#trigger:noncon

[kingkatsuki]

Inumaki Toge is the sweetest guy you know. He’s always so kind and courteous when he holds the door open for you first, or extends a warm palm to let you walk up the stairs in front of him. There’s so many sick, nasty freaks out there so you’re lucky to know a guy like him— even if he sends you terrible memes that he thinks are so funny (if you’re under nine maybe.)

But one afternoon you unlock your phone to see Inumaki’s sent you a photo. Assuming it’s another shitty meme from the first text he sent “saw this and thought of you.”

And you have no idea that he’s now freaking out on the other side of the phone because instead of sending you the hilarious alpha wolf meme that he’s just found on Pinterest, he’s sent you the last photograph in his camera roll— the photo he’d just taken a few hours earlier when you were leaving your favourite bakery.

A photo of his camera angled perfectly beneath your short skirt (almost as though he’s done it before) with an obvious peek of the baby pink panties that you’re still wearing right now.

Because how the fuck is he going to explain this to you—

[kingkunigami]

Blue Lock was masterfully crafted to build a Japan team capable of winning the World Cup, bringing some of the most talented players together to work their strengths and weaknesses. But what if it doesn’t work?

The players are great, have drive and determination, but what if it’s not enough? What if they need more incentive to reach the top? Which is the reason Ego brings in a pretty thing like you.

You can feel his breath against your neck as he speaks into the camera, unable to see the sets of eyes watching you on the large screen as you suddenly feel vulnerable. Ego’s hands settled on your waist as he talks, fingers dipping into the plush skin as he gives them the rules. It’s simple really. Whoever reaches the top gets the prize, you.

Your chest feels tight as he continues to break down the point system, even with such a seedy agreement he’s still interested in what’s fair. Not that anything was really fair when you didn’t have a choice to be here, although Ego would tell you that you could leave at any time. And you supposed you could, you could walk out that door and forget all about this depraved arrangement that you’d agreed to. The contract didn’t start until first play, and first play was in four hours. But money was money, and your debts would continue to pile, work would continue to run you into the ground, and you’d continue this lifeless cycle of misery. Anything was better than that.

But what you couldn’t see was the dark, depraved looks in the players eyes as they watched your pretty face enlarged on the big screen. Each man finding their own renewed vigour at the sight of you, another trophy to add to their collection as their names appeared on the leaderboard. Each man with no points between their name, a level playing field. For now.

Ego continued to list through the rewards the team could win for each tier of points, every salacious sex act he listed had the men hanging on his every word. Calculating in their minds how many goals they would have to secure to have you, and the number needed to win the grand prize.

Because giving away cheap frivolity would only keep hungry men satiated for so long, it was about time that they were given a chance to hunt a more coveted prize. Kunigami’s throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly, golden eyes glancing to his side to see who else seemed intent on winning. A dark, sinister smirk appeared in Shidou’s face as his eyes shamelessly roamed your exposed skin, while Raichi’s hands balled into fists beside him. Chigiri’s expression was unreadable but he could feel the ache between his thighs as he took in the way your lips curled into a pretty pout, as Bachira began to jump on toe to toe. The lions were about to be unleashed from the den.

“Game on.”

Please be mindful of the warnings which will be displayed at the top of each chapter, but each will be labelled as non/dub-con just to be safe. There is no upload schedule for this so new players will be added as inspiration strikes. 

✦ Kaiser Michael

✦ Shidou Ryusei

✦ Aiku Oliver

✦ Kunigami Rensuke

✦ Mikage Reo

✦ Shouei Barou

✦ Raichi Jingo

✦ Ness Alexis & Kaiser Michael

✦ Chigiri Hyoma

✦ More to be added...

Based on this post.

[kingkatsuki]

because he loves that sharp gasp of surprise, that sheer unadulterated bolt that courses through your body—shock in the purest, prettiest form—that jolts you from your blissful slumber almost violently

I won’t survive.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ touya-nii + his nasty habit of sneaking into your bedroom

character: todoroki touya | dabi warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, pseudocest, noncon, a slight bit of degradation, implied size difference words: 1.2k

he’s always careful when he starts. careful when he creeps into your room in the middle of the night, sock clad feet quiet against the hardwood; careful to keep the doorhandles latch from catching on the strike plate as he closes it behind him; careful not to wake you as he slinks into your frilly little bed, knocking stuffed animals and extra pillows onto the floor, as he worms his way beneath your pink-piped comforter and slithers his hand between your silky thighs—ah, good girl, you’re not wearing those pesky sleep shorts, just like he told you not to (good little sisters only wear panties to bed; and sometimes, they don’t even wear those, he had informed you)—and then wiggles his fingers under your lacy undies.

that’s when he stops being careful. 

because he loves that sharp gasp of surprise, that sheer unadulterated bolt that courses through your body—shock in the purest, prettiest form—that jolts you from your blissful slumber almost violently; skin shuddering, eyes snapping open, when he shoves two dirty fingers into your ill-prepped cunt. 

it’s his favourite sound in the world, he swears it is, swears he would bottle it up and keep it close to his heart if he could, swears he would wear it around his neck like the cutest, daintiest little noose, tethering him to you. 

but this is the next best thing, he supposes. 

your eyes slip shut again, so tightly they crinkle the corners and furrow your brow, and a whine of his name spills from your lips; first in frustration, then again all wispy and dumb when he curls his knuckles against that plush spot buried deep inside of you—that spot he knows so well, that spot he discovered, then claimed as his own. 

yeah, not so irritated now, are ya, y’little brat. 

no, you’re not. you’re sighing out his name in time with the pumps of his fingers, all melty and stupid and oh-so-cute, knotted with his honorific and seeping into your lace-trimmed pillows in little threads of drool. you’re grinding your ass back against his hard cock as you pathetically hump his palm, indulging him as his hips rut into your plush flesh, pre-cum steadily leaking through his thin pyjama pants, staining plaid in dark wet patches.

“touya-nii,” you whimper, back arching a little, nipples peaked through the thin cotton of your camisole. “stop, stop.” 

this is the routine almost every time, practiced and perfected through night after night of rehearsals, and you play your part flawlessly; effortless and enticing and full of emphasis, because you know he gets off on it—the no!s and wait!s and don’t!s, sometimes spit from your lips, sometimes dribbling out the corner of your mouth, only heightening the whole sordid affair.

because you’re just as fucking sick as your big brother is. 

he can’t stop, don’t you know?

it’s all your fault, he’s telling you, voice caught somewhere between accusatory and mocking. if you weren’t such a slutty little tease, nii-chan wouldn’t have to do this. 

but it’s all just a game; he knows you love it just as much as he does, knows you’re just as depraved as he is, because your actions don’t match your words, you bad girl, the rolling of your hips encouraging the rocking of his own, one of your free hands threading itself over his and guiding it to your breast, bony knuckles pressing into a soft palm as his fingers flex around supple flesh.

if you didn’t love it, if you didn’t want it, then why would you prance around the house in those short, short little dresses? the ones that fan out when you twirl to your music in the living room or ride up when you bend over while cooking in the kitchen, gifting anyone within the immediate vicinity (your vile siblings and their prying eyes) a coveted glimpse of the silk and lace clinging delicately to your cheeks; the ones that are an inch or two too short to be considered wholly decent, and the ones Daddy has repeatedly told you to stop wearing around your big brothers—especially the eldest. 

“m’sorry, touya-nii, m’sorry, m’sorry.”

no, you’re not, but that’s okay. he isn’t, either. 

at least you have each other.

your other hand snakes between your tensing thighs, cupping his own, little fingers layering larger ones as they try to speed up his motions, push his digits deeper, fuck you harder, give you more. 

these trysts never last long enough, though; no matter how hard he tries to lengthen them, to savour them, you’re both too eager, too hungry for one another, cumming too quickly in the dead of night as your bodies tremble together, as names shatter on tongues in sharp whispers and limbs seize and tangle and fuse into one.

it’s always so fucking messy, your cunt clenching around your conjoined fingers, slick dribbling down his knuckles in thick dollops to pool in his hand, to settle in the lines of his palm and streak his inner wrist in pretty shimmering streams.

it’s always so fucking messy, his grunts hot and humid against the nape of your neck, forehead pressed to the crown of your head as his cock throbs, filling flannel with copious amounts of burning, sticky cum—so much it seeps through the material to soak your scrunched panties, so much it dries in a hard glaze, welding lace to your ass. 

you don’t ever dare to wash it off, clean it away, eradicate the evidence, instead allowing each other’s pleasure to stain your skins, wearing it like a mark of honour, a claim of ownership, barely visible when it dries into something firm and translucent, but there nonetheless. 

his fingertips continue to flutter against that swollen spot until ripples of overstimulation are shuddering through your flesh, until your little hand is wreathing around his syrupy wrist and nails are biting into his flesh and tugging, tears beginning to bead your lashes.

only then does he chuckle and pull his hand free, knuckles hooking in an attempt to scrape your walls, a heavy coat of your arousal glistening on his fingers. 

“you cum so fucking much for your big brother,” he growls in your ear, lips wet against the cartilage, voice tapering off into a whine. “look at how wet you get for me.” 

two of his fingers flatten against your cheek and then swipe, slow and hard and thorough, smearing a thick film of your slick across your face, from the tip of your temple to the corner of your mouth, back and forth and back and forth until it’s been rubbed into your skin. 

callused fingertips push past your parted lips, weighing down on your tongue and cramming themselves into your throat, forcing you to taste yourself—to taste him, painted in you; spicy nicotine and heady salt.

“you’re fucking disgusting,” he pants out, but his pupils are gaping, watching as your gorge yourself on your big brother’s flesh, lips puckering and cheeks hollowing as your tongue curls around his knuckles and tries to siphon him further down your throat. 

a whine splinters in his chest as he pulls his extremities free from your voracious grip, slathered in spit, viscous cords strung between his knuckles as he spreads them apart. 

“yeah, you’re real fucking sick, y’know that?” 

“you made me like this, nii-chan,” you breathe out dreamily, already drifting back into sleep’s welcoming embrace, body going lax in his arms and snuggling back against his chest. 

yeah, he fucking did. 

and neither of you would have it any other way. 

[kingkatsuki]

— need

It took me way too long to write something for this man, but he has me completely deranged.

You manage to get hit by a Vandals lust jinki, but luckily for you Tamsy is there to help you out.

I was originally keeping this idea for Bakugou but somehow Tamzy just fit better.

Pairings: Tamsy Caines x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, non-con/dub-con, sex pollen, dirty talk, fingering, Tamsy ties you up, choking, Tamsy cums untouched.

Word Count: 2.2k.

“Please, help me Tamsy.” Your voice is choked and desperate as you look up at him with wide eyes. Your hand trapped between your thighs as you grind on your palm beneath your skirt.

Tamsy’s panicking now, wide eyes look back towards the door as he keeps his mask firmly over his face to protect from the pink toxins that now float through the air. The Vandal and their jinki move fast enough to escape, but it wasn’t fast enough to protect you from the after effects.

“Where’s your mask?” Tamsy pushes, rushing over to you as you practically hump your hand. Nose scrunched in irritation as it does little to satiate the throb between your thighs.

“It’s not enough.” You whine pitifully, ignoring his question as Tamsy stops in front of you. Chancing pulling off his mask when the rest of the air dissipates as he cups your cheek in a palm. You’re burning up—

“You gotta help me, Tamsy.” You push, and your smaller hand reaches up to encircle his wrist, tugging his hand down to your chest to press his palm against your breast.

It’s wrong. He should wait for back up, for the professionals to get here. Enjin would know exactly what to do in this situation, what needs to happen to fix whatever this is. He’s heard of these kinds of aphrodisiac jinki before, listened to Delmon talk about Vandals who ransacked his farm in search of these plants that held amatory properties that held a high price on the black market.

But all of his training couldn’t have prepared him for the unadulterated sight in front of him, and the desperate way you tried to grind your hips against his thigh as Tamsy tried to keep you pinned against the wall. Worried what you might do if you managed to flee the scene to chase your release, or what real creeps that roamed the Abyss could find you at this hour and do god knows what to you. Never mind the Vandal that did this to you in the first place—

It was lucky he’d been the one to find you.

“Tamsy,” There you went saying his name like that again. The desperate, pathetic whine to your tone had him scrunching his nose in irritation as he secretly committed the noise to memory. Something that would fuel his lonely nights as he fists his cock to the thought of you like this for him, “Please, I need you.”

Fuck.

Your reflexes were quick, but he was quicker. Using Tokushin to wind ropes of yarn around your middle to try and keep you subdued, much to your dismay.

“S’not fair,” You sniffle. Your bottom lip juts out and it takes every fiber of his being not to lean forward and kiss you, “You’re always so mean to me, Tamsy.”

God, you had no clue what you were doing to him right now— you couldn’t. Not with the lust jinki clouding your mind and your senses as you rubbed your thighs together to try and alleviate the tension.

He pressed down on his collar to try and contact Enjin again, opening the connection to try and find help. The signal inside the salt cave was almost non-existent, as he tried to decipher Enjin’s voice on the other end. Hoping that by shouting a rough location over the radio waves that he’d be able to find you both on the lower floor.

“It’s okay,” Tamsy murmured, “You’re gonna be okay.”

Tamsy knew these types of jinki weren’t simple to disband. The kind of power that could invade a persons psyche and consume them from the inside out— ceasing their existence if the desire wasn’t satisfied.

But he shouldn’t be the one to help, especially when he already harboured strong feelings for you— it wouldn’t be right. Tamsy couldn’t take advantage of you, especially in such a compromised state. He’d wait for back up to arrive and Enjin would know exactly what to do.

“The others will be here soon,” He spoke calmly, contrasting the way his cock pulsed between his thighs, “They’ll help you.”

“No, no—” You thrashed against his jinki, the binds tightening as they dug into your supple skin, creating dips in the fat of your hips as Tamsy tried to remember to breathe, “I can’t wait that long, you need to help me Tamsy please.”

These jinki were dangerous, if the tension wasn’t eased it would consume you whole. Worse than any poison or toxin that could invade your bloodstream— this was a death sentence if it wasn’t satiated.

“I can’t even touch myself like this,” You huffed in frustration, pathetic tears clung to your lashes as you rolled your hips, “I’m begging you.”

Oh, he was fucked.

That was the nail in his coffin as Tamsy took a step closer to you, “Calm down.”

He only needed to alleviate the tension enough to save you before your friends found you both, just enough to scratch the itch before backup arrived. He could get you off without penetrating you and quell the ache just enough to keep you alive— it would be fine.

Tamsy’s eyes were stoic as he reached forward to cup your molten heat, hissing upon contact when he felt just how wet your panties were. You couldn’t stop the debauched moan from tumbling between parted lips at the sensation, immediately bucking your hips to try and get more.

“Don’t tease me, Tamsy. Please—” He’d never heard you sound so carnal, so desperate before. Wondering if this is always how you sounded when you were in such a precarious position, fingers plunging into your wet cunt when you were alone at night, “Just one finger, please— just one, yeah?”

His cock is damn near painful now, straining against his boxers as it leaks copious amounts of pre. Trying to ignore the throb as deft fingers tug your panties to the side, gliding through your slick as he nudges your puffy clit.

“Just one.” He repeats. As though he’s trying to fool himself that this is okay.

“Yeah, yeah. Just one.” You babble, “Please, Tamsy. I can’t take any more— it hurts.”

Tamsy tries to ignore the persistent pulse in his crotch as his hard cock strains against his boxers, pre coats the fabric as he shuffles his legs to try and alleviate the tension. Directing his focus to you as his fingers push through your messy slick, parting your labia as he meets resistance.

“Oh, fuck.” Your chest heaves as Tamsy’s fingers find your tight entrance, blunt nails drag against the sensitive skin as he feels you flutter around him. Desperately trying to pull him deeper inside your silky depths as he revels in how tight and warm you are, “Put them in Tamsy, please.”

Every time you murmur his name so desperately it has his cock pulsing in response, dipping a solo finger inside your warmth as he immediately feels your walls cling to him. Your hips jerk as much as they could whilst subdued by his jinki as you pathetically try to fuck yourself on his finger.

“More, Tamsy, please.” You choked, “I think I’m going insane.”

“You said one.” He counters, watching the way your hips swish against him as you desperately try to coax him in.

“I know, I know,” You whine pitifully, “But you feel so good, Tamsy. I need more—”

If you were insane, he was damn near delirious as he slipped another finger in to join the first. Immediately curling them towards the spongy spot inside you as he focused his ministrations against it. Pumping his digits with skilled precision as dark eyes focused on your face to gage your reaction.

“Is this okay?” He rasps lowly, and your cunt throbs in response. He steps closer to push his fingers deeper, adding a third when he feels a lack of resistance that has you keening in satisfaction.

“Feels so good,” You pant, chest heaving as you grind your clit against his palm, biting down on your bottom lip hard enough that the metallic taste of blood coats your tongue.

All the nights he’d fucked his fist to the thought of you couldn’t compare to this. Your head knocks against the dirty brick wall as you thrash in his grip, your smaller hand fights against his yarn to reach out to grope his crotch and Tamsy is certain that his last minuscule piece of resolve has crumbled. A deep, guttural grunt spills from his lips and he can’t stop his hips from jerking into your touch. His sweaty forehead knocks into yours as he does everything he can to keep you pinned against the wall as he continues fucking three of his fingers into your sloppy cunt. If this is how tight you are for three, he wonders how you’d feel if you took his cock—

The scent of you potent in the air as his fingers continue to crudely squelch inside your dripping cunt, drooling into his palm and down his wrist as he sets a steady pace.

“I want your cock so bad, Tamsy.” You breathe out, your voice hoarse as he fucks his fingers into your needy hole.

“Behave.” Tamzy growls, certain you’re trying to garner a reaction from him now. And he’s already used up every ounce of resolve he had by keeping you bounded by his jinki.

“Please,” You push, just like you always fucking do, “I’ll be good, I’ll do anything if you give me your cock.”

“Shut up,” Tamsy grunts, pushing the heel of his palm against your clit as you thrash against him.

“Ugh, make me.” Your tongue lolls out of your mouth now and it’s all he can do to think about shoving his hard cock inside it.

“You’re filthy.” Tamsy grunts, his palm circling your neck to squeeze at the column of your throat. Pushing your head against the wall as his warm breath fans your face, lips dangerously close to yours.

“‘m not.” You tremble, the lack of oxygen heightens the sensation of his fingers plunging into your tight cunt as he fucks them into you with vigour.

“I beg to differ,” Tamsy speeds his fingers up for emphasis, the crude squelch fills the air as more of your slick seeps out of you, cooling against your inner thighs as he presses the calloused pad of his thumb against your clit to rub messy circles against it, “You’re practically drooling onto my hand.”

“Let me drool on your cock instead.” You quip back.

Tamsy sucks a breath through gritted teeth at your lewd words, hips bucking wildly as he imagines your wet cunt soaking his cock in your essence. The moisture drooling down is length and matting into the messy hairs at the base as he fucks into you, leaving creamy rings around the base of him.

“Stop being a brat.” He grunts, but he’s not sure he wants you to.

This is already more than he should be doing, he should’ve waited for Enjin— and now he’s thinking about sinking his cock inside your wet cunt and spearing you open on him.

“Let me touch you, please? I’ll be good I promise.” He doubts that dearly as he shakes his head, sweat beads at his brow as he tries to ignore the desire building inside him. His resolve close to crumbling as he pictures sinking his throbbing cock into your silky, wet walls.

“I don’t think you will be, sweetheart.” He chastises as he continues his pace, pressing down harder which each forward motion as he pushes you closer to the edge.

“I’m close,” You trembled, your voice vibrating against his hand as it flexed against your windpipe. The coil inside you tight and dangerously close to snapping as Tamsy spend his motions up in response.

Three fingers poised to hit that same spot inside you with each forward motion, certain his pads were pruning from how wet and warm you were. Pressing down against your needy clit hard as he felt the way your cunt began to tighten around him.

“Come on, sweetheart,” He whispered, “Cum for me.”

“Oh my— fuck, Tamsy!” The sound of his name spilling from your lips is debauched, and the desperate wail that follows seals his fate.

His hips jerk clumsily as the tension inside him cuts like a knife, legs wobbling from the unabashed force of his climax as he follows you into bliss. Tamsy moans with you in tandem as he finds his release. Shooting white hot ropes of cum into his boxers that soaks his cock and balls, leaving him sticky and messy as his spunk leaks through his pants. His chest heaves as he gulps in air, hips canting forward as your desperate fingers still reach out to grab for him. Hissing when they make contact against his overstimulated cock, sending fresh aftershocks surging through him.

“I—,” You pant, tears dried in streaky lines down your cheeks as your head lolls to the side, “Did you?”

Tokushin goes lax as Tamsy comes down from his high, freeing you from the binds as you rub at the imprints against your skin. The pink lusty clouds still haze your vision as you blink up at him blearily, your palm reaches out to feel the damp spot against his crotch as he hisses in response. Still semi-hard as he throbs against your palm, caging your body in against the cave wall as he looms over you.

Oh, he’s certain you’ll be the death of him.

[kingkatsuki]

okay so we knew sakaki seiryu likes to pretend as his twin uryu so what if one day he just went and acted like his little brother to get with uryu's s/o for one night

This literally made me bite my fist oh my GOD.

When Uryu doesn’t feel like going out, so he lets his brother borrow his clothes and shoes to take you out instead— as if that wasn’t already bad enough, but they usually get away with it too.

Warnings: 18+, dubcon (more noncon I guess cause reader can’t exactly consent if she doesn’t know? Idk), twin swapping, semi-public sex, mirror fucking, creampie.

You should’ve known that something was up the moment that Uryu replied to your text almost instantly when you’d asked if he wanted to hang out tonight.

But all your doubts disappeared the moment he had you bent over the sink in the men’s bathrooms in Ougi as he split you apart on his cock.

“I missed this pussy.” He breathed against your neck, rough fingers pressed into the fat at your hips as he kept your skirt bunched around your waist.

Your hands splayed against the counter to try and stop yourself from slamming face first into the mirror as he set a rough, persistent pace. It was unusual for Uryu to move with so much urgency, used to his languid pace when he eased his hips into you.

“What’s gotten into you, Uryu?” You gasped when he gave a particularly harsh thrust, feeling the blunt tip of his cock drag against your velvety walls before he nestled it as deep as it would go. His balls snug against your clit as he cherished the way your walls clung to him, lifting the bottom of his shirt to look down at where your bodies were connected as he noticed the creamy ring of slick at the base of his cock.

He had to record this to send to his brother to thank him for the wonderful gift— you looked way too fucking pretty. Pulling his cellphone out of the tight denim jeans he’d borrowed from Uryu as he moved to take a video, holding the camera directly above your ass as he arched his back to give his brother the perfect view.

“Shouldn’t you be thinking about what’s gotten into you?” He laughed at his joke, giving your ass a rough smack as he continued to fuck into you. Your thighs bruising against the edge of the counter as he used you for his pleasure, already feeling his balls begin to tighten in the telltale sign of his climax as he reached a hand around your body to press two slender fingers against your clit.

“F-uck,” You whined, biting down onto your bottom lip as you looked at your face in the mirror. Lipstick smeared across your chin as your mascara began to clump from the tears clinging to your lashes, wondering how you were supposed to walk back into the pub looking like this.

“Gonna fill this sloppy pussy up,” Uryu gave your ass another smack as you moaned at the thought, “You gonna take all my cum, baby? Gonna let me stuff you full?”

You were delirious now, palms pressed against the mirror to hold yourself up as Uryu’s pace began to falter. Desperately close to his release as he strived to get you off first, swirling your clit beneath his fingers as he worked your body towards your release.

“Yeah you are,” He grinned, “You’d let me do whatever I want to you, wouldn’t you? Let me fuck a baby into you and get you all nice and round— give you so many fucking babies and then let my brother give you even more.”

You hated the way your body reacted to his words, crying out for him as you felt your orgasm surge through you in harsh waves. Your eyes rolling back into your skull as your nails scratched down the glass, leaving marks on it where your head collided with the cold surface and left streaky lines of foundation.

“That’s it— cum all over my cock,” He groaned as you began to pulse around him, coming undone as you cried out entirely too loud. Thankful for the loud bass that was playing through the speakers outside as your legs began to quiver and shake, blinking away the white spots that blurred your vision as you noticed Uryu with his phone in his hand.

“I told you before not to record us like this.” You whined, your lips curled into a pout as Uryu continued to fuck himself into you, feeling your walls trying to milk him of his release.

You’d told him not even a month ago that you didn’t want him taking anymore photographs or videos during sex, because they often ended up in the hands of his twin brother. Seiryu often liked to text you about them after too, as if he was part of the relationship.

“It’s okay, baby,” He grinned, “I won’t show Seiryu, promise. This one will be for my eyes only, yeah?”

He groaned low and deep in his chest as his hand moved to cup one of your cheeks to spread you open for him, angling the phone to capture his cock disappearing inside your quivering walls as he gave a few more sloppy thrusts before finding his own end. Shooting spurts of white hot cum inside your abused hole as he gave a few more ruts of his hips to deliberately fuck it deeper.

But it was then that you noticed it in the reflection— the phone he was holding with the obnoxious smiley face that looked like it had been ripped from a Nirvana logo. Embarrassment and dread began to bloom inside your tummy as he slowly slipped his cock from your used hole to pan down to where his load was now drooling out of you.

“Seiryu?” Your voice broke as you felt your throat tighten as tears began to pool in the corners of your eyes, trying to blink them back as you watched his hazel eyes meet yours in the mirror.

“Took ya long enough, baby.” He threw his head back in raucous laughter as he gave a playful spank to your ass, “What gave it away this time?”

[kingkatsuki]

Tw: noncon, drugging.

And it has you delirious, as you feel your consciousness slowly start to slip away the moment he pushes his cock inside you. Glad he managed to watch the moment he stole the air from your lungs as you slowly start to pass out. And it doesn’t stop him, continuing to thrust inside your pliant body as he uses you for his own sick pleasure.

The maniacal smile on his face widens when he feels your walls continue to pulse and clench around him as he thrusts into you, even unconcious your body craves him. He leans down to lick the flat of his tongue along your jawline before letting his teeth sink into the junction of your neck— perhaps harder than he’d be if you were cognizant. Tasting the salty metallic flavour of blood on his tongue as he sucks at the mark, ensuring when you go crawling back to the cleaners that you’ll have something to remember him by.

Jabber is a mess as he drives his hips forward, listening to the crude squelch of your hole as he fucks himself deeper. Leaving creamy rings of slick around the base of him as your body responds to him despite being inebriated, even though you’re so far gone your body still craves him and it has his cock throbbing in satisfaction.

He wonders if your body will know when you finally wake— whether you’ll be able to tell if he lets you cum or not. Spilling his spunk into your fluttering walls as he coats you with his release, intent on leaving you like this and wondering if your friends will come looking for you and find you naked pumped full of him. It makes him want to go and find them, to coax them here just to show them how much of a slut you are for him— how desperate you are for raider cock.

I would bust a nut to jabber stabbing me im gunna be honest

[kingkunigami]

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[kingkatsuki]

Thinking about a scenario where your relationship was never quite consensual. “The spoils of war” is what Bakugou would call you as he’d show you off to his people, after watching your village burn to the ground because of the Dragon King. It’s difficult coming to terms with the fact that you’ve lost everything, including your freedom.

You don’t know the real reason why your village was burned to the ground, the reason why the dragon king waged war on you that fateful night— and you don’t care.

Your entire tribe may be gone, but you’ve still got enough fight left in you to rival them all. The scratch now scarred into Bakugou’s cheek forever a reminder of just how strong and powerful you are. The perfect match for the King of Dragons.

He’s always been rough with you, nothing less than you would expect from him. A warm body that lays beside you on warm furs as you try to drift off to sleep, the heat from his spend still radiates between your thighs every time he uses you for his own pleasure. Because that’s all it is, right? For him.

But you see the kindness that he conceals behind his eyes, the way he worries about his closest men when they don’t return from hunting before nightfall, the way he treats the people in his tribe. It’s not what you’d expect from the feared King, unlike the stories you hear about him.

And when he finds out that you bear his child? It’s as though a different man faces you. The warmth of the hot spring laps around your bare skin as Bakugou wades closer to you, droplets of water cascade down his naked torso as he reaches out for you. Placing a warm palm against your belly so genderlg as he towers over you. You’re barely showing yet, the slightest hint of a bulge protrudes from you, but the tender action has you softening too.

Dragon king Bakugou finds out youre carrying his baby and suddenly you're so fucking fragile to him

[iiingenious]

Cum dump on tim’s ass from futa Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, and Catwoman

Send 'cum dump' and a location to see my muse reacting to receiving one

When it came to The Gotham City Siren’s, there wasn’t necessarily any leader among them. Even more-so they seemed to share the same sex-drive and sexual conquests. Tonight seemed like Red Robin was on the agenda, and with the three of them, he found himself outnumbered. He fought the trio off for as long as he could before Catwoman’s whip caught him by the ankles and brought him to the receiving end of Harley’s mallet. Which made it that much easier for Ivy to hold him down with their vines. 

He struggled as the women exchanged quiet words and then gathered around him. The vines start to shift and he feels hands on himself, altering his position to raise his backside. Suddenly Cat ripped into and tore his uniform apart and then he found her whip wrapped around his neck. Despite the situation, Harley was kind, assuring him that this wouldn’t hurt. The more painful part was the way in which Catwoman held the whip, torquing on his neck a bit, leaving him blind to what they did. There are a few moments of audible noises and groans before hearing some cries, feeling something of a splash and sudden warmth, covering and dripping down his backside, in and out of what remains of the uniform.

 His reaction was more of a lack of one, until they all came, his body shuddered, basking in the feeling of their warm seed in the chill of the night. He even let out something of a moan, humming almost in delight. He had a feeling, hope that they weren’t done with him, but only time would tell.

[kingkatsuki]

u mentioned ruined orgasms and i immediately thought abt enji. i need to hear him beg 😏

DO NOT GET ME STARTED.

Enji is where my mind goes when I think about all the real nasty shit in my head he drives me insane😫 and what’s worse is I’m not sure he would ever truly beg? If you tease him it’s at your own peril, because he’d just take what he wants.

And he likes to make you think you have control, that he’s the big strong man that you’re going to bring to his knees— and you’re so confident about it too, especially when you pull your lips back from his cock just as you feel it buck in your throat as he’s about to cum. Pulling back just in time to squeeze his heavy balls roughly as he cums in pathetic spurts. Barely an orgasm, and certainly not enough to satiate a man like him. His cheeks flushed and brows furrowed as he glare down at you with darkened eyes.

You were foolish really, to think he’d just let you get up and leave after you did that to him. Your silly little game isn’ fun anymore when he’s curling a palm around the base of your skull and forcing you back down on his cock. Holding you steady as your jaw aches and you leave fiery crimson lines against his hairy inner thighs. Cutting off every ounce of oxygen in your lungs as you drool down his length, his hand holding you steady as he fucks your face.

But it’s your fault really— you wanted to act like a big girl, so he’s only treating you as such.

[kingkatsuki]

This was so fucking hot please. I love the idea of Bakugou ruining his chance with you to benefit his career, watching you go through the act of falling in love with someone else while still being completely and utterly obsessed with you😫 so good!💕

yandere ! BAKUGOU KATSUKI

TIP-JAR

goodiebag WARNINGS: noncon, yandere, angst ig

Just thinking about-

Grownup Prohero ! Katsuki having made it to be number one, living in his fancy new house all exclusive and away from all people he finds irritating, with at least six cars in his garage and his face frequently seen on the cover of every hero magazine available, only to receive his invitation to your wedding and realizing none of it means anything.

The pretty white envelope along with the stupid bit of paper inside with letters he recognizes are in your handwriting blown up between his palms. A hurt he hadn't felt in a long time simmering like a sickness in his gut and throat, even in his eyes.

He just doesn't understand where all the fucking time went. He used to have all the time in the world to settle things with you. And now you belong to someone else even though he's King of the world.

He doesn't want to think about it, because thinking about it makes him hate himself. But the self-loathing is rooted so deep it's like something's bitten him and locked on. He just can't force himself to stop thinking, every week and month passing by up until the date.

And he hates himself so much he gets sick. Riddled with regret and anger and jealousy and the type of betrayal you only feel toward yourself.

He hates himself for not smiling with you enough, for not helping instead of calling you helpless, for not asking you to the stupid prom he knew you wanted to go to, and he hates himself for everything after you grew up, for not reaching out, for never calling you to tell you how much he's constantly thinking about you, for not even trying to make you fall for him as hard as he faceplants for you every single fucking time he sees you.

He can't stop himself from dropping by either. He knows he shouldn't be there, knows it's the last place he ought to be. And he's berating himself all the while as he scouts the building and breaks in through the window where he spots a white veil hanging.

But his thoughts stop altogether when you come out only a second later.

Anyone would have screamed, but you're never surprised to see him. And you smile and laugh and ask him if this is how he responds to all RSVPs.

But he's too shellshocked to say anything with how perfect you look in your dress.

He really didn't think he'd care, but he does because you look like perfection and it's not for him.

You give him a twirl and ask if he likes it and he just doesn't understand how he let any of this happen. How he let some other extra take you away from him.

But then he realizes that no one else knows he's there.

Just you.

And it's a dangerous thought. But you don't know it because you're smiling and giggling and perhaps just a bit tipsy on champagne and otherwise dumb with wedding jitters and full of butterflies.

And only a strong hand over your mouth and nose have you pass out like a snuffed light.

And Bakugou's desperately trying to think of things to say to you for when you wake up in his bed in the isolated new house that now, in retrospect, seems perfect for keeping someone captive.

The thought calms him almost chillingly. And his eyes fall onto you.

Weary head on his pillow, white dress on black sheets.

And he doesn't really know what he wants to do with you except touch you, and then he realizes that isn't that he doesn't know what but that he wants to do absolutely everything and simply can't choose what to do first.

But you wake up when he lifts your skirt and leave him only enough time to catch a glimpse of the way too cute pre-honeymoon lingerie you have on underneath.

You ask where you are and rub your head, then you ask where your husband is and Katsuki feels a sudden urge to murder anyone and everyone with that name in the outmost gruesome and painful way possible.

But you have more questions that pull him back from the violent thought, questions of what happened and whose bed is this and why's your ankle's cuffed to it, and then you're no longer asking questions because that's when the tears finally fall and the panic harshly kicks in.

But one more question manages to leave you before all you do is scream stop stop stop, and it's why are you doing this?

And Bakugou thinks about saying something like the hero always gets the girl, but he's never really believed in that crap anyway so all he does instead is fuck you in that wedding dress you would be wearing for him if only he'd had the balls to ask you first.

[kingkatsuki]

Happy you liked the wb thoughts. How about gachiakuta? 🤍

yandere!zodyl uploading you in revenge porn to /pissdrinkingsluts

You guys have to stop leaving such good thirsts in my askbox lately, it makes it impossible to focus on anything else😫

Warnings: 18+, noncon, revenge porn, reader is in a relationship with Enjin now, watching porn together, voyeurism, piss (not vanilla piss Zodyl pisses in your mouth)

Sex with Enjin has always been good, a stark contrast to all your previous lovers as he handles you with such care. Care you wouldn’t expect from a hulking man covered in tattoos and piercings— but it’s as though he worries you might break, like you’re a baby dove that he cups so gently in his rough palms. And you shouldn’t complain, because he always leaves you satisfied, and he’s perceptive enough to know when you haven’t climaxed so he can fix it with his fingers or his tongue.

But sometimes you find yourself wishing he was a little rougher. Willing to explore more kinks in the bedroom together instead of the same vanilla sex that you both indulge in, perhaps a bit too much— suggesting one evening that maybe you could watch some porn together online to try and find out some different things you’re both into. The curiosity of what kinks Enjin could possibly be into is overwhelming, and it leaves you wondering if there’s anything dark and twisted that he might enjoy too—

So you settle down together, your back pressed against his chest as he sits you on his lap. Leaning over your shoulder as you scroll through the various videos that come up on the page. From mutual masturbation, to threesomes, to public sex that somehow opens a gateway to darker kinks too. With Enjin whispering in your ear as he asks whether you want him to fuck you like that— and god, you really fucking do.

But your aimless scrolling from video to video stops the moment you recognise a panel. The smallest screenshot to give a preview into the full video as you read the title:

“Filthy slut can’t get enough of guzzling piss.”

But it isn’t the shameful title that has a debauched heat rising inside your tummy as you wonder if Enjin’s eyes have focused in on the same thing— it’s the girl settled on her knees in the screenshot.

It’s you.

“I should—“ You move to close the laptop with shame and embarrassment as you wonder how to process the violated feeling that surges through you, but Enjin’s hands are quicker. Keeping the screen open as he moves deft fingers against the trackpad to click the link, the video auto-plays as he looks at you staring back at him. Those same sweet, innocent eyes that you give him whenever he’s settled above you as he slides his cock inside.

But this is different— you’re begging someone, the pretty sounds pour from your lips before a strong hand is on the back of your head to pull on your hair and tilt your head to face him. Demanding you to open your mouth and stick out your tongue, which you do far too obediently. The sight has Enjin’s cock throbbing in his pants as he forgets about the questions that were on the tip of his tongue about why there’s a video to you on the internet like this.

And then it happens. Zodyl lets out a guttural groan from deep in his chest as he holds his fat cock above you, letting a warm stream of piss leak out as it splashes against your outstretched tongue, spilling down your chin and on to your naked breasts and lap as the rest pools at the back of your throat.

You’re a mess, gargling it as he degrades you on camera. Telling you how disgusting you are for being his little piss slut, and how you’d let him do anything to you, wouldn’t you?

Zodyl’s piss glistens against your skin as you feel Enjin shift behind you, brushing his growing bulge against the small of your back as his grip around you tightens. Hearing the slight hitch in his throat when Zodyl shifts his hips forward to thrust the tip of his cock inside your mouth that’s now full of his piss, making you choke and splutter as more of it streams from between your lips and down your naked body. He strokes his wet cock against your cheeks as he continues to degrade you, before he’s closing your mouth with a simple command.

“Swallow.”

You don’t even know what to say, or how to tell Enjin what that was— when it was filmed, or anything. Looking down at the views as you see the sheer volume of people that have now watched the video that Zodyl uploaded without your consent as you try to ignore the way your clit throbs between your thighs.

“Is that your ex?” Enjin finally breaks the silence as you feel a heat rise in your cheeks at the question.

“Yeah.” You murmur, eyes focused on the final screenshot on the page which is you looking completely ruined beneath him.

“Think he’s got any more?”

[kingkatsuki]

Thinking more sick, twisted thoughts that will probably never see the light of day but hear me out.

Being Endeavor’s pretty, sweet step-daughter who is still hopelessly single into your twenties. Still unable to find a man that won’t cower in fear at the prospect of dating the intimidating Pro’s daughter.

So he decides to auction your virginity up to the highest bidder. And that means all the heroes and villains alike are vying for the prize. The chance to defile Endeavor’s pretty little step-daughter.

[kingkatsuki]

Thinking about Bakugou controlling your lush vibe again, I’m sorry I’m insane.

Maybe Deku gets you one to spice things up in your relationship when you tell him that you’re bored of the same old vanilla. And Bakugou catches him trying (and failing to use it)

Or I headcanon Shindou being sensitive/observant to vibrations/pulsations because of his quirk— so he notices that you’re currently wearing the lush at a party or a gala, and he knows that means Bakugou must be controlling it from somewhere so he decides to tease you about it.

Making Bakugou wear our lush after he’s tortured us with it so many times before, and now the tables are turned he’s a pathetic mess as he tries to buck his hips to give himself some sweet relief when we keep turning it to the lowest setting.

Or Bakugou making us wear it while he’s at work, so he can torture us with it while he’s out on patrol.

OR OR

Tw:noncon — Bakugou hacks into our phone, sees the app on there and sets up an alert direct to his phone so he can see whenever the toy is active. Decides to take over the controls when it’s buried inside you— (and maybe he gets access to our front facing camera too so he can see us at the same time)

[kingkatsuki]

Some darkish wb thoughts for you

-making your way back home to togame after spending the day with the furin crowd, knowing dn well you will not pass your daily pussy inspection.

- after the showdown at the orion, umemiya refuses control over shishitoren so choji offers the next best thing, you their little prisoner cuffed naked to a stall in the orion bathroom.

I think I might’ve blacked out after reading the first one jfc.

I was thinking whether you’re affiliated with Shishitoren because of Togame and you just happen to make friends with Furin, but I think being affiliated with Furin and falling for Togame makes it so much better?

You’re always around Furin, and they treat you so well. They feel such a deep seated urge to protect you and keep you safe from all the gangs in the area that are far more scummy than they could ever be— the gangs that could really hurt you. And of course you love the attention that each of them give you individually, all unique in their own right and desperate to spend some time with you. They make it so difficult to say no when they’re praising you or pressing soft kisses with chapped lips against your jaw.

You know Togame already hates that you’re a Furin girl, but it’s made far worse when he finds out how they treat you— but you’ve told him that you’ll be good, and that you’re his. So when you get back to his room and he’s slipping his fingers beneath your skirt to press against the crotch of your panties and he feels how wet you are it has him practically snarling as he moves you over his lap. Face down ass up as he flips your skirt up to get a better look, pulling your panties to the side to see your stretched hole used and abused by Furin.

And Togame is sick and twisted, because he wants to know every little detail.

He’s asking who it was, what they did to you, how many times they made you cum, where they came— he’s meticulous in his questioning as he gives your ass a harsh smack for every answer. Spreading your folds apart with his fingers to get a closer look as he tests just how stretched you are with a solo digit, determined that he’s going to have to fuck you back into the shape of his cock to remind you who you belong to.

BUT THE SECOND ONE?!

Again is made 100x better if you’re a Furin girl that got caught in Shishitoren territory. Of course Choji was going to take you back to the Ori the moment he saw you wearing that Furin jacket—

OR MAYBE

You were just minding your own business walking home from work when Choji found you, and now you’re being offered up as some sort of placating tool for these Furin men.

[kingkatsuki]

Is it bad that I want Katsuki to stalk me? I want him to use his position on the hero society and his reputation to watch me. Nobody would question the #2 hero when he wants info on a civilian. I want him to have an unhealthy obsession with me that he would risk his career for me and I don’t even know him besides that he’s Dynamite the hot headed #2 hero. Like he would easily be able to sneak into my apartment and put cameras up so he could watch me, make sure I’m safe and not brining other guys home. I just want him to want me so bad that nothing else matters to him. Is that bad?

I’ve already done a few thirsts like this, and no it’s not bad at all.

He convinces himself that he’s just doing it to keep you safe, and no one ever questions when he wants the home address and phone number of an innocent civilian. He’s the number two Hero after all, so he’s just trying to keep the public safe.

It shouldn’t be this easy to tap your phone, but now he has access to you whenever he pleases. Sitting at his desk, typing away on his laptop as it seems like he’s working on a report. When really he’s checking through your iCloud account and seeing all the new photographs of yourself that you took the night before. And he doesn’t even need to check the geotags because he knows exactly where you were every night.

He’s blocked all the phone numbers of men that you meet at these bars, or on social media. Smirking to himself when he notices how sad you are on your socials when yet another guy ghosts you, but he’d never ghost you. He’s with you 24/7.

Listening through the speakers when you touch yourself at night, fisting his cock in tandem as he hangs on every sweet whine that leaves your lips. Thinking about finding a way to get you to turn the lights on in your room when you touch yourself st night so he can see how pretty you look when you cum— (not that he hasn’t watched all those lewd videos you recorded of yourself. He has a separate folder on his phone just for those).

He’s already telling people he’s seeing someone, he’s got a girlfriend and things are going well. He can’t make it out for dinner, or for drinks because he’s seeing you— and it’s not exactly a lie. He could sit and watch you all day, lounging back on his couch as he watches you through the camera of your phone propped up against the kitchen counter while you make yourself dinner. Promising that he’s going to get you a proper plate set instead of the missmarched fiasco that you use now, shaking his head as you drink your wine from an oversized mug.

All of this because you almost ran into him at your local coffee shop, trying to come in as he was leaving. Bakugou holding the door open for you like a gentleman while you smiled up at him with a sweet “thanks”.

The only word it took to have him completely and utterly obsessed with you.