@onsunnyside this makes me think of Curtis sleeping in Cherry’s bed. All naked, covering his face with her big plushie when her annoying alarm goes off too early in the morning
yes yes yes !! After he sneaked in the previous night and right now, your parents are knocking on your door for Sunday church… let’s hope they don’t open the door while Curtis gets a “good morning pussyjob”
▣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.
▣characters:LIYUE’S+KHAENRI’AH’S+SNEZHNAYA’SFINEST x gn reader
⦿ chongyun, dainsleif, tartaglia, xiao, xingqiu, and zhongli
▣ trigger warning:yandere content, dark content, heavy stalking, obsessive mindsets, delusional mindsets, mentions of breaking and entering, implied physical abuse, abuse of power, mentions kidnapping/imprisonment, infantilism, dumbification, mentions of explicit masturbation, male ejaculation, sexual fantasies, mentions of non-con, explicitly sexual content.
→a/n: merry (super super super belated) christmas! please enjoy getting fucked by the christmas devil himself <3 life nearly beheaded me but that’s adulthood for you. anyway, hope you beautiful nerds don’t mind me back on my usual kinky bullshits lol now to disappear back inside my grave…
→summary: be careful what you wish for. it might just come true…
→rating: explicit nsfw, noncon, horror →pairing: krampus x fem!reader →warnings:noncon, gore, vomit, deaths, implied abusive family relationships, abuse, implied past child abuse, drug induced amnesia →kinks/tags: thighjob, aphrodisiac/sex pollen, rough sex, breeding kink, impregnation, size difference, big dick, inhuman/monster dick, inaccurate anatomy, stomach bulge, tetraphilia, exophilia →word count: 7.8k, edited by @watch-out-for-them
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Nine months in the human trafficking circuit has destroyed every sense of normality you ever knew. For you, it’s commonplace to be ordered on your knees for your owner, his clients, anyone else Childe deems necessary—and you’ve reached a point where you accept it this misery, just going along with the motions of life because there’s nothing else to do.
Diluc and Kaeya change that.
They enter your life on a regular workday afternoon, stepping inside Childe’s massive office under the pretense of sorting out a business deal, but a single hastily written message makes it clear that they’re not here to hurt you: they’re here to help you.
The only issue is that you have no idea how to escape Childe.
→a/n: been a hot minute, huh? ngl, ive been debating on whether or not if this one is too much to post (this is…extreme even for my usual stuffs) or if its just so unedited that its unreadable but…eh. also, a quick note, the imposters are not perceived to have set pronouns by the darling, so please don’t be offended on their behalf if you saw them being called as he, they, and it. thank you!
→summary:you tried to hide, but you did a shit job of it. they most definitely did appreciate your…generous offerings though.
→rating:explicit nsfw, noncon,dead dove: do not eat →pairing: among us’s imposters (nicknamed head-thingandstomach-mouth) / afab!plus size!reader →warnings: noncon, (off screened / implied) deaths, (implied) gore, body horror, interchanging pronouns for the imposters* →kinks/tags: glory hole, piv, stuck in the wall, monster dick(s), rough sex, heavy degradation / dehumanization, language, deepthroat, facial, covered in cum / bukkake, tentacles, in the middle, spitroasting, anal, stomach bulge, cuminflation, oviposition, mindbreak, breeding, impregnation, implied double vaginal insertions, teratophilia, exophilia, reader character is mentioned to have prior sexual experiences →word count: 6.1k, (very)unedited
If you’re still accepting requests for headcanons, and if he counts as one of your characters, could I please have some headacanons for your yandere angel? Just personality in general is fine —anonymous
tw / tags: gender neutral reader, noncon, religious undertones, implied suicide, degradation, manipulation, gaslighting, orgy, and moresome / more than one. reader have prior sexual experiences.
nsfw.
side note, hmm…i dont like to accept a very general request (check my rules!) because these doesnt give me much to go on, but sometimes i’ll make an exception. this is a fairly short one though.
i am not well versed in biblical beliefs, so my depictions on angels are mine and mine alone.
This is my contribution to the amazing Deal With the Devil Collab! Please be sure to check out everyone else’s wonderful work as well!
Thank you to @seijorhi for letting me join! This is my first attempt at a darker fic, so I was so excited to write this!
Synopsis: You should be happy for your sister, but her success comes at a cost too high to pay. Tadashi seems wonderful, but there’s more to him. Unfortunately, nothing could save you from his dark side.
word count: 4250
Warnings: This is for readers who are 18 and older. All characters are over the age of 18. This includes: noncon, emotional manipulation, unhealthy relationships, light bondage, mentions of stalking and obsession, mentions of vaginismus.
MINORS DNI
While your only experience with ballet was limited to what your sister taught you, the visual nature of the art invited even novices to watch with a critical eye. And your eye could see that your sister was clearly out of her league in this company.
You wanted to be happy for her, and any other time you would be her biggest supporter (because that had been pounded into you from a young age), but even your bias couldn’t purge the sinking feeling settling into your stomach as the performance progressed.
Her arabesques weren’t as high, the lines of her piques lacked the sharpness of the others, and each pirouette further solidified the disparity between their skill levels.
But what was most concerning was the question you couldn’t ask—the one your sister was adamant not to answer: how the hell did she become a prominent member of the city’s most prestigious ballet company? While she’d always gotten what she wanted growing up, surely this couldn’t continue into adulthood. You can’t fake technique or talent, and this company was known for being exclusive.
The sweeping orchestration and opulent seating never dulled that edge and when the performance ended, you were one of the first out of your seat. You were supposed to catch up with your sister after, but some primal fight or flight instinct urged you to flee. You could congratulate her over text and promise to catch up another time.
That had certainly been the plan, until the rational part of your brain thought about what could happen at the stage door. No doubt, every other principal dancer would have at least one person waiting to meet them and gush about the evening. But who would be there for your sister? And what would it feel like to be the only one alone? She would leave you without a second thought, but maybe it was some sense of pride about being the biggest person, but you couldn’t do that to her. Plus, she was expecting you.
So you found yourself around the corner in a nondescript alleyway, waiting with several dozen others in the humid heat of a summer night. It seemed like most people had brought offerings of flowers, stuffed animals, or some other trinket for their dancers. You wished you’d had the forethought to bring something as well. Even though no one gave you any attention, you felt a heat in your cheeks and made sure to not meet anyone’s eyes.
A sweet, earthy smell caught your attention as a bouquet exclusively made of red tulips, your favorite flower, was held in front of your face. It took a moment to look from the flowers to the man towering near you, a flush painting his freckled cheeks and his sable eyes twinkling in the lamplights. A glow of familiarity seemed to shine–as if he knew you. But that was silly.
“You can have it.” His voice floated on the breeze—a clear contrast to what you expected from a man of his stature. Several inches north of six feet and distinct muscles relaxed in a finely tailored suit that exuded wealth and prestige. “I saw you looking at everyone else and thought you might feel better if you…you know…and I don’t need these, really.” He stammered, seeming to grow more self-conscious with each syllable. But his intentions were clear.
And if your heart stuttered in your chest, just a little, who could blame you? Something sparked in you–excitement, maybe? Like everything would change from this one encounter.
You grasped the arrangement with both hands, hesitating just to make sure he had a chance to change his mind. His answering grin compelled one of your own. The relaxing of your jaw and the accompanying ache made you realize just how on edge you’d been the whole evening. Before you both could make more conversation, a delighted albeit piercing shriek of your name cleaved your intimate bubble.
can’t stop thinking about sleeping in a room with other people for some reason and inappropriately touching my baby under the covers, whispering dirty things in their ears, covering their mouth with one of my hands, reminding them to not make any noise or all his precious friends will find out what a fucking needy slut they are, letting their mommy touch them like this
Night and Day- pt. 3 (Yandere!Chrollo x Autistic!Reader)
Part three for y'all. Remember, this is based off of my own experiences with Autism and living Nurodivergent with chronic illnesses (mental and physical). This may not be exact to the experiences others have had.
Warnings; Yandere and all that comes with it, Chrollo and all that comes with him (including but not limited to; stealing, murder, blood, narcissism, smart ass, casual indiscriminate slaughter), autistic reader, female bodied and pronouned reader, slight infantilism, any negative comments said have been said to or about me so it is as accurate as I can make it, word ‘retard’ is used against reader, reader clap-back, NSFW, anxiety for something new is rough, Chrollo can be very patient when it means he gets something, mention of pregnancy, slight breeding kink, slight corruption kink, praise kink,
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Nen was such an unusual and unique thing. So many different expressions of nen that a person can learn and so many that still have to be created. Something so fluid in motion that it can change as the wielder changes in their life. It is present in everyone but so few can use nen and even fewer have perfected the craft.
So it came as an honest surprise to Chrollo when he realized just what your Nen actually did. He discovered the abilities of your Nen the same time you did due to a completely random occurrence where your newly awoken nen actually showed itself and the sheer power it had. You hadn’t even tried to use an ability at the time, but that didn’t stop it from happening and it was surprising for everyone else around you as well.
It was at least a month after that initial rocky introduction to your soulmate and you felt more relaxed around him as each day passed. Not once had he tried to 'correct’ any of your subconscious behaviors or to shush you when you got a bit carried away while talking to him. He still had yet to find any true predictable pattern to your brain, but he was becoming more used to you and the general way you thought about the things around you.
Sometimes he would stop reading his book to ask you what things you could hear or what happened to be on your mind at any given time. The Troupe began to learn more than they thought possible from these random times Chrollo would have you list off the things that caught your attention. They began to realize the scope of your attention radius on the world around you, the little things you noticed and remarked on, things that they didn’t even realize they did that you would pick up on.
You were a spectator to almost everything that was around you yet you could also easily miss something near you due to so intensely listening to the world farther away from you. They even picked up on how much you would mirror them during conversations, matching certain behaviors and taking note of responses they typically gave. If pointed out, you immediately stop the behavior and close up mentally, retreating into the quiet social shell that you created and giving short responses until you opened back up.
It also became increasingly clear to the troupe that any time you would curl back into that shell, Chrollo would be irate with whoever caused it. They knew their beloved leader was trying to break you- his one and only soulmate- from that societal yoke and any negative progress was met with ire. The Troupe was significantly lacking in that learned obedient behavior due to growing up in Meteor City while having to fend for themselves, so they really hadn’t realized the way you internalized every response and planned yourself accordingly. You grew up with this social curve of action and response, not even on the same curve as your peers so you took many things quite seriously and personally in an attempt at playing catch up.
The Troupe knew how to act semi-normal in a typical setting, but they had the advantage of just knowing how to act. It became increasingly obvious that you did indeed have a specifically crafted mirror of a personality that you used to primarily avoid conflict or others. That crafted personality made them want to know what it was that lay beneath and what the true unshackled you would be capable of.
It was partially what led to your Nen lashing out.
You hadn’t meant to, not really. But you were having a less than talkative moment, staring at nothing in particular and generally just existing in your own brain while your body remained idle when it happened.
You had been among Chrollo and the other Spiders when some group of thugs decided they wanted to ransack the place. Their hollering and shouts at the Troupe served as a less than gentle way to pull you back into reality, feeling your panic engulf you with every shout. Though the troupe wasn’t bothered in the slightest when the men drew their guns, your brain kicked you into both freezing up and lashing out.
Physically you did not move, but regarding your nen, the world morphed around you and bent to your anxieties. The decorative statues became animated and fiercely protective of you, the very building you sat in groaning to life in order to deal with the men that you felt so terrified of. Doors slammed shut and the men quickly became the ones who were trapped instead of the other way around.
Pillars moved, rooms changed, furniture came to life and sought only the deaths of the men responsible for your stress. The main downside was the fact that you unintentionally closed yourself off, the building itself hiding you away. It took Chrollo several hours to find you tucked away in the heart of the living building, cowering and trying to block out the unfamiliar sounds that thundered around you far too loudly.
He managed to calm you with his relaxed tone and steady heart-beat, letting you curl against his chest and hide from the chaos you unintentionally created. As you calmed the building returned to its former self, releasing those inside from the trap it had become. The Troupe wanted to know just how you did what you did, knowing the limitations of Nen and how a few of the oddities they encountered didn’t follow basic Nen laws. You were exhausted and unable to answer the questions they had, falling asleep in the comforting arms of Chrollo as he held you close.
That day, you learned many truths about not only yourself but about the fact that you had rather aggressive Nen. Your Nen quite literally changed the world around you. Chrollo believed it to be an illusion at first, but after searching the living building he began to realize the sheer effect your Nen had on the world around you. He wanted to test the capabilities of your Nen and see all it was able to do, but it became quickly apparent that your Nen was linked to your stress; the more stressed you were, the stronger you Nen became.
To Chrollo, learning the extent of your Nen was not worth the stress it would put you through, not to mention the amount of stress you had to be in for it to even manifest properly.
For now, Chrollo allowed your Nen to remain an enigma. He would work more on it with you later, but his primary goal at that moment was to gently extract you from your social shell, all without distressing you too much.
Now you sat on his lap, quietly tapping some unknown beat on his arm as he read his book. Chrollo figured you could use some time outside and so he brought you to a rather quiet park and settled on a bench with you. He was quite content to relax with you when an obnoxious voice drew his attention from his book.
“Hey there, handsome.”
He glanced up to see a woman who was adorned with gemstones and wore a lipstick shade that was obnoxiously bright for her complexion. She clearly didn’t care that he was obviously interested in his book and you were seated on his lap. In fact, she looked at you the way one would look at something detestable writhing on filth.
“How about you ditch the spaz and let me show you a real woman?”
You slightly flinched at the harsh words, the soft tapping of your fingers stopping almost immediately. It was clear you were uncomfortable, but you tried to ignore the woman and look anywhere except for at her.
“I have a real woman already.”
“Oh, please. It’s cute that you’re being so nice to a retard but-”
Chrollo had enough of the woman squawking and insulting you, moving to silence the annoyance before you spoke, your voice dripping with venom.
“And yet, he still wants this 'retard’ more than he wants you.”
“Ugh, why do you think you can even speak to me-?”
“I’m not speaking to you. I am speaking at you. To imply I am talking to you would mean you have any awareness of the world around you when it is obvious you can only see your own nose, despite how deeply buried in your ass it is.”
Even with the situation, Chrollo wanted to laugh. Here this random woman was with her mouth hanging open like a fish as if she couldn’t understand that you were capable of talking and had insulted her. He almost wanted to just let the scene play out, so pleased you could hiss out insults the way you did when you usually would close up.
“Wh-”
“Just stop talking.”
“You can’t say that to me!”
“But you can say it to me?”
“Of course I can! Retards don’t understand-”
“What I don’t understand in this situation is why you’re still here. Are you that desperate for approval that you think you can bother a couple who want not a damn thing to do with you? Or is it you’re so used to getting what you want your spoiled ass can’t comprehend the idea of someone telling you to fuck off?”
“I-”
As amusing as Chrollo found the exchange, he was already at the end of his patience with the woman. His movements were so fast neither you nor the woman realized he had done anything before she was falling to the ground dead, a ballpoint pen sticking out of her forehead. Naturally, seeing a person rather suddenly die made your anxieties raise, even though the perpetrator was the very same man who held you so carefully on his lap.
“Why did-?”
“I do appreciate you snapping at that woman for her actions, it is quite refreshing to see you not shy away from conflict like you typically do. However, I didn’t appreciate the way she spoke to you and the way she spoke about you.”
“But did she need to die?”
“Oh, my love, you are such a sweet person. You try so hard to be kind to others and to avoid arguing…” Chrollo chuckled softly as if he had told a joke, “I’ve killed more people over less.”
He hummed and kissed your temple gently, seeming to wrap himself around you as best he could. Everything about the two of you seemed so polar opposite, it was amusing to Chrollo to know just how similar yet different you were from one another.
“Be as gentle as you want, love. You may be hesitant to snap at them, but I will happily kill them for you.”
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“I don’t know, Chrollo… I’ve never- I haven’t-”
“I know. How fortunate I am in the perfect position to teach you.”
“I don’t want to mess up-”
“Let me lead you.”
You bit your lip hesitantly and drummed your fingers against your bouncing thigh, wondering just how much trust you were willing to give this man. He had proven time and time again that he was different from all others you’ve met, even when compared to the troupe he was different. Since the moment you two met, he had been trying to understand you and what makes your brain tick. Chrollo has done so much to work away at that mask of yours just to sneak a peak at the you beneath it all.
“I’m not taking any pills-”
“I know how to use a condom, (y/n), and there are many options to choose from. I would love to make you nice and round with my child, to see your soft breasts fill up with milk as your body creates a physical representation of my affections and my need for you, but I can just as easily live without. I also know you are terrified of what I may think of you during all of this, I will say every thought I have out loud if you truly want me to.”
He took a step closer to you, taking your hands in his and holding them to his warm chest so you could feel the steady thrum of his heart. You weren’t trying to be difficult, you were nervous and slightly afraid of anything potentially going wrong. Chrollo knew this and planned to help you build up such confidence your anxieties wouldn’t be able to touch you.
The first step was for Chrollo to get you to allow him to be intimate with you in the first place. Beyond that he planned to praise you constantly, to guide you in every step, as well as to provide distraction for you when you became stressed. He was determined to finally get you into his bed and to indulge in your body which had taunted him so from the moment he met you.
“(Y/n),” Chrollo pulled you close, body pressing against your own, “may I love you? Will you let me?”
You bit your lip, watching with almost wary eyes as Chrollo rolled his hips in a relaxed motion against your own. It was true, you wanted to say yes and give in to Chrollo with open arms and an equally open heart. The only thing making you hesitate was your nerves in the situation, so many ways to potentially make a mistake or embarrass yourself around Chrollo.
As if he could sense your hesitation, he gently grasped your hand and pulled it towards himself, guiding you to his unzipped pants. His hard length was obvious when pressed up against you, but it seemed so much more beneath your warm hand. The relaxed pulse of Chrollo’s heartbeat was clear in his stiff length as he pressed your hand onto the apparent bulge.
“Will you let me love you?”
Chrollo asked again, his voice a soft croon in your ear as you felt your body warm up intensely. The most you could manage was a nod as he pulled you to the bed, laying you back against the blankets.
He took his time pulling his coat off, tossing it to the side as he moved on top of you to kiss you ever so gently. His hands were warm against your skin and you felt your anxieties pushing back against your desire to let Chrollo have you fully. You did want to take this next step, but your anxieties always gnawed away at your mind and try to force you to reject him.
Chrollo gently trailed kisses down your neck, ensuring to leave several marks that would make his claim over you quite clear to anyone who saw them. It seemed like Chrollo was well versed in intimacy, each touch so delicate despite the fact you knew he could snap bones with a mere flex. When his warm hands reached your chest, you couldn’t stop the anxious whine that escaped you, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to keep yourself under control.
“I told you, I will say every thought out loud if I need to. So, I want to tell you exactly what just having you here is doing to me…” He slowly cupped one breast, his arm next to your head holding up his weight as he murmured in your ear, “just the thought of us doing this gets me so hard. I had little interest in pleasure except when I needed to use it for information, now I’m so starved for your attention the mere thought makes me ache.”
He continued to hum those soft words like a sinner confessing every deep detail of their crimes. The full and plump lips brushing against your skin sent shivers through your body, feeling a persistent throb between your legs. Chrollo was still slowly caressing your body with his hand, hips pressing up so firmly against your throbbing core.
“The amount of wet dreams I’ve had of making you pass out from pleasure would make a degenerate blush. Your voice,” he kissed your ear gently, “your face twisted with pleasure,” his hand slowly lifted your shirt, seeming to slice through with not a scrap of resistance, “your exhausted body clenching down on me just right,” your bra joined the forming pile of clothes on the floor, “all the way down to how your soft holes taste. Just using my tongue to make you squirt for me, tasting your soft and warm insides.”
Chrollo moaned lowly against your body, taking one of your breasts in his mouth and toying with the other. He was intentionally being louder than he usually would, using his own pleasured sounds to get you riled up and help you feel more relaxed around him during this process. He switched breasts and moved his hand down to unbutton your pants, slowly pulling then off of you, stopping for a moment whenever you whined.
As he managed to successfully remove the obstructing clothes, you found the courage to open your eyes and look down your front at him. Chrollo was trailing kisses down your soft body and staring up at you, the intense eye contact making you yelp and look away. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest as he slid his hand beneath the last article of clothing you had, cupping your dripping heat with his hand.
“Mmm… You’re so wet for me, love. I need you so badly.”
Your underwear slid off of your hips and down your legs, leaving you completely bare to Chrollo’s intense gaze. Impulsively, you covered your eyes and tried to block out both the embarrassment and the anxiety of the situation. You heard Chrollo’s clothes dropping to the floor as well and jerked slightly when his hands returned to your hips.
“My beautiful (y/n)… Won’t you please look at me?”
It took a moment for you to work up the courage to look past your fingers and down at Chrollo, his stormy eyes seeming to glint at your attention. He held that eye contact as he settled between your legs, refusing to look away as his tongue dragged up your sensitive heat. You couldn’t help the way you gasped, eyes closing once more as you mewled with every following slow lick.
“Fuck,” he moaned, trying to dig his tongue deeper into you between words, “you taste so good..! I want all of you…”
Chrollo knew exactly how he was working you up gently, not just stuffing himself in you and fucking away his troubles. Two fingers joined his tongue, slowly sliding into you one at a time as he suckled on your clit passionately.
“(Y/n),” Chrollo prompted softly, “tell me what you’re feeling.”
“I- I’m feeling- so fucking good..!”
“Want me to keep going?”
“Yes!”
“Want me to stop?”
“N-no! Please- please, Chrollo, don’t stop!”
“Such a good girl…”
You whined and moaned quietly, anxious about being too loud and someone hearing your soft noises. Each slurp or prolonged moan from Chrollo had you gripping at his hair, holding onto those black locks while trying to keep yourself from tugging too hard on them. A faint pressure felt like it was building up inside of you, becoming more and more apparent as Chrollo continued to feast on your soft pussy. Eventually that pressure felt near unbearable and your body tensed, feeling that pressure break and flood your body with euphoria.
Your limbs were rigid and you couldn’t stop your eyes from closing as you physically shook from the feeling, panting and mewling as your legs shook and tightened, holding Chrollo in place. He could have easily pulled away, but instead chose to continue licking and slurping your warm clit with a deep moan and pumping his fingers into you. It almost seemed like he truly got pleasure from seeing you fall to pieces from his actions.
When you finally relaxed and let him pull away, you were still panting and whining as you tried to come down from your high. The faint sound clothes dropping and a wrapper tearing open drew your attention and you glanced down to see Chrollo sliding a condom down onto his firm length. Fear shot through you as you saw that thick and long length Chrollo planned on putting inside of you and your panic rose back up.
“It-it’s going to be too big..! It can’t- it won’t be able to fit in me!”
“It’s alright,” Chrollo soothed slowly climbing back on top of you, “I know it will be able to fit. I won’t lie to you, it will be uncomfortable at first, maybe even a bit painful, but it will feel so good as soon as you get used to it. I promise you that.”
You bit your lip and glanced away from those steel eyes, still feeling your heart racing and your body tense in anxiety.
“Here,” Chrollo said, pulling your arms up to wrap around his body, “Hold onto me, (y/n). Scratch me up as much as you need to.”
He lined up that large cock with your soft folds, slowly grinding his hips against your own and covering his cock with your juices as he leaned over you. You tried to relax but instinctively tensed as you felt the tip of his cock press into your folds. Chrollo softly hushed you and waited for you to relax before inching his way inside of you, pausing any time you whined or tensed. When he finally bottomed out inside of you, he let out a low groan from the feel of you wrapped around him.
“You feel so damn good, (y/n)… Tell me when you want me to move, until then- ngh- I am happy to stay as still as you need me to.”
Chrollo breathed deeply and his slow relaxed breaths helped calm you, feeling the odd sensation of his pulse thrumming inside of you. There was a slight burn from the stretch of your soft walls accommodating his large and heavy cock in your gentle body. Your nails bit down into his back as you slowly relaxed, loosening your grip on his body.
As you fully began to adjust to the feeling, you hummed and felt your muscles relax. For a moment you almost forgot he was inside of you before the slightest movement reminded you.
“O-okay… Okay. You can move…”
“Are you sure?”
“No, but I trust you.”
“If you were anyone else saying that, I would think it is a horrible idea to trust me. But, you, my love, can always trust me to do what is best for you, and what is best for us. I’m going to start moving, let me know if it hurts.”
He slowly slid back and out of you before shoving himself back inside of you. The movement made you whine as that burn returned in near full force, but you refused to stop him as he settled with a relaxed pace. Chrollo was so enamored with the way your body hugged him perfectly and massaged his stiff cock so comfortably, finding even the slow pace to be more pleasure than he received from any other he has taken to bed.
“Just so sweet and beautiful.”
He crooned into your ear, slowly picking up his pace as you once again relaxed, starting to feel the faint spark of pleasure in your body. It was similar to finally scratching an itch that had been bothering you for a while, building up into much more than a simple soothing motion. Chrollo angled his hips and you mewled loudly when the head of his cock dug into a particularly sensitive spot inside of you.
Taking note of your noise, Chrollo ensured to press into that bundle of nerves repeatedly, beginning to impulsively thrust harder and faster into you. One of his hands trailed down to rub at your clit, only making the pleasure in you skyrocket beyond what you already felt. The sensation making you moan so sweetly for him and cling to him.
“Fuck..! You look so good taking my cock like this…” Chrollo panted as he stared down at your expression, wanting to see every little grimace or deliriously pleasured face you made, “do this every night with you… Just keep going until you get nice and exhausted for me..!”
He paused for a moment, making you whine at the loss of friction before he pulled back, leaving you no longer able to dig your nails into his back. For a moment you thought you did something wrong and began to worry until he lifted your legs to his shoulders, leaning forward to press into you even deeper than he had been. The oddly scrunched position only seemed to make every move feel even stronger, forcing the air in and out of your lungs in time with his thrusts.
“I want you to cum for me… Soak me with your juices and just squeeze down on my cock.”
His words were debauched and only seemed to add more pleasure to your sparking and stimulated brain, feeling that pressure building back up inside of you at a faster rate than before. As the pressure built your voice raised in pitch and your moans became louder, unable to stop the cries whining from you despite the fact you knew you were getting too loud. It all seemed to not matter as much to you anymore, feeling that pressure become greater until it broke with a flooding wave of sensation far stronger than the first.
Your head impulsively tossed side to side as if you physically had to move to properly comprehend the tidal wave of bliss that burned inside of you. Chrollo’s continued movements making you wail from each shocking sensation that continued to burn inside of you. You could feel the way your walls constricted around him, forcing a deep moan from his throat at the snug embrace of your pussy around his achingly hard cock.
“That’s it… Good girl, taking all of me so well..!” Chrollo moaned, panting slightly as the bliss of your orgasm faded away, “once more… Cum for me just once more.”
Chrollo moaned, stuffing himself into you over and over again, imagining how it would feel to fill you up with his hot cum. For now he ignored that want and continued to rut into you, feeling the ridges of your warm walls through the condom. For now he allowed the lightweight cover to stand between the two of you, content with the squeeze of your tight walls as he drilled into you.
“Ch-Chrollo..! Ngh! I can’t-! It’s too much..!”
He shushed you gently, locking his lips with your own as he continued to wildly thrust into you like a beast in heat.
“I know you can take more, Love. I told you, I plan on burning off that night-time energy of yours.”
He could feel the way your warm walls squeezed him so well, the perfect fit of his large cock in your soft insides, your sweet voice cracking and whining in elation. There wasn’t a particular number of times he wanted you to cum around his drilling cock, but he certainly knew he wanted far more than just two orgasms from you. Chrollo had been honest when he suggested burning off as much energy as possible so you would sleep through the whole night without any disturbance.
He certainly planned to cum more than once, vaguely frustrated he was only spurting into the condom and not your soft body, but he quickly got over it. After all, you two were soulmates and he would have plenty more chances to fill you up with his cum.
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Chrollo slowly woke to a quiet sound and the slight bit of light through his eyelids. You lay next to him, back pressed against his chest as you remained secure in his arms. For a moment, he thought you were just talking in your sleep again before he realized the light was from your phone and you were staring intently at it.
“Darling, it’s three in the morning. What are you doing?”
“… Watching cat videos.”
“Do I need to fuck you even more than I assume to keep you asleep through the night?”
Warnings; yandere, yandere behavior, yandere temper, Gojo starts to show just what kind of yandere he can be if pushed, reader curses under threat, mild NSFW, dub-con, reader is threatened,
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You sat quietly in your cell, your little curses sleeping on your bed. Technically, you should have been sleeping as well, but your mind was miles away at that moment, thinking of a field at night and the breeze. It had been about two months since you last woke up in your cell, Satoru promising you freedom any day now but you were starting to think it wasn’t going to happen.
He had been teaching you about curses and what sorcerers typically did when they encountered a curse. To some extent, you worried about your own little curses who absolutely adored Satoru but could be so easily hurt by him. Of course, the moment he saw your expression darken, he was trying to insist over and over that your curses were technically “shinigami” so others weren’t going to hurt them but you still worried.
Beyond that, he taught you how to communicate with your pet curses and how to recognize different kinds of cursed energy. Whenever he spoke to you he always seemed to be trying his best to get closer, to rest his hand on your thigh, or your shoulder, to be just a tiny distance away from your lips as he talked. You knew he spoke to you differently than he did with others, hearing the way he spoke to anyone who interrupted the time he spent with you.
Part of you wondered just what made him so sweet to you, hearing him threaten others in a tone he wouldn’t dare use against you. Another part of you didn’t care about the why, just happy to have company in the rather mind-numbingly boring cell. Even after watching all of those B-movies and doing everything you could think about doing, you were bored.
You wanted to go outside and look at the stars, or even call Gojo to your side just to have a bit of company. It was the middle of the night though, you knew he would be off doing whatever it was he did when not around you. He spent the lion’s share of his time with you, even napping on your bed or sleeping beneath the warm kotatsu. So it was almost an odd feeling to not have him around, bothering you or just spending time with you.
He said he had to go work with a student and he would be back later, but knowing him that could be hours from that moment. That is why it surprised you so much when the door swung open and Gojo casually strolled into the room. Something seemed off about him, though you couldn’t place exactly what it was that bothered you.
He walked up to the bars of the cell and grinned, holding up a hand in a casual greeting and swinging the door open with a bit more force than usual. For some reason, your pet curses didn’t swarm to see him, actually staying by your side and staring with large, wary eyes. You began to get the feeling that something was amiss and decided to do a small test of your own just for your mental clarity.
“Gojo-senpai, it’s good to see you.”
“Hey, (y/n)! Just got word you’re being let out of here. Let’s go get some food to celebrate, my treat.”
“Why?”
“Hm? What do you mean, why? You get to go outside for the first time in three months, let’s enjoy it!”
You stared for a long moment at his white hair, noticing the slightest silver sheen to it that made it seem off-color. He stood with his hands in his pockets, but you could have sworn you saw something lining his wrist on the hand he hadn’t lifted. Where the energetic and relaxed way of talking was familiar to you, there was undoubtedly something different about him and it made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
“Sure, we can enjoy it, but I need to ask you something first.”
“Go ahead.”
“Who are you?”
He seemed shocked for a moment before laughing, seeming as if the action was forced instead of being sincere. His grin felt too stretched and too wide for his face and you could feel your heart rate kick up.
“You know who I am, Gojo Satoru, remember?”
“You are not.”
“Why are you saying this all of a sudden? You’re going to hurt my feelings!”
“Because Gojo-senpai always insists I call him Satoru and will interrupt me mid-sentence to remind me. My curses adore Gojo and will run to see him every time he visits, they are wary of you. Your hair isn’t the same white, more like a gray or silver instead. Even if all of that were corrected, I’ve been here for two months, not three.”
Genuine surprise was on the man’s face before he began to laugh, voice switching to a higher tone and appearance changing. The hair became longer and turned a more steel gray, blindfold falling to reveal bi-colored eyes on a face with now obvious stitches running across his entire body. The grin was too wide and now was twisted in an elated smile that reminded you of a cat who was toying with the terrified prey it had caught.
“And here, I thought you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference! I was actually trying that time, changed my soul and everything. Doesn’t matter, no one’s coming to check on you any time soon, so you’re going to be coming with me anyway!”
The man lunged and you yelped, not expecting him to move half as fast as he did, finding yourself on the other side of your cage within seconds. He glanced around as of confused before looking over his shoulder, catching sight of you and your curses which were now hissing.
How did you get on that side of the cage? You hadn’t moved, so something must have moved you instead.
The feeling of someone leaning over you made you tense up, feeling a warmth against your back. A light and familiar chuckle sounded by your left ear and you glanced to see what looked to be the real Gojo standing with you in a mock embrace. His hands were resting on your hips but his grin seemed strained as if he were fighting a scowl.
“Whew! Good thing I came to check in on you, (y/n)! Let me deal with this intruder.”
As he lifted one hand you were stunned to see a child run past you instead of the man you had been looking at only moments ago.
“I know better than to fight Gojo Satoru! Be seeing you later, (y/n)!”
Instead of pursuing the strange being that had impersonated him, Satoru was actually checking over you as if searching for any sign of injury. His face was oddly serious as he trailed his hands over you, seeming to be a bit too physical in his search as he brushed against your chest and ass multiple times. He seemed to visibly relax when he found no sign of damage and he sighed, standing far too close to you than he already did.
“Good, doesn’t seem like he managed to hurt you.”
“Who was that?”
“A curse of some kind. He was fluent in conversation much like several special grade that have been appearing. Did he say anything to you as to what he was doing or why?”
“No… But he did try to impersonate you. He was too different though and I knew it wasn’t you. When I pointed his flaws out, he just said I would be going with him anyway and tried to grab me.”
Satoru frowned at this and you felt his hands- which had been resting on your hips- suddenly gain a tighter grip.
“You aren’t going anywhere with him, you’re going to be staying by me. I don’t care what those old bastards say, clearly you aren’t dangerous and if you are being targeted, you need to be protected, not caged.”
A yelp escaped your lips as he causally lifted you in his arms, acting as if you weighed no more than a couple of grapes in his hands. Your curses easily raced after him, leaving the cage and the room behind as he took you down numerous halls. Each turn seemed to confuse you more to the layout before you both got to a door that opened without prompting.
Inside was a decently lavish room that had a king sized bed on one side, various other furniture pieces scattered around the large room. It felt far more lived in to you and you realized that this was likely where Gojo stayed, wondering why he brought you here. You had been expecting Satoru to take you to principal Yaga, but clearly he was not going to do that as he placed you on his tall bed.
He gathered up your curses in his arms and carried them to what looked like a door to a bathroom, placing them in the room and closing the door so they couldn’t get out. He then closed the blinds and locked the door before walking back over. Satoru stood between your legs and smiled, rubbing your hips as you felt your body heat up from the attention.
“You seem quite sensitive, or are you just excited to see me?”
“S-Satoru, what are you-?”
“Doing? Well, I figure you don’t want your pet curses watching while I pound you into my bed.”
“Wha- wait! Where did this come from?”
“Hm? I thought I was making myself very clear about my wants and desires for you.”
“When did you decide this?”
“About a week into knowing you, but I’m not a very patient person, and my personality isn’t great either. With that curse trying to steal you away, I realized I don’t like the idea of you belonging to anyone else, so I need to stake my claim.”
“I’m not- I can’t just-”
“You’re so adorable, (y/n). Don’t worry, I guess I’ll have to make love to you another time, right now I want to leave as many marks on you as I can.”
“But I don’t-”
“(Y/n), I know you’ve been watching me as much as I’ve been watching you, right? You stare when I talk, you smile when I come to see you, you could immediately tell a lookalike from how much you’ve been watching me. I’m flattered you care so much about me, besides I haven’t forgotten the ‘You’re beautiful’ comment.”
He lifted up one of your hands and gently kissed it, honestly trying to get you to just accept him already. He wanted to smother you in the extreme adoration he felt inside of him, and only some of it was caused by your cursed energy. He knew your cursed energy was trying to wear him down and make him loyal like your pet curses, but he is smarter and stronger than your pets. Satoru knew and could resist, but upon finding a depth to his affections, he willingly let himself be dragged into your flock of wayward beings.
You had such capability with your unintentional mastery of your cursed energy, the brood of curses you have collected being healed and purified when it was believed such a thing was impossible. Satoru himself had dismissed the idea of gaining curses to fight for a sorcerer with any true loyalty, and here you have fallen right into his lap. An ultimate curse ability all neatly contained within a sweet thing like you, everything he didn’t know he needed right in front of him.
There was no way he would let you just slip through his fingers. It didn’t matter what the old bastards said, he was keeping you. It didn’t matter that you weren’t as obsessed with him as he was, he could teach you to love him. So many feelings he was primarily unfamiliar with suddenly given to him in abundance with the simple entrance of you into his life.
“Let me mark you and claim you, show the whole world you belong to Gojo Satoru. And don’t worry, I’ll only make love to you when you beg me to, that’s a promise you may not want me to keep though.”
“Satoru…”
“Are you going to let me love you, or do I need to get rough?”
You remained silent for a moment and relaxed, no longer nervously trying to stop his hands from wandering over your soft body. Clearly your wordless resignation was all Satoru needed as he began exploring you more thoroughly, hips teasingly moving against your own. There was a clear firmness pressing against your clothed sex making you gasp and mewl, much to Satoru’s delight.
You gasped as he pulled his blindfold off, his bright blue eyes glinting like gemstones in the low light of the room. Again you found yourself captivated by the beautiful man who just smiled at your awed expression. Honestly, you didn’t expect this from Satoru, always believing he was already in a relationship and just couldn’t gauge personal space well. Now he ran his hands under your shirt and slowly pushed it up, trailing soft kisses over your exposed skin.
His lips were plush and gentle as he practically dragged himself up your body, his hands smothering your soft breasts as he fully removed your shirt. Even with a bra on, you felt the warmth of his hands which marveled and caressed your gentle body. The way Satoru was acting gave you the impression that he had been waiting for this, for a moment to have you all to himself like this.
His insatiable lips mouthing at your soft skin as he occassionally let his tongue swipe at your body for a taste. It was clear that he at least knew what he was doing, feeling your own body heat up in response to his actions. Though you wouldn’t admit it, you could feel your body aching for something more than the slow way Satoru trailed over your skin and sucked a new dark mark into your flesh with every other kiss. He was intentionally putting on a show for you, being louder than he needed to be in his worshipping of your body.
You couldn’t stop the way your hips began to move against his slow grinding, feeling that big, thick rod slide over your clothed pussy despite the layers of clothes between. As Satoru made his way to your perked breasts, he tugged slightly at your bra. As if debating what he wanted to do with it, he pondered in silence before you felt the clasp pop loose, easily pulling the offending cloth away from what he so desperately wanted to suck on.
Your soft chest jiggled and you tried to cover your exposed chest instinctually. You had barely moved and Satoru already had both of your hands pinned on the bed using one hand to hold them in place. With lazy strokes of his tongue he slowly dragged that slick warmth over your sensitive nipples, grinning as you mewled oh so sweetly.
He latched his mouth onto the nipple of your breast, sucking almost harshly as you whimpered and gasped. The slow grinding of his hips paired with the intense way he sucked caused a cascade of noises from your lips, trying to press yourself closer to his grinding hips.
“A-ah! Satoru..!”
He chuckled softly, allowing his lips to pop off of your warm breast, grinning like a devil up at you.
“That’s it… Just keep calling for me darling. Scream for me. Tell everyone who is making you feel so damn good.”
He switched breasts and you couldn’t stop the way your breath hitched and gasped oh so sweetly. You were moaning and whimpering in increasing volume before Satoru pulled away, confusing you slightly.
“I told you, I won’t get to fill you up until you beg me to. But, I am tempted to ask if you’ll ride my face for now~”
