You were drunk, although no where near as drunk as your companions and happily in the middle of the dance floor. As you faced your friend, a man wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you tightly against him by the hips. You didn't mind at first, until you realized the man was a complete stranger and not another person you knew. Your shrugged him off and the oaf moved on towards his next prey. It took everything Shigaraki had in him not to end the man's life, along with everyone else in the damn room. But he managed. And you kept dancing, drawing in guys like flies to honey. None of them caught your eye, of course not, even when intoxicated you knew who you belonged to. Obviously, you were using these NEETs to get under Shigaraki's skin. Taunting him for not keeping you in check.

One of the girls you came with had wandered off with some "handsome" stranger and you were the only one with enough wherewithal to go looking for her. You listened to podcasts, Don't let your friends go off alone ESPECIALLY when intoxicated, it was a true crime commandment.

With no luck in the club you ventured outside, breaking the commandment yourself. You weaved around the building, holding on to the wall to keep yourself from stumbling. In the back of the building you ran into a hooded figure. 

"Have you seen my friend?"

The figure, Shigaraki, tilted his head. He had two options, take you in this back alley and risk someone hearing you scream, or begin a game of cat and mouse. You just looked so dazed and fuckable.

"Your friends? I'm not sure but I saw two people head that way," He lied and pointed away from the club. "Do you need help looking for them."

You scrunched your nose, genuinely (and drunkenly) debating the idea. Finally you shook your head, "No thanks, stranger danger."

"Then it's a good thing I'm not a stranger," he smirked. Finally you realized who the person in front of you was.

With a gasp you giggled, "Gamer boy!"

"Shigaraki," he reminded you, shifting back and forth uncomfortably trying to ease the growing swell in his pants. Why did you have to be so cute?

"Hm, okay then but no funny business."

He smirked as he lead you away from your friends. After a few blocks you were ready to give up, you tend to be a tired drunk and just wanted to go home to your bed. Shigaraki was understanding, probably too understanding, and willing to walk you back to your place. You thanked him, ready to bid him farewell at your door, but he followed you in, convincing your drunk brain that you two should have a drink before he left. You curled yourself into your couch while you listened to your guest.

"Thanks for walking," you yawned, "with me. You're so nice."

Gently the villain lifted you off your feet, "Someone's tired. Let's get you in to bed."

You nodded. Unable to process the impending danger. Until you realized that he was joining you on your bed, starting to tug at your outfit. "Shigi, what are you doing."

"I'm giving you what you want," he said in between nips to your neck and shoulders. "You've been misbehaving all night. Dressing and acting like a slut. Practically offering your body to any undeserving male. If you want to be a whore, then you can be my whore."

A hand slid beneath cotton of your clothes.

He teased your slick flesh, "See how quickly your body reacts to me?"

Your head was spinning, not really processing what he was saying. But you felt good and you wanted to keep feeling good. His unruly hair tickled your nose. You giggled. He latched his lips around your breast, teasing your nipples. One with his tongue, the other with his thumb.

The heat between your legs was becoming unbearable.

"What are you going to do to me?"

He lift his eyes to look up at you, "Such a forgetful thing. I'm gonna pound into your little pussy until you forget that any one besides me exists."

You whined in confusion. Your memory fuzzy on what led up to this moment. Had you brought him home?

He carefully continued to tease your sensitive body. Biting at your thighs and pressing against your soaked panties.

...

"Tell me who you belong to

...

"I'm never letting you get out of bed. I gotta make sure I keep my desperate whore in her place."

...

...

"Are you begging for my cum? Such a greedy little bitch."

...

"Spread your legs, let me see how pretty you look when you're stuffed with my cum."  *flash* "so pretty. You wanna see how god I take care of you?"

...

"Make sure you keep behaving once we get you home. If you misbehave I'll have to hurt another one of your friends."

#yandere x reader #yandere bnha #yandere shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #yandere mha #Smut

[painsandconfusion-moved-shoo]

Flash Photogrpahy

(tw: stalking, noncon photography, possibly implied kidnapping threat)

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Whumpee tossed and turned all night. Their nerves were electric, over sensitive and sleep deprived. The mattress pressed sores into their joints no matter how they laid.

Every time they started getting comfortable and drifted off, their mind jolted awake once more. They’d gasp, sitting bolt upright on the soft mattress, glancing around the pitch black room, sure they had seen a light.

“Shitty fucking traffic…” they muttered, getting up over and over again to draw the curtains more closed - eventually resorting to literally pinning it to the wall with masking tape to cut out the intrusive light. Hot, angry tears of frustration poured down their cheeks as their hands trembled, trying to get the tape to lay properly.

They were so tired. So fucking tired.

The kind of tired that sends tremors down your limbs. The kind of tired that leaves your eyes twitching and makes your lungs burn with salty tears. Tired enough to scream.

They resented themselves for being such a light sleeper. Anything would wake them up. Anything at all. The neighbor in the next apartment over getting up to use the bathroom. A slight drop in temperature. Their goldfish nibbling the surface of the water. The fucking traffic. Anything.

They were used to sleeping in their family’s quiet, still home in middle of nowhere. No light at all. No sounds but crickets. Peaceful. Blissfully dark. Safe.

They should never have come to the city.

Whumpee drifted off again. Just barely letting their heart rate drop before the light came AGAIN. They sat up, immediately sobbing, pressing their palms to their eyes.

Why couldn’t they just fucking sleep???

They ripped the blankets away from their legs again. They gritted their teeth and slapped at the nightstand, feeling for their phone in the dark. Once they found it, they hurtled it across the room so it couldn’t light up with notifications. They reached over further, dangling off the bed, and yanked the lamp chord out of the wall for good measure. They could feel the metal banding at their forcefulness but they could not care less at this point. They just tugged and pulled until it popped free.

Hot, itchy tears dripped steadily down their neck, soaking into their t-shirt. They did a mental scan of the room. No more electronics.

They tossed their watch under the bed for good measure even though the face didn’t light up unless you pushed the button. Whumpee collapsed into the mattress, tucking the blankets up to their neck, using them to swipe away the tears they couldn’t stop. Slowly the drifted…

And AGAIN.

Again they jolt awake, gasping for breath.

“What the FUCK.”

They stumbled through the dark, reaching up for the light bulb. It was ice cold, but they unscrewed it anyway, tossing it on a pile of laundry.

They flipped onto the bed again, clutching their pillow with their whole body, shuddering and sobbing into the pillowcase.

Sleep. Fuck, they just wanted to sleep.

Finally.

Blessedly,

They drifted off. Out cold.

.

They woke up the next day, not knowing what time it was.

Their room was shockingly dark. They were alarmed for a moment before remembering they had taped the curtains to the wall.

Whumpee sat up, rubbing their swollen, sensitive eyes. They felt like they hadn’t slept at all.

Swallowing a new round of tears, they forced their legs over the bed. They just needed coffee. Coffee would fix everything, then they could take a nap or something.

The rummaged around the room, looking forward their phone. They found it on the ground by the wall, cracked horribly across the screen. They pressed the power button, but it stayed dark. Completely nonfunctional.

Real smooth.

They sighed, yanking the tape off the wall and pulling the curtains back. Light flooded the room, singeing their sensitive eyes.

Whumpee turned and made their way to the kitchen.

Coffee.

Coffee fixes everythi…

They stopped, frozen mid-step.

Fear trickled cold down their spine as they stared at the fridge.

Photos. Photos of them.

Sleeping.

Dozens of Polaroids slapped onto the fridge with little magnets.

Them sprawled out. Clutching the blanket. Curled up into a pillow. Hiding under a blanket. On their side. On their back. Dozens of them. The flash lighting up the room, showing every detail.

They instinctively reached for their phone, but it was dead in their hands. Useless.

One photo in the center of the sick collage had marker crawled across it: “You’re so cute when you sleep. I can’t wait to see more.”

.

(tags: @prisonerwhump, @mabledonut, @whumpawink, @heathenwhump, @paleassprince, @distinctlywhumpthing)

#I’m supposed to be cleaning #oops #this was supposed to be a 50 word concept #sorry not sorry? #stalking #stalker photos #sleep deprivation #kidnapping threat #kinda? #that’s where this is going #frustration #whump #Whumper #creepy Whumper #yandere Whumper #my writing #whump scene #whump drabble

[marism-tr]

tags organized by type + trigger warnings (tw) used listed at bottom:

general (yes, these are twice track titles)

about me - i can't stop me☆

answered asks - knock knock☆

blog rules - the story begins☆

collabs - fanfare☆

commissions - likey☆

daily life - the feels☆

inspiration - heart shaker☆

memes - alcohol free☆

network/server -  dance the night away☆

nsfw - notsfw🌹

queued - queue me up☆

reference/resource - scientist:themes | writing | languages | life | tumblr☆

replies - signal:name☆

self-care/self-reminders - feel special☆

self-reblog - one more time☆

self-ship - i fancy you☆

series masterlist reblog -  what is love?☆

tag/ask games - yes or yes☆

commissions - likey☆

updates/boosts - breakthrough☆

by fandom content: prefix (fandom abbreviation e.g. tr, jjk, kny, bnha, hq)

tr angst

tr art

tr chara_name | 3+ charas: tr various | bonten | toman | black dragons | tenjiku | valhalla | tr bonten trio | tr pet shop trio

tr fluff

tr hurt/comfort

tr meme

tr revenge

tr smut

tr series

au: band | college | fantasy | social media | sugar baby |

au: street racer | athlete |

dom!reader

CW list alphabetized (not all these are but could potentially appear in the future)

cw A/B/O

cw blackmail

cw breath play

cw breeding

cw car sex

cw corruption kink

cw daddy kink

cw dumbification

cw exhibitionism

cw fear play

cw filming/photography

cw humiliation

cw hybrid

cw group

cw impact play

cw mommy kink

cw monsterfucking

cw overstimulation

cw pegging

cw pet play

cw public sex

cw poly relationship

cw size kink

cw squirting

cw somnophilia

cw threesome

cw virgin reader

cw virginity loss

cw voyeurism

TW list alphabetized (not all these are present on the blog but could potentially appear in the future)

tw belly bulge

tw blood

tw character death

tw cheating

tw cnc (consensual non-consent)

tw dark content

tw discourse

tw dubcon

tw drugs

tw drugging

tw flashing image

tw gore

tw guns

tw incest

tw kidnapping

tw mental health

tw mentions of death

tw murder

tw noncon

tw pregnancy

tw stalking

tw stepcest

tw toxic relationship

tw violence

tw yandere

#☆the story begins

[demonmocns-archive]

block tags by going to settings > general > filtering.

these are my most commonly-used trigger tags and not a comprehensive list. if you don’t see your trigger represented, feel free to send me an ask and i’ll let you know which tag i use for such content. 

triggers may not always be called out by myself on a post but will always be tagged. please be proactive and block your triggers if they cause harm to your wellbeing.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ matters of consent ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

#tw dubcon // situations where consent isn’t clearly expressed or given through questionable circumstances. 

#tw noncon // situations where consent is not given, whether it’s not expressed or reader/character clearly states the terms no or stop. any cnc (consensual noncon) is always tagged as noncon to be safe. 

#tw noncon photography/#tw noncon filming // self-explanatory. situations where pictures or videos are taken without knowledge or consent. 

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ dark relational themes ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

#tw yandere // any themes of yandere relationships.

#tw toxicity // any themes of toxic behavior or toxic relationships.

#tw obsession // any themes of unhealthy and obsessive behavior.   

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ matters of unorthodox morality ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

#tw pseudocest/#tw.incest // self-explanatory. 

#tw age gap // any age gap relationships. always occurs between two consenting adults but the age gap is usually dramatized.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ fantasy ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

#tw monsters // sfw content involving inhuman characters.

#tw monsterfucking // nsfw content involving inhuman characters.

#tw hybrids // content involving animal-human hybrids, most commonly catboys.    

#tw a/b/o // all themes of a/b/o dynamics. 

#tw medical // any themes of medical malpractice or abuse of power in medical settings.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ bodily fluids ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

#tw piss // umbrella tag for watersports. 

#tw lactation // umbrella tag for lactation.  

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ dark things ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

#tw violence // umbrella tag for any mentions of violent behavior. 

#tw gore // umbrella tag for any depictions of gore, involving injury, body horror, etc.

#tw death // umbrella tag for any mentions of death or murder. 

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ hard kinks ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

#tw predator/prey // situations where one character is the “predator” hunting the other, “prey”.

#tw impact play // umbrella tag for slapping/spanking/impact with toys/etc. 

#tw somnophilia // situations where sex is initiated while one character is asleep. 

#tw sadism/#tw masochism // umbrella tag for heavy themes of sadism or masochism. involves pain play. 

#tw anal // umbrella tag for anal sex/rimming/anything involving the butt. 

#tw degradation // umbrella tags for degrading situations or dialogue. 

#tw rough handling // umbrella tag for rough sex and generally rough and mean treatment.

#tw breeding/#tw breeding kink // former is used when pregnancy is implied, the latter is used when it’s moreso a dialogue piece. i recommend blocking both if it’s a trigger.  

#tw dacryphilia // umbrella tag for crying during sex, whether it’s intentional or incidental. 

#tw knifeplay // situations where a knife is involved during sex. 

#tw humiliation // umbrella tag for themes of humiliation. 

#demonmocns tag guide

[blahkugo]

I have some thirsts! Been thinking about drug dealer teru having a folder/group chat with his friends specifically for sharing videos or pics of girls they've gotten super fucked up. Shit's categorised too lmao, shared folder would be broken down by type of drug the girl's on and maybe even names if some of the girls get passed around 😗 is this too hardcore????

⇅TW: noncon filming / photography, drugs, manipulation, corruption kink, general toxicity

i really think drug dealer! teru is grimy enough to do it. some of his friends are more up front about their grossness, but he’s truly fucked up because he loves to pretend he’s the ‘nice guy’. he’s disgusting, but naive, soft girls are simply his type— and they always fall for it.

mans has got a major corruption kink if u ask me. he can’t help it! he loves the stretch of virgin pussy around his dick, loves the way their eyes roll to the back of their heads because they’ve never felt pleasure like this. mostly, he loves seeing their tear-streaked faces, the look of utter disappointment when they realize he’s not who they think he is.

grimy!teru = the worst of the worst

#teru.thirst #teru teru #anon baby #bright & early and y’all got me h word for WHAT?