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[harujuku]

feast for a king -> ft. monkey d. luffy

- cannibalism, black coded!reader, mentions of violence and gore, crack, possible wano spoilers, gn!reader. minors don't interact.

a/n: it's a shame it took me this long to write this. i wrote this for me.

"where do ya want these bags to go mrs. d?" coby holds up two garbage bags, they were stuffed full and leaking its contents onto the wood floors.

"put them out front with the rest of them, the front yard's gonna look like a fucking dumpster site when we're done." cursing, you place your bags on the fortunately still intact couch, it had been a gift from clay and you're very fond of it. "you know, you don't have to help, he should clean up his own messes."

the pink hair chuckles nervously, tugging lightly on his ear. "w-well, he isn't entirely to blame, ma'am!" He rushes to explain. "we feasted too."

"and now you're all stinkin up the joint." you huff before slipping your shoes off and picking up a mop, ignoring the sheepish and apologetic looks from the others cleaning up. "is he upstairs?"

"yeah, he's eating in the bedroom because he said he felt sleepy."

"he's doing what?" You make a beeline for the stairs, strawhats and guests immediately moving out of your way as you narrowly avoid stepping in half eaten femurs and draining marrow. "if he get any shit on them sheets, i'm gonna tie his ears together."

the top floor of your shared mansion is dimly lit as expected. the sudden rise in temperature no longer stuns you as you make your way to the opened door at the end of the hall, sweat already beading down your temples and dampening your palms after only a few steps. with your husband's sudden awakening and the adjustments that came with them, the increased temperature and need for heat is your least favorite.

on your large, shared bed, there the king of the pirates himself lays, or the baron of conch port as is his new moniker given by the residents of the newly saved village. his top is discarded, soiled jacket hanging loosely around broad shoulders, the black material is splotched with viscera and your fingers phantomly ache for the poor sucker that has to clean it.

"luffy," you storm into the bedroom. "what did i tell you about feasts in the house?"

strong teeth bit into a phalanx bone as if it were a fried squid stick. the hurried crunching between strong jaws sound equally as ravenous as the consumer looks; his wide brown eyes lined with an unfading ring of white gold, brighten at your presence. "Y/N, you're back," his grin is wide, blood seeping from his mouth and down his chin. "gimme a kiss."

you shoot him an unimpressed look and his grin is placating this time, lips still puckered expectantly.

you sigh heavily before leaning down to connect your lips into an obviously messy kiss, quickly moving back when you get a whiff of his breath. "after you brush, stinky. that don't smell right." you wrinkle your nose as if you had caught the scent of expired milk rather than the acrid smell of human organs on your lover's breath.

he pouts for a brief moment before shrugging. "want some?" he offers you a another hand bone, one from the wrist this time, as if it were finger food.

"no, answer my question."

"you told me not to have 'em anymore ." He whines childishly as if he isn't a grown man. "but y/n, it was free!"

"free?" you raise a brow in question before placing the mop down. he preens at your tender kiss to his forehead, grisly hands coming to wrap around your middle.

"mhm, the villagers were being picked off by a neighbor tribe, they were keepin' 'em as food slaves." he nods, biting lightly at the pudge of your tummy. "then after we beat up the bad guys, the villagers said we may as well eat' em."

you heave an exasperated sigh, cringing lightly at the feeling of blood and matter soaking through your clothes. but, your smile is fond when you ruffle his ever dishevelled hair. "good job for saving the people."

"shishishi, thanks." lips replace teeth as he splatters copper kisses onto your stomach, crimson liquid blooming across your skin like a rose fresh from the earth. "'m sorry for eating up here, felt bad after a while."

"i can tell." you feel his forehead and neck. "you're burning up, lu. went too long this time?"

"think so." he looks up at you. "'m tired now."

"you can go to bed after you clean this room, i'm not sleeping next to the dislodged spinal discs." you lean over him to reach for the mutilated corpse and he's grasping your hand, not enough to hurt but enough to get the message to not put away your lover's dinner until he says he's done.

"there's still meat on those, hold on!" he grabs what's left of the sword severed spine and starts to suck the meat off, chewing and swallowing in hefty gulps. "we can clean soon, robin made this thing that gets out bile stains."

"sure. but go slowly, luff, your stomach will hurt." you advise, yanking his hand away from his waiting and already full mouth, so he can actually finish chewing. "and if you complain about wanting to puke, you're getting broth with no meat."

luffy's face softens at your adamant expression, eyes slitting to crescents as he smiles lovingly at you. "okay, you get the mop, i'll eat first." He says when you step away from him, his answering laugh booming through the sweltering hall as said mop collides with the back of his head.

tags: @festive @nicopirates @zehrbear

© robyn ⤷ all rights reserved. plagiarism, reposting, public recommendations and translations of my work is prohibited.

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all in the family -> ft. the shiba siblings

— incest, piss, dubcon, fem!reader. minors don't interact.

If there was one thing that the eldest Shiba siblings could agree on, it was how protective they felt about their youngest sibling, Y/N. Taiju, Hakkai and Yuzuha made sure their precious sister was their priority, and it was obvious to everyone, especially you. You knew very well that your siblings worshipped you, down to the shadows you cast, and you loved it because they were so good at taking care of you.

Yuzuha-nee is always the one to wake you up in the mornings, the first person you see as you open your eyes. Her voice is soft as she greets you, hands sure and warm as they find home on your cheeks, cradling your face before pressing her lips to yours in a sweet kiss. She's happy to listen to you as she helps you get ready for the day, picking out your clothes and styling your hair with a possessive glint in her eyes.

She always insists on watching you dry off after your shower—said she wants to make sure you're thorough—then gets impatient when you move too slowly for her liking. This prompts her to do it for you; gentle hands taking the soft towel to brush over your skin in even softer strokes. The fabric catches against your nipples, hardening them to stiff little peaks that has Yuzuha's mouth running dry at the thought of sealing her pale pink lips around the bud.

By the time she gets to your legs, your thighs are trembling with need. They're barely helping you keep your balance as you rest one foot on the lip of the tub for her to dry. Her face is inches from your naked pussy, so close you can feel the tiny puffs of air she's breathing out. She's close enough that she licks a stripe up your dripping slit, collecting your juices with the tip of her tongue.

Your big sister is so good to you, holding you up, so you don't fall, unbothered by the way your heel is digging into her back as she laps at your drooling cunt. Your hands in her hair and your sweet little whines spur her on, she wants to give her lovely little sister something to smile about for the day. You're always so grateful, too, eyes half-lidded and expression giddy.

“Thank you, Yuzuha-nee.”

“Anything for you, Y/N.” And her kiss is sweet; strawberry chapstick mixed with her little sister's arousal. And the taste seems to stain her mouth because even well into the morning, it lingers on her lips.

The breakfast table is where you see Kai-nii. Hakkai scoops you up and presses a sweet kiss to your temple, carrying you to the table and placing you in your special seat and hands you a glass. You thank him with a kiss of his own and his ears turn red, he's still so shy with you every so often.

“Thank you, Kai-nii!” You lift the glass to your lips, the pearlescent liquid sliding thick and heavy down your throat makes your lashes flutter. “Did you make this? 's good.”

“Mhm.” He mumbles, eyes darting to the far wall before it finds yours again, ears reddening even further when he sees Yuzuha lean over to lick a drop of her brother's cum from your lip. “Tai says you need all the strength you can get today. So, drink up.”

“Will you feed me, Hakkai?”

“Of course, Y/N.” Hakkai falls into the closest chair, legs spreading wide enough for you to slot between them. He's such a good big brother, unbuckles his pants and frees his long cock to rest on your tongue, fingers wrapped tight around his shaft to jerk himself off under your hungry gaze.

Hakkai groans when your hot mouth closes around him, greedily suckling at the fat tip in hopes of getting a mouthful straight from the source. His hips jerk and you feel him pulse in your throat, pre-cum dripping on the back of your tongue like honey. Yuzuha picking up your abandoned glass draws his attention, her eyebrows raising when his furrow at her action.

“What? No point in wasting.” Her smile is far too innocent for what she's doing, drinking her brother's cum from a glass as she watches her darling little sister try to get even more, you always did like to do it on your own. You milk Hakkai until you're satisfied, pumping spurt after spurt to splash all over your tongue, and Kai-nii brushes some away from the corner of your lips, tongue darting out to lick at it after.

After all, Tai-nii hates when you're wasteful.

He's the strict one, but he loves you so. Taiju just wants to keep you happy, to make sure you know that they all love you and have your best interests at heart. You can't possibly know that if you keep setting out to seek other people. Even just asking makes your eldest brother so mad, vein popping on his forehead as he outright refuses to let you go out on a date.

“ 'm sorry, 'm sorry,” You cry out as you're sprawled across your Tai-nii's lap; humiliation and pain twists your features as his heavy hand lands another smack to the already sore skin of your ass.

Taiju hums, calloused palm soothing your hot and sensitive flesh as he contemplates your apology. “Don't ever ask to date anyone ever again.”

You nod frantically, anything for the spanking to stop and for Tai-nii to stop frowning, you hate it so much when any of your siblings are mad at you, makes you feel sick.

“Good girl.”

Taiju is paranoid. You never asked again and that should've comforted him, but all he could think about was you going behind their backs to date, you can be a pain when you don't get your way. How many others have you dropped to your knees for, knowing it would make your siblings livid?

He's not a patient man, nor is he a virtuous one. So, as soon as you're stepping through the door, he's pulling you into his office, your siblings trailing behind you. His eyes are swimming with anger as he grits out an order. “Take your skirt off and get on the table, panties too.”

You hesitate for a few seconds, and then a reassuring nod from your sister has you obliging.

“Good job, now go ahead and spread that pussy for me, yeah. Need t'see somethin'.”

Your eyes widen, fear slithering up your spine as dread sinks to the pit of your stomach. "Sorry, Tai-nii. I don't think I'm up for that.” You mumbled, feigning dismissal and tiredness.

“I don't remember him asking you, Y/N.” Yuzuha's voice is chilly, a far cry from her usual tone, and it makes bile well up in your throat as you climb to sit on the large wooden desk. They're mad. Your shaky fingers skim down your body, hovering over the seam of your folds and with gentle encouragement from Hakkai, two of your fingers are spreading the lips of your cunt apart, hole twitching at the eyes that immediately burn holes into your most intimate area.

“I knew you'd go behind our backs,” Taiju huffs as he steps closer to you, prying your legs even further apart to accommodate his thighs. “Our sweet little sister doesn't get her way, so she retaliates by being a slut, fine then.” He bends, so he's eye level with your aching core, his thick fingers replacing your own. He sees cum pooling at your entrance, and it's far too thin a consistency to belong to him and Hakkai. "You let some bastard cum inside you?” He grits as his fingers force the cum even further in, ignoring your pleas.

“m sorry, 'm sorry!” You chant like you're repeating a mantra and when your other two siblings silently shake their heads at you, it's then you know you fucked up.

“You will be,” He's dropping his pants, hard cock springing free to slap against his toned stomach. “Gonna make sure you and those little boys understand that only we deserve you, you are ours.”

Your hand covers your mouth to stifle your scream as he shoves himself in. “You just have to learn.” He leans over you, hips rocking into yours as his glare sharpens, lips twisting cruelly at the look of horror on your face. A stream of warmth floods your insides, and he grins triumphantly, arms securing around you when you attempt to push him away.

“Tai-nii, stop!” Your fists knock against his chest, feet kicking on either side of his narrow hips as he holds you in place.

“Take your punishment, doll.” He whispers against your hairline before kissing your forehead. “Be good!”

“Yuzuha-n“Yuzuha-nee, Kai-nii,” Your teary eyes catch their indifferent ones when he pulls out, piss dripping immediately from your pussy as he grabs the base of his cock. “Make him stop!”

Hakkai avoids your gaze when he hears you wail at the feeling of Taiju pissing all over you; it soaks the bottom of the shirt you're wearing, immediately giving it a faint yellow tinge as some splashes on to your cheeks and chest.

“I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!” You yell at your older brother, tears dribbling down your cheeks and nose twitching at the smell. The piss dries cold and tacky quickly under the air conditioning, and you start crying again at the feeling of your brother's urine leaking out of you.

“Now, it's not a secret who you belong to anymore. We just want you safe and happy, Y/N.”

Your siblings are always so good to you…except when you make them mad.

tags: @festive @pulchritxde @nicopirates

© robyn ⤷ all rights reserved. plagiarism, reposting, public recommendations and translations of my work is prohibited.

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NAUGHTY STRAWBERRY

Character/s: stepfather!Ran Haitani & stepuncle!Rindou Haitani

Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, consensual non-con, stepcest, implied age gap, mentions of cheating, threesome, anal sex, double vag penetration (ran and rindou’s dicks touch ofc), daddy kink, cum play, cum swallowing, manhandling, bonten era although not mentioned, mentions of death, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: this is for bby aly @riszu hope u like it 🤭💕

Synopsis: Welcoming your stepfather Ran home can vary from the usual greetings to getting fucked by him and his brother.

WC: 2.3k

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how many people did you kill for your username

none :p

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cw - noncon. unfinished draft.

You let out a shaky breath as you looked over your appearance in the mirror, trembling hands smoothing down the wayward hairs on your head.

“Don’t be nervous.” You whispered as you forced a smile onto your face. “Don’t be nervous.” You gave yourself a final once over, making sure the sheer neglige that hugged your body was fixed into place, before pulling open the bathroom door and stepping out.

You were met with the sight of a bound Naoto on the bed, blue eyes narrowed on you in anger as he yanked at the restraints keeping his wrists cuffed to the bedposts. Your heart thudded in your chest as you walked forward, only stopping when your shins met the edge of the mattress, and you let your eyes trail down the length of his body, gaze snagging on his cock that laid limp against his thigh.

“Are you nervous?” The tips of your fingers brushed against his leg, and your eyebrows drew together when he jerked away from you, a muffled curse sounding from the makeshift gag in his mouth. “It’s okay if you’re nervous, Naoto. I am, too.” You placed your hand back on his leg, this time digging your nails into his skin when he tried to jerk away from you again. “But it’s not okay to be rude to me.”

His eyebrows creased together as he groaned into his gag, and at the feeling of warm liquid on your fingers, you pulled your nails away from his leg, instead letting your palm trail up his leg, your mouth running dry at the feel of his smooth skin.

There had been countless days where you imagined what it’d feel like to touch him—to see if he was just as soft as he looked, and he wasn’t. Defined muscles were hidden under ill fitting clothes, as well as broad shoulders and a hefty cock. Each article of clothing that you had removed while he was unconscious was like unwrapping a present, and you were more than satisfied with the gift.

Your fingers curled around his limp cock, and the ache between your legs grew stronger as you worked him up to hardness; thumb circling around the bulbous head, collecting the small amount of pre that leaked out and smearing it down his base before repeating. It didn’t take long before his cock was resting against his heaving stomach, his skin flushed a pretty red, and you slid your fingers into your mouth, eyes rolling and toes curling as you lapped at his essence that coated your digits.

You glance down to see his eyes are focused on the ceiling, nostrils flared as he tries to take in deep breaths, and your fingers pop out of your mouth before moving to tug the neglige up and over your head, the fabric falling to the floor just as you climb onto the bed, the springs in it creaking under the added weight.

Naoto’s eyes dart to you, the whites a bloodshot red, and you move to straddle him, a wave of shyness washing over you as his eyes quickly take you in before snapping shut.

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Your yandere Hanma fic was perfection. I've re read it at least 10 times.

aaaa thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it. :)

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##Your biggest fan!

arataki itto x fem!idol!reader

content+warnings: yandere!itto, dark content, noncon, stalking, forced breeding, baby trapping.

a/n: not sure if I really liked how this turned out, but I shall post it due to being pressured by friends.

tagging: @bubble4u​

As the music died down, the crowd of cheers grew louder and more audible. Adrenaline pumping through your body as a sheer layer of sweat dusted your skin.

"We love you y/n!" Men and women alike screamed and praised with adoration. Causing your eyes to widen in amazement, you give the audience a humble bow. The smile upon your face grew more expansive as you brought the mic to your plump lips, thanking everyone for showing up. Shows like this were what you lived for. Your eyes scan through the various sea of bodies, landing on an unusual guest holding glow sticks and screaming at the top of his lungs. You make eye contact with the man dwarfing the rest of the concertgoers in height.

You take notice of his crimson horns that protrude through his wild mane of white hair before you allow your eyes to travel back to the rest of the crowd. You give them one last smile before you exit off the stage.

It's not like you knew what was probably 5 seconds at max to you. It felt like an eternity to him. Like time had utterly stopped the second Itto's idol made eye contact with him.

"Did you guys see that?" He sticks out his chest proudly as he turns to his gang.

"She's totally into you!" Mamoru had encouraged, while the rest agreed, feeding into his delusion even more.

"Yea, boss!! She's definitely in love with you!!" Genta had chimed in while the rest of the Arataki gang all agreed amongst themselves.

Escaping through the back to avoid any unwanted attention, you throw on a cloak to help you evade your many fans. It wasn't that you hated them. It was more so that you wanted to enjoy your time in a foreign country in peace without worrying about being hounded by paparazzi and bombarded with thousands of fans asking for an autograph.

As you roam the streets of Inazuma, finding comfort in your solitude. You couldn't help but feel grateful. If it weren't for the Sakoku decree being lifted, you wouldn't be able to enjoy this right now.

To enjoy the beauty that was the land of eternity, the various shops and food carts that decorated the streets, the children whose laughs were carried by the wind. Along with the Sakura blossoms that danced throughout the sky lit up by fireworks, you enjoyed it all.

The more you traveled through the capital, the more captivated you were with their culture. Talking to some vendors before purchasing small trinkets to take back to your family in Fontaine. Yet, you couldn't deny that you had missed them, even your mother, who wasn't the most supportive of people.

As you passed by more shops, you couldn't help but feel like you were being watched. Paranoia grew within you, causing you to pick up your pace. You weren't quite sure where you were going, having no sense of your surroundings in a country that was entirely new for you. You opt for taking refuge in a forgotten alleyway, although it wasn't your brightest idea.

The sound of something approaching was getting louder and louder, triggering your fight or flight instincts. You push down the feeling of dread and ready your catalyst, preparing to blast whoever dared to sneak up on you at this time of night with your hydro vision.

It isn't until you see the form of a small black cat step out of the shadows giving you a meow before licking its paw did you lower your weapon. Then, let out a sigh as you thank god that it was just a stray cat and not some monster. You crouch down towards the cat scratching behind its ears before it swats your hand away and retreats back into the darkness of the night.

"Ow, you bastard."

You stare at the small cut the cat had left behind, watching as blood slowly oozes out of it. Then, as you prepare to leave the alleyway and go about the rest of your way - a strong arm wraps itself around your waist. Before you could scream, the culprit silences your mouth with their free hand.

"There ya are!! I've been meaning to talk to ya since before the show ended!" His voice is low against your ear, and you can feel his warm breath fan against your skin.

You clench your eyes shut, preparing for the worst, and you desperately try your hardest to shake free from his embrace. But, much to your dismay, your efforts were for naught.

"Oi, stop moving so much, will ya?"

"No!"

"Aw, come on!"

"What do you want from me?!"

"Don't be like this." He turns you around to get a clear view of his appearance, you open your eyes, and that's when your fear is heightened. You noticed his sharp fangs and claws that could easily slice through your skin like some fragile material such as paper.

"Who are you?" Your tone was shaky and laced with fear which caused the oni's pointed ears to droop a little bit with disappointment - as if you had said something wrong like you were the problem here and not him. He sticks out his lips in a pout before answering.

"Aw, come on, you don't remember me? I'm your biggest fan!"

"My biggest fan?" You repeat back to him, and he nods enthusiastically

"You made eye contact with me earlier!" You try to recall his face from the sea of bodies earlier, and then it dawns on you.. he was right. You did make eye contact with him, but that didn't give him permission to stalk you, nor did it warrant this behavior.

"Listen, I don't know mph——" is all you could get out before you were cut off by a desperate pair of lips smashing against your own. You try to push Itto's chest away from you but to no avail. That man was much stronger than you'd ever be; he wasn't even human.

"Stop!"

"You know, I always dreamed about this." He confesses as he grinds his body against yours, rubbing his hardening crotch against yours. Only then does it dawn on you his real intentions. Panic starts to kick in as you feel his large hands grab at your hips before they make their way to the edge of your skirt. Lifting it up to get a nice view of your striped panties - he puts his claws to good use, demonstrating just how sharp they are by ripping your underwear to shreds, exposing your cunt to the cold air.

"Even prettier than I expected!" He muses, his red eyes grazing over your shivering body as if he were a predator and you were his prey. He uses his fingers to spread your folds, licking his lips as he feels the wetness of your pussy around them.

Retracting his hand, he fumbles with his heavy belt before freeing his cock from its confines. Your eyes widen in horror, and you can feel your heart threaten to beat out of your chest as you witness the sheer size of his length. No way would fit inside of you.

One of his hands plants itself on your hip while the other guides his heavy cock up and down your slit - teasing you before he slides in. You scream as soon as his tip slides past your folds, forcing your walls open as he buries himself inside of you. His mouth is fast to latch onto yours to silence any other unwanted noises, and all you can do is whimper and cry as you're forced to take even more of him.

"S' tight.. s' good." He slurs, followed by a slight hiss as he completely bottoms out.

His pace is unrelenting and rough with each thrust of his hips; you feel as if you're being split in two. Your hands fly up to scratch at his back, leaving a trail of red in their wake - however that does nothing to deter him, only encouraging him to continue.

"You know, I never really thought about an heir for the arataki gang." He starts, his eyes locked onto your stomach as he allows one of his hands to glide upon the softness of your flesh. You stare at him as if you were a deer in headlights, processing the weight of his words. This man was going to fuck his semen into your womb.

"I don't think there's anyone else I'd want to do this with." Your stomach churns in disgust as his cock hits your sweet spot causing your orgasm to approach. Itto smirks as he feels your walls clench and squeeze around him - milking him for all he has.

You bite your lips to suppress your moans. There was no way in hell were you giving this man any satisfaction. Your teeth sank even further into your lips with each orgasm he gave you, threatening to draw blood.

You can feel his cock twitch and pulsate inside you for the 'nth time of the night. You were exhausted as soon as he pulled out his softening cock. Your body collapsed, but before hitting the ground, Itto gathered you in his arms. Throwing you over his shoulder before taking you home with him.

The world will never know what had become of you after that one concert in Inazuma. Weeks have passed; they slowly turned into months and then years. In the end, the world had continued to move on without you - leaving you as just another pretty face on a missing poster. Although rumor has it that the Arataki gang gained three heirs shortly after. Let's hope the Stockholm syndrome kicks in sooner or later so that your time with your captor won't be too bad!

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When anti dc blogs like a sfw/vanilla-ish piece of mine, but then a few moments pass and the like is removed, and then I am promptly blocked

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why do ppl keep giving condescending tutorials on the basics of tumblr to new users telling them the stupidest shit like "don't forget to change your icon, here's where u can get a new one!". this is a kill or be killed place. if someone doesn't know to change their icon we should tear them limb from limb

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18:15pm

yandere!hanma x fem!reader

tagging: @shujismutt

content+warnings: Abuse (physical and emotional), choking, toxic relationship, yandere, noncon, forced feminization, baby trapping.

a/n: trying to get back into writing yandere fics, thanks babe for the request! ^.^

“I don’t want to do this.” Your hands grab onto the iron skillet in front of you, clenching your fists so tight that you’re cutting off the circulation in your palms. Your eyes turned away from the food you were currently cooking. They scan over the various scars and bruises that decorate your arms. Your body starts to tremble as you recall your life before all this. The life you had before all the violence, the abuse, being forced into the role of a housewife to a notorious gangster, and notably the life you had before Mr.Tetta had stepped in.

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wips:

current things I’m working on to remind me to continue working on them.

- Yandere!Osamu x Fem!Reader

tws: mentions of abuse, cannibalism, noncon, yandere themes.

- Childe x Fem!Reader

tws: monster fucking, non con, blood, heavy violence, misogyny.

- Kaeya x Fem!Reader

tws: drugging, noncon, abuse of power, misogyny.

- Suna Rintaro x Fem!Reader

tws: noncon recording, toxic relationships, emotional abuse.

- Childe x Fem!Reader

tws: chikan! noncon touching, degradation, stalking.

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Masterlist:

Fics:

- 18:15pm

summary: yandere Hanma x Fem!reader. Contains dark content!

- your biggest fan.

summary: yandere!itto x fem!idol!reader. Contains dark content.

Headcanons:

.. coming soon.

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About me:

I am Dulce, 25. She/He/They/It. I like dark content, yanderes, horror and gore! Arguing with me over the content I post is pointless because I literally do not care. I write for danganronpa, tokyorev, haikyuu, genshin impact & fate grand order.

my top kins are: Junko Enoshima and Hu Tao!

&+ my faves are: Suna Rintaro, Venti, & Haruchiyo.

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Boo

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pls let me show up tags, I will scream.

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18:15pm

yandere!hanma x fem!reader

tagging: @shujismutt

content+warnings: Abuse (physical and emotional), choking, toxic relationship, yandere, noncon, forced feminization, baby trapping.

a/n: trying to get back into writing yandere fics, thanks babe for the request! ^.^

“I don’t want to do this.” Your hands grab onto the iron skillet in front of you, clenching your fists so tight that you’re cutting off the circulation in your palms. Your eyes turned away from the food you were currently cooking. They scan over the various scars and bruises that decorate your arms. Your body starts to tremble as you recall your life before all this. The life you had before all the violence, the abuse, being forced into the role of a housewife to a notorious gangster, and notably the life you had before Mr.Tetta had stepped in.

A lone tear falls down your eye, making its way down your cheek before hitting the pan with a sizzle. Feeling Hanma’s heavy gaze on your back, you fidget while playing with the hem of your dress that you were forced into. His golden eyes bared into your very soul. A ‘tsk’ noise could be heard behind you - causing your body to tense and your blood to run cold.

Your anxiety built up in the pit of your stomach, afraid that he had heard you. That’s when you feel the weight of his body against your own, his arms wrapping around your waist, making you flinch under his hold. He lets out a low chuckle as he covers one of his hands around your throat. Giving it a firm squeeze as a warning.

“You know. I don’t think I like you when you’re acting like a brat.” His voice is dangerously low, but it’s loud enough to hear. Your chest tightens as you try to brace yourself for what’s to come.

The hold he has on your neck gets tighter, and you’re struggling to breathe; you let out the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding as your movements get more frantic. It’s not like you could move much anyway, considering your ‘husband’ was much stronger than you’d ever be. He was a murderer, after all. Finally, when you can feel your vision going blurry, Hanma slumps over you - his lips ghosting over your ear.

“You should be grateful. Without me, you’d still be living in poverty. Struggling to make ends meet, doll.” He says, his tone sounding lethal. The hold on your throat begins to loosen but not entirely just enough for you to not pass out. You didn’t even need to turn around to tell that he had his signature shit-eating grin upon his face because he knew he was right. Without him, you’d be nothing, just another rat in the streets.

Hanma places his free hand upon your exposed thigh. You bite at your lower lip as you feel his hand trailing towards the front of your crotch. Rubbing at the fabric below before allowing his slender fingers to dip inside the warmth of your cunt. You let out a choked sob at the sudden intrusion, but it’s not like he cared. He continued pumping his fingers inside you at a steady pace, curving them slightly to rub against your g stop.

You internally curse yourself for your body betraying you and giving into his ministrations; you felt sick. Like you could vomit, you didn’t want this; however, it’s better to be submissive than try to fight him off, less you want more scars upon your body.

As soon as you’re about to cum, Hanma retracts his fingers, and you’re silently thanking him. Hoping that he was done until you feel him grinding his erection against the plump of your ass.

You can hear him fiddling with his pants before you feel the weight of his heavy cock poking against your thighs. Finally, he tells you to make room, and you do as your told. Allowing enough space for him to align the tip of his cock with your drooling cunt before he sheathes himself entirely inside. The stretch is agonizing and painful. You’re trying your hardest to distract yourself from this, but it’s damn near impossible with him grunting your neck.

Clenching your eyes shut as you try to avoid his touches, but it doesn’t deter him. He’s doing this for his own pleasure, not yours. It’s apparent with each rough thrust of his hips, fucking into you like you both were a pair of wild beasts.

You can feel his cock pulsate and throb inside you, and you’re thanking God that it’s finally over for real this time. Until you feel a foreign warmth inside of you, he came inside. Oh god, your biggest fear. You can feel the sticky substance drip from your pussy as he pulls out his flaccid cock and tucks it back into his pants.

He places a kiss upon your cheek, and mentally you gag before he walks out of the kitchen, leaving you there alone. You slouch over the stove, finally allowing yourself to let out the tears you were holding back. As you stress over the possibility of becoming pregnant by the man, you hate the most.

[harujuku]

𝟐𝟑:𝟓𝟗 𝐩.𝐦.

content: somnophilia, fem!reader, blood drinking, vampire!sakusa.

scribes: happy birthday omi!

You smelled divine and he couldn't help himself anymore. Sakusa needed to taste you, and as his fangs pierced the skin of your neck, sucking down your blood in greedy slurps, he doesn't think he's ever tasted anything so sweet in all his six hundred years of life. He knows its wrong to have you like this, berates himself to filth as he slips inside your wet heat, hips rocking lazily as he continues to drink from you.

"Your fault, your fault." He groans into the crook of your neck, the skin sticky with blood and saliva as he holds your leg up to push even deeper inside your pliant cunt. He knows better, that he's to blame but he's never been ones to admit his shortcomings. You feel exquisite and he shudders at the wetness that coats his cock, wishing you were awake to enjoy this moment with. But, his cock was aching, throbbing with the need to bury himself inside you and now that he has, he's greedy.

Sakusa's fingers find your clit, moving it in time with his strokes. And you still don't wake from your slumber even as he continues to rut his heavy cock into you, his tongue still lapping and biting at your neck while you snooze.