#tw:gangbang

[hotwings0203]

now we need a part 4 with izuku and bakugo on what happens next to the poor reader 😩✋🏼

Aight imma do a two for one here so MASSIVE BET

Tw:noncon, gangbang

When your hand reaches the doorknob, you know something is off only half a millisecond before another large hand settles itself on your wrist and another one caressing your side.

You freeze immediately at the voices that croon and snarl to you.

“Open the door quietly and we don’t have to make this any more difficult than it’s already gonna be.”

“God, you smell so good. You still haven’t changed your shampoo even after all these weeks huh? I like it.”

Your hand starts to shake and your body starts to sweat as you wildly try to find a way out of this situation. The voices sound eerily familiar, with one being higher and the other more aggressive and raspy, but you don’t dare turn around to locate the faces.

One of them seems to be catching onto your hesitation, because your wrist is crushed underneath a hard grasp and you cry out softly as they growl.

“Open. This. Fucking. Door. Right now.”

It takes a good 15 more seconds to jimmy the lock open, and once you do all three of you go tumbling in.

You whip back around to see both men standing over you, merely watching you with crossed arms and equally perverse leers.

“D-deku? Bakugo? What’s going on?”

Deku practically bounces on the balls of his feet, itching with inappropriate anticipation for what’s to come.

“We wanted to play with you! Are you ready? You can’t fucking ignore me anymore!” His voice is cheery as always but it breaks when he curses, the strains in his vocal cords sticking out while he forces himself from holding back.

Bakugo steps forward.

“Didnt I tell you I was gonna come again for you, you teasing cunt? Didn’t I say to watch your back? Now look at you, sprawled on the floor like rapetoys should be.”

Both men start slowly uncrossing their arms and advance towards you.

“No-no please, why? I didn’t do anything to you! Deku, please!” You blubber as you scuttle backwards, their strides equally as long.

You continue evading them as they play around with you.

“Oh, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words. ‘Deku, please.’ Although, I’d very much rather you moan it for me.” He has the audacity to blush, and then Bakugo interjects.

“You deserve this y’know, so don’t start crying now. We haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet.” He spreads his hands and his uncharacteristic grin stretches from ear to ear, his vermillion eyes flashing in the dim light of your dorm.

“Anyone whose stupid enough to not realize how this creep has been sniffin’ your panties for months-hell, maybe even years now should get raped. You’re so fucking stupid, you didn’t realize I was protecting you from him.”

“But now look at you. Alone, afraid, vulnerable…oh, and going to the bedroom. You really are an easy slut, huh?”

Deku’s eyes light up when he realizes you truly are unknowingly backing up into the bedroom, but you realize it too late.

It’s only after Bakugo’s words come out that you try to look for a detour for the lock-induced bathroom, but Deku has a different idea.

Out of pure excitement he laughs and sprints towards you, hands outreached to touch your pretty skin, mouth open with drool softly filling the tile below him and eyes bloodshot with lust.

He looks like a creature from hell, and in the pure terror of watching him come at you like that your plan to detour was thwarted and you mindlessly trip back over your feet onto the bed, scrambling as far away as you can from them to the headboard.

You look to your left and quickly seize your bedside lamp, raising it above your head.

“Domt come any closer you closer perv. God, I shouldve known you were fucked in the head. I kept trying to make excuses for you, I thought you were my friend-“ you break down in sobs as the green haired man continues looking at you like you’re a piece of meat, absentmindedly wiping his hand across his mouth.

“And you,” you point to Bakugo who bares his teeth and smirks madly, “I already knew you were the embodiment of hell, but I thought you had a limit of how low you could stoop. You didn’t protect me from shit, you forced your way inside of me day in and day out.”

“Well now that your useless little monologue is over, Deku, tie her legs to the posts. I swear Y/N, you’re making this way too easy for me. It’s almost boring, I already know what I’m gonna get.” He raises his eyebrows at you while he lets his minion do all the work for him, goosebumps racing up his arm at the sight of you screaming and fighting tooth and nail against your fate.

But at the end of the day, after all your curses and sobs and monologues, you’re no match for either of them, especially Deku, who cooes at you to scream louder while he caresses your face and uses nylon string to secure your wrists to the wooden posts. Your legs are also bound after Bakugo seizes them from kicking, and a gag is placed over your mouth by his hands.

He roughly taps the tape covering your trembling lips and smiles condescendingly down at you.

“You’re doing so well for us, rapemeat. Keep up the good work and try to spread those legs as much as you can.” He chuckles when you scream your lungs out, thrashing as he yanks your knees apart.

“Aw, Kacchan, can’t we take the gag off? I wanted to hear her in my ears,” he pouts and looks glumly at your writhing figure.

“No, how fucked in the head are you? Someones gonna come down if she’s hollering for the whole building to hear. And cut her clothes off, I’m getting impatient.”

It seems like Deku too was at his last fiber of self control as his hands shake equally as much as yours, except for an entirely different reason altogether, the opposite reason of yours in fact.

He fishes in his back pockets for something, and produces a glinting steel knife with a black handle.

You still immediately as his descends his hands to the top of your v-neck shirt, right above your collarbones. His eyes fog up as your satiny smooth skin comes in contact with the blade, the coldness of the steel sending shivers down your spine and making you sob harder.

“Kacchan…did you ever get a taste of her blood? How does she taste?” He lifts his head to look into your tear-streaked eyes, but he addresses his childhood friend.

Bakugo snorts. “Calm down Toga, don’t get too crazy yet. We’ll have some more fun later, right now my dick is about to explode. ‘Need a hole,” he mumbles at the end and finally clambers onto the bed right atop your legs.

You stay absolutely silent as pressure from the knife rips the thin strands of your clothes apart, and Deku takes careful care to ensure you at least have thin red lines running down your stomach if not for actual blood.

“Oh fuckkkk,just look at her. You look good enough to eat…” he looks at you and licks his lips, salivating when you whine and twist at your restraints.

“Yeah yeah, you do whatever the fuck you want. Just choose what you’re gonna stick it in and hurry up.”

The blond looks bored almost as the more eager one whips to the side to face him.

“You mean it Kacchan? I can pick?”

They speak as if you’re not alive, no feelings or humanity involved. All you can do is watch and yell into your makeshift gag as the blond waves him off.

“Go for it. It’s your first time satisfying that sick head of yours, ‘must get boring doing it from behind a screen all the time.”

His slowly turns to face you, a kind leer etched across his features, eyebrows slanted and hand coming up to pull your ripped clothes apart.

You struggle and spit muffled profanities out as he slowly drags the bridge of your bra down, eyes wide open as your nipples pop out and eventually both of your tits bounce out.

He hisses and takes his nails up your stomach to fondle your breast. You can tell Deku’s too excited, too inexperienced from the way he handles them like stress balls. You grunt as his mouth latches onto a pert nipple, suckling and looking up at you as if he were some kind of demonic baby.

Bakugo watches all this with a dark glint in his eyes, absentmindedly palming himself as he watches the show unfold in front of him.

It’s entertaining seeing all of the creep’s hormones spiral out of control from years of pent-up lust. He’s never seen the dork so fired up and hungry, he’s never seen him so brutal with a civilian before, the type of people he used to say he’d protect at all costs.

After he’s done playing with your sore tits, he wasted no time in yanking your sweats off. You don’t even trash around anymore, the only thing you’re capable of in this state of terror and shock is weak moans and little sobs, maybe a writhe or two here and there.

Your panties are also torn off and you howl when the elastic cuts into your skin within the process. Bakugo takes this last stripping as an indication for him to move now. He lifts himself up on his knees and moves around your head while Deku situates himself between your violently twitching legs.

“I’m gonna take the gag out now. If you scream or pull any funny business I’ll plug your pussy and your throat with this knife, got it?” He snatches the weapon from the bed and waves it dangerously close to your face.

You nod frantically and try to turn your head to the side, but he yanks you back into place and decides to have his own fun.

While Izuku hurriedly takes his own shorts off the hothead slowly takes the tape off your mouth, staring down at you with unblinking eyes. The knife which you’re so afraid of is traced around your own squeezed shut eyes, down your cheeks and around your lips.

But the horrified trance on which he keeps you in is broken when Izuku suddenly shoved his entire length inside your dry cavern.

Luckily Bakugo has enough foresight to slam a hand over your howling mouth before the entire building can be woken up, and he glares at the sheepish-looking man down the bed from him.

“Are you a fucking virgin? At least rub her clit or something so she doesn’t go hollering at every thrust you damn nerd!”

The man between your legs winces and rubs the back of his neck, chuckling nervously.

“Oops, sorry, got a little carried away there.”

He doesn’t pull out, he merely thrusts slower, trying to fit his fat dick inside your unwilling cunt.

A string of curses leaves your lips and you grimace as the pain becomes near blinding.

Bakugo looks down at you again, the knife forgotten.

“No teeth either.” Your breaths come out in little frantic pants when his bare cock springs out of his own pants.

He taps the leaking purple tip on your lips and you open hesitantly. There’s no point in resisting anymore, they’ve got you quite literally cornered.

“Wider, slut,” he snarls, and you do-but only because Deku’s paps get more aggressive, causing your mouth to fall open in a long whine.

The blond takes this opportunity to slam his length down your throat, groaning around when he sees your throat swell with his bulge.

You immediately start gagging and trying to pull at your restraints for air, his heavy balls rest right on top of your nose and you feel like you’re going to pass out.

You can barely hear him over Deku’s animalistic grunts and whines. He’s going way too fast, as if he’s possessed by your pussy. It numbs you, taking away some of the pain in a flip side.

But on the other end of your body, you’re desperate for air while a fuzzy ballsack paps against your nose and eyes.

Each sadistic stroke he puts inside of you widens your sore esophagus, bringing bile up sometimes and large amounts of saliva too.

He’s not as loud as Deku, but he’s equally as greedy with your holes.

Your body literally hovers up almost in midair as Bakugo thrusts in and lifts his hips up, taking your upper half along with it and Deku does the same unconsciously, trying to fuck up into your womb.

It’s an exact replica of a perverted spit roast, with both of them catching each other’s rhythm and slamming inside your holes at the same time.

Your clit is suddenly rubbed inexpertly to the point of overstimulation, and the incoming sob forced out of your throat warps into a pained scream.

The vibrations of your scream makes Bakugo cum suddenly with a hoarse groan. He doubled over your body and gnaws at your bouncing tits, licking and teething at them the same way his counterpart did.

The sight of copious amounts of cum being leaked out of your filled mouth propels the green-haired man to whimper and shove himself back in one more time, hitting your cervix and causing both his and your eyes to roll back.

He cums too, but both men keep their semi-hard cocks inside of your aching body.

You don’t know what’s worse, having both of them by your side or both of them inside.

#bully bakugo #weird little incel deku #creep deku #mha #bnha #mha smut #deku smut #bakugo smut #tw:noncon #tw:gangbang #yandere bakugo katsuki #yandere deku #yandere bakugo x reader #yandere bakugo #yandere izuku #yandere midoriya #yandere katsuki #bakugo #deku #bakugo x you

[shhhh-im-secret]

hi hi this is very dark so please ignore if it makes u uncomfy but like oikawa beating the shit out of reader and fucking her battered body for hours and tying her up in his basement to let his friends have their ways with her also please add heavy degradation if you're fine with it

It’s a bit dark,,so I changed it up a bit but kept the overall theme I guess, basically getting ganged on by Oikawa, Iwa, Mattsun, and Makki. I really hope y’all like it, being honest this was a a hard write for me.

Tw:noncon, degradation, physical abuse, Dacryphilia, mentions of drugging. I hope you enjoy !!

You’re head was throbbing, vision fuzzy and unfocused, there were muffled voices above you, and a burn between your legs, “ I think she’s wakin up” Makki groans, his grip on your leg tightening, as he drives his thick cock into your velvet walls. “Awe is she~ let me see,” a rough hand yanks your head up, suddenly alert your eye fly open and you let out a shriek, as a camera is pointed right at your face “wakey wakey~” the singsong voice coming from none other than Oikawa, before letting go, allowing you to fall back to the floor.

“W-what’s going o-on!??” Hands reaching down trying to push Makki away, “s-stop, g-guys, w-why” you question groggily, eyes darting fearfully, spotting Mattsun, and even Iwa, standing close, both had their cocks out and were looking at you like prey. “Oh, honey, don’t you remember?” Oikawa asks, hand cupping your cheek, before swiftly smacking you, “ you earned this when you thought you could flirt with other guys, not keeping your drink safe”, the strike has your face burning and ear ringing, “you were so easy to drug” he motions for the other two to move forward, Mattsun quick to snag the spot nearest your mouth, smirking as he probs your mouth with the bulbous head “ you wanna act like a slut we’ll treat you like one, little manager” he chuckles, pinching your nose hard enough to bruise when you refuse to open up, the pain and need to breath catch up to you, you try to turn your head but it’s too late, Mattsun shoves his cock into your mouth and down your throat, tears sting your eyes and cheeks as they run uncontrollably.

You feel Makki pull out with a groan, warm cum pounded deeply inside of your cunny, still hard he lays on one side, arm hooking under your leg as he lines up with your ass, Iwa moving to replace him, your thrash wildly, scream of protest silence my mattsun’s fat cock, his hips twitch,shoving it deeper down your throat, “ugh, keep makin her scream like that,” he says hand holding your head still as he fucks into your throat brutally. Makki and Iwa share a look and thrust in at the same time, your scream causing mattsun to spill deep in your throat, with a load growl, you’re forced to swallow before he’ll pull out, once he does you gasp for air, tears running freely as you sob.

Oikawa sits back video camera in hand “see little manager, you’re all ours and after today everyone will be able to see why?” He cruelty teases you, everything hurt as the two other men pounded your lower half roughly, but Oikawa want you to hurt more, he saunters up dropping to his knees cock out and ready, one hand holding camera the other laced in your hair lightly,, handing the camera to Iwa, he smacks your face with his cock before forcing it down your throat, slapping you hard any time you gag on him. Iwa takes great film, the image of Makki and his dicks disappearing inside making his lose his mind.

Your face was slick with spit and tears, aching hotly, Oikawa gripping your hair tightly as he pummles your throat with his cock. One of you legs is hooked on Iwa’s shoulder as he fucks into your gummy walls, a hand pinching your clit as he sinks his teeth into the skin of your thigh, your body jolts, cunt squeezing hard, “bite her again,” Makki goads Iwa on “dirty bitch is about to cum” he groans out, shoving deeply into your ass only to sit and grind roughly. Mattsun nods, sinking teeth into the tender skin of your tit. Screeching around the dick in your mouth as he draws blood, cunny spasming as a shameful orgasm washes over you, more tears leak from your eyes. “Ahh~ fucking slut!,” Makki growls as he spills hot cum in your ass, Iwa quickly following cumming directly against your battered cervix. Finally after seeing the other men’s fluids leaking from you abused body, Oikawa spills in your mouth, pulling out to cover your face with the rest. He rubs the cum into your skin before slapping hard one last time. “You’re ours now little manager, just accept it” their cruel laughter bouncing off the walls of the bare basement that was your prison cell now.

#no proofreads. I die with honor #tw: noncon #tw: drugging #tw:gangbang #tw: degradation #tw: physical violence #tw: dacryphilia #haikyuu smut #oikawa smut #iwaizumi smut #mattsun smut #Makki smut

[one-of-the-original-few-blog]

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"Yaxley, you know, as Death Eaters go, you’re a pretty alright guy. Glad we know each other and shit. Wanna go out and gang rape some young girl?"

#tw:gangbang #tw:rape

[hotwings0203]

Deadbeat husband Touya is in between jobs since he got fired he just stayed at home all day watching videos while you go out and work your ass off and he expects you to clean the house and cook for him when he has his friends over they get to watch how good of a whore you really are

Tw:implied gangbang, noncon, abuse of beer bottles

When you open the door, you don’t expect to find Natsuo, Hawks, and Tomura leering in the entrance. Touya completely ignores your pointed grimace and shoved you away from the door to greet his boys and whoop obnoxiously.

In barely 15 minutes time, you’re assigned to kitchen duty for the dishes and cooking, your usual place even when there aren’t unsavory guests here.

“And get me a beer while you’re at it.” You cringe as Touya slaps your ass while you walk away. You can hear Hawks and Tomura guffaw behind him and make crude comments about the sway of your behind, but you know better than to say anything. The last time you voiced your complaints about ou were strapped to the bed for 7 hours with vibrators wound tightly around your clit and nipples.

But your silence on the way to the kitchen is not appreciated, and you hear your husband’s sign of annoyance before the ruffle of the couch sends shivers down your spine.

You try to quicken your pace but to no avail, because in the next second your hair is yanked back at a painful angle and he’s hissing into your ear so close that his spittle and hot breath washes over the shell of your ear.

“Did you just ignore me? What the fuck did I say about not answering me when I talk to you?”

All his friends are turning around and watching with great interest. Even Natsuo has halfway turned even though he stays silent unlike the other two who murmur with appreciate at Touya’s grip.

“Sorry honey,” you grit out instead of whipping around and slapping him. You know you can, but Touya doesn’t take kindly to your rebellion. He doesn’t take kindly to any kind of your refusal, actually, and it’s taken months for you to get that through your thick head through trial and punishment.

“Yeah, that’s fuckin’ right. I’ll forgive you, just ‘cause you’ve got nothin’ else goin’ on in your little head apart from cock and getting off. Isn’t that right honey?” He shakes your head like a rag doll and ensures that his voice is loud enough to continue the show for his friends.

Eventually he gets bored of staring you down and ripping strands from your head, so he lets you go with a smug hmph and tosses you towards the kitchen.

“You see that? That’s how you deal with a dumb slut. ‘Swear she’s got nothing in there. I think I’ve seen her stare at the wall for hours until I told her to get her lazy ass up and go make herself useful.”

You want to tell him that the only reason you stayed perched so serenely on your shared bed is because you had to talk yourself out of lighting the house on fire with him in it.

It wasn’t even the fact that he didn’t have a job anymore, it was the fact that he didn’t even try to apply. He just complained loudly about having the same food for three days straight, none of which he cooked, mind you.

You seethe as your fingers grip the beer bottle and you jerkily move back to the living room, where the boys now invest their energy into playing COD and yelling at each other to cover one another.

They haven’t even been here a full half hour but you can already smell the musty socks and cigarette ash wafting from the carpet. Various clothes are strewn across your expensive coffee table and your own belongings are cast aside as if they were the real trash.

None of them notice you coming in but when you cautiously set down the bottles as silently as you can Touya’s head turns towards you.

He’s not playing this round, merely watching the rest of the boys slaughter each other, so his attention is solely on you. There’s a weird little grin that lights up on his handsomely devious face when your wary eyes meet his.

When he reaches his hand out towards you, you’re already shaking your head and backing away, dread coursing through your blood. Whatever he’s up to with that expression can’t mean anything good for you.

“Hey, hey, c’mere babe. Why you backin’ away from me?”

And at this, the game is paused and four sets of eyes are on you and your wildly shaking hands.

“Uh, nothing, just forgot something in the oven! I gotta go check on it-“

But you don’t back away in time-he lunges towards you and tackles you on the couch behind you.

Touya sniffs the air dramatically. “Hmm, that’s funny. Can’t smell anything cooking. You lying to me now? Man, I knew these guys were a bad influence.”

He cuffs his brother on the back of his head and grabs your other wrist, pinning it down next to your head and shuffling forward to straddle you. His crotch grinds against your mound and catches your clit, making you gasp and jerk underneath him.

All around you the air is filled with vicious laughter and lewd remarks about your position, about your teary eyes and bucking hips. The worst comes from your husband himself, who looks down at you with strangely twinkling eyes that hold an inappropriate amount of affection for you.

Or maybe it’s just lust.

His head gets lower and lower to yours as his friends cheer him on to violate his terrified wife, and his leer gets wider and white teeth and white hair blend into one big halo.

“Touya-“ you grit out and try to get his hold to relinquish, but he merely twists them at an always angle until you howl and cease your struggles.

“What are you doing? Let go!”

“Nah, I wanna play with you. You’ve been avoiding me and my friends and that’s rude. Whaddaya say guys, should I teach my baby some lessons on hospitality?” He’s mere inches away from your scrunched face as Tomura, Hawks and Natsuo agree with him excitedly.

“Fuck her up!”

“Man you gotta prove all that bullshit you’ve been spewin’, how she calls you Daddy and shit-“

“Is her pussy loose? If it’s not then that means you’ve got a small dick Dabi, not that I’d be surprised.”

“Only one way to find out chicken brain,” he seethes and starts pushing you down to the ground.

“Dont!” But it’s futile. His hands slither down to your pants and start shoving them down along with your panties.

“Natsu, be useful for once and hold her hands still. Don’t look at me like that, just fucking do it pussy.”

You wildly turn your head to his younger brother and plead with him silently to not give into his brother’s lecherous wishes.

But he does exactly the opposite, and your wrists are held steadfast next to your head while his own uncomfortable focus is begrudgingly moves to your now-bare cunt.

Hawks whistles and absentmindedly wipes Shigaraki’s chin from drool. “Goddamn, you really weren’t lying. That shit looks good enough to eat.”

He slaps your slightly wet pussy and you cry out in frustration.

Touya snickers and lifts you up so that you’re on all fours and squishes your cheeks together in a mocking coo.

“You’re doing so well honey, it’s almost like you were made for this. Tomura, hold her cheeks open.”

Tomura all but dives headfirst towards your ass and pries your asscheeks apart so wide your hole opens and closes.

The rest of the boys have a field day with that and roll around laughing up their lungs.

Tears of humiliation prick at the corner of your eyes and your throat burns. You know he’s just putting on a show to impress everyone, you know he’s going to come back at the end of the day and pout and whine until you accept his halfhearted apology and gaslighting, but you just can’t seem to forgive him when he blows the top of a beer bottle clean and starts circling it around your clit.

“Holy fuck, she’s liking this!” Hawks crows with glee and watches with rapt attention as Shigarakis nails embed in your flesh and tear your ass apart even further. Touya aligns the open mouth of the bottle to enclose around your clit and presses up so that the bud swells against the pressure.

You mewl and throw your head back while your legs shake at the sensation. The men quiet down in awe of your reaction, as if you were some sort of perverse toy for them to experiment with.

All you hear is the thudding of your heart for a beat or two before Touya swallows and says in a low voice, “Keigo, get the other bottle.”

You absolutely thrash and scream as loud as you can for them to fucking let go! But you should’ve known after a reaction like that, they’d just want more.

With your husbands guidance, the blond directs another beer bottle towards the gash in between your legs. Your ass hurts from how unnecessarily tight Tomura’s stretch is, but all your complaints go out the window, all your efforts to dismantle their hold on your body is met with slaps to your face, ass, cunt, and tits.

Natsuo starts to hesitantly lift your shirt up despite your yelling, and Touya laughs and claps him on the back.

“There we go! Finally, you’re having some fun right?”

In response, your tits are sprung free from the confines of your bra and mauled painfully.

While your nipples are prodded, poked and pinched, Keigo starts pushing the mouth of the bottle inside you.

You start to sob earnestly now, pathetically seeming out Touya’s touch to soothe you. You were scared, bluntly put, of these men, of these objects being forced inside you, of the cruelty they showed you, and by god if the scariest figure here was your husband, then you had no choice but to seek mercy from him.

“Touya,” you blubber and seek him out beside you, “Touya please, it hurts, I’m s-sorry, don’t put it inside me, please.”

For a moment his brows furrowed and you could swear a look of concern passes his face…but then the neck of the bottle is finally pushed through your gummy barriers at the same time the other bottle is ground out against your clit.

And you moan. Oh, you moan so loudly Touya wonders if you’ve ever made a sound like that when he’s fucked you.

He sees red. He’s proud of you for satisfying him and taking it like a big girl, but fuck, did you have to show off that much?

In response to all the whoops and groans coming from the now-hardened group of guys, he grasps your chin and gives you a dangerously soft look.

“Dunno why you’re complaining, you’re moaning like you’ve never taken anything up that slutty pussy before. In fact, if you like it so much, why don’t we all fill you up so that you get something out of this too?”

His tongue darts out and trails from your jaw to your lips and slobbers disgustingly all over the lower half of your face. It’s less of a loss and more of a primal instinct to claim you with such levels of testosterone infesting his house.

His house that you bought with your hard earned money.

“Keigo, push it further. Apparently she’s not satisfied with 4 inches.” He clicks his tongue and Keigo gladly obliges.

Your body convulses as you leak out fluids from the sensations bestowed upon your unwilling body. A cold liquid floods your cramped canal and with a horrifying jolt you realize the bottle isn’t empty. Beer tickles your walls and causes bile to rise up in your throat. It sloshes out every time Keigo withdraws his hand, and as soon as he does Tomura experimentally wriggles a finger inside your asshole.

“Yeah? You like that slut? I know you fuckin’ do, s’why you came walking in here like you were begging to get fucked. I’m sure you’re glad you’re finally putting that ass to use now, huh?”

Natsuo manhandles you onto your back and pulls his cock out. He presses your tits together and starts inserting his length in between your cleavage.

Your sight is blocked by his balls dangling above your face so you can only assume the one who seizes your wrists in turn is Touya. The bottle is being pulled in and out of you at a rather rapid pace and your asshole has some warm fluids being dropped on it.

All around you are penises erect and rubbing up against your body, and all around you are grotesque grunts and panting filling your ears.

It’s hard to differentiate which one your husband is, because he assaults you and belittles you equally as much as the rest of the men you with your body.

The only differentiating factor is a soft finger caressing your wrists, a testament that the man sworn to love and protect you is still above you, watching and protecting all that you cry out for.

#dabi #dabi smut #tw: noncon #tw:gangbang #mha smut #bnha smut #toxic dabi #scummy dabi #Touya #touya todoroki #toxic Touya #yandere dabi x reader #yandere dabi #dabi x reader #dabi imagine #mha dabi #bnha dabi #bnha touya #mha touya

[hotwings0203]

Yandere Dabi or Mr. Compress as pirates or aliens same anon.mind control nsfw for aliens. But for the pirates they capture a angry siren princess?

Tw:noncon, gangbang implication

When you’re lugged up in hard wiry net, you’re furious.

When you thrash and turn out of the water, different voices jeering at you, you bare your teeth back and let out a shrill scream that makes them cover their ears and yell at you to shut the hell up.

You take one last look at the blue ocean beneath you, and you swear the waves are reaching up in a farewell salute.

Your body is tangled in fishing net, some of it cutting into your arms, some of it into your now/forming legs. You don’t beg them for mercy. You’ve seen jellyfish with a worse sting than this whole situation.

But when the crew goes quiet, and they part like the Red Sea for their captain, you got silent too.

For the most abominable pirate stands before you, in all his black clothed-glory under the setting sun, a black hat tilted low on his face so that you couldn’t see all of it except for weird burnt patches around his lower face.

He wore a black trench coat with white engraving on the sides, a white ruffled shirt underneath the accessory. His boots had bits of actual skulls where his laces should be, and something tells you to keep quiet when he pulls out his sword.

He brandishes it before you and laughs when you flinch back, hissing in retaliation.

“And what have we here, boys? A little fish out of water?” The blade goes under your chin and tilts your head up, his own cocking to the side and scrutinizing your wet, naked body.

“Put me back, you vile bastard. I’ve done nothing to you or your crew. You’re in my waters-“

“-is that right? Well, why didn’t you say so?” He grins and lifts his head up. You finally see his face, half of it covered by spiky white hair with black tips, similar to the flag their ship proudly waves.

He steps back and spreads his arms wide. “Well then, little minnow. Go on, swim away!”

The brute laughs when met with your incredulous face.

“I’m serious! If you own these waters like you said, I’m sure you’ll have no trouble leaving this ship.”

You say nothing, but stare at him for a minute more before slowly entangling yourself, eyes never leaving his smirking form.

You’ve gotten through one tedious knot before you feel your legs being pulled tightly away from your body, as if someone were trying to take your lower half off.

You cry out and land on your hands. When you whip your head down you see one of the men fisting his hand around a stray clump of wires and pulling experimentally.

“Stop! What’re you doing?” You try to choke out but your wrists are pulled in the same fashion to the point where you feel your oceanic ichor being cut off from circulation.

Three, four more areas across your chest, up your bare cunt, around your throat are pulled this way and that, your limbs being eagle-spread.

You can’t even use your voice to sway them from torturing you, all you can do is let spittle fly out of your gaping mouth as your face slowly begins to flush in color.

The sea breeze casts its gentle hand across your ruddy cheeks as you see spots.

A seagull flies above you and hovers for a moment, contemplating helping its princess before seeing one of your fingers twitch in the opposite direction, an order to keep it moving.

It flies away, and a lone tear runs down your face.

The captain slowly walks in between your open legs, turning and shaking his head at you.

“What’s wrong princess? I thought you were so big and bad, weren’t you gonna show me who runs these waters?” He nudges his tie against your fleshy cunt and you shakily inhale.

“F-fuck…y-y-“

He clicks his tongue and the knots around your pussy and tits squeeze harder, the material rubbing uncomfortably against the sensitive areas.

All you can do is gasp for air as he unsheathe his sword again and taps it on your clit. The men around him are practically salivating as they watch the show.

You’ve never been so degraded, so humiliated before.

Captain Dabi hawks up some saliva and expertly spits it right onto your bound tit, exactly on your swelling nipple.

The crowd cheers as he takes his hat off and bows, leering at you as hands descend and start rubbing it into your slippery flesh.

With one flick of his hand, he grants his men permission to do as they please, and with a general roar dozens of limbs begin etching their mark onto your body.

He leans against the banister and smiles at you handsomely.

Everyone is shouting and grunting for a turn on your sob-wracked form, but you can still hear his gravely voice.

“Tell Mother Ocean she’ll get her precious daughter and land back when I’m dead.”

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