#tw: nonconsensual pictures

[rootbeerrex]

we have GOT to stop normalizing photographing people in public because I just watched the girl sitting in front of me take a picture of me, delete it, take another, more zoomed in one, and send it to four different people. this shit is awful.

#tw nonconsensual photography #actually insane #I just say there in shock for like 2 minutes #because she wasnt even in the picture at all #i get that sometimes there are people in the backgrounds of your pictures #but she just. intentionally took a picture of only me #i dont even know this girl at all

[yandere-daydreams]

tw - dub/con, afab!reader, cockwarming, medical malpractice, nonconsensual drug use, manipulation, unbalanced power dynamics, and obsessive behavior.

[commissioned piece. donate to palestinians in gaza here.]

“It really is a shame to lose such a lovely patient.

His hand drifted from your thigh to your hip, rocking you back as you tried to squirm away from him. He was too deep, too big, and you’d been sitting on his cock for too long. Whenever you tried to shift your weight, though, the arm wrapped around your waist would tighten its hold and drag you back into place, leaving your ass slotted against his hips and your cunt struggling to clench around his base. You didn’t know how long he’d kept you like this, but it must’ve been longer than an hour, if not two, three, four. Despite your foggy senses, you could feel slick dripping down your thighs, an empty void in the pit of your stomach where pleasure should’ve been. You could remember hearing that Harper was a good doctor, but that couldn’t be right. Doctors weren’t supposed to make you feel so bad.

“I mean, I know it should be a doctor’s goal to see their patients off as happy and as healthy as can be, but—” He paused, sighed, and you could picture him rolling his eyes, feigning wistfulness as he let out an airy chuckle. “Good, obedient patients can be so rare, especially in a town like this. I’m allowed to mourn the loss of my best charge yet, aren’t I?”

You felt him twitch inside of you, and in search of a distraction, your gaze fell to the collection of papers fanned out over the desk in front of you. You knew you were supposed to be reading them, but the text seemed so impossibly small, and your last round of medication was still clouding your senses, making it hard to focus on much of anything beyond the throbbing in your core, the feeling of his cock stretching you open despite your body’s best attempts to force him out. You could recognize the phrases, signal out words like ‘unfit’ and ‘dependent’ mixed in with the rest of the benign text, but when you tried to put it all together, none of it made sense. It was all you could do to check the boxes Harper pointed to, sign your name on any dotted lines that hadn’t already been filled by his. You could only hope that, when you finished, he’d let you stand up, get off of him, go back to your cozy room with its nice, soft padded walls. You couldn’t imagine having to sleep in his office, again.

“And you’ve been so cooperative, too,” he went on, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. You felt his lips against the shell of your ear, then your cheek. “Always taking your medication, always following your treatment plans, always coming to our little sessions with an open-mind – the pinnacle of an ideal patient. Honestly, sometimes I think I could tell you to stick your hand in a vat of boiling water, and you’d do it with a smile on your face. All for the sake of your recovery, of course.”

It was him moving, this time – shifting forward until your stomach was pressed against the blunt edge of his desk and he was all-but draped over you, his body pressed flush against yours. You let out a pitchy whine by way of protest, but Harper didn’t seem to notice, only humming as his hand found yours. “Almost done, little mouse. Just one more page.” He was practically cooing as he took you by the wrist, guiding your hand to the bottom of the final page. Two thick, cutting lines occupied most of the available space, his neat signature taking up the first. He brought you to the second, almost daunting in its vacancy, his index finger tapping against the back of your hand. “You remember your name, right? Can you write it for me?”

It was so hard to think, to stay awake, to try and remember a time where he hadn’t been planted so deeply inside of you. “If…” you started, only to trail off. You blinked once, then twice, and did your best to force your tongue to move. “If I do, can I go home?”

Usually, Harper hated it when you talked about the orphanage, about school, about home. You hadn’t meant to, you just wanted to go back to your room, and you moved to correct yourself, to promise that you didn’t want to be anywhere but this hospital, his hospital before he frowned and prescribed you another electrotherapy session, another dose of the small, white pills that left your thoughts blurred and your body hot. But, anything you might’ve been able to spit out died with a breathy laugh, a peck to the corner of your jaw. “Of course,” he purred, rocking his hips gently against yours. “Sign, and I’ll take you home tonight.”

For the first time in weeks, you felt yourself start to smile. Hastily, smudging the ink more than once, you scrawled your name across the brutal line, dropping the pen and going slack against Harper as soon as you were finished. There was another open-mouthed kiss to your throat, then the dip of your shoulder, and he dragged you back onto his lap with a playful squeeze to your thigh, a grin pressed into the crook of your neck. You squirmed unabashedly, now, your hands  graspingly weakly at the arms of his chair in hopes of pulling yourself to your feet, but Harper held you tight. “Where do you think you’re going, little mouse?”

“I need to— You said I could go—”

“Just give me another minute, darling.”

His cock pulsed against the walls of your cunt, and you felt something break open inside of you.

“I want to appreciate this moment before we get you to proper, brand-new home.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #degrees of lewdity #dol #harper the doctor #dol harper #harper x reader #yandere harper #dol harper x reader #yandere drabble #yandere degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity imagines #yandere dol #dol imagines

[apollodarling-writes]

thinking about task force 141 + könig with a gen z! reader.

tws : some suggestive themes but nothing explicit, cursing, ghost has no problem with the reader slapping his ass pls don’t mistake it as being nonconsensual

edit : it’s come to my attention that some of you are confused as to why i made a post like this. this post was made to be satirical and cringey and embarrassing. i am part of gen z and using the terminology that was all the rage in recent years to make something like this. it’s not a serious post. it’s made to appear the way it appears.

reader, walking past soap : youre looking very submissive and breedable today, johnny.

soap, shaking his head and tutting : i am not!

reader : big talk for someone within breeding distance.

ghost, trying to make a cup of coffee :

reader who takes notice of ghost’s ass and slaps it : god damn! i knew you had jiggle physics

ghost, slowly setting down his cup and turning his head : i’m giving you a five second headstart.

reader realizing they fucked up : oh shit.

reader knocking on price’s office door : knock knock! can i enter, captain price?

price, trying to finish his stack of paperwork and knows reader is up to something : …sure

reader : this is a vibe check! what do you think of this?

price, glancing between the picture and reader : … its nice.

reader whose eyes light up : you, my good sir, have officially passed the vibe check and that is why you’re my favorite captain.

price, exasperated : im your only captain.

ghost talking to soap : johnny, you ever feel… lost?

reader suddenly appearing with stress balls and plushies : here, these help me! this weighted stuffed animal hits different, so i recommend it personally.

ghost :

soap : where the hell did you even come from??

reader posing for a picture with the team before a mission : and everybody say “in our special ops era”!

the team, sullenly : in our special ops era…

reader : damn guys, this lighting is doing wonders for our dark circles.

könig trying to carve something for reader: hmm.. this side looks a little bit off…

reader bounding over to könig : heyy babygirl!

könig scrambling to hide it : scheiße, i thought they were busy!

#könig cod #cod konig #cod warzone #cod ghost #cod price #cod captain price #captain john price #cod #cod hcs #cod incorrect quotes #gen z reader #cod x reader #cod x you #cod x y/n #cod x gn!reader #konig x reader #konig x you #konig hcs #konig headcanons #ghost x y/n #ghost x you #ghost x reader #price x reader #price x you #price x y/n #john soap mactavish #soap cod #soap mw2 #soap x reader #soap x you

[valeskafics]

"Just A Taste" - Larys Strong x Targaryen!Reader

a/n: request from @asumofwords,

Summary: Larys Strong is a man who gets what he wants.

TW: DUBCON, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, innocence kink, corruption kink, thigh riding, foot fetish, foot worship, oral f receiving, pussy slapping, overstim, nonconsensual voyeurism

Word Count: 2,200 words

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️

You may be the only person in the Red Keep who has looked upon Larys Strong with anything other than pity in your eyes. Every time you approach him, you smile at him with genuine kindness, greeting him sweetly, even going so far as to curtsy. Larys often wonders to himself why the realm has named Rhaenyra its delight when the true jewel of Westeros is you, her lovely younger sister.

“Good evening, Lord Larys,” you say, that musical voice of yours making him stand a little straighter as you approach him.

“Good evening, my princess,” he bows his head, “You look ravishing as always. May I escort you to supper, Your Grace?”

You laugh softly, the sound making his stomach tighten, “You flatter me, my lord. I will not be dining with my family and the others this eve. I plan on dining alone in my solar. Thank you for your kind offer.”

In your words, the second Strong son senses an opportunity. A chance to dine alone with you…

“Would you consider letting me have the honor of dining with you this evening, my princess? I could entertain you with a few riddles or witty tales, perhaps some poetry in your honor?”

You smile at him, taking his outstretched arm, “I would be glad for your company, my lord.”

The two of you walk, Larys feigning humility, bowing his head before meeting your gaze once more, his eyes hiding something sinister behind them that you cannot quite place, “As you wish, my lady.”

The two of you eat in your solar, seated opposite each other, discussing all manner of things, whether it be history or politics. Larys knows that there is something you mean to ask him, resting just at the tip of your tongue, something that he, as the man who knows all the happenings about court, would know.

“What can I do for you, my princess?”

“Lord Larys,” you say, your voice soft and hesitant as your dinner is served, “I understand that you have quite a bit of knowledge on what happens in the Keep, what with your father being my father’s Lord Hand.”

He gives you a small, knowing smile and nods, “Yes, my princess. That is correct.”

“I have heard a rumor and I hope that you might tell me if it is just that. A rumor,” you meet his gaze, the picture of beauty and innocence as you make your request.

He raises an eyebrow curiously before speaking, his voice kind but with an underlying hint of menace, a darkness about him, “You need only ask,” he rests his hand over yours, leaning over, fingers stroking the back of your hand, “And I will provide the answer.”

You fluster slightly at his touch, something that does not go unnoticed by him, as you speak, voice shaking slightly, “I have heard that my father wishes to betroth me to Lord Jason Lannister. Do you know if this is true?”

His expression does not change as he traces the shape of your hand, his touch lingering as he speaks softly, “You are a smart woman my princess,” he moves to sit beside you, resting his cane on his other side, fingers moving to brush a strand of hair off your face, “You already know the answer to your question.”

Your eyes flutter shut at his touch and Larys knows he has you right where he wants you. He moves his hand to caress your cheek, squeezing every so slightly. He is just just a master of secrets, a purveyor of knowledge in this moment. He is also a man who hungers for someone he should not. Someone above his station, someone sweet and innocent, and so very ripe for the taking.

“But Father knows I do not wish to marry him,” you say quietly, “How can he do this to me? I have been a dutiful daughter… A good princess…”

Larys chuckles darkly, leaning in to whisper in your ear as he continues his manipulation, “He does not care, sweet girl. He sees you as a tool to be used to benefit him. He does not care if Lord Lannister treats you properly or if you are happy with him.

Your eyes go slightly glassy as you try to hold back tears, a sight that makes Larys’ cock stiffen with excitement. What a pretty little expression that is. He wonders if he could truly make you cry.

“But I have never even kissed a man and he wants me to…”

“You deserve better, sweet princess,” he coos, traces your cheek with his thumb, moving to your lower lip, “Much better.”

Your breath hitches slightly at the feeling of his thumb, “I do not know what to do… I feel so lost…”

Larys leans closer, murmuring, “Tell me what you want. What is it that would make you happy?”

“I do not know,” you whisper, biting your lip, drawing his gaze to your mouth, imagining it wrapped around him, “I do not know.”

“Perhaps I can be of assistance, sweet princess,” Larys offers, his gaze moving down to the swell of your breasts, how they strain against your bodice, as if begging to be touched by him, tasted by him, “Let me serve you.”

You swallow thickly before speaking once more, averting your gaze, “It is getting quite late-”

“It is not, my lady. I shall call for some tea, yes?”

His voice is tender as he speaks to you though there is a slight edge to it, something you cannot quite see, something that makes you feel uneasy, as if you know you should not trust him too much but cannot help yourself. He draws you in.

“Yes,” you whisper breathlessly.

“You are wonderful, my princess.”

Larys stares at you with a mixture of sweetness and desire and something else, a slight wildness that makes you unsure whether you should stay or not. But it is that edge that is so alluring, so seductive. The promise of danger hidden just beneath his unassuming surface. What could this man do to you? You are not entirely sure, but you cannot resist the temptation to know more. You feel as though all of your breath has left your lungs at the way he stares at you.

You whisper breathily, “Thank you…”

Larys keeps his eyes on you as the tea is served, watching as you drink. He admires the curve of your neck, the line of your nose, your hair, everything. You are the embodiment of innocence and he is transfixed by you, intoxicated.

“Speak freely, my princess,” he whispers back, caressing your cheek once more, his voice low and dangerous, “What is it that you truly want, that you need?”

“Everyone treats me as a little girl but I am a woman grown,” your voice is shy, demure almost as you speak, “I wish to be treated as a woman. By a man.”

His hand moves to your neck, fingers tracing over your throat as he promises, “Consider it done.”

You lean into his touch, his eyes and smile lacking all the softness and kindness from before. His touch is harder now as he stares into your eyes. You gaze up at him with sweet doe eyes that make him want nothing more than to ravish you right then and there. But you are the princess, and if he wants his plans to come to fruition, he must be smart about this. He must restrain himself a little while longer. He inhales your scent, so tantalizing.

“I can do whatever you ask, Princess. Just ask and it will be done.”

“Will you kiss me, my lord?” you ask, voice slightly timid.

Larys smiles at you, making sure the two of you are well and truly alone before pulling you to him, pressing his lips to yours. His kiss is ravenous and hungry like a wolf’s. He revels in the feel of your soft, pillowy lips against his, the sweet little moans you let out as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, moving it against yours, hands grasping your hair, tugging ever so slightly.

When you finally pull away for air, your eyes are hazy and unfocused as you murmur, “Oh my-”

And he pulls you back in, biting down on your lower lip, loving your soft cry as he moves his hands beneath your skirts, feeling the soft flesh of your thighs, squeezing slightly. You whimper at the feeling, rubbing your thighs together, desperate for friction. He pulls you onto his lap, chuckling at the way you grind your hips against his thigh, the little pants you let out as he kisses your neck, biting at your delicate skin, leaving his marks behind. He grabs your hips and moves them faster and faster, bringing you closer and closer to the peak that you are so desperately chasing. He watches your face twist in pleasure, eyes scrunched shut as you get closer and closer. You may be the princess, but here it is he who holds power over you.

“Let yourself go, little one,” he coos, “Let yourself go.”

You cry out his name, clinging to him as you reach your peak, just from grinding yourself on his thigh. You feel so very depraved for this, nothing like the gentle, innocent princess everyone knows you to be. Larys inhales your scent once more, before gesturing for you to sit up on the table in front of him. You move on unsteady legs to do so, watching as he moves to sit on his knees and removes your shoes. Your eyes go wide as he traces the arch of your foot with his finger, admiring you. For some reason, seeing the way he gazes at them makes you desire him even more.

“May I kiss your royal feet?”

You nod slowly, throwing your head back as his tongue traces the arch of your foot. You feel that familiar stirring between your thighs as you feel him worshiping your feet, moving to suckle at each of your toes. You cry out his name, begging for more, loving the feeling of his tongue, how it tickles you and yet there is something so very erotic about it that makes your arousal pool between your thighs. Larys has you at his mercy, loving the strangled little whines you let out as he takes each of your toes in his mouth, one by one, then switches to your other foot.

He watches as you move your hand between your thighs, touching yourself with those delicate fingers, and he can hold back no longer. He grabs a knife from the table and cuts open the bodice of your dress, watching as your clothes fall to the wayside, your breasts visible to his greedy gaze. He tosses the now ruined gown aside, pulling his chair closer to the table. He spreads your thighs apart, gazing at your bare, wet cunny with a sly grin.

“What a wanton little princess we have here.”

You shiver at his words, yelping slightly when you feel him land a light slap against you. He watches as you squeeze around nothing, admiring the sight, thinking how pretty your little cunt will look when he spears it open on his cock. He lands another slap, watching you thrash about like a bitch in heat. You let out a soft moan as he begins lapping at your folds, his thumb drawing circles on your pearl. You can do nothing but lay back and take the pleasure he’s giving you, your thighs shaking as he continues, his tongue moving in and out of you, dragging along your walls. And when your peak comes, he does not stop, no matter the cry you let out of his name or the way you try to squirm away from him. He continues mouthing at your cunt like a man starved, fucking you with his tongue, bringing you to your peak once more.

And when you think he is sated, he instead moves to take your pearl in his mouth, pushing three fingers inside of you. It is uncomfortable for a moment but then you feel the way he begins pushing them in and out of you, rubbing against a spot deep inside you that you didn’t know existed. Tears stream down your face as he suckles at your pearl, fucking you with his fingers, over and over until the coil in your stomach snaps and you reach your peak on his lips again. 

He finally pulls back and moves to stand over you, glancing over at the door, speaking in a low, measured tone, “Your Majesty. As you can see, the princess has been soiled. I will not take her virtue, I will do that at our bedding ceremony. After all, we must be wed.”

Your eyes widen in horror and you grab your dress, covering yourself when you see your father standing at the door.

Yes, Lord Larys Strong is a man who always gets what he wants.

And with just a taste he’s become addicted to you. He can scarcely wait for your wedding night, when he gets to claim you.

#larys strong x reader #larys x reader #larys strong x you #larys x you #larys strong #my writing #larys #larys oneshot #targaryen!reader

[cupidsdivinity]

tw: yandere, implied sexual content, nonconsensual touching, manipulation.

yandere!jock who steals your textbooks and keeps them just out of your arm’s reach.  with his height towering over yours, there’s no way you’ll be able to get them back.  but maybe if you give him a kiss he’ll return it before the bell rings.

yandere!jock who tells all his friends on the football team that you’re dating.  sure, you aren’t officially dating (yet), but he likes you and you like him.  and that’s good enough.  right?

yandere!jock who kisses like it’s the only thing he knows how to do.  he’ll kneel down to your height, hands caressing your flushed cheeks and press his lips onto yours.  doesn’t matter if you’re in the hallways between passing periods or in the privacy of his room.  he always has a way to show off that you’re his.

yandere!jock who never respects your personal space.  there’s always a hand trailing your thigh or maybe an arm wrapped around your shoulders.  he’s not subtle (or apologetic) about it either.  whenever you’re in line for the cafeteria, his hands will wander to feel the curve of your ass before placing it on your waist and pulling you closer to him.

yandere!jock who hates your friends and purposely tries to cut them off.  sure, going to that concert with them might be fun, but won’t you help him study for the chemistry exam?  he needs to keep a 2.3 gpa to stay on the football team, plus he’s the star quarterback!  you wouldn’t let him down like this, would you?

yandere!jock who likes to keep a picture-perfect image of your relationship.  he can be dumb, but not dumb enough to realize the damage to his persona if you told someone what really went on behind your relationship.  whether it be threats or manipulation, he’ll do anything to keep you as his lover.

#cupidsdivinity #cupids.fic #yandere x reader #yandere oc x reader #oc x reader #x reader #yandere #yandere!jock x reader #jock x reader #yandere blurb #yandere fic #yandere imagines

[starlitheaven]

MOONFLOWER — m.list

summary. hot girl cheerleader doing hot girl cheerleader things in college. that includes fucking your hot group project partner, having an art major become obsessed with you, finding out your boyfriend is a serial killer, and starting a cult with your serial killer boyfriend and incubus boyfriend.

pairings. geto x reader, geto x reader x gojo, nanami x reader

note. these can each be read as a standalone, but in my room can be read to understand duality better. if you’d like to read them all, they’re in chronological order to the timeline of this au!

: ̗̀➛ BURNING DESIRE — NANAMI K. TBA*

: ̗̀➛ DIET MOUNTAIN DEW — GETO S. TBA*

summary: while grieving the loss of his soulmate, suguru believes that he’ll never fall in love again—until he sets his eyes on you. ♡

no curses au, college au, stalking, male masturbation, nonconsensual picture taking, voyeurism, panty sniffing, obsession, geto-centric, mentions of grief, tags TBA

: ̗̀➛ IN MY ROOM — GETO S.

summary: you had excused your artist boyfriend’s absence until you’re given reason to believe that he may be cheating on you. blatant disrespect is something you won’t take, so you set off to off confront him. turns out, suguru is actually a murderer. all that matters is that he isn’t cheating ♡. 8k

no curses au, established relationship, brief descriptions of murder, blood, brief alcohol consumption, knife play, exhibitionism, dom/sub dynamics, slapping, subspace, blood play, come eating, tw gojo

: ̗̀➛ DUALITY — GETO + GOJO

summary: a human cannot survive being with an incubus, and becoming more than a human involves things such as making deals with demons. you and suguru would do anything to be with your boyfriend, your shared love. nothing, or anyone else matters. it’s all in the name of romance and love. ♡ 17k.

no curses au, college au, poly relationship, incubus!gojo, blood, murder, violence, manipulation, gaslighting, switching, threesome, double penetration, creampie, power imbalances, descriptions of oral (male receiving), come eating, slapping, somnophilia, derealization, blood play, pain play kinda, breeding kink, cults, a lot of blood, mentions of cannibalism

#been meaning to compile this au into a masterlist #will add to this when the others are done #be mindful of the tags for some! #it's dc but honestly not taken that way #geto x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader x gojo #nanami x reader #geto x y/n #geto x you #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #nanami x you #nanami x y/n #jjk smut #gojo smut #geto smut #nanami smut #jjk x reader

[the-undead-wizard-council]

HELLO TO ALL THE UNDEAD!

I, Apples the Opalescent, Skeleton Artificer and Lich of the Orchard, am forming a wizard council meant for undead wizards and necromancers!

Our goals will be the advancement of all the undead and all things spooky!

IMPORTANT: As this is a council of the undead, we may discuss themes of suicide and self harm, or at the very least willing death. I will try to tag these posts "tw suicide", so please filter if you need to.

IN ADDITION: In order to make this council welcoming, please do not include elements of nonconsensual elements/rape in these scenarios.

Feel free to apply via the askbox if you wish to join. If you are not undead already, the means will be provided for you. Please include a Name and Wizard Pronouns

Doot doot!

[Profile Picture ID: a doodle of a grinning skull in a wizard hat/end ID]

Members thus far:

Apples the Opalescent (they/she) My main: @opalescent-apples

Duskwalker Patt Born-Again (she/her) @skeleton-wizard-greyhound

Faye (she/them) @f4y3w00d5

Precarious Wizardry (she/her) @precariouswizardry

Emerson (He/They) @arsenic-alex

Boner the Skelewizard (any skeleton neos) @boner-the-skelewizard

David Smith the Diabolical (any pronouns) @davidsmith9582

Amadeus the Sordid (they/them) @pitbull-agape

Skull (they/them) @the-discerning-skull

Carlisle Bighuge, Genderfluid Wizard (he/they/her) @genderfluid-wizard

Puck Sprout (all unless stated otherwise) @softandwigglybones

Wizard Ghost (any/all) @wizard-ghost

#wizardposting #the undead wizard council #skeletons #wizards #necromancers #unreality #role play #ghosts

[zv5x]

i love your writings oh my gOSH you are genuinely such an amazing writer!

so get this.. i think eddie would so be into taking pretty pictures of his muse all tied up and gagged to post and brag about his sweet little treasure 🫣

"Partner Reveal!!💚!!" (Yandere! Riddler • GN! Reader)

This may be shorter than what I usually write (maybe?), but this is still such a cute idea! Enjoy a photo of me cradling the riddler tw // hostage situations , use of the yandere trope , nonconsensual touching , abusive and toxic relationships , livestreamed crimes , crime glorification from Edward's followers , yelling and mental instabilities

"The man known only as The Riddler has uploaded another video this morning, already garnering thousands of views within hours." An anchorwoman lamented, and the television cut to a video of a person tied and gagged, a gloved hand and a green sleeve showing up on the screen to forcefully rub and pet the victim's head.

"As of yet, the person in the video has not been identified, and anyone with information that will lead to their identification is encouraged to contact the Gotham Police Department."

Though your name couldn't be properly pinned to your face, your physical attributes were clear as day. Your captor made sure that you and all your glory was glowing in basking light, and that the narrative of your love was broadcasted for not only all the city, but for the whole world to see.

"Hello people of Gotham." Shoving a camera in your face, the man breathed so heavily, greeting whoever was watching his torturing of your mind. You felt like a brand new toy being put in an unboxing video, a creator and his fans gawking at the newest object to hit store shelves.

A hand reached out to cup your cheek, and you cringed and whimpered against your fabric gag. "This is the Riddler speaking."

He laughed under his mask, and you couldn't help shivering. You could tell he was smiling behind that damn mask of his, as his eyes moved in such a way where a smile would be the only explanation for it. "I know you've all been waiting to meet my partner, and here they are!" He grabbed your shoulder to hold you still as you struggled against the harsh glare of his camera, moving his arm backwards to give his viewers a better glance at your entire body.

Disturbingly enough, you were tied with shining ribbons. Such restraints being died with your favorite color, right down to the exact shade you preferred. Your gag was a shirt of his, and he made sure to tell you this as he stuffed it inside your mouth with such loving force. You were learned slightly to your side, and he made sure to brag about his handiwork as the camera moved over to show the viewers the large bow that tied everything together. You felt like a present, nothing more than a present for a deranged man.

"I know they don't like cameras, but-" He laughed between his words, his tone doing nothing to disprove the idea of him being out of his mind completely. "-but I just had to show you guys. LOOK!" The camera was shoved in your face as the man screamed at the top of his lungs, and you flinched back further than you have ever flinched before. "JUST LOOK!" He continued laughing, his voice muffled and distorted by the various layers of his mask. "Look at how cute they are..." His voice was unnaturally high pitched as he giggled against his words, singing what he was saying as if he was representing lyrics of love and adoration, rather than a disturbing obsession with an ability to take the lives of whoever comes across it.

"They're all mine too. They were such a bitch to get here, but I got them! They struggled so hard chat, you should have seen them...God, it was fucking adorable how they thought they could get away..." Squeaking as if he was talking about a small puppy, he continued to speak to his "chat" about the details of your abduction.

An innocent little angel, wandering around in a land of complete corruption, until he showed up. He had to clip your wings, he had no choice. He couldn't afford you leaving him, and the muscle relaxant did wonders for your transportation.

"They're home safe now." He said, rubbing your neck with disturbing intensity before moving up to cup your cheek. His touch made you sick, and you shut your eyes tightly to avoid the feeling of his hot gloved hands against your skin.

"Nobody can hurt them anymore." He flicked your forehead which earned him a whimper, and he thankfully removed the camera from your face in favor of turning it on himself. "I hope the people of Gotham sleep horribly tonight knowing such a precious being is no longer in their FILTHY GRASP, AND THAT THEY CAN'T CORRUPT THEM ANYMORE." Screeching once more, the camera shook violently, and many could hear the sounds of your muffled cries of fear from hearing him so enraged.

Giving a gentle wave, a friendly one that would be expected from a neighbor rather than a terrorist, he gave his viewers a good farewell. He said that now was the time for some alone time with his "darling", and you couldn't even be sicker at the thought of what he meant by that.

You were news for weeks, and it wasn't until next week that there was a new video for them to speak of. New torture, a brand new look into the depts of his insanity, right from the perspective of the man himself.

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I’ll Make You Pay (Angst/Smut)

Inexperienced!Dr. Julian Albert x Dark!Fem!Reader

Dark/Sex Pollen Fic (18+ MDNI)

Summary: Julian, lonely and looking for some company and attention, stumbles upon your profile on a popular sugar daddy site. You decide to go for it needing the money for drugs. What happens when you take a drug that makes you extremely needy with Dr. Albert, whom, by the way, has no money to pay to you?

Word Count: 5.2k+

A/N: Ya’ll see that gif thooo!! Kissing and neck cuffing. I love me some daddy Felton! Wrote this partly for myself because there aren’t many fics about Julian Albert and it’s so criminal.

TW/Warnings: opioid abuse, car sex, semi-public sex, touch starved!julian/touch-sensitive!reader, reader is a villain, slight OOC!Julian, fuck or die, unhappy ending, graphic language, DUB CON (via sex pollen), attempted sexual assault, nonconsensual drugging, mentions of sexual abuse, depression, self harm, suicide, and grooming, misandry and mistrust of men, age gap (Albert in 30s and Reader in 20s), breath play, hinted sapiosexuality, blindfolding with tie, sensory deprivation, small mention of British accent kink, light mommy kink, daddy kink, doctor kink, small orgasm denial, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, dacryphilia, use of handcuffs, hair pulling, scratching, biting, lot of saliva, one moment of light choking, p in v (unprotected), oral (m receiving), small dom/sub dynamics, reader sluts out Julian 🔥😩

You were once a good girl. Polite, well mannered, always smiling. Then, all that changed when you met your first boyfriend. You were 15 and He was 25. To you, it didn’t seem wrong. It was only love to you. In his eyes, however, he saw someone he could mold. Down the line you found yourself selling your body for him but whenever he’d reward you with drugs all the pain went away. Now all you cared for was chasing down that high again and again. The kind of high that nobody else could give you through sex or any kind of intimacy. To you, drugs made life worth living.

When you were finally free from your boyfriend’s clutches, you thought you could change again. Leading a life of sobriety, you even went back to school to complete your GED.

It was all pointless. You ended up right back where you were even without him in your life. Suddenly, you went back to chasing that high. It was a cruel sick joke that life spun on you. Countless times you’ve thought of ending it all and you’ve attempted to no avail. At one point, even found yourself in a hospital after downing a bottle of pills. A person who’d found you unresponsive in your car saved you from dying. You didn’t even get a name or seen a face. Call it divine intervention if you will.

Even experiencing near death wasn’t enough to stop you. You took Vicodin as if it were just one of your daily vitamins.

Your lifestyle was expensive, though. These drugs were eating away at your savings. Of course, this meant that you had to look for ways to fund your lifestyle but your sensitivity to touch wouldn’t allow you to go back to that life where you’d prostitute your body for money and drugs.

You put up a profile on this site for sugar daddies and babies to meet. You looked for ones in particular that didn’t want any sexual favors. You were fine with giving pictures, attention, praise but nothing as far as that. But men in this world always preferred sex. That’s all they ever fucking wanted. It made you angry. They all wanted to use you and your body then toss you to the side. Where the hell were the men that just wanted a friend to give money to?!

Then, you’re eyes landed on his profile. The perfect sucker: nerdy, slightly reserved, shy. He was just your type. He didn’t ask for sex all he wanted was an ear to be lended to him. Swiping right, you anticipated his response when the text ‘it’s a match’ pops up on your screen.

You’re giddy to know that you’ve gotten the match although a part of you thinks it was just some loser catfishing you.That was until you recieved a message from him. Your interest is peaked.

*Text Messages*

Hello! I’m absolutely elated that we’ve matched.

-Julian

Hi 👋 Yeah I’m happy, too. Especially since you’re so cute.

-Y/N

😅 I appreciate the compliment.

-Julian

So, is this your first time?

-Y/N

Yes, I don’t usually do this kind of thing. But I could use someone to talk to after a tragedy in my family. People would say a therapist is the way to go but if I’m going to pay for someone to listen to my problems, I might as well give it to someone I find pretty. In a way, I’m using my money to support someone who actually needs it.

-Julian

You rolled your eyes and gagged a little at that. He’s definitely not a smooth talker but this just confirms that he does not have much experience with girls. No way would he try to make a move on you.

I’m sorry about the tragedy you experienced. I lost someone in my family as a kid. My dad. I don’t remember him much though. Anyway, everyone copes their own way. Nothing’s wrong with how you chose to cope.

-Y/N

You wanted to come in for the close, guaranteed that in no way that you would be doing anything sexually with this man.

So what are you looking for? I know you’ve got it on your profile but I’d like to know the specifics

-Y/N

Just a mate to share my thoughts or ramblings with. That’s all really. No sex. I’m not very good at that stuff, anyway haha

-Julian

You stare at the message, a smile slowly creeping onto your face. He was just the guy you’ve been looking for in the past months.

I can be that for you.

Y/N

So that day, Julian planned for you both to meet the following day. When you met him in person, he was even better looking. Soft blue eyes, slick blonde, and beard that frame his face in way that somehow added to his soft features. When he smiled, you could tell it was genuine. It was bright and wide. You couldn’t believe how warm and safe you felt whenever he’s flash that 100 watt smile.

Twice a month, on either Fridays or Wednesdays, you’d visit his city and he’d invite you to his home. He’d rant about things you obviously didn’t care about. Historical facts, stories about his archeologist adventures, and even his time in CSI. Most days, though, you would talk through video chat or messaging but you would treasure the times when you got to see his face physically.

You hadn’t noticed it but over the 6 months your heart began to flutter whenever he’d get so excited to tell you something. He’s so happy when he speaks with you. So pure. All because he just wants to be himself without any judgment of his social skills.

Why did part of you wish to have the courage to touch him someday?

But there were times where he could be quite arrogant. He had a right to be, you guessed. He is incredibly smart, after all. He even made a name for himself without the help of his family’s wealth.

It was one evening, you were both sat on his couch when things began to take a turn in a way you would have never expected.

“I once despised meta-humans. They get powers and suddenly it’s list of big bads wanting to control the world. During the meta-human outbreak, i used to question, ‘Why? Why couldn’t it have been me to get remarkable abilities?” Julian takes a sip of his hard liquor. “If I were given powers, I’d save the world. I understand that power can get to some heads. But I know I’d be so much more different. I would stop bad things from happening.”

“When I was a little girl,” You began. “I wanted to be a hero. Then, life showed me otherwise. Sometimes…the world doesn’t understand the villains.” You clutched your knees to your chest, looking up at him defiantly.

“You don’t mean that. Sure, you’re angry at the world but that doesn’t mean you’d want to watch it burn.”

“But what if I did? This world’s the reason why my dad’s dead, why my boyfriend used me, why I’m a fucking addict.”

“I thought I recognized you from somewhere,” He sits up straighter, turning his body to face you front on. “You overdosed in your car one night. You were unresponsive. I took you to the hospital immediately, hoping you’d pull through. I’m sorry I hadn’t stayed with you that night. I just didn’t want to crowd you for your recovery.”

Your eyes remained wide, you were speechless. He was the reason you were alive. He thinks that you should thank him or something!

“I never asked to be saved.” You say through gritted teeth.

“Life is tough. I get it.”

“The hell you do,” You rejected. “Rich boy from England but somehow you understand what the fuck I’ve been through.”

“I lost my sister to illness. Maybe I don’t know all that you’ve went through but I’ve lost someone I’ve loved, too,” He says and you can tell he meant what he said.

“I’d do anything to see her again. I’ve had chances where I could’ve brought her back once again. Those chances meant dire consequences for everyone else. I had to learn to let go for the protection of our world. Sometimes love requires great sacrifices, great hurt, great trauma but that shouldn’t stop you from believing—” He places a hand on your knee in a moment of sincerity.

You quickly jump away and he immediately retreats his hand. “I do apologize.” He rushes to say.

“I have to go.” You gathered your things in a haste.

“I really didn’t mean to, Y/N,” He holds his hands up in surrender. “I respect your boundaries.”

“You don’t have to pay me for the night. I haven’t stayed the whole night so you’re off the hook. Goodnight.” You awkwardly bowed down, before walking out.

You made up your mind to relieve some stress driving to your dealer’s trap house with what little money you had, you brought a new drug he advertised to you.

“This right here will get you right. You snort it up and you’ll feel that high your looking for. Even the supers look for this. It’s called Supernova Spice.” Mickey says.

“I’m sold.” You say, examining the crystal blue powder in the little baggie.

“Yeah, just take it here. I don’t want you driving with that shit in your system. It’s your first time and I want you to be safe.”

You rolled your eyes. “I guess but you’ll have to line it up from me.” You smile and extended the ziplock bag to him.

He takes the power dumping it onto the table and making one big line for you and holds out the straw. You take the straw and just as you were about inhale it you look at him.

“You don’t wanna share the line, Mick?”

“Nah, I already had a line.”

You shrugged, snorting the substance. Soon as you did, Mickey began to caress your back. You froze, turning your gaze to him.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“You feeling anything yet.” His hand travels down your butt.

“Mick, y-you know that’s not okay. I know we’re friends but I’m not comfortable with those kind of touches.”

“You’ll love it.” He scoots over and tried to place a kiss on your neck. You push him away.

“Don’t touch me.”

“You’re gonna die if you don’t fuck me, bitch. Might as well give me some—”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

He doesn’t answer, jumping on top of you as you kicked and screamed. Then, you heard someone burst through the front door. Julian had found you, taking the disgusting assaulter and throwing him to the ground.

Mickey scrambles on the ground, trying to get up but ends up curling in a ball and groaning in pain. Julian ignores him, focusing his attention on comforting you.

“Are you okay?” He says, eyes as wide as saucers. He was really concerned for you.

“Yes.” You stand on your feet from the couch.

“Come with me. We’re getting you out of here.” He says.

You nod, following after him. The dealer calls out to you and you both turn to look at the pitiful man. “What about me? I’m gonna die. I took the Supernova Spice.”

“Supernova Spice?! The police will be on their way here anyway. They’ll get you the help you need. Y/N, we’re going.” Julian’s delivery is stern and you almost feel like you’ve seen some kind of dominant nature. So this was how he was like when in action. You shouldn’t have found that to be so enticing.

You get into his car and he immediately drives off, not saying a word to you, jaw clenched.

“How’d you know where to find me?” You say breaking the silence.

He doesn’t speak at first, keeping his eyes on the road. He’s angry.

“I said, ‘How’d you find me?’”

“I followed you. I figured you’d be making a trip to the dealers.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?”

“The man that just saved your life. Twice might I add,” He scoffs, glancing at you incredulously before donning a serious tone. “We need to get you to my lab. If what he gave you is actually Supernova Spice then you can be in serious trouble.”

“I’m not going anywhere further with you. Not until you pay me.”

“Pay you?! You were literally willing to spend all you had. I won’t allow you to continue this cycle of abuse on yourself.”

“You’re gonna fucking pay. You’ll pay for not letting me die and you’ll pay for wasting my time.”

“No.”

“Stop the car.” You demanded.

“I’m getting you to a lab.”

“I said, ‘Stop’.” You held your hands out in front of you.The car abruptly stops.

You look over to Julian who’s looking back at you, stunned. “H-how’d you do that?”

“Do what?” You asked, quietly.

“You said stop and the car won’t budge now.”

You look down your hands. You notice at the corner of you eyes, Julian went to reach for the walkie in his car only for the walkie to be practically dead.

“Y-you’re meta-human. How?”

“I don’t know. But I don’t care. Take me to back to Mickey’s place. I’m gonna kick his ass then take all his shit.”

“Y/N, you won’t do that.”

“I fucking will. I can do what I want now that I have powers. I will get my revenge. Just as I did with Dan.”

“Who’s Dan?”

“My first boyfriend. I’m sure I killed him. I never remembered how. Just blacked out then woke up and he was right in front of me, dead. No blood. No weapon. Doctors said he had a heart attack. But I dreamt that I was the one who stopped his heart. Now I know how. I didn’t recognize my power. My strength. Now I can hurt those who’ve hurt me. Starting with Mickey.”

“Power doesn’t equate strength.”

“Oh, yeah?” You challenge him, stretching out your hand and commanding your power. The car begins to rock back and forth violently.

“Just stop it!” He calls out.

You stop all movements, looking at him with a huge smirk on your face. “That takes strength to me. Drive.”

“I’m not taking you anywhere. I won’t participate in any form of criminal activity you wish to partake in. My friends know I should be heading over to the lab. They’ll come looking for me if they realize I’m missing. You’ll end up in prison.”

You swore your remembered he had some kind of affiliation with The Flash. He did work for the law enforcement so it wasn’t farfetched.

“I don’t think so,” You outstretched your hand to him and he flies out the driver’s seat onto the hard pavement of the empty street. He’s knocked out cold. “Goodbye, doctor.”

You hopped into the driver’s seat. Just you were about to speed off, you felt an overwhelming sensation coming over you. You were overheated, an aching throb between your legs. You groaned, knowing that the only person who could help you was this dork.

Finding a pair of handcuffs from his glove compartment, you latched them onto his wrists. Dragging him and hiking him up into the passenger’s seat. You entered the driver’s side, looking for a way to bring him back into consciousness but he’s already stirring awake.

He looks down at his wrists, eyes shifting to you. He seethes.

“What’s wrong with me?” You pant, the feeling was becoming unbearable. You squeeze your thighs together.

Julian notes your discomfort. Instead of assisting, he makes a tactless remark. “Like I’d help you. I’ve rescued a murderer. Twice. Christ, I’m shite at everything.” He dry laughs.

You feel yourself begin to feel faint, hyperventilating for air. He grows concerned for you understanding your symptoms had reached extreme levels of danger. Despite what Julian knows about you now, he couldn’t see himself letting you suffer.

“What’s happening to me?” You asked again, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Please.” You added.

He sighs. “You’ve ingested a highly potent dose of a drug known as Supernova Spice or …sex pollen. It raises your hormone levels at an alarming rate.”

“How can I stop this? It hurts so badly. I need…I need something.”

“If you let me, I can give you the directions to my lab. I can help you.”

“No, I won’t let you trick me. I’ll look for my own help. Give me your money,” You stretch your hand in his direction ready to attack again if he didn’t comply. “Now.”

“Obviously, I can’t reach it for it. It’s in my right pocket but you’ve cuffed me.”

You groan, understanding that this meant you’d have to touch him. You shivered at the thought. It’d been so long since you’d touched any man. 3 years exactly. You’d known Julian for 6 months but the thought of you touching him spooked you. You had to push that fear aside in a desperate attempt to leave before his reinforcements arrived.

Leaning over the console, you reach over to his right pocket. You were leaning over his lap. You can smell the scent of his cologne wafting passed your nostrils. The indirect touch of your fingertips scanning his clothed thigh for his pocket causing your stomach to tingle with want.

It’s dark. The only lighting being the streetlight you were parked under. You looked up at him. His eyes are dark and intense. The throbbing between your legs increases and your heart races. Instead of its mission to find the money, your hand grips his inner thigh hard. Right near the area you craved to have inside you.

“What are you doing?” He questioned, looking down at you confused. You ignored him crawling over and straddling him in his seat. At this point, Dr. Albert knew the drug had taken over your actions and soon you’d be in your final stages of the effects. Saving you this time would mean considering alternative options. A particular option he’d suggest, would worry him in how you’d take it. But Julian didn’t need to suggest anything because it seemed like you’ve already considered it.

You take his cuffed wrists, looping them around your body so that you were trapped in his embrace. You shivered once again at the touch of a man. A man whom you’ve desired for a while now too afraid to admit.

Now Julian is breathing hard, understanding where this would be going. He feels your lips ghosting over the sensitive flesh of his neck so exposed and vulnerable for you to bite. So you do. This earns a surprised moan from him. You smile against his neck. So, he liked pain.

Soon you were peppering soft kisses all over his neck. Your fingers entwined in his now messy hair. You didn’t recognize yourself. You’d gone feral, kissing, sucking, and biting at the flesh while grinding yourself on his lean thigh. Even with the barriers of your cotton underwear and his suit pants, he can feel your sopping wet core leaking through his khakis.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered in his ear between kisses. “I don’t know what’s come over me. My intention isn’t to force anything on you. But I just need you.” The last part came out as a whine.

Julian makes an attempt to speak but your lips soon cover his. You’re the opposite of your former self. A once touch sensitive girl, now all you craved was his touch.

You began to suck on his tongue, shifting your position so that now you could grind directly on his hard erection. He tastes like coffee. The kiss as addicting as the caffeine. Even closely addicting as drugs.

You’re deepening the kiss, desperate for more. Moaning and groaning, your sounds egged him on and he’d slowly lose his restraint.

The sounds of lip smacking and wet tongues wrestling fill the empty space of the car atmosphere. Putting his cuffed hands up and over again so that they were placed between your bodies, you brought them around your neck. You bite your lip at the feeling of his large, veiny hands squeezing around your delicate throat. If you weren’t so stubborn, you’d uncuff him and let him freely put his hands all over you. For now, though, you were glad relishing in this feeling. Was this what you were missing?

You suck his tongue back into your mouth, him groaning at the action. Julian didn’t know much of sex. He kept to himself, most of the time, and he’d been okay with it. Then, he met you and suddenly he began to question things but he knew it’d never happen between you. Now he’s eating his words. You were hungry for him and him only. He’s never had a woman aggressively begging to be fucked by him. But then again, she under the influence of the sex pollen something he had to remind himself of in order to pull away.

He almost felt bad when he saw the disappointed look on your face. “I know a way you can save yourself without us having to do anything. You can…masturbate. It won’t be much but it can help calm your stress levels before—”

“No,” You’re solemn with your words, whispering softly against his lips. “Please let me fuck you, Dr. Albert. If I don’t get to have you tonight…I’m not sure what I’d do.”

You had a ‘doctor’ kink. Interesting. Julian quickly shakes off this horny thought. “You don’t want me, Y/N. It’s only the drug. We can still get you some help.

“No help. Just you.” You popped the buttons of his shirt and they scatter all over the car. You also tear at the flimsy white undershirt. Then, you unlooped the tie around his neck. You needed to feel his naked chest on you. Placing wet kisses on him, his chest hair and the happy trial were doing wonders for you. It felt as if you need to feel every inch of him as possible to cure you of your pain.

You were scared at how vulnerable you allowed yourself to be. You’ve never recalled a moment where you were this affectionate with a partner. “I need your cock so bad.” You whine some more.

“Use me,” Julian says, giving in. He’s shocked by his own words. It was as if he’d received contact effects of the sex pollen. Just as horny and desperate for you as you are for. “Use me however you wish. I can’t say I’ll be any good but I can assist—”His words are cut when you began to blow on neck. He shivers.

Using his tie, you put it over his eyes. He’s frustrated at the idea that he’s not allowed to look or touch you but it quickly dissipates when he feels you sliding down his body. The clanking of his belt buckle and your heavy breaths fill the air.

You were on your knees in front of him, impatiently trying to free his large member from its restraints. When he’s freed, his cock slaps against his soft belly with a thud.

He was painfully hard and twitching in sight. The pink swelled tip of his dick leaking precum. You licked your lips at its beauty. You lick shyly at the tip earning a hiss from his lips.

A dangerous twinkle in your eye appears when you savor his taste. You were uncontrollable, wrapping your warm mouth around him; bobbing and sucking as if he were the world’s tastiest lollipop.

His moans are loud. He’s worried that should a cop pass by this road, they would for sure know what was going on. He can’t stop himself from raising his volume no matter how hard he’d bite his lip. The blindfolding only enhanced his pleasure. Not to mention he’s never had a girl go down on him. He’s always been the one to give never expecting in return.

All the built time of no sex would soon flood him. He was going to cum soon. You were relentless, sucking hard then softly. Then you’d swirl your tongue around the tip and occasionally scrape your teeth light on the base.

You gagged around him, playing with yourself with the matching the rhythm of his groans and your bobbing. Your moans sending vibrations to his dick. He throbbing against your tongue.

“Holy fuck! Mummy, I’m gonna cum.”

‘Mummy’. You loved the sound of that. His accent only adding more to your horniness. You wanted to ruin him for anyone else.

You couldn’t let him cum, though. That needed to be inside you. There will be plenty of times where you’ll allow him to cum in your mouth but something told you that he needed to cum deep within you.

You pulled away and he groans. You blow air on his chest letting him feel your breath tickling his skin. It was such a tease. You spit on his cock, jerking him in your hands before pulling down your panties and straddling him. Hiking up your skirt, you sink yourself on his hard length and the two of you let out a satisfying groan.

You began to bounce on his cock in a feverish frenzy. But in a desperate need to be close as possible, you resorted to grinding on Julian’s thick, curved cock instead. He thrusts up into you. All could do was feel the pressure of your walls constricting him deep inside you. You were so wet that you were positive you’ve stained his seats. The gushing wet noises emitting from your bodies causing more of your juices to flow.

“Fuck, you’re so bloody tight.” Julian says. His vocals are strained.

You uncuff and remove his blindfold in a hurry, still rocking into him. Instead of pushing you off, he wraps an arm around your waist, the other gripping your ass to guide you. You pull off your shirt and bra allowing your breasts to press against his chest. Your hardened peaks grazing against the hairy chest adding on to the pleasure.

The two of you are grinding hard to meet each other’s thrusts. You can feel the tip of his cock nudging against the soft spot inside you. You sink your teeth into his shoulders, one of your hands wrinkling his buttonless shirt in a fist, while the other scratched down his back.

“Fuck, you’ve got a big cock. You’re making me feel so good and full, daddy. Making me drip all over you.”

“I’ll cum if you keep talking like that.” He whines only to end up spilling inside you without warning.

You feel his hot spurts of cum, coating your walls. He’s whimpering as he clutches you close to him, orgasm so intense that tears pricked the corners of his eyes. It was so sudden, so unexpected. He’s embarrassed at the idea that he came so fast, looking up at you in shame. What he hadn’t known was…you actually found it hot.

“I’m sorry. I think I might’ve…,” He trails off, not wanting to meet your eyes. “It’s been a long time.”

You grind down on him again, your mouth returns onto his again as you do so. His soft length stirs awaken inside you again. Your hands tug at his hair. You’re kissing him so hard it felt as if his soul was being sucked from his body.

He’s sensitive from his release. A mix of pain and pleasure as you continue to rock onto his hard cock. You pull away from the kiss, breathing in each other’s air.

“It hurts.” He whimpers against your lips.

“You want me to stop, doctor?” Your hips moving in deep, shallow circles. Sloshing and squelching from your mixed juices louder than your moans. It was disgustingly hot.

“No.” His nails dig into the soft flesh on your ass.

Grinding so close against him, your clit rubs deliciously against his belly. You groan, sinking your nails into his sides to rut against him with added support.

You felt your orgasm slowly approaching. The aching you felt a while ago long replaced with a feeling of euphoria. You’re chasing your high, staring intensely into his eyes.

“I’m coming again.” He mewl, teary-eyed.

He hits hard against that button inside you and you see white, biting hard into his neck as you came. You were violently shaking, moan in repeated succession. A large puddle of wetness under you and all over him. You’ve squirted for the first time. Ever.

“Oh fuck!” He came deep inside you once again. The sticky white fluid dosing the fire that burned within you.

“Holy shit.” You whispered, still trembling as you rest your chin on his shoulder. You were breathing hard, reeling and processing everything.

He rubs at your back. You knew it was sweaty—you were both really sweaty—but he still managed to comfort you and you no longer felt the need to twitch in his touch even with the effects of the drug wearing off.

“This shouldn’t have happened.” He says softly through his light panting.

“I know,” You nuzzled in his neck. “You’ll turn me in. Won’t you?”

“I don’t think you killed your boyfriend.”

“But I did. I killed them all. All the men who’ve paid for my body, my boyfriend, and soon…Mickey.”

“I can’t let you do that.”

You pull off him already mourning the loss of him inside you. You’re back in the driver’s seat. You get dressed, sliding your underwear back on your body before his cum could leak down your legs. “Then, you’ll have to turn me in.”

“I can’t.” He says, avoiding your stare again and adjusting his pants and what’s left of his shirt.

“Why not?”

“Because I care for you, okay. I know we’ve only officially known each other for half a year but I just want to make sure you’re okay. I don’t think you’re evil. I think you’ve wanted to be rescued all along.”

“I’m not some damsel in distress.”

“You’re not. But everyone needs help. Even heroes. You were there for me. You listened to me when I felt as if I couldn’t live a life where I felt ignored.”

“Only because I was getting paid.”

“You didn’t care to take the money only during the times when you badly craved those drugs. I see that you wish to be good. That with the right connection, you could get better. You and I, need each other more than we’ve ever realized.”

“When you say that…it makes me believe you. Yet, I still have my doubts.”

“It’s okay, too, have issues trusting others,” His hand goes up in an attempt to touch your cheek, stopping himself when he remembered your preference for touch. You permit him, taking his hand and placing it on your cheek. “Put your trust in me. I can help you.”

You kissed his palm. “I…I can’t. I’m sorry.” You ran out of the car into the dark of the night, refusing to look back or you’d never leave his arms.

He’s stunned at your decision, unable to move. A whip of wind swarms around him. The Flash arriving. He’d just missed you. However, Julian missed you now and always.

#tom felton #tom felton x reader #the flash #the flash cw #the flash cast #julian albert #julian albert x reader #julian albert x reader smut #julian albert x reader angst #the flash x reader #the flash x you #barry allen x reader #the flash cw fanfiction #the flash fanfiction #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy angst #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter au #harry potter smut #draco malfoy x reader smut #harry potter x reader #dark!reader #dark fic #dr julian albert #draco malfoy #julian albert/alchemy #smutty fic #sex pollen #fanfiction

[teyvat-writer]

Yandere Stefano Valentini Headcanons

A/N: My heart says to work on the Genshin birthday fics but my dick says Stefano Valentini.

TW - murder, some gore, breaking and entering, stalking, nonconsensual touching, I think Stefano is enough of a warning in and of himself

You've never been a particularly artsy person, yet here you are, wandering around a gallery displaying the works of THE Stefano Valentini

You've heard quite a bit about him, mainly about his decline following the loss of his right eye and the descent of his "art" into the twisted and macabre

Considering this is seen as a "once in a lifetime" exhibition by many - even touted as such in the papers -, you decide you have nothing to lose

So here you are, drinking in the fine details and rich pigments of a large photo that nearly takes up a fourth of the wall- hands are intricately interlocked around the focal point of the piece, an eye

Deep crimson mars the hands, the eye's veins seeming ready to burst

"Lovely, no?"

The voice is deep with a rich accent, and you turn to its source.

The press wasn't lying about his looks. Even after the accident, he was still exceptionally easy on the eyes.

"Oh, uh, yeah, actually. I like the way the red pops out against the dull flesh."

"If only those philistine critics had such vision as you." He sourly muses. Without warning, he swiftly turns on his heel to you, taking your hand in his and laying a soft kiss on your knuckles. He looks up to you almost shyly, lips quirking into a small grin at your surprised expression.

"So, bello, what's your name?"

Of all the beautiful models he's worked with and slaughtered, you stand out among their uniformly smooth features and pretty faces. An uncut gem among perfectly polished ones, brimming with potential all the same.

How could a simpleton like you inspire such a fire inside him?

You leave the gallery later that evening, still reeling from your encounter with the eccentric artist- most would be flattered, smitten, even

But you? That experience was more awkward than anything

Unfortunately, Stefano didn't see it that way, given his arrogance

That combined with his newly forged obsession with you isn't going to end well

You can absolutely bet he's going to find out where you live, one way or another

He's also going to learn your daily routine

He has a safe that's full of pictures of you going about your day

You come back from work and you could've sworn you locked the door to your apartment prior to leaving but you shrug it off, chalking it up to being in a hurry

Why do your drawers seem a bit... emptier?

More models go missing, but by now it's nothing new

Unbeknownst to you, they were being used to erect an alter of flesh and blood to you

Flesh is neatly stitched together, sewn to a canvas, arranged in a way to mimic the shading in an image of you

It's framed by dismembered arms, still dripping blood

Stefano regards it as his best work yet, all thanks to you, his lovely muse

#Dark content #stefano valentini #tew2 #the evil within 2 #yandere x you #yandere x gender neutral reader #yandere x gn reader

[yandere-daydreams]

tw - modern!au, unhealthy relationships, obsessive behavior, nonconsensual touching, and stalking. written for a very lovely anonymous commissioner.

“I’ve been thinking about us, again.”

He was barely trying to whisper, his voice loud enough to earn several pointed looks from the people around you. You’d tried to put yourself at a distance from the rest of the class, to sit in a deserted corner of the near-empty lecture hall, but he wouldn’t have cared if you were in the first row. That was something you’d had to learn quickly about him – Kunikuzushi was shameless at the best of times, actively vitriolic at the worst. Your public humiliation wasn’t just a pleasant side-effect of his company, but an active goal he was striving towards during every minute you spent together.

“You don’t have to look so worried – if I was going to break up with you, you’d know.” You kept your eyes trained on the lecturer, your expression schooled to practiced disinterest, but his voice lulled like you’d broken into tears. You felt him shift that much closer to you – his thigh pressing into yours. “I just don’t think we spend enough time together. I know, I know, we’re both busy, but still. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were avoiding me.”

You were. Just last week, you’d spent two hours locked in your bedroom closet – lights off and knees pulled into your chest – because Kuni had somehow gotten your address and decided it would be a good use of his time to loiter on your doorstep and refuse to leave until you came out. You planned your day-to-day schedule meticulously to make sure it would never bleed into his, went out of your way not to have to go where you knew he would be, but there was only so much you could do to get away from someone willing to blow off his classes and skip work just to spend the better part of a day sending you candid pictures from one of his countless burner phones. You could only be thankful he was too caught up in his own delusions to ever let his obsession turn violent. Lashing out at you for never acknowledging whatever relationship he thought you were in would be akin to admitting you didn’t have a relationship at all, he would never do that.

He took up your hand, his fingers soon intertwined with yours. You tried, weakly, to pull away from him, but he only let out a breathy chuckle, his head soon resting on your shoulder. Compared to how he’d acted when you first met – standoffish, bristly, constantly on the verge of losing his temper – he was practically a touch-starved puppy, happy so long as he could sit in your lap and bask in your attention, positive or negative.

If only you’d ever wanted a pet.

“I don’t know why I can’t just come out and say it.” Another laugh, a playful squeeze to your hand. “I think we should move in together.”

You snapped in his direction, your knees jolting against the bottom of your desk and earning a few pointed glares. After mouthing a sheepish apology, you dug your nails into the back of his hand, keeping your voice as low as possible. “Kuni, I— I don’t think that’s—”

“Don’t think it’s practical?” Predictably, he cut you off. “I knew you’d say that. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be able to find the nerve to leave your apartment.” You felt his smile against the dip of your shoulder, then the crook of your neck as he nuzzled against you. “I’ve already handled it. By the time that moron—“ He rolled his eyes towards your professor. “—shuts up, everything should be taken care of.”

You felt something heavy and sharp drop into the pit of your stomach. “But, you don’t have a key—”

“I made myself a key a couple weeks ago – got tired of waiting for you to offer. I love you, babe, but you’re too timid for your own good.” His grin, pressed the curve of your throat. “You can thank me later on, after I’ve shown you our new place.”

His hand fell to your thigh, just a touch too high not to trigger some buried, primal instinct inside of you. You didn’t think, didn’t hesitate – bolting upward and tearing yourself away from him. Your chair scaped against the tile floor, your palms slamming against the desk, and in an instant, every pair of eyes in the lecture hall were on you. The professor scowled in your direction, his ire tangible. “Do you have something to say, (L/n)?”

You opened your mouth, but your mouth was dry, your throat suddenly swollen shut. Your gaze fell back to Kuni – his smile still wide and his eyes still so, so dark.

Wordlessly, you shook your head and collapsed back into your seat. As the lecture picked back up and all concentration was returned to the front of the rom, Kuni latched onto you once again, his hold twice as strong and twice as suffocating as it had been.

It was almost a comfort to know that, this time, there wasn’t anything you could do to get away from him.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #yandere genshin imagines #yandere genshin x reader #yandere scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #yandere wanderer #wanderer x reader #yanderecore #yancore

[demonmocns-archive]

Megumi is a closet pervert

you bet he is!

megumi is always staring at your tits when you’re not paying attention, letting you walk ahead of him on the stairs so he can look up your skirt (sometimes sneaking pictures), taking advantage of your unlocked door and snatching a pair of your panties so he can jerk off with them draped over his nose. he doesn’t feel any shame over it either. he can jerk off to the thought of painting your face with his cum and still look you in the eyes after. he keeps the same aloof attitude as if he isn’t fantasizing about the way you’d look fucking yourself stupid on his cock.

#tw noncon #tw dubcon #tw nonconsensual picture taking #tw panty sniffing #i like this i wanna talk more about this #this is exactly how he is and god forbid you’re like #a lil dumb.. cause he’s gonna see just how much he can get away with under the guise of knowing better than you #letting his touches linger a little too long and slowly corrupting you until you’re running to him #begging to be touched properly #oof

[funny-february14th]

Closet perv (perv!Idia x afab!reader)

Amongst Idia's love for manga, anime, and video games, there is one who outshines them all: hentai. As much as he is ashamed of it, he just can't help imagining you and him being the characters of his favorite one.

Contains: creampie, blowjob, kinda dom reader, porn without plot

TW: hentai, mentions of stalking, taking pictures nonconsensually, slight misogyny, kinda gross honestly, and just Idia being a pervert.

(I'm sorry if you find any grammar or spelling issues, it's not edited)

Idia Shroud was a pervert, a closeted one too. He was disgusted with himself and how he got turned on by hentai, the lewd sounds of a 2D pixilated girl making his dick stand tall. He was ashamed when he would imagine himself in the place of the MC, getting to spill his load deep inside of a cunt. His addiction got so bad that he ordered a fleshlight and interdicted Ortho from entering his room, as it was full of used tissues and had a lingering smell of cum.

Idia really tried to stop, he truly did, but your coming to the Night Raven College made it worse. Now instead of mind fucking an anime girl, he was mind fucking you. He would take pictures of you, stalking you around the school, memorizing every curve of your body for later when he would be in the privacy of his room. He would imagine you in a cute swimming suit or a school-girl outfit, your legs spread for him, your pussy inviting him in. Idia would drool at the mere thought of how you tasted. If it wasn’t for how busy he was, he would infiltrate the Ramshackle dorm and steal a pair of worn panties.

Of course, he hid this side of him under his usual shy, gamer persona, but his lust was stronger. It took 10 years' worth of courage for him to talk to you. It happened during a history class when you sat next to him, that being the only empty space in the classroom. His heart skipped a beat as you threw a ‘hello’ smile in his direction and that was when he decided to make the first move. Your voice was like poison to him, he imagined how it would sound if you moaned his name, or how would you squeal if he were to shove his dick in your mouth, choking you with it. He spent that class with a semi-hard-on, thinking of ways he could fuck you.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later, when Trein asked for a group project that he saw an opportunity, and he almost died when you asked him to be your partner.

You liked Idia, as a friend and fellow classmate, you had the same hobbies, both of you playing too many video games, but most importantly you liked that he was quiet. He would barely talk and you found his weird mannerism cute. You liked getting him flustered, teasing him a bit. Unbeknown to you, your teasing was only fueling him. The way your boobs would squish against each other and his arm when you would randomly grab him to show him something or get his attention was intoxicating to him. All of your interactions would end in him storming away with a raging boner in his pants.

Idia might’ve been a perv, but he was self-aware. Before inviting you to his room for the project, he deep cleaned it, making sure to burn every last bit of evidence that was his private persona. Even though he cleaned everything, it didn’t mean his intention was pure. He had a plan in mind, and he was planning to get it rolling as soon as you entered his room.

And that’s how you ended up where you were now, your back resting on Idia’s chest, his hand between your legs, palming your pussy. Your lips were captivated into one of the most sloppy kisses you’ve ever experienced, both of your salivae spread across your jaws. For Idia, you sounded exactly as he imagined, whimpering into his mouth every time he applied pressure to your clit.

You forgot how you ended up like this, one moment you were organizing your books on his desk, and the next he was hovering over you in bed, his tongue down your throat. You didn’t know why you hadn’t stopped him, maybe it was because you wanted to release some pent-up sexual frustration, or maybe you were just sorry for him.

You let out a high-pitched moan as one of his fingers entered your hole, easier than you would’ve thought. You were embarrassed at how wet you’d become from only a few kisses and some fingering. Idia noticed it too, making a mental note to keep your panties after you leave. His dick was pocking your lower back, and you felt his hips slowly hump you.

His lips suddenly left your mouth making their way to your ear, giving it a long lick that sent a shiver through your body. He licked a bit more, biting and pulling on your earlobe before abruptly stopping.

“Suck my dick,” he whispered, making your rethink your decision of agreeing to have sex with him. Little did you know that Idia was following the plot of his favorite hentai by heart. He memorized every single position and move the protagonist was putting the girl in down to detail, and he imagined doing those things to you. Idia still couldn’t believe that you were between his legs now, trying to undo his pants in order to give him a blowjob. Maybe next time he could course you into roleplaying and maybe you would let him film it too.

You struggled a bit with his belt before finally managing to open it, pulling his pants down. ‘How bad can it be?’ you wondered as his dick slapped you in the face, a musty smell overriding your senses. You stopped in your track, looking up at Idia’s face that was as red as the tips of his hair. He was in heaven, making sure to memorize every single thing you did. His hand went into your hair, guiding your mouth to the tip of his dick. You gulped as you slowly opened your mouth to take him in.

Now, Idia did take showers daily and was careful with his personal hygiene, but the multiple cans of soda and energy drinks per day, as well as his bad diet, left an impact on the taste of his precum. You tried your best not to show how bad it tasted, as it was in your best interest for Idia to cum faster.

His pace was brutal opposing the whimpers he let out, your tongue barely keeping up with him, as you forgot the last time you took a breath. You bobbed your head up and down on his shaft as much as you could take in, your hand stimulating what you couldn’t take in.

“Y-yes j-just like that,” he stammered his grip on your hair becoming tighter as he shoved even more down on his dick. You gagged from the impact, feeling a stream of hot cum running down your neck. Not having a choice, you swallowed it all, cringing at the sour taste, but something about it turned you on even more, as you closed your legs together trying to create some friction. You smirked as you watched his fucked expression, considering a worthy reward.

While he was still recovering from the blow job, you took your underwear off, as well as your shirt and bra, climbing on top of him sitting on his dick. This seemed to wake up Idia from his state as he stared in shock at your initiative.

You started to grind your folds on his cock, pulling moans from both of you, as the friction managed to get him hard again. Idia was dumbfounded at your actions, his plan seemingly going downhill. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, as much as he wanted to protest, to bring the two of you back on the plotline, his mind was spiraling into a land of carnal pleasure whenever your clit humped the tip of his dick.

You pressed one hand on his chest for support, lifting your hips up and guiding his cock to your entrance with your other hand. Idia swore his nose started bleeding at the sight of your boobs so close to his face, and at the way you were so eager to take him. You didn’t waste another second as you simply dropped yourself onto his dick, burying it all inside of you.

“Idia!” oyou screamed as his dick hit all your sensitive spots. He only responded with a moan louder than yours, unable to form any words or thoughts. The way your insides were squeezing him felt one hundred times better than all the fleshlights or toys he had ever used. For him, your pussy was only shaped for his dick, and he swore he could come in only a few seconds.

After you got more comfortable with his size, you started bouncing on him chasing your high. Your legs were trembling on either side of him, his shaft scrapping your insides so well you could swear that his gross dick was sculpted by Gods. Idia’s shaky hands grabbed your hips when your pace slowed down a bit, moving you up and down on him like you weight nothing.

Both of you were sure that the whole Ignihyde dorm could hear your screams of pleasure as you come undone, your walls clamping on his dick hard enough to milk another orgasm from him. You fell next to him, trying to regain yourself. Idia was half dead, no shade of red being able to match the color of his hair. His brain was yet to process what had just happened. He thought that his hentai and masturbating experience would be enough for him to handle the real thing, but he was wrong. He decided that next time he won’t let himself be as easily dominated by you.

As Idia was still trying to reboot his brain, you gathered your things and got dressed, the history project being long forgotten. You climbed back into the bed, pulling the boy into a kiss.

“Next time let’s try something different,” you said in a sly voice before leaving his room.

Thank you for reading <3

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Requests

#idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #idia smut #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader

[sinfulcries]

MINE! — KITA X MALE READER

authors note. this is my first collab piece! i was so excited to post this and omg this is my first time writing top sub reader, i love power bottom kita. also this is super late i apologize, the deadline was like so long ago and i only published it now </3 my apologies huhu jdskdj ( @hqintheclub / wc. 1.4k )

tw. PWP, kidnapping, dubcon, implied drugging, feminization, handjobs, edging, unprotected sex, power bottom kita, yandere themes, orgasm denial, size difference, nonconsensual photographing,

Sunlight pours through your windows, glazing your bedroom in soft yellow as your eyes flutter softly against warm skin. Normally, you’d enjoy waking up to a warm morning, basking in the sunlight as you felt your cold sheets wrap against your relaxed limbs however, you were vaguely aware of the small figure sitting next to you and you could feel your wrists start to ache even before you attempted to pull on them through your restraints.

You were definitely not in your bedroom. And your captor, whom you’ve never seen in your entire life was aware that you were no longer unconscious. By the slight smile worming its way onto their face, your gut was telling you that he was about to speak, or worse, do something to you; however, you only kept your docile act up-- praying to whatever god to help you wake up from this eerie nightmare.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He muttered softly, running a hand through your soft hair. He was significantly smaller than you and that only gave you a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, you’d be able to outdo him in terms of strength.

That thought instantly went down the drain however once you realized how he brought you to this place. He surely couldn’t have done it alone right? And if he did, how was he able to carry you? Your situation was quite confusing and the man seated next to you could tell just how frustrated you were with the way your eyebrows were knitted together closely.

“You’re bad at acting.” He sighed. “Again, I won’t hurt you. Unless you give me a reason to of course.”

Finally, you spoke up, attempting to pull on your restraints one last time before letting the words leave your lips. “What do you want from me.” The man only smiled in response.

“I want to be with you silly. Isn’t the room enough to give you some insight?” he beamed and as your eyes slowly started to adjust to your surroundings, a strained gasp left your lips as you scanned over the various photographs of you candidly taken plastered all over the painted walls. The pictures varied from size to poses to setting-- and the biggest portrait which was planted right in front of you, was a picture of you masturbating in your own bedroom.

The smaller man smiled innocently at your reaction. “What do you think, y/n? My collection’s slowly growing. Soon I'll have enough to prove just how dedicated I am to you.”

“W-What the fuck… Who even are you? I’m not even into m-men!” You blurted out, foolishly thinking that the man would let you go once he knew that you were in fact, into women. “I’m Shinsuke Kita, your junior. And I know, that’s why I have the perfect solution for that!”

Before you could get another word out of your mouth, The small male immediately stood up to walk towards the door, closing it shut before disappearing to the room on the other side. You were growing curious of what he had in store for you despite the fear bubbling in your stomach.

‘Is he going to let me go…?’ you thought, pulling on the rope tightly wrapped around your wrists with all your strength only to fail once more. They were too tight, and you could feel the roughness reacting badly to the already raw skin.

The sound of the door clicking open made you stop in your tracks as a… girl? Meekly walked in. “W-What do you think y/n senpai? I’m still quite shy but I’m pretty enough now right?” He murmured shyly.

He was insane. And although he did look quite adorable in the short dress, the frills of the skirt teasingly short, threatening to expose his ass if he bent over and the tightness of his thigh highs hugging his legs just right-- He was still a boy. He had a dick underneath that pretty little skirt he was wearing.

“Hm, thought this would be enough to convince you but guess not.” He sighed observing the way your face twisted in disgust before slowly walking towards you, making himself comfortable on your lap as he started to hump your clothed cock.

A yelp left your throat at the action, hands pulling on the ropes violently as you yelled for him to let you go. “PLEASE, I DON'T WANT THIS! LET ME GO!” Your reaction hardly phased Kita and he only let out a soft chuckle before pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Shh, I’ll make you feel good baby. I’ll take good care of you.”

As soon as you were about to retort, Shinsuke slowly took off the girly panties he was wearing, tossing them carelessly to the side before unzipping your trousers to reveal your cock. By no means were you little; in fact, Kita only drooled shamelessly at the sight, your girth already making his jaw ache just by looking at it. You weren’t even hard and yet here you were, making his cock twitch excitedly underneath the dress he was wearing.

“God I’ve been waiting for this, To feel you inside of me…” The breathless words left Kita’s mouth as he started to stroke your cock and you couldn’t help but fight back the urge to get hard in front of your captor, biting your lip in embarrassment as you watched your cock grow with ease. Kita giggled at the honest reaction “You sure do enjoy my small hand touching your cock like this huh?”

“Please-- Sto-- ah!-p” You groaned in response, his pace only quickening as he started to use two hands to fist your cock, coaxing an orgasm out of you. “C-Cumming!”

Damn was he a psycho and a cruel man-- and as soon as those words left your lips, Kita immediately halted, stopping to give you a teasing grin. “Fine, I’ll stop then” He laughed.

Fuck. you could feel the dignity and sanity draining out of you as he teased the tip of your cock with his thumb, smearing the pre cum all over your smooth head. You knew exactly what the man was doing, and you knew that he was forcing you, manipulating you to say that you /wanted/ him. That you /wanted him/ to make you cum. “Tell me what you want, baby. You know I'll give it to you the moment you say it.”

“F-Fuck you…”

“Aw you want to fuck me? I knew you couldn’t resist pretty little girls like me, y/n-kun.” Kita grimaced, lifting the fabric of his skirt up to align the fat head of your cock in front of his tight rim. As much as you hated being taken advantage of, the pleasure was too much and you found yourself slowly giving in to your desires, wanting nothing more but to cum inside of the pretty boy on top of you.

Kita noticed the way you slowly grew more pliant, and a small smile wormed its way onto his lips as he slowly sank down on your cock, hissing at the painful stretch of your girth tearing his cunt open. ‘I should’ve prepared myself more’ He thought whilst holding back tears.

Fuck, the expression that Kita made turned you on, and you could no longer control yourself from jutting your hips upwards, forcing Kita to impale himself on your cock with a loud cry of your name. Seeing his creamy legs struggling to hold themselves up as the tears streamed down Shinsuke’s face was a picture you could get addicted to and it didn’t take long for you to be pinned down by the smaller male, brown eyes glaring at you as he started to bounce on your length.

“S-Soon enough, I’ll let you fuck me okay? L-Let me do the work for now; wanna make you feel good…”

With a hesitant nod from you in reply, Kita wasted no time in moving his hips to grind against your cock, making sure to lift his skirt up so that you had a nice view of the bulge in his tummy. “Mmm, You can even see me inside of you, So big senpai…” He mewled, effortlessly swallowing your cock every time he bounced his hips.

Your cock was prodding at Shinsuke’s prostate with every thrust and Kita couldn’t contain himself from giggling manically, metaphorical hearts almost visible in his lust filled irises as he was filled with so much happiness, so much love that he was finally getting to feel your cock inside of him.

Leaning in to nip at your bottom lip, the smaller male smiled before whispering, “Shit, You’re gonna be my toy now yeah senpai? There’s no escaping me anymore. You’re mine.”

#sinfulcries works #top male reader #dark content #dark haikyuu #dark blog #hq smut #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #kita smut #kita x reader #haikyuu smut

[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?"

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