Summary: There needs to be more content for this gloriously sinister man and I am more than happy to provide! How does it begin? Will you escape his clutches or will you submit to his desires?
Warnings: Yandere Tendencies, Kidnapping, Mild mention of Starvation, Dubcon, Quirk use during sex, Mind-Break and a whole host of degeneracy.
Notes: I tried to make the reader as vague as I possibly could for insert pleasure! GN with as few details as possible so it could be anyone or anything! This is 18+, minors dni. If you’d like to block any content of this nature on my page please put Tw: Heavy Spice in your filtering options!
A/N: I really don’t know if I should apologize for this or not, you can see the point it got out of hand so please be warned and take your tastes and limits into account while reading!
A terrible fate has befallen you, hasn’t it?
Your meeting was rather innocuous. So easily forgotten despite the feelings time with him supplanted. Long before his debut in the Kamino Ward and before his defeat at the hands of the Symbol of Peace. He wasn’t heavily deformed then, he could easily mix in with the crowds and disappear as quickly as he appeared. His shaggy white hair and piercing blue eyes matched only by his stature and smile, the consensus of the humdrum day-to-day passerby was that he was quite attractive. Not that he ever entertained their mindless and painfully obvious observations.
The fateful event happened rather cliché all things considered. It began in a library. Wonders never ceased and he was unsure what compelled him to enter the home of knowledge and entertainment but he never once regretted it. Wandering the sea of books he looked for anything that would pique his interest, he nearly gave up the search until his eyes landed on you. An innocent, tiny thing that perused the history section for your latest essay or project, he never specifically asked why you were there.
He was captivated, captured by your beauty. Staring there at the entrance of the aisle for so long that when you turned you shrieked, believing him to be a well dressed Weeping Angel that you had read about the night before. That was the most embarrassing moment of your life as you apologized to him and to the librarian that zipped to the location to scold you about being too loud. For once he found apologies endearing, cute even, adorable if you feel so inclined and the sheer shock that a creature like you could exist in this world was pushed to the wayside.
The encounter was swift but profound, for him at least. Using his towering height to pull a book from the shelf you were too short to reach and place with the over growing collection. You were stuttering and blushing something fierce underneath his gaze and he had to stop himself from smirking at your bashfulness. He asks for your name and once you divulge it he responds by insisting you call him Mr. Shigaraki. After more insistence from either side hearing his name fall from your lips was like he was graced with hearing the voice of an Angel.
Sadly that’s where the meeting ended as your time was up for whatever was going to take up your time next and you needed to scurry away. You wouldn’t be forgotten as your face was forever burned in his memory, a fondness churning in the pit of his stomach. He believed everyone else was beneath him, save for his brother, who were all ants that needed to be squashed. You were different and he needed to find out why.
Time passes, as it always does. You forgot your encounter with Mr. Shigaraki and life went on. The day started off oddly, you couldn’t place why but the hairs at the back of your neck stood on end. A lingering sense of doom settled in your mind like a dense fog on a dewy spring morning but whatever the reason had yet to reveal itself. This too was forgotten as the day progressed until it was late, late enough for you to seek refuge in your bed. About to drift off to sleep when suddenly your whole room shook, no, the entire area shook like an earthquake had just opened the earth beneath your feet. Looking out your bedroom window you saw chaos, the entire area had been decimated and nothing but rubble remained. Heroes had appeared and began evacuating just in time for your home to collapse.
You drifted in and out of consciousness. The moments where your eyelids were opened you saw none other than All Might, the Symbol of Peace, face down a masked villain in a suit. Shock was written on the hero’s face when you called out to him for help, accidentally gaining the attention of the villain as well. If he still had eyes they would be wide and manic, he had not forgotten you of course but there you were. He had searched for you so fervently and yet here you were right under his nose. Your presence, he could feel it using that quirk from the cat rescuer and he instantly knew it was you. What luck. The fight was abandoned when he saw this was his best chance, the rest of the heroes were too focused on fighting off his pawns and All Might was too wounded to move.
In an instant the masked villain moved the rubble that had been pinning you in place and whisked you away.
Your fear was intoxicating. The pleas, begs and sobs that you cried were more delicious than anything he had ever experienced. More euphoric than any narcotic, sweeter than ambrosia. The beats of your hands on his back drowned out by the drumming of his heart, his mouth was beginning to water. He could hardly wait.
Like any self respecting villain All For One had many, many hideouts and safe houses. Many hadn’t been used in years, others were still unknown to the heroes, then there was one. The place he took you was far more special, the place he had planned to bring you after that fateful day but never used when you slipped away. Well, you wouldn’t escape this time.
For a place that hadn’t seen life in years it was surprisingly well kept. Not a speck of dust laid on any surface, a few lightbulbs had died or exploded when he flipped on the lights but the water still ran and there was heat, it would do nicely for the time being. During the short trip via warp gate you had passed out, the silence when it had been delicious begs was disappointing but his signature smile appeared. There would be plenty of time to hear you cry while he breaks you into the perfect doll.
After your “retrieval” he places you on the never before used emperor sized bed and retreats to the lounge chair at your bedside. He sits perfectly still, staring at you much, admiring how much you changed and grew in his absence. A hint of pride bubbles up, he’s pleased to know the lovely being he remembers became even fairer and more perfect. The feat would be impossible for any other person but you were made for him, you’re his, and you had to be for a man such as him.
When you wake up those beautiful, blissful begs are heard by his worthy ears once again. Behind his life support helmet he sighs, a heavenly breath that you take for annoyance. You cry. “Please don’t kill me”, “Don’t hurt me”, “I’ll do anything” but oh sweet thing, you’re going to do anything he says regardless. You’re his. Why would he hurt or kill you? If he wanted you dead, you’d be dead.
It comes as a surprise that he’s afraid to remove his facial cover. He might be the Symbol of Evil with plans of world domination but there’s a portion of him that is a slave to your desires, just as the world is a slave to his. A sliver of doubt appears as you ask who he is, if he reveals his identity and you ask for proof, his disfigured appearance would revolt you. No blue eyes to see you blush, no hair for you to run your hands through, no lips to feel yours on his.
“Mr. Shigaraki” was the clue he gave you. It was adorable seeing your face go blank as your mind was wracked trying to remember the face. He watched with bated breath as your eyes showed recognition, you remembered him. You remember his face, his smile, his feeling. That wasn’t helpful, now you had a face to the person who kidnapped you. Who was holding you captive for…what? Ransom? To be tortured? To be his plaything? Every possibility was worse than the last, each one more dire and inescapable and bleak.
He did his best to comfort you albeit in a deleterious manner. The Emperor of Darkness’ weight was displaced from the lounge chair and moved to the bed, his near gigantic form towering over you. Knee pressing into the mattress, causing your body to naturally shift into him. You couldn’t move. There was no gap to dash through if your body would get over being paralyzed in fear. The hand that could cover your head was placed on your cheek with uncharacteristic gentleness, a soft gesture that was masked by the sinister appearance staring down at you.
“Fear not, My Sweet.” His voice is slightly muffled by the life support, the emotions were unbridled, intense and all together unhinged. He’s wholeheartedly delusional, diluted enough to believe he’s going to the the greatest Demon Lord who ever lived and would dismantle the world, rule it all the while having your love. He craves it, he needs it, he’s desperate for it. It drives him mad and being this close to you sends him to the brink of insanity.
Your limitless stubbornness is as wonderful as it is infuriating. All For One can’t have the object of his love be a pushover from the gate, at least not yet. He has to experience the pleasure of breaking you, making you submit to him before you’re allowed to follow his orders. He has to make you his Doll first, his obedient, beautiful Doll. That’s a tall order and as the days pass his desperation grows. The itch in the back of his mind needed to be scratched and it was becoming clear his tactics were having the effect he desired. You stymied his every attempt, reacted the exact opposite of how he expected. He loved it, the last flame of your fighting spirit getting snuffed out in his raging insistence. He was beginning to wear you down, headway was being made and the inevitable end result was near.
All For One’s machinations had increased in cruelness, once he had left you enough water to last a week and nothing else. The food vanished and all you were left with were bottles of water. He was gone for two weeks, it only took ten for you to teeter on the edge of sanity. Devoid of any interaction from the outside world. Only you, your thoughts and the dwindling “supplies”. When he returned he was pleased he was greeted with showers of affection, your touch was smothering and your body was pressed to his as close as humanly possible. The last of your will had fled in his absence and now his Doll was in the perfect state to mould to his liking.
That night it begins. You’re so needy, so greedy. He decides to indulge you and removes his helmet, confident you wouldn’t be repulsed by his scarred visage. He’s correct of course, when you were met with the invitation to express your desperation you take it. Your lips wander. Pressing messy and half-opened kisses to his neck, jaw, and whatever remained of his own lips as his massive hands lead you towards the bed. You don’t notice until the back of your knees hit the edge and suddenly you’re falling.
He’s on you in an instant. The bed sinks with his added weight and the heat he radiated replaced the warmth provided by your clothes. Before you knew it his thick yet dexterous fingers were pushing into your hole unprompted, sheathing them down to the knuckle before they were retracted. He was going to take immense satisfaction by making you climax until you were babbling incoherently before even preparing you for his villainous cock.
Which was exactly what he did, denying you orgasm until you were red in the face and sobbing. All For One sat back on his knees in victory, smirking as he watched you wiggle and writhe at the loss of attention. There was one final thing: hearing you finally give into him. He owned your body but he needed to own your mind, your soul, your spirit, everything.
“Say it.” In the moment his voice was low, gruff, reverberating throughout your clouded mind to send heat straight down to your nethers. You might’ve been aroused before but nothing compared to what his voice did to you.
“S-s-say w-wh-wha?” Barely able to form a sentence you willed yourself to speak, if only to repeat whatever he wanted so he would continue with his mind numbing ministrations. The lack of sending you in a desperate rut the likes of which you had never experienced. He was cruel, further denying you what you wanted. His hand so near to your skin that the tiny peach hairs picked up the presence but when your hips bucked to force him to touch you? He left entirely.
“Beg. Beg for me to fuck you, to ruin your body, to corrupt your mind and make you mine. Mine alone.”
That was quite the mouthful and you weren’t sure if you could say it back but that’s what he wanted. Mustering your frenzied will you commanded yourself to speak, to plead for what you so desperately wanted. “Please, please fuck me. Please I need you, I need you, please make me yours. I want to be yours, please!”
Every second, every breath, every thought had been leading up to this moment. All For One was in Seventh Heaven upon hearing your final submittance, exultantly triumphant. Your reward was swiftly delivered, the bulbous head of his cock pressed against the entrance of your hole and with one swift thrust he inserted himself to the hilt. The sharp edge of his hips cutting against the plush of your inner thighs, it hurt, it hurt so much. He had prepared you, scissoring and stretching you, it wasn’t enough. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as the full stuffing of his cock inside you was enough to make you regret begging him to fuck you, sensing this he didn’t move. Giving you time to adjust and acclimate while licking away your salty tears. The heat of his heavy breath oddly comforting.
Once your filled hole stopped fluttering all bets were off. His hips snapped expeditiously in the customary manner of fucking ones Doll till they came undone and fell into unconscious from the exhaustion and pleasure they felt. He was unrestrained. The initial softness and care he showed was the furthest thing in his mind now all that was left was a feral need to fuck his Doll till they were bedbound. He makes sure you know who owns you, using his numerous quirks to let you there was no escape. Musculoskeletal Coiling to make his already bed shattering thrusts harder. Proliferation, creating several pairs of arms and hands to tease you in places all at once. Reaching to grasp at your neck, fingers tweaking your oversensitive nipples all the while more teased and played with places unimaginable. Once using his Air Walk quirk to suspend you both amidst the impactful love-making.
Time had no meaning. Whatever seconds you counted to remember how many times he had made you climax were a distant dream, black spots appeared in your vision, your body somehow numb and pained all at once. The lightest touch was like you had been set on fire. In one particularly lucid moment you swore a drop of his milky cum was sliding past your nose but you don’t remember blowing him or snorting it out but in the haze who knows what had happened. Finally the peaceful sleep wrapped you in its arms and carried you off to a safer place for a time.
Just as you passed out All For One finally came. Engorging you to the very brim, his fingers acting as a stopper to keep his demonic cum from spilling out. Whatever was left of the wrecked bed was used as All For One took your limp, sleeping body and wrapped you up in the soiled duvet.
The afterglow shone brightly like a halo while he laid with you. Keeping you flush against him. The plotting began again. Awaiting your eventual awakening to show you the other quirks at his disposal. He was far from done with you. It hadn’t been a day since your submission and he intended to keep you as his Doll till you were well and old and your last breath was the escape from his eternal love.
Other tags: wincest, incest, masturbation, master/slave dynamics, submissive Dean, mentions of knotting, mentions of underage sex, public sex
Summary: Monsters have taken over and established a slave trade. Dean is caught during a hunt and sold at auction. Sam is able to procure ownership of his brother, but now the two of them must navigate this new dynamic.
Written for SPN Dystopia Bang and fills master/slave square for @spnkinkbingo
I was listening to Safeword by TV Girls when I wrote this so, the vibe is there. there isn’t any use of using a safeword, it’s briefly mentioned.
idk if other campuses have study rooms in their dorms but my college does so I’m going with that LOL I’ve always been exiled from my room due to roommates fuckin so I just…ripped that from my life and put that in here and angst-fied it
taggy tags/cw: unprotected sex, choking, spitting, dub-con kinda, possessive behavior, mentions of toxic tendou, dom/sub themes, daddy is said like twice, predator/prey themes
taking a night class on a whim wasn’t the best idea initially, the cold air settling in your bones as you trudge to the other side of the campus to your dorm or walking around at night alone at 9pm were downsides were obvious downsides. normally, the transition from fall to winter was your favorite; it always marked the beginning of lazy morning cuddling and late-night spooning, prolonged hand-holding and reluctant releases of overextended hugging, the whisper of plans intermittent amongst soft kisses before everything turned rough. now, it just felt cold, frigid. by proxy, the walks also became more hellish as well. up until recently, you’d at least had your ex to make this journey with you– like clockwork, he’d wait outside your class, walk you back to the dorms and propose a fun way to heat you back up.
the thought alone had your stomach in knots, and with the walk ahead combined with AirPods left forgotten on your bed, you were afforded the time to dwell and reminisce. you’d broken up with satori a little under a month ago, there were so many emotions over it that you’d spent most of your time since said breakup doing anything to not think about it. in the moment, yelling back and forth in his apartment the breakup came to you like the sun parting the clouds. you’d both put two long and loving years into the relationship, filled with a love too strong and overwhelming, volatile. you love satori, you still do, but it had started to feel like you were losing yourself to him.
prior to satori, you’d had a bustling social life for a loud introvert– like a little firework, bursting with brightness and color before quickly fizzling out and settling. like the little firework you were, you tended to draw in all sorts of crowd: you were at home with text-book nerds in the library or sipping coffee in a café giggling the hours away with social butterflies; but most importantly, you drew in the outliers.
satori being one of them.
satori had understood, he didn’t press you for conversation when you began to run past your social meter– not the way everyone else did. you didn’t have to plaster a smile and pretend you weren’t exhausted of being suffocated in the middle of the packed library or bustling café with satori. he’d offer you his crooked smile and lead you away to somewhere quiet, the field of grass out in the front of the library or to the comic store across the street.
the transition from acquaintances, to friends, to best friends, and then lovers came a speed unheard of in your life. you were spending most of your time with satori.
the familiar looming building of the dorms snapped you from your tumultuous reverie, noting the crowded quad of the building filled with some fraternity playing cornhole while sipping poorly disguised beers. you grimaced at a familiar-looking gray-haired guy, a friend of satori’s. your roommate hooked up with him on multiple occasions, you’d walked in on him bending her like a fold-up chair all the while she chanted ‘semi’ like it was a goddamn prayer. she often failed to let you know when she had nighttime visitors.
with hasty steps, you found yourself unlocking and flinging the door to your dorm open– eyes suddenly wide like saucers. you couldn’t see your roommate with her latest conquest fucking into her from behind like an animal. with a practiced precision, you silently closed the door despite being sure they heard you barge in.
once again, like routine, you shot your roommate to text you when she was done before lumbering on your merry little way into a study room. the rooms were cold and uncomfortably bright, but with how exhausted you were the crook of your elbow may as well have been a pillow by the way by the way you were out like a light. a nice little nap didn’t sound bad anyway.
the sounds of knocking jostled you from sleep.
you glanced at the frosted glass door of the study room, barely making out what could resemble a uniform. an ra from the sounds of it. a grumble along the lines of ‘go sleep in your dorm’ sounded before the figure vanished from the door. post-sleep delirium only briefly clouded your memory of the room before irritation began to pick at your veins. shifting from your hunched position you reached for your phone, between normal social media messages and notifications, a text from your roommate three hours ago read “hey sorry about that, I’m done”. A glance at the time read that it was a little after 1 am, and with very little energy left– you began the labored walk back to your dorm. the grumble of your stomach rang in the dead hallways, and while contemplating making way too much noise to fix something to eat in your dorm– you reasoned you weren’t in the mood for confrontation and detoured to the shitty little snack machines outside in the quad.
the wind bit at you as you shuffled to the machine, eyeing a mediocre honeybun before you felt the familiar feel of watching eyes. you could’ve jumped when spying satori heading straight for you, indescribable face paired with a meticulous and unabashed stare. you hold each others gaze, his steps faltering at being caught staring. there’s a very unwelcome feeling of vulnerability, standing in the cool late night air only lit up by the unflattering blue light of the snack machine. there isn’t a crowd to blend into, not another person to pretend to be talking to, it’s just you. while sleep for dinner suddenly sounded enticing enough, whirling on your feet to retreat did nothing for you– having taken five steps before being embraced in a vice grip.
despite the strength behind the hug, you knew for a fact if you put up a struggle he’d let you go immediately. satori was a lot of things, but he respected your limits and most importantly your space– mostly anyway. it felt like a quiet standstill, holding onto a breath much too ragged to let go in fear of breaking the sudden stillness. unfortunately, you couldn’t stop the small hiccup of breath and the tremble in your form. he was all around, the smell indisputably him underneath the cologne you’d got him for his birthday last year, the urgency in the hug like you might disappear if he let go, the nuzzle into your neck.
you couldn’t stop the babble of i’m sorry’s and i miss you’s that spewed out like a broken faucet.
the rational part of your brain told you to sop, break out of his grasp and go to bed. but the bigger and louder part of your brain was just overjoyed to be held in his arms, the soft kisses along your neck and worrying words of possession raging war in your conflicted mind. but with touches so sweet, you couldn’t deny that it felt good, it felt right. “wanna…wanna sleep with you ‘tori” the little whines for him were pathetic, sniffle-y in a way you’d never know drove him up the walls. but you’d missed falling asleep curled in his arms– caged against him like something precious and worth protecting.
“c’mon bunny, let’s go to bed” the familiar warmth bubbled in your stomach at the nickname, it was so harmless-sounding but vivid memories of satori pistoning into you while calling you his dumb little bunny was enough to have filth beating in your brain like white noise. another quiet little whimper wormed its way up your throat and had you been in the position to few the absolutely perverse look breaking satori’s face, you might’ve been a little scared at such a feral face. refusing to let go, satori merely waddled the two of you to his dorm– breaking apart momentarily to push you into his dorm. the air knocked from you sent your heart into a frenzy, gasping for air while staring up at satori with doe-eyed red-rimmed eyes.
satori would take it to his grave, but the way you cried and stared helplessly up at him wanted to make you his forever– no one was allowed to see you like this. you would never know how enraged he truly was about the breakup, but he was patient– he knew if he gave you what you wanted you’d come running back to him in the end. in the wild, bunnies never run far away when startled, the runoff and then pause shock-still; you’ll find them by looking for beady black eyes.
in your case, you simply let satori catch you.
satori was on you like a wolf, kisses so overbearing you were gnashing teeth. the familiar grip to your throat had you keening, mouth agape for him to snake his tongue in. like before, you opened to his whims with little thoughts. satori was voracious when it came to you, a hunger like a starved coyote was comparable to the way he endlessly craved all of you. whiny little mewls of pleasure wormed past your clashing mouths as he seemed to tear your clothes off you, each article of clothing being thrown out of focus as he worked you out of all articles of clothing besides your oh so cute little bra and panties.
the groan that escaped satori was guttural, even broken up you were such a good little bunny. he remembered picking this particular bra and panties for you, lacy and the slightest shade of pink– perfect and tastefully see-through. “I guess my stupid little bunny is crafty, you planned this didn’t you? “ a rough grip to your left breast has you keening, his palming clouding your thoughts from voicing your confusion on his accusation– dipping his head back down into the crook of your neck to roughly bite into the soft flesh. the pained whimper spurred him onward, you could feel the blooms of purple and blue along your neck as he continued downwards mumbling things your little mushy brain couldn’t quite piece together.
it was rough, always rough with satori. his path of blooms didn’t stop, roughly pushing your bra up to roughly bit down on a quickly pebbling nipple. the warbled cry you let loose was unabashed, heat surging through you like a jet stream. you were white-knuckling satori’s shirt, suddenly much too aware of his clothing. “take it off ‘tori, wanna feel you” weakly pulling at his shirt, the throaty chuckle resounding against your tender breast before he pulled off– a pop! sounding that had you keening once more.
you could only stare up at satori quickly ridding himself of his shirt, you pathetically reaching for his sweats before being swatted away. trapped against the floor with his body once more, one hand slithered down to cup your dripping cunt while the other snaked around your throat once more– grip bordering on worrying. he plants several little kisses along your jaw before nosing into your ear
“I’m gonna fucking ruin you bunny”
the cry of pained pleasure is pulled from you, hands fisting his red hair between your fingers at the feel of two of his long fingers knuckle deep without warning. before you could even catch a breath, he began to absolutely ruin you. it should be cruel to be as good at fingering as satori is, like he hadn’t spent a month apart from you as he beat into that spongy spot that had you shaking and crying with pinpoint accuracy. the tension in your tummy was becoming too much, the only thing keeping your head painfully in the present despite the near lack of oxygen from satori’s vice grip on your precious little throat. his sinful fingers had your head wracked heavy with pleasure, but you’re so desperate for more. “I need…tori please please please!” you have no idea what your pleading for, and satori slows down which has you crying out in distemper.
“what do you need bunny? tell me what you need so daddy can give it to you” it comes out more rough than you’d expect but the shiver that runs down you is splendid. for the first time, you gather enough lucidity to look up at satori and all you see are his pupils blown wide alongside that knowing grin. he makes you feel so small without trying, you can’t help but hump against his finger’s still knuckle deep in your tight little cunt.
“wanna cum on your fingers, please daddy I need it!”
it comes out loud and desperate, even for you. but it does the trick, he’s back to pistoning his fingers like a jackrabbit in your fluttering pussy– your huffs and chants of ‘tori, ‘tori, ‘tori working him up in a way he knows you remember. his thumb pushes down harshly on your clit, it’s not much pressure but the building tension in you snaps, white hot pleasure shoots through you and leaves you sobbing and moaning out thank you’s and I love you’s like a trained slut– like his slutty little bunny.
you’re still coming down from your high, air rushing into your unobstructed lungs with satori simply staring down at you. it’s always intense with tendou, and despite looking ready to fuck you into the floor he’s waiting. but any thoughts of backing out leave as fast as they come, bringing you legs together you work your drenched panties from you dripping cunt up your thighs and off your legs. you seal your fate when you spread your legs and open your mouth.
“i want you daddy, i only want you”
he’s on you faster than you can breath. the cry you let loose could be in a porno, being stretched so full while your folded onto your back, head knocking into the floor while your knees are trapped by your chest underneath satori’s legs. the stretch burns but the angle has you reeling, all too quickly you feel the familiar tension building in your tummy again at a rapid speed. but your cries to slow down aren’t heeded, no satori seems to getting more and more rabid with his thrusts– the sharp sound of skin meeting skin getting progressively louder and faster. one thrusts knocks your head violently into the floor, satori’s hand clamping around your neck the culprit for the dull pain ringing through your head.
your hands scratch long red lines across his shoulders, pleasure beginning to border on painful as your pitifully floating off into your head. across you look completely out of it, fucked out with your cute little mouth open and tongue hanging out. satori puckers his lips and eagerly you open your mouth wider, eyes rolling as his spit hits the back of your tongue. you barely hear the frenzied swallow with the way your head is swimming in bliss but you do and you swallow, earning a guttural groan from satori.
you can feel satori begin to falter, your clenching pussy pushing him closer to the edge while you teeter at the precipice. it’s only when his free hand rubs furiously at your nub that you wail so loud you think you’ve woken up the entire dormitory, squirting all over yourself while you pussy flutters impossibly tighter that it sends satori crashing. thick, warm ropes of cum coating your insides while his collapses onto you– squishing you impossibly closer to him. you miss feeling this full, this content. even at the protesting of your limbs and poor battere cunt you can’t help but feel blissful. even with your legs trembling with a force, way too much air rushing into your lungs as you fidget beneath you’re happy.
satori’s smothering you, large body still weighing heavily across you but you can’t find it in you to fight him off– not so secretly pleased with the pressure of him. he grabs you by the cheeks, kissing you so deeply your afraid you’ll float off from the lack of air before he breaks the kiss. there’s a trail of kisses all over you face, each softer than the last before he leaves on last one at the corner of your jaw before whispering so lowly you almost can’t make it out. your fading, sleep dragging you under– from exhaustion or the pressure of satori your not sure. but even as your eyes close you still catch the tail-end of his mutterings.
Semi Eita has an attitude problem and it starts with you. But you are the one he ends his day with too, and maybe you can convince yourself that’s enough.
thank you so much miki @undermattsun please go adore her skate rats like I do if you haven’t yet
If anything should have tipped you off on what kind of day it would be, it should have been the way you walked in and almost choked on the thick waft of smoke being blown your way. A heavy tobacco smell that you’re not familiar with, and a wide, gleaming grin behind the white curtain as you shake it away with your hand. Yamagata gives you a quick up and down, before smiling wider and throwing a glance over his shoulder. “Yo, Semi! You got company!” He moves aside a bit more to usher you inside, even though you have plenty of room to move past him. As you walk further into the warm, somewhat musty room, Yamagata has the indecency to smack your ass when your back is turned to him, just lifting his slit eyebrow when you squeak. “Good to see you here again, pet.”
a/n: here is my hell piece for the intoxicated collab <3 yes it is a direct follow up to caged my yuudai drabble (read it first!!!), yes i copied the banner from caged to use on here bc i am lazy and there r no yuudai caps, do not perceive me <3
dedicated to my wife @pomsuki <33 happy (belated) birthday pommie <3 let yuudai into your heart ;)
18+ university age | pls read all warnings
warnings:drug use (weed), alcohol use, dub/noncon (reader is thouroughly inebriated), size kink, no condom, uh no real prep (what’s new with me), some toxic behavior, manipulation
Warnings: Cheating, dubcon, alcohol (jungle juice), a little bit of dom/sub bc of Iwa, Reader is called good girl and princess, doll, mentions of eventual foursome
a/n: I was originally going to just write this one, but I was convinced to write two fics for this collab. There is no beta reader besides Shae reading it well before it was complete, therefore the ending might be a bit shit. Any who, enjoy Iwa and reader at a frat party <3
⚠️MDNISlight dübc0ñ. Reader neutral friendly. Think of any guy you want!
IMAGINE his rough, curved fingers knuckle-deep in you, rubbing your sweet spot and slowly milking out each yearning moan from your quivering lips. Your hips buck against his palm for more friction but he holds you down and gazes at the frustrated tears threatening to spill from your eyes. You wanted to beg so bad but you remembered his strict rule:
‘One word out of your pretty mouth and there would be consequences’.
You didn’t want to agree to some unfair, bullshit demand he hung over your head but between him looking at you with those alluring, dominating eyes to suddenly bending you over the bed and pinning you in place…well, there wasn’t much for you to protest.
What’s worse was when he took out some rope and tied your wrists to the headboard knowing fully well that at this point there was no going back on this.
He always had this secret side to him that no one knew. This dark, seductive side that hid itself in his true intentions and you hated how it could bring you to your knees in less than 2 seconds.
You were strong but…he knew he could get what he wanted…and what he wanted was to play with your beautiful body until he had you right where he wanted you…
…and when you least expect it?
He’d hold you down and claim you all fucking night if he had to so he could get it though your head that he was the one in control of you.
So far, it looked like he was proving his point.
All you could do was pant like a bitch in heat and try to grasp on the little bit of willpower you had left. You were trying to be strong and not give in but…then his slick tongue licked up your wet, throbbing sex and you couldn’t hold back any longer. You moaned his name loudly and rocked your hips against his talented fingers and tongue.
You didn’t fucking care anymore, you wanted him. You needed him to use his mouth on you, to explore your body with his hands and to fill you up with his rock-hard cock till you couldn’t stop craving him inside of you. But…
Right when you were willing to give in to his tantalizing touches…the pleasurable feeling suddenly dissipated.
Your eyes shot open with a concerned, slightly distraught urge. Why was he-?
He hovered over your body with a small smirk playing on his handsome face, a knowing, sadistic secret etched into it. Your breath quickened and you bit your bottom lip.
“I told you not to say a single damnword,didn’tI?”
You focused on your juices glistening off his mouth and chin from when he went down on you and it made it really hard to concentrate.
Why did he have to tease you like this? Just play with you like his doll. You couldn’t even fucking touch him. The rope wrung achingly around your wrists and you could tell already how much that turned him on. Was there more to what this man was hiding from you? More to uncover and be victimto?
“Look at me when I’m speaking to you!” his voice commanding and impatient made you quickly shift back to staring deep in his eyes.
That was a bigmistake.
The vibrant rings of his irises only shielded the darkness tucked away behind them and that other side was pulling you in…trapping you even.
You were speechless…you really were his slave to control. No matter how much you’d fight he’d always get the upper hand.
Before you could apologize a cry ripped out of you and the tears you guarded back earlier slid shamefully down your cheeks.
You had forgotten his long, powerful fingers were still sheathed deep inside you…a truth you were now fully paying attention to as soon as he started pumping mercilessly into you with no warning.
You squirmed and arched against him, which he then buried his face in your shoulder and bit down hard unexpectedly. You howled and begged but for what were you begging for you didn’t know.
This man was splitting your head in two and driving you insane! You wanted him to stop putting you under his spell but you also wanted him to fuck the life out of you. What was he doing to you?
Almost reading your mind, he unlatched his teeth from your shoulder and gave the bruised flesh a flat, long lick.
“It’s your punishment for disobeying me. Now fucking take it like the good little brat you are!” The last part of his sentence drawled out in a growl and without a second thought he sunk his fingers deeper, pounding harshly in you at a near impossible pace. Every time he finger fucked you he didn’t miss either, he made sure to hit that sensitive spot of nerves nested deep within you that had you out of your mind…and at this point you were sure acting like it.
Your body twisted and convulsed against your doing, crying out in pleasure and a some pain. You fought against the ropes but it was no use and before you could beg for forgiveness a heated and intense pressure quickly started to build in the bottom of your pelvis.
In a last effort to securely keep you under him he wrapped his other hand around your throat and squeezed, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.
Oh, he was definitely enjoying this. You knew all too well this is what he wanted and whether you were prepared or not you were going to give him everything he desired. He would make sure of it.
Your eyebrows furrowed and your legs shook uncontrollably. Fuck! You could barely breath properly with his hand around your throat. You could swear you could see stars with the little oxygen he allowed you to have. Not only that, but he managed to take charge over your body and rub you in allthe right places.
Dammit, You couldn’t hold on any longer.
You brokenly screamed out his name as you spasmed around his fingers, your orgasm erupting through your whole body. Gasps after breathless moans poured out of you as you kept coming and he didn’t let you stop. He stroked your sweet spot with more pressure than before fully intending on you riding this out to the end. He loved how dazed and weak you looked under him…and it was all because of him.
Just look at your body…Flushed, drained and covered with a sheen of sweat. You could hardly even speak but he liked that. The thought of what else he could do to you now that you were vulnerable went straight to his throbbing, needy cock.
Your chest rose and collapsed through the heaviness of your breathing, your mind trying to keep up with reality. You could barely think with your juices still dripping down between your legs. God, if his fingers could do that to you then what about his-
Coming down slowly from your high, you realized he swooped down and captured your left nipple in his mouth. A raspy moan escaped from your abused throat while he sucked greedily. He ceased the choking and slid his digits out of you, his fingers soaked completely.
But oh no, he wasn’t done with you yet…
He swiftly undid his pants and pressed his thick arousal against your inner thigh. You instantly tensed at the violating touch.
Before you could protest he let go of your nipple and shoved something between your teeth, tying whatever cloth it was around to the back of your head. You whimpered and tried to move away but you were still too exhausted to fight back against him. He skillfully pushed you down by your waist and held you in place with a predatory glare piercing through whatever stubbornness you had left.
“First you disobey me and now you’re trying to get away?”
A deep, intoxicating chuckle rumbled from his sculpted chest as he indulged in the fright swirling in your eyes now. It was so delicious…
“Its time to teach you your place…and I fully intend to fuck some sense into you.”
You whimpered and tried to close your legs. However, he was not having ANY of it.
An animalistic growl seethed behind his teeth as he dung his blunt fingernails into your knees and ripped them far apart. He licked his lips and drunk in the irresistible sight before him. Ah, well would you look at how beautiful you were when you weren’t hiding your naked body…
Fuck, he had to take you. NOW.
“Sorry, babe…I can’t wait anymore…” his smirk grew into an sinful, demented grin.
Your freshmen year of college had been pleasant, peaceful even. You’d been rooming with someone just as studious and academically driven as you. She’d been quiet and considerate, and sometimes you’d even study together.
Nothing of much interest had happened that first year and before you knew it, the year had come to an end. The summer was likely spent relaxing and vacationing, hanging out with friends, and going to parties for most students.
For you, it had been spent visiting home and tutoring to earn some extra cash to pay for the new textbooks you’d need for the upcoming semester.
When you got back to campus, you were excited to see your new roommate, whom you’d befriended the previous year. So you’d been surprised when you’d arrived at your dorm to be met with a complete stranger.
Your old roommate had applied for a transfer to their dream school and gotten accepted. You’d felt a little sad at the time, wishing they’d at least said goodbye.
Veeeeeeery unsafe for work Doflaw under the crop, so view at your own risk! CW: Gore, blood and non-con. You have been warned |ʘ‿ʘ)╯
Yet another piece for the wonderful @drheartstealer’s DofLaw exchange φ(^∇^ ) I had a lot of fun drawing this, seeing as it’s not my usual content! ^w^
▣characters:MONDSTADT’S+INAZUMA’S FINEST x gn reader
⦿albedo, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, razor, and venti
▣trigger warning:yandere content, dark content, murder, drugging, mentions of blood, heavy stalking, manipulation, obsessive mindsets, delusional mindsets, mentions of breaking and entering, mentions of physical abuse, abuse of power, kidnapping/imprisonment, infantilism, dumbification, explicit masturbation, male ejaculation, sexual fantasies, non-con/dub-con, explicitly sexual content.
miya atsumu + osamu x fem!reader, 3.1K, nsfw (18+, mdni) requested by warnings:threesome, yandere, dubcon, oral (f!receiving), implied stalking, double penetration (two in the same hole), pet names (pretty girl, doll), degradation (osamu calls reader a slut once), overstimulation
Ever since they moved next door, the twins have always been in your orbit. Weekends are filled with dinner and drinks in your apartment; weekdays are filled with jokes in your shared chat room and more dramas and TV shows than you can even count. When it’s not Osamu on your couch, it’s his loudmouth brother. When it’s not the blonde with his arm around your shoulder, it’s the food service major, eyes watching you like a hawk while you cook dinner. But most of the time, it’s both of them, their bickering and loud voices filling your otherwise quiet apartment.
That’s why it seems strange to have someone other than them sitting at your little retractable table. Ojiro Aran, your partner for a marketing project, leans on your left side to look at something on your laptop screen. Your cheeks warm with him so close—he’s an attractive man, and he made it no secret that he was excited to be your partner for more reasons than the project. The little smirk on his face as he “accidentally” brushes your arms before he points at the screen proves that.
“I think we should change this picture,” he says as he points to a picture of the ice cream sundae you chose for the ice cream shop your project is on.
“Hm? To what?”
“Something like the dinner I want to take ya on this weekend?”
Okay the lovely @bratwritings wrote a drabble for an ask I sent a few days ago about accidentally sending Bakugou a lewd that you were supposed to send someone else and it got me thinking of this fic. I hope you guys enjoy it! Lemme know if you’d like a part two~
Thanks to @wings-flames-and-ashes for always taking time out of their day to read through my shit.
You loved Midoriya, you really did. He was everything you could ever want in a man, perfect husband material as all your friends kept dutifully reminding you. ‘You’ll never find anyone better’. And you supposed they were right, he was almost perfect. Except for one big thing, your sex life was almost non-existent.
It wasn’t from lack of trying, most nights you were ready and raring to go, often having worked yourself up throughout the day. The problem was, Midoriya didn’t seem to feel the same way. You’d lost count of the amount of times that you’d waited for him to come home, hopeful that today would be the day that you’d have some precious time together, but every time was a bust. Even on those days where you both had no work, your schedules completely free, he always had something he wanted to do. Someone he’d want to visit, or somewhere to take you out on a date. It wasn’t like you were complaining, you felt extremely lucky to be with one of the best Pro-Heroes in the world. It was just- you needed more.
Genre: Smut & Angst Notes: And so it ends Warnings:18+, dubcon, alcohol consumption, smoking, gun stand off, major character death, mentioned violence against the reader, domestic abuse, graphic description of murder, vaginal sex, creampie, collaring. Words:3.2k
Shuuji Hanma has never been a man to feel fear in his life. When others find themselves feeling alert and on edge, Hanma can do nought but laugh. But since leaving your place… The home that you share with your fiancé, his boss, he believes this may be the closest to panic he’s ever felt. In fact, he’d go as far as to admit he’s a little scared. Kisaki is a crazy fuck, like him. And also not to dissimilarly to Hanma, he’s calculated. He imagines that Kisaki has already gone out of his way to contact his subordinates and alert them of Hanma’s treachery. Hanma is brave, in the sense that he can stay in his penthouse like he didn’treveal he’d been fucking his precious fiancé behind his back. He supposes you were right about one thing.
Shuuji Hanma is a dead man walking.
He’s been sipping his favourite whiskey since the minute he got home. But he isn’t stupid, he needs his wits about him, after all. He’s been nursing the same drink for a longwhile. He needs to consider himself. His next course of action. What has happened. What willhappen. You entering his life after so long was an unexpected cog in his well oiled machine of existence. It had been so long since he’d thought about his favourite slut. His toy. He still can’t believe that he managed to forget you at all.
How could he forget someone he spent so long going out of his way to torment? Someone he forcedto give her virginity to him. He was clumsy then, he’s sure you’ll agree. He had a little experience, more than most, so he knew what he was doing with you. But now, he is matured, he is a man. Despite the fact he sees women as devices to give himpleasure, he knows exactly how to please. And although it’s been so long since he played with your body, it is simply unforgettable. It is his.He’ll touch you just right and make you come undone with so little effort you’ll have barely taken a breath.
Is that why you run to him?
Is that why you’re back in his life?
Because you’re his,aren’t you? You won’t forget something so important like that. You’re always going to be his girl. Hanma’s Toy. It’s engraved in your flesh for that exact reason. But even without that permanent, black, ink. How could you forget someone you gave your virginity too? How could you forget all of the things he did and made you do? You couldn’t. You can’t. Even at such a young age, you wonder if he knew what he was doing. If he wanted to scar you so vehemently that you’d never be able to erase him from the recesses of your mind.
You’re his.
No one else’s.
His.
“Open the door, Hanma.”
It’s familiar. Why wouldn’t he recognise the voice of a man he’s been thick as thieves with for over a decade? With a cigar latched between his lips and his gun in his hands, he stands perfectly adjacent to the front door of his penthouse and points the weapon at the entrance. He has no doubt in his mind that Kisaki has brought an army with him to snuff him out and put an end to the memorable and insufferable Shuuji Hanma.
“It’s open, Tetta.” he responds. The use of his forename enrages Kisaki, a clear snub of his superiority and a lack of respect from Hanma.
He opens the door slowly… slowly… slowly… until they’re face to face with each other. And it’s unbelievable, but somehow, they manage to laugh. Kisaki is pointing his gun at Hanma, and Hanma’s is pointing right back. And for some reason, it’s so fuckingamusing.How did things get like this? At one point or another, Kisaki would have trusted Hanma more than anyone else in the world. Even you. Fuck. You.
“Don’t tell me you came alone.” Hanma queries, refusing to let his guard down but still managing to take a tactical puff of his cigar.
“I did, believe it or not. I’m a reasonable man. Some might say, smart,”
“First I’m hearing about that.” Hanma jokes, earning a snicker from his former friend.
“I figure there’s history. And a simple explanation mightjust clear this all up. So, I haven’t told a damn soul about this. Pour me a drink.” Kisaki speaks and demands as he tilts his head and his gun in the direction of the tumbler of whiskey standing alone at Hanma’s lonely dining table.
“For real?”
“We’ll drink, and I’ll listen to what you have to say. And thenI’ll blow your fucking head off for touching my little wifey.” he talks, calmly. The final sentence sounds like a joke, but his eyes are telling another story. He’s serious, deadly so.
Hanma clears his throat, refusing to lower his gun as he walks closer to the bottle of whiskey. He grabs an extra tumbler, pouring the bronze liquid into the glass while keeping his eyes and gun focused on his boss. Kisaki enters the penthouse, using his foot to close the door behind him.
It’s almost comical, really, how neither of the men refuse to put away their weapons. Even while sitting so close to each other. Their legs spread, a show of dominance, like men do, as they sit and find the most comfortable positions in their seats. It’s almost like a silent contest to display who needs more leg room, which of them has the biggest cock and balls.
It’s Hanma.
Their gun holding arms turn to jelly as they enjoy their drinks. Resting the cool metal killing devices on their legs as they casually sip and slurp as if they’re indulging in last orders at a bar with close friends. A memory they’ve shared more times than they can count. Butthisis nothing like that complacent, relaxing vibe. This is tense.
“She’s missing, now. Have you, uh, seen her?” Kisaki queries.
“No. Why would I have? Doesn’t she have friends?” Hanma responds, calmly. Kisaki studies his eyes. Enough years in this line of work, and you can spot a liar with genuine ease. So, he stares and stares.
“Iknowshe’s here, Hanma.”
Hanma takes another swig of his drink, clearing off the last remaining drops before pouring another for himself. But he shakes his head, adamant he has no idea what he’s referring to.
“You wanted to talk about her, you said. So, what went down after I left?” Hanma asks, a question he’s been dying to know after he fled. He has never felt guilt before. He thinks he might be a sociopath, most days. Or else he wouldn’t have put youthrough everything he did in the past. And yet, for the first time maybeever, he felt bad for leaving you with him tonight. He turned your world upside down and threw you to the wolves. It was too much like the old him. A him he isn’t ashamed of, but he likes to think he is at least a littlebetter than. So, he had to ask. What happened?
“Well. I was mad, you get that, right? It’s understandable, I mean—”
“Did you damage mytoy, Kisaki?”
“Notyours,mine.But, yeah, so fucking what? I beat her black and blue. What sane man wouldn’t?” Kisaki questions. Hanma slams his glass down on the table, earning an explosive laugh from his boss. “Come the fuckon. I loved her, y’know? Spent a fortune on her. Gave her everything.Only for her to cheat with… you. Thought she was my princess, my forever.”
“No one will love her like I can. I’ve loved her since the day I set eyes on her as a kid. So, I’ll tell youone more time. Mytoy.Myprincess.Myforever. I’ll find her and fuck her into the shape of my cock because she is mine.And my name is on her forever, to prove it.” Hanma monologues, it’s relaxed and pointed. Kisaki retains each and every word. An indescribable rage sears through him and he realises he’ll never have what you have with Hanma. History.But that fucking mark.It can be removed. It can be changed. He’s signed his name into your skin tonight in the form of blooming blue and purple blooms. It’s just a shame they aren’t permanent.
“You have to die, that’s a given. Yeah?” Kisaki chuckles, and even Hanma smiles.
“If you think you can kill me. If you thinkI will let that happen. Sure.”
“It’s a matter of pride, man. I loved… loveher. And she ismine, no matter what you say or think. But what she did, I’ll never forgive. I’ll spend the rest of my life making her pay for it.”
“You won’t see her again for the rest of your life, Tetta. Only one of us is getting out of this penthouse alive and I intend on making sure it’s me.”
“She humiliated me. With you.I’m all for happy endings but not at the cost of my own. I can’t lose her to you, man, I can’t.” he tells him, a tone of finality filling his words. Hanma shakes his head, again. In his eyes, he has no choice.
“Do you know I took her purity from her? Even if I die, she’ll never forget me for the simple fact I took her virginity. You don’t forget your first. And, you’ll never be able to love her like I can. Like I do.You’ll have to kill me to stop me from claiming my toy back, but like I said, I have no intention of letting that happen.”
You wonder if it’s the sociopath in him. He’s thankful that Kisaki was looking at his drink when Hanma’s eyes widened, ever so slightly. His heart rate quickened, the organ was pounding as he tried to keep a neutral, poker face. He managed to steady the tremoring of his fingers as he tried to pretend nothing was happening behind Tetta Kisaki. Crossing one leg over the other as he smiled and drank his whiskey in such a nonchalant manner. It roused Kisaki’s suspicion to see Hanma become his usual, cocky self.
Bang.
That cocky, trademark smirk wiped off of Hanma’s face in an instant. Instead, he donned an unimpressed, almost boredthin lipped expression as the blood of your ex-fiancé spattered across his face. He smacked his lips together, attempting to discover whether he could taste copper on his tongue as he paid no mind to your former partners body slump out of his chair and collide with the ground.
You were a coward for killing him like that. His back to you and no way to defend himself. You got him right in the back of his head, and you could only assume there was an exit wound somewhere close to between his eyes as it pissed blood and puddled around his body and seeped into his expensive Louis Vuitton suit.
“S-Shuuji…” you whimpered.
“Shush.” he demanded, getting up from his seat and tutting you into a stunned silence. You murdered someone. Fuck.You, a regular fucking person, killed Tetta Kisaki. Hanma grabbed your shoulders, firmly, kissing your forehead and forcing you to look him in the eye as he spoke to you. “You did the right thing, baby.” he assures you.
“I…killedsomeo-no.Killing is… it’s neverthe right thing!” you feel like you are screaming but in reality your voice has almost died in your throat as you try and articulate your conflicting feelings. He would have probably killed youfirst. You thought he was going to, tonight. Hanma did some terrible things to you but he neverbeat you. You’ve never felt so sore, so pained. And yet so lucky to be alive. And Hanma, fuck, you can’t believe this is reallyHanma. His touches are so tender and delicate. So sweet.He knows you’re hurting. He could see it in the bruises when you first stumbled into his home, yes, but he could predominantly see it in your eyes.
“Bastard deserved it and then some for doing this to you.” he states, you try to shake your head but you can’t. He stills your skull with two large palms, once again forcing you to look into his drowsy, golden eyes. “I’m a real piece of shit, but even I wouldn’t lay a hand on a woman. How could he hurt someone as precious as you?”
“I’m a murderer, Shuuji I can’t, I—”
“He didn’t tell anyone he was coming here. No one will know about this internal struggle. You know what that means? I’ll be taking over Kisaki’s role in the company. You’re mine, again, and everything is gonna be fine.”
“I don’t know…” you sigh, obvious concern in your voice. But again, he tuts, a feeble attempt of dismissing the worry from your body.
“Come.” he demands. “Into the shower, wanna wash this prick off us before I make arrangements to move him.”
“S-Shuuji, please. Please be—”
“I know, baby, I know.”
It is the most glamorous shower you’ve ever seen and will ever hope to see. The shower head is attached to the ceiling and you both fit inside with plenty of space surrounding you still. There’s even a small bench, made out of the same marble material as the walls you are standing inside of. Of course the door is glass, fogged completely with steam from the boiling shower as well as your rising body heats.
He sits, peacefully, allowing you to stand alone under the shower as you cleanse your naked, shaken body. You can’t help but giggle when you see his cock standing to full attention as he ogles you lathering your body in shower gel and allowing the water to cascade down your body.
You’d never of expected him to sit so patiently like this while he has you as his.You are officiallyhis property and he isn’t doing anything about it.
Or so you thought.
The nice guy act soon wore thin, and you found yourself shoved against the glass door. You struggled, slightly, your bruises aching the further he forced himself into you and against the glass.
“H-Hurts, Shuuji, it, ah—!”
“Can’twaitanymore.” he informs you as he guides his cock head to your sodden cunt. “Need to make you mine again.” he tells you.
And with that, you realise this isn’t going to be about you. He knows how to fuck you. How to make you cum. And yet, he won’t. His priority is himself. Filling you to the brim with his cum and marking your insides officiallyas his.
“Always had such a tight little pussy, haven’t you? All mine. All fucking mine.” he practically growls in your ear as he begins to slam up into you.
“P-Please, Hanma. Slower! Slow…” you beg, pathetically silent it’s almost drowned out by the pelting drops of water cascading against the ground. A simple ‘tsk’leaves his lips as he kisses your cheek and reaches around to fondle your clit.
“Wish I could kill him twice for making you so sore.” he hums as he allows his fingers to dance lightly across your battered skin. But it doesn’t stop him from pummelling against your body, if anything, he’s fucking into your sweet spot harder. He’s moaning, grunting, gaspingalmost, as he approaches his doom. He’s quick. He could easily lie and say it’s for your benefit, which it is. But it’s for him. The sooner your insides are painted white, the better. “Oh – fuck – ‘m cummin’, Christ‘m cummin’ baby.”
And you feel it, Godyou feel it because he shoots his load directly into your womb, you think. They’re silent thoughts, but he’s already thinking about you carrying his child. He always pictured three or four with you. Three boys that give the two of you hell and one girl he worships with everything he has. Not now, he hopes. With your mental state so fragile and everything so new.
His cum dribbles down your legs. But the minute you step under the shower, it’s being carried down the plughole by the current.
Definitely not now.
He abandons you, a towel wrapped around his waist as he heads towards his bedroom. You find a towel for your body as well as your hair, doing your best to chase after him without slipping and falling in the process. He’s rummaging around in his drawers desperately searching for something. He looks back at you, briefly, as you enter, and then back again with more focus as he takes in what he’s seeing.
“Towel off sweetheart. No hiding your body from me, wanna see every inch.” he instructs. You do as you’re told, unwrapping the white, fluffy towel from your body and exposing your skin to the freezing, air-conditioned room.
“What are you doing?” you wonder, sitting on the edge on his bed eagerly as you wait from him to come over to you.
Finally, he finds what it is he’s looking for. “Stand up.” he tells you, hiding whatever it is behind his back. Once again, you comply, watching him come closer to you and sit himself down. “Sit on me.” he demands. You straddle him. He kisses each and every inch of your body within his reach. He smooths his hand over the sickening blue blotches delivered to your skin by Tetta. You gasp, erotically, as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth as sucks sweetly.
“Shuuji…” you moan, losing yourself to his touch. “What’s behind your back?”
“Somethin’ very special, it’s old but looks like new.” he smiles into your body. “I got you it years ago, didn’t get the chance to give you it.”
“I wanna see.”
He reaches behind his back. And it’s odd, the look in his eye is almost hesitant. Like he doesn’t wantto give it to you. He isn’t sure of himself. Is he worried that you won’t like it? But, your pleading gaze wins him over.
“I… I want to hate it, but I don’t. I, I love it.” you giggle. It’s a collar. A beautifulpink collar with your name engraved on the silver bone. “Oh God, I really love it.”
“There’s a leash too.” Hanma laughs. He raises it to put it around your neck, and you find yourself letting him with not a single complaint. Maybe you’re in a state of unknowing because of what you did to Kisaki. Nothing matters and nothing feels real. But for whatever reason. You are obsessedwith this new accessory. And it’s sick, because it feels romantic. In days gone by, you were known as nothing to him other than Hanma’s toy. But this… has your fucking name on it.
“Fuck. Hanma… ‘m really yours, aren’t I? Always been yours.”
18+, dubcon, alcohol consumption, smoking, gun stand off, major character death, mentioned violence against the reader, domestic abuse, graphic description of murder, vaginal sex, creampie, collaring.
a/n: admittedly not my finest banner work but i am what the kids would call a touch lazy,, anyways i’ve had this fic done since nov 2021 but here i am,, this was indeed for the damned collab but i’ve fallen off the face of the earth between then and now <3
—18+ dark content minors dni —
warnings: ok noncon, but leans towards dubcon, hinted breakup, feelings of longing/heartbreak (bc ya know it’s not a miki-tobio fic if i don’t make it hurt in some way) sleep paralysis, this is monster fucking lmao, a touch of fear for flavor
Hot.
It’s far too hot.
For a moment you consider kicking off the layers of blankets weighing you down, yet the notion is immediately dismissed when the rigidness of your body becomes clearer to your sleep-ridden mind. At most you can feel your fingers and toes twitch just slightly, stuck laid out on your back buried under blankets with a perfect view of your door cracked open.
The door that begins to creak on its hinges, startling you even further out of your tired trance. The door that you swear you had shut nice and tight just before bed.
Long fingers emerge from the darkness, tracing along the edge of the polished wood, pushing it open little by little.
Tobio?
It couldn’t be, he’s over a thousand miles away and you haven’t spoken in months but the outline of the shadow emerging from behind the door is far too familiar to be anyone else.
His name sits at the tip of your tongue, ready to slip out. Yet you can’t, that invisible force keeping you from uttering the simplest of names. The scorching heat of being smothered by the layers of blankets only fueling the building panic coursing through your veins.
The figure emerges fully from the pitch black, the sliver of moonlight peaking through your curtains barely illuminating the stranger. You want to yell out, so desperately, too many words build in your chest. Yet your body still proves unforgivable, only allowing something akin to a pitiful squeak to escape from you.
Slowly the shadow of a man creeps across the room, the groan of your floorboards under his weight allowing you to have some idea of where he is in your room.
Run, scream, something, anything.
The thought pauses, for just a second, swearing that it really is him, your Tobio.
He hunches over you with jerking motions, it’s wrong, it’s all wrong. The sapphire of his eyes you’ve adored for so long are replaced by a strange mottled ruby, the sharp lines of his face crude, taunting you, it’s him but it’s not.
You can’t move, can’t speak, a prisoner of your bed, of your own body. A shadowy hand reaches towards you, a frigid palm settling against your cheek.
Tears well in your eyes, yet they don’t seem to spill, just as frozen in place like the rest of you.
His —It’s— mouth clicks open, a strangled groan tearing through the stale air.
You swear you hear your name buried in there, or maybe it’s your mind playing tricks on you to keep some semblance of your sanity intact. Frozen fingers drag down your cheek, goosebumps erupting across your flesh.
“Nnn.” It’s all you can manage, a weak protest as those cold digits drag across your jaw, moving down to land on your throat. Replacing well manicured nails are gangly, sharp blackened ones, scraping over the cold sweat breaking out and drenching your body.
There’s a stronger twitch in your fingers, leaving you foolish enough to believe you’re breaking out from this horrific predicament. The hope snuffed the moment the freezing digits clamp down on your shoulder, nails tearing through the old, stolen Adlers practice shirt.
Stop.
Hot tears manage to spill, burn down your cheeks, your mind begging and begging your body to do something, anything, to escape from this horrifying moment. Tobio, Tobio, Tobio, his name becomes a prayer, a beacon of hope that he’ll somehow appear in place of this crude proxy.
Yet the nightmare only furthers as you feel a dip in your bed, a weight pressing against your side pushing you further into the swath of blankets. Only making bile rise in your throat and anxiety muddling your consciousness further.
“I-I’m ‘m ho-hom-e.” The demon croaks into your ear, deep and ragged just like Tobio would after a draining late practice. And for a moment an image of him flashes in your mind, once more taunting you than bringing a feeling of comfort.
No.
“M-Mis-sed you.” This is too cruel, your mind supplies, tears continuing to cloud your vision as you feel your cotton underwear drag down your hips, inching down almost painfully.
Again your brain supplies all the memories of moments like these, your beloved Tobio coming home after you’ve long fallen asleep, sneaking into bed and snaking his arms around you. His wandering hands bring warmth, filling your heart with love and adoration.
None of that is here in this moment, this terrifying caricature bastardizing what was a heartwarming ritual, pumping your veins with dread and most of all, a heart wrenching sadness.
And just like Tobio would, lips, though chapped and cold, skim along your cheek down to your jaw. They move as if whispering the sweet nothings you’d expect, caressing along your jaw lovingly.
Finally you’re able to shut your eyes, yet there is no escaping from this monster, the frigid air surrounding him consumes you. He slots himself between your thighs, forcing them to fall apart and accommodate him. Your chest heaves and stutters with a sob as something blunt and impossibly hot prods at your bare cunt.
“Pretty-tt-tty.” Those cold hands slip under your shirt, one staying planted on your waist as the other crawls up to squeeze at your tits, sharp nails tapping and scraping at your sternum.
No prep, no warning as he impales you with his torrid cock, that same dry heat ripping through your body and practically negating the freezing air surrounding the two of you. It hurts, it should hurt, your mind once again begs your body to listen, to hate this sensation and this monster.
But it feels good, it feels too good as he burns at your inside, brands it’s, his cock against the twitching walls of your cunt, carving his place, his right to be there.
Your eyes flutter open, vision still blurred and ruby turns to sapphire back to ruby, flickering back and forth, but what do you care when you can pretend that it’s him. Without any thought your arms come to life and you throw them around broad, shadowy shoulders.
None of it’s right, not the way your hands splay against awfully cold, rippling muscles, or the feeling of his face nuzzling into your shoulder, ragged breaths and a clicking sound pouring into your ears.
It’s not him, each drag of it’s cock only solidifying that notion.
He’s not coming home, you whine at a particularly rough thrust.
You miss him, as sharp nails pierce your skin.
“L..ove…l-love yo-u.” The monster croaks again and your mind unconsciously supplies the response of love you more. The phrase escapes from your lips as something between a choked moan and a sob.
Somewhere between that final, ruthless, thrust and hot cum pouring into your cunt, your body shakes with a shameful orgasm, his name finally escaping your lips as darkness clouds your vision.
You jolt awake, the sunlight blinding you for a moment as you try to stretch away the stiffness in your joints. There’s a heat in your chest and cheeks as bits of your dream from last night invade your muddled, morning thoughts.
Pointedly you avoid the mirror of your vanity, too ashamed to even look at your own reflection, leaving you blissfully unaware of the bruises scattering your body for just a little longer.
Tags: fem!reader, virgin!reader, age gap (readers age is not specified but is over 18), corruption, slight dacryphilia, size kink, pain kink, sloppy oral, body worship, mentions/imagery of non/dubcon, it’s a little bit melancholy but not angsty
From.Chiwhorei:god i forget how to fucking format this shit HI HELLO I HAVE BUGS IN MY BRAIN AND ALL I DO IS THINK ABOUT JIRAIYA. If you’ve had the misfortune of speaking to me recently, you know this already. If you’re here for content from a fandom that’s not been dead for years— i don’t really know what to tell you. If you’re here for old men fuckery, you win and you are correct. I had lovely fwiends read this over for me and hype me up to post again, thank you so much @titan-fodder@lady-laurenand@whats-her-quirk i am ever grateful for you.<33
It’s hard, so hard, to keep his eyes on you.
Steamy black threatens to roll right through the back of his skull. He’s got to keep his composure, steady the shaking intake of breath at every shy bob of your head. What you lack in experience, you sure make up for in enthusiasm.
Your lips stretch far past their limit, curling inward to hug tightly around his thick shaft.
“Fuck.”
Jiraiya doesn’t want to miss a second of this, of you, but every whisper of contact your lips promise is enough to drive any man to insanity.
“Am- am I doing okay?” You pull those precious lips away from him, eyes jumping between his and the weeping cock in your hands.
God, Jiraiya thinks to himself, a small laugh bubbling from his chest, it feels like I’m eighteen again.
warnings:toxic relationship (eren and reader are both major assholes), poor jean thirdwheeling, smut, fingering, name calling, slight dubious consent, possessiveness, jealousy
The relationship that you have with Eren Yeager is… flawed, to say the very least. Toxic doesn’t even begin to describe it. Perhaps just catastrophically, utterly fucked up.
He says he doesn’t want a girlfriend— because why would he want to be held down?— but then wants to burn any man who even glances in your direction. You say you don’t need him, but here you are, falling at his feet once again.
“'ren, I can’t.” You gasp as he licks a path from your neck to the back of your ear, biting the lobe.
“You can.” He laughs lowly. You can feel him pressing against your core, aching through his pants in his want. His hands press up on either side above you, caging you in. Overwhelmingyou.
“I’m serious. You can’t just follow me to my dates and…” You falter as you feel his hands move from the wall to your waist, gently squeezing your hips.
“And?” He urges you to go on, fingers fiddling with the sides of your dress.
“And, do this.” You gesture to him, to the bathroom the two of you stand in. “I’m sick of it, Eren, I’m sick of you—”
His lips cover yours in an instant, the taste of his faint cherry chapstick— the one he stole from you— melting on your tongue and making you moan at the familiarity of it all.
Wait, no.
You push him off, chest heaving. “Stop kissing me!”
Eren runs his thumb against your bottom lip. “It’s the only way to shut you up.”
You slap his hand away. “Stop. I’m on a date with—”
“Jean?” Eren interrupts, scoffing. “You think he’s better than me?”
“Iknow he is. He’s nice, he actually cares about me, and he’s waiting for me, so we’re done.” You turn to unlock the door, but Eren slams his large hand against it, stopping you from prying it open.
“Eren.”
“Why don’t you get that you’re mine?” He nearly growls, forcing you to turn back toward him with a hand on your jaw. “I’m tired of your fucking games.”
Your heart stills at mine.
His hands drag down, easing your dress up your thighs. The glint in his eyes dares you to stop him, but you simply clench your hands into fists as your skin ignites in heat.
Eren pauses when he sees the black lace of your underwear. His gaze meets yours, and you can practically see the flames flicker in anger.
“You wore this for him?”
Truthfully, no. You’d planned on going home alone and texting Eren to come over. But you are well aware of Eren’s jealousy, especially his hatred towards Jean. You need to play this out logically, teasingly,no matter the risk.
“And what if I did?”
His hand is over your throat before you can even finish whispering the question, your body thudding against the door.
Checkmate.
“Fucking slut.” He sneers, his free hand cupping your heat and making you groan as his palm grinds against your clit. “Can feel how wet you are.”
He pulls the crotch of the fabric to the side, letting his index and middle finger slide through your folds and into your tight hole. The stretch is blissful, making you toss your head back. His thumb flicks your clit in gentle, steady circles. Eren watches eagerly as your brows furrow together in pleasure, how your teeth sink into your plush bottom lip, which is now fully smeared, pink traces left on the surrounding skin.
Eren laughs under his breath at the ease of it— your resolve crumbles from mere touches. There’s no way that you’ll ever get away from him, not when he has you clutching onto him, sharp nails embedded into his shoulders as you shudder at the feel of his fingers pumping into you.
You must look like a mess, you think. Eren thinks you look beautiful.
“Fuck, ‘ren.” You whine, pushing yourself against his hand. “I’m close.”
And, the asshole he is, he pulls his hand away. He desperately keeps a poker face as he slips his fingers into his mouth, watching the disappointment flood your eyes, tears threatening to fall over.
“Jean’s waiting for ya. Don’t want to keep him waiting.”
Before you can clear the fogginess of your almost orgasm, Eren slips out the bathroom. His job is done. Because in about 5 minutes, he’s expecting a call from you, begging him to come over and wait while you come up with a shitty excuse to ditch your date.
Eren almost feels bad as he passes Jean on his way out, the opposing side of his dinner table noticibly empty. But he can’t help but grin as he tastes the essence of you on his tongue.
He can admit the relationship he has with you is catastrophically, utterly fucked up.
warnings: mild manga spoilers, smut, dubcon (if you squint), cursing, cunnilingus, reader is lowkey a sugar!mommy, size kink, edging, choking, name-calling, slight body impact (spanking), biting, no condom (creampie), lowkey angst but happy ending </3, confession of love, takes place in jjk world (au where toji hops around but only depends on one woman hehe)
“C'mon, sweetheart, I’ll just be here for the night, that’s all—”
You sneer. “Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me, asshole. The last time you said that, you cleaned my whole fucking wallet—”
“You know I didn’t mean that, darlin’.” He grins sheepishly, scar widening. “Besides, you know I pay you back. How much ya charging tonight? Three orgasms?”
You slam the door on his face.
“Four?” His voice echoes from outside.
“I’m not letting you in.”
“When’s the last time you had a dick in ya?”
“Toji!”
Cheeks flushing, you pull open the door again. “Shut the fuck up.” You hiss, dragging him into your apartment. “Do you want to embarrass me?”
He raises his arms, as if to prove his innocence. “I just asked a question.”
You glare up at his mischiveous eyes, watching his pupils dilate in amusement. “Sleep on the couch. Don’t even think about it.”
“About you?”
You walk towards your bedroom, refusing to look back at him— if you do, you know you’ll be caught up in his lust. “About anything.”
Toji is stuck on your mind, late into the night as you lay in bed, blankly staring up at the ceiling. The last time you saw him was a few months ago. And just like you’d scoffed at him, he did take the cash from your wallet on his way out. That fucking asshole. But even though he’s a terrible thief, that isn’t what pisses you off about Toji.
It’s just… he never contacts you. He comes and goes whenever he feels like it, making you worry. He could be broke, homeless, dead— and you’ll never know, waiting until the next time he stops by your apartment. You’re well-off, you could help him— he simply won’t let you.
And that’s what makes you mad.
But he never lets you be mad at him, because he apologizes. Well, never verbally, but with his fingers, with his lips, with his—
Knock knock knock.
Thanking the heavens that your filthy thoughts are stopped, you drag yourself out from under your soft blanket to the door. Toji towers over you, the shadow of a smile on his lips.
"What do you want?”
“Water.”
“No.” Your hand reaches to pull the handle, but Toji sticks his foot out.
“Hey, ya can’t let me die of thirst.”
“I’d kill you before that happens.”
He juts his bottom lip out, slightly furrowing his brows. Pouting. “Want me to beg? I can do that for ya.”
“Fuckinghell.”
You push past him, rolling your eyes. You’re desperately trying to keep your anger at bay but it’s so difficult whenever Toji is around. The worst part is that he knows it too— the corner of his lip keeps twitching in amusement, his brilliant eyes glimmering as if he’s winning. Like this is some sort of game.
“Here.” You present him with a glass filled to the brim. He takes it with a “Thanks” before proceeding to down the entire thing in three gulps. Not that you were counting by looking at his adam’s apple, or the prominent veins of his neck, or the gentle scars—
“Hey.”
Too busy in your ogling, you didn’t realize that Toji had boxed you in with his hands against the counter. The smell of his sharp, sea-scented cologne holds you hostage, stilling your body, your mind—
“Toji…”
This is bad, this is bad.But,fuck, you can’t think anymore, not when his thick fingers drum against your hip, his other hand sliding up to rest on the base of your neck. His thumb sweeps against your soft skin, making you extremely aware of the fact that you aren’t wearing a bra under your sheer nightgown, that his finger is just a few inches away from your achingly sharp nipples.
“Hmm?” He hums, dipping his head into your neck, lips puckering to peck you right on your shoulder. He deeply inhales, taking in your sweet scent, the gentle smell of your skin. “I missed you.”
You pretend that his words don’t make your heart race. Glancing at the ceiling, you bite back your moans. “I didn’t.” You lie, voice slightly wavering.
Toji glances up with his eyes narrowed, calculating. “You didn’t?”
You shake your head deliberately, not trusting your voice. But Toji simply smiles, bending down to lift you up on the counter.
“You’re still mad at me, aren’t ya?” He pushes your hips back further, forcing you to lay back. A gentle kiss is planted on your knee, bare from how your nightgown has shimmied up your thighs.
“I’ll make it up to you, alright?”
In, out. You have to focus on breathing because it’s getting terribly shallow, especially when Toji hasn’t even started. His teasing fingers push up your nightgown up to your waist, exposing your plain panties. Toji takes his time pulling the lace down too, smirking as you squirm.
His breath hovers against your thighs, a gentle heat that warms your insides. You shiver again, forcing Toji to hold you down by the insides of your thighs. The new position gives him an open view of your cunt, slick and pulsing.
“Didn’t miss me, huh? Your pussy says otherwise.”
“Toji, I swear to God—”
You can’t even finish your sentence because his tongue is prodding you open, pure sin flooding your nerves and forcing your back into an arch.
“Nghh!”
He feasts like a starved man, slurping and flicking his tongue messily, letting his spit mix in with your arousal. You feel debauched, corrupted by his vulgar actions, but you ignore the shame as you roll your hips into his face, letting your clit catch onto the point of his nose.
“‘M gonna cum.” You whine, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel the coil in your belly tighten a bit more. Toji squeezes his palms around your ass in encouragement, pressing you even closer to his face.
“Let me taste you, sweetheart. Come f’me.”
His lips latch onto your clit, and it’s the end of it. You gasp, nails desperately scratching against the counter as you ride out your orgasm, hips still twitching against Toji. He doesn’t let up either, tongue lapping up every drop of your nectar and forcing you into overstimulation.
“Ah, Toji, too much, s’ too much!”
Tears well your eyes, feet kicking out involuntarily, but Toji’s large palms wrap around your ankles. As he stands, he pulls you towards him, forcing you to straddle him.
His eyes are bright, a smug smirk tracing his slick lips. “Tell me you missed me.”
You pull down your brows, desperately trying to keep your fury in control. “Why would I miss you?”
He smiles now, teeth sparkling in the little flicker of moonlight that presses past your window. “Because…” For his answer, he glances down at where the two of you meet, your core right against him, wetting his trousers. When he looks back up, you can barely see the green in his eyes— his dark pupils are eating away at the color. Eating away at you.
You blush, cheeks flaring red. “That doesn’t mean anything.”
“What does it mean, then?” Toji traces your bottom lip with his thumb, pulling it down the slightest before letting it pop back up. You don’t say anything, too absorbed in his motions.
His thumb pushes past your lips, resting heavily on your tongue. Without thinking, you suck it in, tasting him off. You swear you hear his breath stutter, eyes widen as he looks at your lush, glossy lips.
Before you know it, he’s sweeping you off the counter with ease, like you weigh nothing in his arms. His mouth distracts you, tongue prodding against your lips until you part them and let him in. He’s sweet— the slight taste of your arousal and the smell of him making you lightheaded. You’re terribly aware of his hands cupping and squeezing your ass as he guides you to your room, dropping you on your bed.
“You’re a bad liar, y’know that?” Toji leans back, pulling his shirt over his head. You know he’s flexing, and it should make you cringe and scoff… but beyond the new scarring across his chest that makes your stomach twist in worry, his taut pecs and defined biceps distract you in the best way possible.
“Your body can’t lie to me.” He yanks down his pants, cock bobbing in your peripheral vision as you force yourself to keep your eyes on his emerald voids. He crawls towards you— on top of you— thumb reaching out to mockingly brush the corner of your mouth. “C’mon sweetheart, you’re drooling.”
“‘Mnot.”
“Really? Well, you are down here.” His cock parts your folds, dragging up your wetness and letting the heaviness rest between your legs.
“Ah!”
“Admit it.” Toji coos, letting the head of his length catch onto your hole before pulling out. You squirm, whining, but he pins you down with his hands on your wrists.
“Please.”
It is said so low, so quiet that you aren’t completely sure if he even said it. You blink up at him, pushing away any anger you have toward him just for a second of clarity. Though Toji’s eyes still have that humorous glitter, you can see through him, noticing the hidden doubt and concern in the bags of his eyes, the wrinkles on his forehead, the fine droop of his lip.
He’s…worried.
And hell, if that doesn’t make your heart thrum faster than it already does around him.
“I always miss you.”
It’s true. You miss him during every moment of the day, hoping that today will be the day he stops by again, and just in case, you always make enough food for two.You miss him even when he’s there, because you know you’ll miss him even more when he leaves. You miss him the most when you roll over the covers and he’s not there, just his lingering scent reminding you that there’s nothing in the world that can preserve the feeling you have when you’re with him.
You hope he can hear all that through your minimal words because your throat is too clogged to say anything more. When he responds by caressing your cheek, his dick guiding into you, you’re sure he knows.
Your mouth widens into a silent gasp. It’s been too long.
“C’mon, breathe.” He hums as he pushes in, feeling slight guilt but mostly pride as he notices the moisture gathering on your lashes. “Atta girl. Tight fucking pussy.”
“T-Toji.” You whimper as his fingers roll against your clit, easing away the pain. “You’re so…”
“Big?” He teases, rolling his hips into you sharply. You can’t find it in you to chastise him because it’s true, he’s terribly big with the way that he’s splitting you in half. You pathetically nod as your nails embed themselves in his back, lifting your head to tuck yourself into the crease of his neck.
Every single thrust makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. Toji’s warm palms keep your thighs spread, occasionally squeezing and slapping the fat of your thighs just to hear you squeal.
Toji throws his head back in pleasure, a low groan escaping his mouth. You watch how he tenses— a drop of sweat drips from the column of his neck and you follow it with your eyes as it drips down between his chest and torso, his lower stomach, before wetting his happy trail. God. You feel your toes curl as you clench around him.
“Fuck.” He hisses, squeezing his eyes shut as his thrusts stutter. “Do that again.”
To tease him, you do it in a succession of three. He gasps, his palm landing on your throat to squeeze you back. “Fucking hell.”
Toji pulls out. He snickers at your whine and your failed attempt to latch onto him, before flipping you over.
“Greedy little thing.” He laughs as he pushes in, reveling in the way your fingers fist at the sheets.
He’s going faster than he was before, balls smacking your ass hard enough to make a thwack-thwack echo around the room and change your cheeks into a crimson color.
“Toji.” Tears slide down to your pillow as you bury your head. “Gonna come. Need you…” You drift off, knowing that he knows. You should have known he’d be cocky about it.
“Need what?” His mouth hangs over your ear, teeth grazing the shell of it. “Don’t know what you want, sweetheart.”
When you don’t answer, he bites down.
“Fuck!Just… touch me.”
“Could’a just asked.” He huffs as his thumb and forefinger pinch at your clit, giving you the relief you need. “Go ahead.”
You feel your body tense, breath getting caught in your throat, along with a jumble of emotions. “Missed you—fuck, love you, s’much.” The knot in you unravels deliciously, euphoria hanging over your consciousness.
Meanwhile, Toji’s mind is whirring at your confession, hands tightening against your waist. “L-love you, shit.” He pushes into you one last time, fingers pressing into your skin to really remember this. He needs to know that you’re really here under his hands before he cums, for once not in his fist. Toji trembles, panting through his orgasm and falling right on top of you.
You can’t get a full breath in with Toji’s weight pressing against you, but you do nothing to move him. You feel suffocated in the best way possible— engulfed in his scent and warmth and love.
“Don’t leave.” You murmur against his bicep that curls against you in a tight hug.
“I won’t.”
You don’t care if it’s a lie because it’s enough to make you relax into him more. Tonight, you refuse to think about when he’s gone— you press a kiss to his cheek and giggle when he nips you back.
Whumpee on their knees, lips parted, panting heavily with a flush of red spread across their cheeks begging their Whumper to be able to please them.
× × ×
“Mh, want you sir.. need you sir..” They cooed lustfully, nuzzling their cheek against Whumper’s knee, rocking their hips gently so that their heels perfectly teased their sweet spot, “please sir.."
Whumper smirked at their heated, eager form while reaching down and taking Whumpee’s chin between their fingers, lightly tracing their thump around Whumpee’s soft, tender lips, watching them eagerly open their mouths a little wider as Whumper teased the tip of Whumpee’s tongue with their thumb.
"Mh, you want me, do you?” Whumper lowly growled in a lustful tone while watching them nod slowly, letting out a low hum in agreement.
“Are you sure you want me? Or is it the drugs I slipped you making you want me? Hm.. better be honest with me baby."
"M'Want you.. I want to please you, Whumper.. M'please let me please you.." Whumpee could barely comprehend the words coming from Whumper’s lips, all they knew is they craved Whumper in the worst ways.
Whumper shivered faintly, hearing their softer, more needy tones and sounds while sliding his thumb into their mouth, looking down at their big eyes.
"Well? Show me what you’re capable of..” Whumper huskily cooed while using his other hand to massage the front of their black suit pants.
“And if you’re lucky, I may let you please me.."
Whumpee moaned eagerly around Whumpers thumb, closing their lips around their thumb while softly suckling, and flicking their tongue over the tip of their thumb.
Whumper shook their head faintly in amusement at seeing how quickly and efficiently these drugs had worked, but they were definitely not complaining at the change of tone per se.
They pondered for a moment before moving their thumb from Whumpee’s mouth with a faint popping noise as they replaced it with their index and middle finger, causing Whumpee’s eyes to widen suddenly as they gagged a bit from the sudden switch.
"Mh, we may need to work on that a bit more before you can heave the real thing.. If you think my fingers are hard to take, I can’t imagine how you’d deal with something a lot.. girthier ”
Whumpee shivered while nodding lightly, their gaze focused more on Whumper’s excitement as they slowly proceeded to bob their head up and down the length of Whumpers fingers, while suckling a little more.
“Maybe I spoke to soon.. You seem to be taking this like a pro.” Whumper used their other hand to lightly slap Whumpee against the cheek, causing them to let out a soft moan.
“Such a desperate thing you are..”
They used their hand to softly caress Whumpee’s cheek while steadily unzipping their suit pants and unbuttoning them.
“I suppose I have some time before my next meeting, so you better please me quickly and efficiently."
"Th-thank you sir.. M'need you so badly~"
"Oh, I know Whumpee, and I assure you, I will be the only thing you ever need.”
warnings: college au, enemies to lovers (the best trope), alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, creampie, slight dubcon (bc of the alcohol), multiple orgasms (f! receiving)
synopsis: he hated you for reasons that were unknown and you hated him for how he treated you but after a drunken confession things start to change
a/n: this is for my lovely @kaeyaphoria’sgo f yourself collab! enemies to lovers is the best trope and you cannot tell me otherwise! thank you for letting me join my love!
Kisaki Tetta, a colossal pain in your ass and he made it known that you were a colossal pain in his. Ever since you two were in middle school he had this sort of vendetta against you and always treated you like shit and of course this rude treatment carried over into college. It was a shame that he would hold this negative temperament towards you for all these years.
But the real kicker was you didn’t even know why and there was no way he’d let anyone know.
He would rather die than tell you the real reason as to why he always treated you like shit. It was something he would take to the grave. So because of his treatment you grew a strong distaste for him, why should you try to be friendly to someone like him? And this carried on throughout all the years you knew each other.
While you two were in the same classes together you two were never paired for group work or for any projects but it still didn’t stop him from making snide comments whenever you were presenting or just answering a question.
You two had just hoped that the rest of your college years together would just end with not being paired for any assignment or project. That hope quickly died when you two landed in the hands of Professor Sax, a professor who absolutely loved group projects. From the beginning of the semester the class had group projects on things that weren’t even remotely related to the material you were all learning, honestly you had no clue what you were learning in the class but if it was an easy A you wanted then you’d get it from this class.
You still had one sliver of hope that you wouldn’t work with Kisaki since most of the semester had gone by without you two being assigned as partners or in the same group, there were close calls of course but you were lucky.
You let out a small sigh as you walked into the classroom, earlier than everyone else but not earlier than him. Just as he was about to open his mouth to make another snide comment, you glared daggers at him and walked to your seat, “don’t say anything Tetta, your voice is like nails running down a chalkboard.” He just rolled his eyes and muttered to himself. Soon everyone started walking in and finally your professor walked in with a big smile on her face.
“Alright guys! So since it’s finals season I don’t want to put any more stress on you so I am going to assign a simple final project!” She sat on top of the wooden desk and held up a piece of paper. “Here I have your partner names and once I read them out I want you to just sit together before I explain the details of the assignment.” She began reading the names and as she went through each pair your heart sank further and further into your stomach, awaiting who your partner would be.
“Y/N and Tetta, please sit together.” Your eyes widened and you looked over to meet his equally surprised gaze. You couldn’t move or do anything. Why did it have to be now? Why couldn’t you get paired with anyone else? Why him? He slowly got up from his seat and trudged over to the empty seat next to you and sat down. You didn’t spare a second glance at him, you couldn’t, you already felt sick to your stomach.
“Alright so that’s everyone, if your partner isn’t here just send them an email or text. So this project is something I’ve always loved doing and I think it’s super easy compared to the 30 page papers some other professors assign. It’s a get to know your partner project! Find common interests between you two and just present it, you guys might never see each other again after this so if I could help brew a friendship between you guys then I consider my job a job well done.”
As she continued droning on about the assignment your mind traveled elsewhere. How the hell were you two going to work on this? There was no way that you two had any common interests, besides your hatred for each other.
“Well that’s pretty much it from me, I’ll give you guys two weeks and just have fun with it! Once you guys set up a meeting time or exchange contact information you can leave!” The room filled with chatter and laughter but you couldn’t hear it over your heartbeat booming in your ears.
“Hey dumbass, stop zoning out.” His fingers snapped in front of your face and you looked over at him. He took a piece of paper from his notebook and placed it on your table. “Here’s my number and my address, meet me tonight. We’re getting this done as soon as possible.” You took it and slipped it into your bag and heard his footsteps as he got up and left the classroom. You pinched the bridge of your nose and got up after him, this was gonna be hell, you just knew it.
The rest of the day went by in a blur, you could barely focus on anything but the dreaded meet up with Kisaki at his place. You could just blow him off and do the project on your own or come up with some bullshit excuse as to why you can’t work with him. Still as the hours went by you just decided you would go to his place, just get it over with and not have to deal with him until you had to present it.
After your day of classes you went back home, quickly showered then made your way over to Kisaki’s. You entered the building and took the elevator up to his floor. “The faster we get this done the faster he’ll be out of my hair.” The elevator stopped and you walked to the door at the end of the hall and rang the doorbell. After a few seconds of no response you rang it again, just as you lifted your finger to do it a third time you were met with an obviously tipsy Kisaki. The red blush that coated his cheeks, his disheveled hair and the open bottle of whiskey on the counter top.
“Are you seriously drunk? What the fuck is wrong with you?” He glared at you and opened the door more, slightly staggering. “Shut the fuck up, I can handle my liquor and this is the only way I can remotely stand you.”
You sighed and walked in, he followed behind you and grabbed the bottle of whiskey and his glass and sat down on the spacious couch in the center of his living room. You sat down on the other end and took out your laptop, setting it up with the assignment details your professor sent you while he continued to drink more. You opened up PowerPoint and sat back to look over at him.
“So tell me about things you like or things you do with your friends, unless you’re just a miserable asshole that always gets drunk.”
He scoffed at your words and downed the rest of what was in his glass. “Well I don’t really have friendships, I just have people close to me as long as they have use for me. Fucked up if you really think about it don’t you think?”
You wish you could say you were shocked to hear what he said but it wasn’t surprising. Someone like him would be the type to just have ‘friendships’ like that. You just sighed and shook your head. “So you are a miserable asshole that always gets drunk, let’s move on with something a little better. What do you like to do? Besides making my life a living hell.”
Now it was his turn to let out a sigh, followed with a chuckle. “Wanna know something funny?” He leaned in closer to you, slightly slurring his words from how much alcohol he drank. “I’m only mean to you because you remind me of this girl I fell in love with in elementary school. You’re so much like her, beautiful, smart, a bright light in the dark and it kills me. It kills me because if I were to get close to you I would only end up falling for you even more than I already have and it would just end in heartbreak.”
Your eyes widened at his words, it didn’t make sense to you at all. You would’ve thought it was a joke, that this was just another sick trick of his but you knew that alcohol often acted like a truth serum which only meant that everything he’s telling you is the truth. While you did hate how he treated you, you could kind of see where he was coming from, heartbreak sucked and making yourself that vulnerable was even worse. He leaned in closer to you, his blue eyes boring into yours.
“Tetta, I-I don’t think you should do anything you might regret.”
He shook his head and leaned in more, lifting one of his hands to your cheek. “What I’ll regret is never making a move.” He closed the gap between you two and kissed you softly, just enjoying your pillowy soft lips against his slightly chapped lips. After a few seconds he pulled back slightly and caressed your cheek with his thumb. “Can I do that again? Please?” This time you took the initiative and closed the small distance between you two kissing him again, this time letting the kiss lead to more.
He kissed you hungrily and desperately, not wanting to let you go not even for one second because in that second you could change your mind and just leave him and that was what he feared most. Still you both needed to breathe so he pulled back slightly, the both of your chests heaving to catch your breath. “I need you, please.”
You wanted to give him what he needed but he was still tipsy, you didn’t want to take advantage of him in this state. But it was as if he could read your mind and see your thoughts. “Baby please, I’m fine. I want this and I want you, I need you badly. I can’t spend another night fucking my fist to the thought of you, please.”
He stood and held your hand in his, lightly pulling you to the direction of what you assumed to be his bedroom. You nodded and followed behind him and once he got you on the bed his lips were on yours again, tearing at your clothes to get you naked as fast as possible. Once your clothes were on the floor he made away with his own, tossing them haphazardly to worry about in the morning. He wanted to take his time with you, he wanted to make you cum over and over again on his fingers and tongue, watch you shake from overstimulation but his cock was aching and by how wet you were you needed him badly.
“Please Tetta, please fuck me.” You spread your legs for him and he swore he would have melted in a puddle right there. He spit on his hand and stroked his cock to get it wet, he didn’t want you waiting any longer, you shouldn’t wait any longer. He quickly lined himself at your entrance and shoved his cock inside you, bottoming out completely. Your hands flew up to his arms and you dug your nails into the skin, creating angry red drag marks. Your legs shook around his waist and his name left your lips beautifully. Your pussy clenched around his cock tightly, squeezing it with all you had and it hit him that he just made you cum. He needed to see that expression on your face again and again and again. It made his heart swell and his cock throb seeing your pretty face as you came all over his cock.
He reached down to grip the sheets by your head and started thrusting into you hard and fast, his breath fanning your face as he groaned your name each time he bottomed out inside you. “You’re perfect, so fucking perfect. I’ve dreamt of this, dreamt of you, for so long, so damn long.” He knew he wasn’t going to last long the second his cock bullied its way into your gummy walls. He also knew you were close to another orgasm, the way you clenched around his cock, how your lips were perfectly parted, the pretty whines of his name leaving you, he knew you were close.
He moved one hand by your head down and started rubbing your clit, moving two of his fingers along the swollen nub to help you fall head first into your orgasm. “Cum for me baby, cum for me. Let me see that pretty face again.” His words came out through grunts and groans and your arms came up to wrap around his neck and press his lips against yours.
He continued his movements and continued kissing you like his life depended on it until you pulled away. “Cumming Tetta! Fuck I’m cumming!” He pulled you back in for another kiss, swallowing all your moans and cries as he fucked you through your orgasm and soon brought himself over the edge, spilling inside you and coating your walls white. He dropped his head in the crook of your neck and panted.
“Spend the night with me, we’ll talk about everything in the morning. I just want to hold you for the night.” He murmured into your skin and slowly lifted his head to meet your eyes. “Okay, I’ll spend the night.” He pecked your lips once more and pulled out of you slowly, sucking in a breath as he watched his cum spill out of you and drip onto his sheets.
He reached over to his nightstand and took some tissues out and began wiping you down as gently as he could. Once you were clean he pulled the blanket down and helped you into bed then slid in the space next to you, pulling you to his chest. As you both drifted off to sleep you figured he wasn’t going to really talk about what just happened but it was fine. You also knew there was going to be a huge shift in your relationship and how you two acted with each other but it wasn’t something you had a problem with.
Maybe deep down it was something you were hoping for without even realizing it.
tw. fem!reader, afab!reader, hard dom, sub!reader, exhibitionism, fingering, saliva, spitting in mouth, degradation, lots of threats from scara, yeah I used his signature sentence idgaf, gangbang (??), toxic characters, they all treat you like a pet, mating press, breeding kink, childe talks about killing you, cervix fucking ??, squirting, semi-public sex, noncon with xiao if u squint, xiao throws one comment about killing ppl, gorou is wild, overstimulation
% you take it just a bit too far %
an.minors dni, viewer discretion is advised, heed warnings, not proofread im coping from the last tokrev chapter
