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I can just imagine Shigi playing the sims, and when he’s having a bad day, him making pro hero’s in his game just to remove the ladder from the pool so they drown or building a wall around a sim so they starve. 😭

In the bonus book given out for the 4th MHA movie, there's a Q&A section, and one of the questions pertains to Shigaraki!

Q: What kind of video games does Shigaraki play?

Horikoshi: He used to be into PvP but if he was taunted or got frustrated with teammates, he would break the monitor. So AFO suggested he play a different type of game. He seems to enjoy simulation games now.

from this thread!

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I finally got my Masterlist looking a tad bit more organized, sorry to anyone who got spammed with all my posts. I promise to post actual content really soon. 🥲 I have like 8 drafts that I’m working on all at once for some reason lol, so look forward to those,pls! 🥰

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𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

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𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

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𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐨

𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

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𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐉𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧

𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐨

𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐨

𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚

𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢

𝐊𝐚𝐢 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐢 (𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐥)

𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐚 (𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞)

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 (𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧)

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚

𝐓𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐘𝐚𝐠𝐢 (𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐌𝐚𝐧

𝐀𝐤𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐞

𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢

𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐱𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐰

𝐈𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐙𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐲𝐜𝐤

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐦

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐞𝐫

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞

𝐋 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐭

𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐘𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢

𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐥𝐚��𝐞𝐫

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚

𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨

𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚

𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐨𝐮

𝐌𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐣𝐢

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I was able to make an account, though I’m not to sure if it’ll function properly. I’ll make sure to add the link to my pinned post for the time being just in case.

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I’m thinking of making a curious cat so people can interact but I’m not too sure…if I opened up a space for people to make writing requests would anyone be interested?

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Hi. I woke up thinking about monster fucking. And here’s the product of that.

Tw: noncon, bunny-hybrid reader x octopus hybrid roommate, mentions of ruts/heats, mentions of breeding, Cervix penetration, belly bulge, tentacle sex, needy octopus hybrid, monster fucking, some bathroom stuff, mentions of reader almost drowning, just really crazy tentacle porn tbh

This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any of the acts described in this work, in real life. Minors DO NOT interact, you will be blocked.

I keep thinking about a cute bunny hybrid who, after putting out a roommate flyer, ends up sharing an apartment with an octopus hybrid.

He wasn’t necessarily your first choice, but the only other kinds of hybrids that had responded to the ad you posted were eager wolves and foxes and you needed the help with rent quick. So you went with what you assumed was a lesser evil, a predator that at the very least didn’t have you on its typical food list. Still, despite knowing that you weren’t his typical food of choice, you couldn’t help but find him a little intimidating.

He finds you cute immediately, however. Noting the way your little foot taps when you’re nervous or the way your ears perked up at attention at the slightest sound. He had wanted to mount you from the start, not caring in the slightest about you being a different species. But he was far from dumb, he knew in order to get close to you, he’d have to earn your trust.

He does his best to make you as comfortable as possible, trying to avoid wetting your fur when he’s leaving his newly built ‘wet area’ in his room, keeping his tentacles close to his body and as still as he possibly could (though he had told you sometimes they had a mind of their own). He also tried his best to come off as friendly and social despite being a more reserved hybrid, inviting you to watch movies with him or buying different games for the two of you to play. It takes a little time but eventually you start to become more accustomed to him as the months go by and he does the same with you.

As he starts to become more familiar with you, you also notice how he’s more touchy with his tentacles. Sometimes while you two would watch a movie they’d wriggle their way over to you and wrap around your arm, and at first you’d flinch away, and he’d apologize frantically, telling you that he couldn’t really control them sometimes…especially when he was feeling particularly curious or excited.

Curious about you..About How your skin felt, or If your ears were as fluffy as they looked.

With time, you’d eventually get more accustomed to his random touches,

You recalled one day in particular when one of the slimy smooth appendages coiled around your arm, exploring your skin, instead of flinching you’d instead rub at the curious limb muttering that it was ‘kind of a cute habit’ and that you thought they felt kind of soft. You said it more to yourself than to him, mostly thinking out loud, but it had been just loud enough for him to hear you and this time it was his turn to pull away, while feeling flustered that anyone would actually find him cute. He had been called many things…scary, a monster, freaky..but never had anyone called him cute.

Perhaps that when he started to feel something deeper than curiosity, when he really started to take in your body and admired it. He wondered if you’d like him touching you in other places, if you’d still find him cute if he were to slip one under your skirt. Would you let him explore that far? Would you let him feel how soft you were on the inside?

Your remark had made him feel a little more safe and it wasn’t long until they began to be more and more explorative on your person. It went from grazing your arm to wrapping around your waste, pulling you in closer to him any time you were within reach. You didn’t mind it too much but it got to be a little scary when you’d try to get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of one of your movie nights or would you be pulled away from the stove if he was standing too close to you in the kitchen. Despite that, you knew your eight limbed friend meant well, or at least you hoped he did..to you it just seemed like a few of his limbs acted on whatever internal thing was going on inside his head. Which could be helpful, but also scary when you didn’t know what he was thinking.

One incident in particular had been around the time of your heat. You were used to living alone, so you hadn’t really noticed that you emitted a sweet smell just days before your actual heat started. That is until one morning as you’re making breakfast—because today was your turn, and because you were up early to catch the early train to buy heat suppressants and needed a quick snack to not be hangry later—and he comes from his room sniffing the air before locking eyes with your backside.

“Something smells sweet…” he comments matter-of-factly, as he follows the aroma straight to you. “I’m making pancakes!” You chirp in reply before turning to show him your poor attempt at making a heart-shaped pancake. He pauses for a moment, sniffing the air again, “No…I don’t think it’s that.”

It isn’t until he gets closer, his nose dipping into the crook of your neck, that he realizes the sources of the smell, the scent sending little bits of pleasure straight to his ‘dick’. In seconds your body is wrapped up in his tentacles, some slipping under your shirt, others gripping at your clothes trying to find a way at your heat. You yelp, obviously shaken by the sudden act and your panicked squeak immediately made him try to retract himself from you.

“Sorry..I..I’m gonna just go to my room..” is all he can say to you as he finally frees you and dashes out of sight, closing his room door behind him and locking it.

Had he moved too fast? You smelled so good just then…perhaps if he had stayed..would you have let him go further? No..you clearly wanted him as a mate. Why else would you have let him get a whiff of you in that state? Was this a bunnies way of courting someone?

You two don’t talk about it after that though, and you weren’t entirely sure how to. After all, you knew his limbs moved on their own sometimes, so he probably wasn’t meaning to do it. Right?

Perhaps you should have said something, or maybe set a boundary, but eventually things started to take a turn for the worse.

After the heat incident he only seemed to become more clingy towards you, protective even. Sometimes he’d wrap around you and cling to you for hours at a time, leaving little suction marks all over your waist and arms. What’s worse is the limbs would start to slip under your clothes. Your heat was long gone, yet despite that his curious limbs seemed to still want to linger in places they shouldn’t. They’d grab at your inner thighs, or play with the waistband of your bottoms. You don’t know why you didn’t say anything…perhaps it was fear…or perhaps you were being too optimistic in an attempt to trust your new found friend. But you don’t fight it when he touches you, it was all just harmless curiosity…right?

You think so, or at least act like you do as a few of your items started to go missing around the house. Used underwear and shirts, a few blankets, and a stuffie you had incidentally used a few times during the sparkling of your heat cycle. You didn’t want to accuse him of stealing but, it was odd that his room began to emit a scent that smelled like a mixture of the both of you.

It smells almost like a nest, you had thought to yourself as you passed by one day. You hadn’t realized that your friend was currently at the start of his rut, if you had, you would’ve offered to leave the apartment for a few days, or at least to have found him a girl who could help him through it. In all fairness, rut smelled a little different compared to that of your rabbit counterparts or more known predators.

Still, the scent of arousal should’ve been your warning, but it wasn’t and, by the time you realized it, it was too late to get away.

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“Fuck.. ‘m sorry bunny. ‘M s’ sorry.” Your roommate slurs while tearing away at your clothes. He had dragged you from your own bed one night, pulling you into his den. You’re helpless to stop him, both your arms and legs bound by his limbs as the rest probe and prod at your body.

You had forgotten that despite how nice he had seemed he was still a predator.

Your body trembles as he forces your body into the lovenest he had built. The little suction cups sticking to your breasts as he grabs and pulls at them, twisting them and squeezing them to the point of which is could border on painful.

You try to reason with him, telling him that if he let you go then you’d help him find another octopus to mate with, but he just shakes his head in disinterest. “N-no…needs to be you. My..my mate is you.”

“That’s not possible, please you’ll tear me apa—mmMpH”

Your cut off by one of his tentacles forcing their way into your throat making you lick his slippery appendage, while his own tongue darts out to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. “Need you…want you…has to be you. ‘M sorry..”

You fight the urge to gag as his tentacle only pushes itself further down your throat, squirming around deep inside your mouth until you can just barely make out a bulge from where it penetrates you. Meanwhile he’s using two other limbs to force your thighs apart, giving him full access to your wet little cunt. “So pretty…my mate is so pretty. Gonna to fill you up with my babies.” He says, while using his hands to toy with your clit.

You moan, your head falling back as he pushes one particular tentacle inside your tight heat. You hadn’t noticed it before, had it always looked different from the others?

It squirms around just the same but it’s definitely different. Thicker, as if had doubled in size.

You begin to cry when you feel it prod and push past your folds. Not only had the stretch been too much but but the length of him as he pressed himself directly at your womb was overwhelming. It felt intense and gross..the sensation of him twitching and squirming inside of you.

“Shhh…it’s okay bunny,” he starts to say while licking at the tears that started to form at the corner of your eyes. “I know you’re not built to take my dick but with enough time you’ll learn to take all of me. It’ll start to feel good really soon, promise!”

You can’t do anything but sob as he starts to breed you, cum spurting out instantly from his length as he holds you into place, pushing a little more of himself in a bit at a time to try and prevent anything from leaking out.

The sensation isn’t like anything you’ve ever felt. He wasn’t thrusting particularly hard just…squirming inside, while leaking cum. Constant cum was pouring out of his cock and into your womb until it left your stomach feeling heavy. And even then, it didn’t stop. When you tried to squirm away, the discomfort of having your tummy stuffed so much, his grip on you tightened, forcing you into a vice tight grip while he tried shoving his cock deeper. Almost as if he were punishing you for attempting to get away from him. You cried when it felt like he penetrated your cervix, overwhelmed as he fucked into you deep like that.

“So good for me bunny…just stay still. I don’ wanna hurt you.” He says, while his other limbs work at distracting you from the cum that was started to overflow and spill from your cunt.

Your eyes rolled back as they played with your nipples, and massaged circles into your clit, forcing you to find pleasure within this pain. He licks at your neck, leaving bite marks and hickies along your skin while you feel like your body bloats from his constant spill of semen pouring into you. Other tentacles try and catch what spills out, stuffing whatever it catches into the next open hole it could find, and you whine from the feeling of them pushing past your rim over and over again just to try and put more semen into you.

You don’t know why your body starts to spasm around his dick, or why being stuffed so full makes you cum, but it does and he’s overjoyed to see your eyes roll to the back of your head as a blissful high overtakes your entire body.

He smiles while watching you, licking and sucking any part of you he can reach, while praising you for cumming on his dick. “You’re such a good girl, bunny. I knew you’d start to feel good..” he coos in your ear softly, seemingly relieved that he could pleasure you like this.

This goes on for what feels like hours, him filling multiple holes with his seed over and over again, until you’ve come so many times that you start to lose count (and consciousness), only to wake up to the same thing. His cock, deep inside your rim now, filling your ass with his seed. For some reason he couldn’t fight the urge to fill all of you. He needed every fuckable hole on your body to be filled with his juices.

And when that was over he’d let you drink it down, swallowing him until he felt satisfied. Eventually your body can’t hold much more, but when it spills out he just fills you up again.

For a week you’re trapped in his den, only taking small breaks to eat or use the bathroom (and even then you weren’t truly free because he��d bring you food and follow you to the bathroom, filling whatever hole he can use). He refused to let you shower, liking the scent of his cum on and inside of you. For a week you’re bent over various parts of his room, nearly drowning at one point as he had gotten too excited and tried fucking you in the water area in his room, dragging you underneath and filling you there while you struggled for air. For an entire week, you orgasmed again and again from being stuffed full of him.

You were scared that if you didn’t escape, he’d likely kill you. A week of this had passed, with still two more weeks of his rut to go..

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Have a few Drabble Ideas in Mind....

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Destrudo - One Shot

2.9K Words

Tw: noncon, sadism, dacryphilia, stalking, obsession, mention of rotting limbs (shigi takes your leg on accident), blood (reader bites Shigi), light mindbreak if you squint.

Tags: Shigaraki x Reviving Quirk! Fem! Reader

This is a pure work of fiction. I do not condone any of the actions that take place within this fiction in real life. Minors DO NOT interact. No Age in Bio will be blocked.

There’s something about you that makes Shigaraki’s skin itch. From the moment he saw you, there was the urge to destroy. Like a trigger, you set him off. Maybe it was your smile, or the way you stood so high and mighty as you called yourself the ‘hero of heros’, or maybe it was how quickly you had risen in the ranks earning yourself a place at AllMight’s side. Whatever it was, one thing was clear;

He wanted to break you.

He could recall the first time he feeling it, the insatiable urge to break you down. You had called yourself “Revival”, a rather corny name he had thought but one that seemed to describe your quirk well. Your quirk that seemed to directly oppose his own. He had done his research on you, your mother having been born with the ability to heal and your father born with a quirk that involved repair, you had somehow been gifted the powerful mixture of both. You had initially made a name for yourself in the recovery and rescue fields, with your most notable feat being the recovery of burned down Forrests. However, after an incident where you were able to completely reverse the effects of one of his victims, people regarded you as a top ranking hero who was ‘immune’ to the Leader of the League of Villains.

People loved you. You gave them hope. Even All Might regarded you as a great and powerful hero and, that made his skin crawl.

His hatred had quickly become a fixation, and he began to behave more recklessly to garner your attention. Attacking civilians with hopes you’d show up, destroying buildings, and Forrests to test the limitations of your quirk. He would never truly leave the scene of the crime, always just a ways away, watching you.

Sometimes he’d go so far as to follow you afterwards, his skin crawling as All Might would place his hands on your shoulder after a long day, laughing about how amazing you were.

Were you fucking him? Disgusting. You’d probably fuck anything if you were fucking that old bat.

He hated watching others touch you, sometimes he’d find himself biting his lip until it bled while you laughed at a table full of hero’s, all of you gathered and drinking together. So fucking chummy with one another.

What would your face look like if you knew he were just a mere few feet away? What would your reaction be if he were the one touching you?

When he voiced his thoughts to the other members, they didn’t seem to understand him in the slightest.

“Aww, Shigi you’re in love!” Toga exclaimed excitedly. Twice seemed to agree, before calling him some insult in a separate voice. “You should just fuck her already and get it over with.” Dabi notes, nonchalantly.

“Don’t be such a brute, he should try and buy her flowers. I’m sure she’ll love it.” Toga adds, blushing crimson as she begins to go on and on about how good being in love feels.

“I don’t love her…” Shigaraki gripes, trying to silence the now rowdy bar as they all descend into their usual chaos. Dabi, the only sane one at the moment, shoves his hands in his pockets before leaning against the counter next to Shigi. “Listen, I don’t care about whatever feelings you have towards that hero but, it’s getting creepy how often you talk about her. Whatever you want to do, just get it over with so we can get back to the mission. I’m not here for any love fest.” He advises.

That’s how he ended up here, in your home, sitting on your couch and waiting for you to come home, like some crazy obsessed boyfriend.

At first he was uncertain, he had followed you home many times but, he had never actually broken in.

However, it quickly dissipated and was replaced with hatred as he observed the various pictures and certificates along the walls. You had pictures with your family, and awards from various parts of your life. It reminded him of just how much he couldn’t stand you. You, the ever-so-privileged, to be fortunate enough to live this happy little life of yours.

He wanted to snatch it all away from you.

The faint click of the door alerts him of your arrival, and his head snaps up to find you staring back at him in horror.

The next set of events are a bit of a blur, as he immediately stands to his feet to chase you down, somehow knocking you too your feet and slamming the door shut, and locking it behind him. You had tried to fight him, but the moment his hands grabbed your legs, it was over. You could only scream in agony as your leg began to rot and fall away.

Shigi was stunned for a moment, his eyes wide as he watched the tears stream down your face as you mourned your now lost limb. He had known he was fucked in the head, but right now as he watched you try and crawl away, his cock twitching in excitement, he knew something had been very wrong with him.

"So you aren't completely immune to me..." He says, more to himself than to you with an amused grin on his face.

He doesn't chase you, you're too hysteric to think logically, immediately trying to bring back your own leg when you realize that the rotting is spreading further and further, reaching your knee.

While you make quick work of bringing back your leg, he digs in his pockets for his gloves, sliding them on his hands while humming casually.

"W- why are you doing this?" You ask, confused and distraught.

He doesn't answer, only reaching for a syringe that he bought with him with a newfound sense of pride.

"Try not to fight to much..." is all he says, before sticking the needle into your neck, and everything fades to black.

When you come to, it’s pitch black inside your home. Not even the moons fluorescent light shines through the void that engulfs your living space. You can tell you’re in your room though, as the familiar firmness of your mattress keeps your warm from the otherwise chilling air.

If not for the throbbing feeling in your leg, you’d have assumed the prior events had only been a nightmare, but, unfortunately for you this all was very very real and the man who lay watching you with his arm across your abdomen and his crimson eyes boring into the side of your face was no figment of your imagination.

“You’re awake? Finally, I was starting to thing I had injected you with too much…”

Is all he says as you try to pry him off of you, only for you to realize that your arms and legs are tied to the posts.

“Please…whatever it is I did to end up on your bad side…I apologize.” You say, eyes watering in a desperate attempt to pull sympathy from him. You may have been a hero but you healed, helped rebuild buildings, and worked on rescuing civilians. Your quirk wasn’t built for combat, Allmight had sought you out for your abilities sure, but as a sidekick, you were still just learning the ropes in terms of fighting bad guys! You were in no way capable of handling the league of villains leader, at least you thought so.

Your tears only served to excite him

“Yes, this is exactly what I wanted to see..” he uttered in complete fascination, “Cry harder for me, sweet girl.”

Your body physically recoils when you feel something firm pressing into your side.

Was he getting off on this?

“You..You’re sick!” You spit at him, a wave of disgust and anger washing over you as you seethe at him through hot tears. “Let me g- mmh!”

You’re silenced by his mouth pressing against yours, a gloved hand gripping your throat tight enough to block your air ways forcing you to instinctively try and gasp for air.

He makes an attempt to slip his slimy wet tongue into your mouth and—

CHOMP.

“Fuck!” He hisses, pulling back from you. “I’m bleeding..” he announces to you, annoyed and angry as if he weren’t literally trying to force himself on you.

You want to make a smart remark but before you could say anything his hands were in your pants, prying you open with his fingers.

“I was trying to be nice to you, ya know. Wanted to ease you into it.” He gripes while you bite at your lip, trying to close your legs but to no avail.

“But if you keep acting like a little bitch, I’ll just rip you open. I can make this feel good for you or painful..I’ll cum either way” He threatens.

You can’t hide the way your face twists in disgust, nausea overtaking you as he starts to massage your clit sloppily and unskilled. Was this some kind of sick joke? There was no way he’d make you feel good no matter how gentle or shitty he was to you. Still…you weren’t foolish enough to pick a fight with someone while you had no way to defend yourself. You could only hope that one of your hero friends would stop by to save you.

Shigaraki takes your silence as an agreement of compliance (it is) and makes a second attempt at kissing you, this time the taste of metal invading your senses as his blood gets in your mouth. He doesn’t remove his fingers from your heat, only adjusting them so they’re not so uncomfortable.

His movements are slow and methodical, shifting every so often while he watches for a reaction from you. His fingers twist and curl until he finds a particular spot that makes you moan in his mouth.

“Cute..” his whispers against your lips, his face just a few centimeters from yours as he rubs against that same spot a few more times. “Can you hear that?” He asks, drawing your attention to the wet sounds coming from below your waist, “You’re so wet from just a few fingers.”

You turn away from him, biting your lip to try prevent yourself from making anymore involuntary sounds. “I-it’s a Biological response. That…that doesn’t mean I’m enjoying this.” You try to explain. But the smirk radiating off his face, tells you that he doesn’t believe you…or care.

He starts to press into that spot harder, kissing at your neck and leaving little bites on your shoulder. “I guess I’m not the only sick one. You claim to hate this, but you’re dripping down my fingers.” He taunts, “How would your precious Allmight feel if he knew you were getting off on his enemies fingers? Do you think he’d get rid of you?”

You don’t answer. Instead you try and place your focus anywhere else, on anything else. But his constant chatter won’t allow your mind to wander for long.

“Fuck, I want to feel you…”

His hand leaves your sex, and for a moment there’s shuffling beside you. The sound of zippers and clothes dropping being the only thing to fill the otherwise silent room. You had hoping if you just let him do what he wanted, he would get it over with quickly.

But Shigaraki had no intention of letting you stay silent the entire time. He slipped his gloves off, making sure he was in full view and your heart rate picks up instantly as the thought of him touching you fills you with newfound paranoia.

He’s careful this time though, letting his fingers graze over your clothes and watching as they disintegrate beneath his touch, leaving only a cool sensation ghosting in their wake.

You whimper when he’s got you down to your underwear, shuddering in the silence while he plays with the hem of your panties. You flinch at the contact, and he almost laughs.

“Careful, if you move too much, you might lose your leg again..” he warns playfully, though you don’t find anything about what he says to be funny at all.

He observes your lower half for a moment longer before speaking again. “Your leg did heal nicely though. I wonder…if I were to keep breaking away at you, could you keep putting yourself back together?”

His curiosity was scaring you. You didn’t know yourself and you didn’t want him trying to find out the answer.

“T- Tomura…”

His eyes seem to hone in on you, he never expected his name to leave your lips, but he liked the sound. Something he made a mental note of for later.

Ever the oblivious to your future misfortune, you only cared about placing his mind else where. “A- Are you going to put that inside me?” You asked, raising your head, only to take in his naked form. He was a lot more muscular than you had expected, still fairly thin but in a lean kind of way, as if he had been training.

There were scars along his pale skin, ones that trailed down his abdomen leading to his—

“Do you mean my dick?” He says, a little too confidently as he places himself between your legs.

You only nod in reply, disgusted with yourself.

If the circumstances had been different, you would have rolled your eyes...but this was a moment of desperation. If you didn't keep him entertained, he would clearly find ways to entertain himself. Horrifying ways that would only end in suffering for you.

"I want to hear you say it...ask me to put it in." he says, his mouth getting closer to your loins, kissing at your inner thigh.

A larger part of you wanted to pull away, but you knew better. He had slipped his gloves back on, somewhere in the midst of your little interaction, and had his lips kissing dangerously close to your pussy. It was better this than him testing the limits of your quirk.

"Go on...Beg me for my dick..."

He swipes his tongue up your bare slit, it's warm but leaves a cold and wet feeling after. He doesn't stop there, his cracked lips kissing your bundle of nerves, before he circles it with his tongue.

Its foreign feeling at first, and strange, but you can't stop the way your breath picks up as he licks at your most sensitive parts. The fact that you're even giving him a reaction fills you with shame. You just want this to be over.

"Pl-please put your dick in me.." you say, your own voice just barely above a whisper in an attempt to mask the fact that your voice sounds a little less like your own right now.

"Hmm? What was that? I didn't hear you..."

You were embarrassed and overstimulated, and there was a strange feeling starting to build up in your tummy from his tongue on you. As sloppy as it was, he was learning your body quickly, and that was terrifying.

"Please...Tomura...Put your dick in me.." You say, louder this time.

"You want it?"

"Y-es.."

He smiles a genuine smile, and had you have known what he was thinking, you may have fought him a little harder.

He brings his face back to yours, his hands on either side of your head and his length nestled between your folds and twitching in excitement. "Kiss me..." He commands, but he sounds breathless, needy almost.

You do as you are told, despite your skin crawling, despite the bile that's building in your throat, despite the alarm bells going off inside your head.

The kiss felt different than the first.... the first was experimental, curious. This one was greedy, like he intended to take something with it.

"Mm..MM" Your wrists twist at the restraints as the tip of his cock pushes past your folds, pressing into your innards and spreading your walls apart.

"Relax a little for me baby..." he growls, hips stuttering as he feels how tight you are. He groans when his balls finally slap against your cunt, bottoming out inside you.

For a moment you're in disbelief, you try to scan through memories, trying to find something that would make sense of the situation you're in right now. Searching for anything that would explain why he was doing this to you.

Meanwhile, Tomura was pulling back his hips to fuck into you again. You moan as he sets a slow pace as if he's savoring the feeling of you.

You're made to feel every inch of him as he pressed into you deep. "Fffuck.." you curse under your breath, as the girth of him grinds into your gspot.

You can feel the build in your stomach again, and your walls start to spasm around his dick.

"That's right, cum for me pretty girl..." he says, picking up his pace, snapping his hips forward. You can't think anymore, not that you want to anyway. He thrusts once, then again, and suddenly your coming undone, your limbs shaking as an orgasm wracks throughout your entire body.

He talks you through your orgasm, whispering about how good of a whore you are, about how your body was made for him, how you were made for him, about how he's known all along that you were his.

It scares you when he says those things but, it scares you even more that you're starting to believe him.

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Authors note: Hope people like the one-shot. Again english isn't my first language so I apologize for any grammar or spelling errors. This isn't meant to be anything serious or align with any part of the recent storyline in anyway. Just something I wanted to write. If there needs to be more tags or warnings, I'll be sure to add them. Hope it is well received. Again, I don't condone any of the acts depicted here in real life. Minors DO NOT interact or Follow. No Age in Bio will be Blocked (I'll get to checking my following soon). Thank you to anyone who does like the stuff I write.

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He’s so hot omg 😭💕

😲😳🥵😍🤤🤤*clears throat* THANK YOU BONES. Just lose the pants, they barely hanging on.

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

This is just a general list of kinks I'll post about, place within my tagline, or kinks I'm open to writing about.

𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲

𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐭-𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡-𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲

𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐬

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐧-𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐃𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚

𝐃𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤

𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧/𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐃𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲

𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐄𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠/𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐒𝐞𝐱

𝐃𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚

𝐃𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤

𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧/𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐃𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲

𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐄𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠/𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐒𝐞𝐱

𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐨-𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐦

​𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐬

𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞/𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚

𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐕𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦

𝐕𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥)

𝐖𝐚𝐱 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲

𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝.

𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.

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I wasn’t expecting this post to get 100+ notes 😅 Thanks to anyone who read it and liked it! It means a lot, even the small interactions. More to come soon

tw: noncon, threats baby trapping, yandere gojo x reader, manipulation, satosugu mention, mentions of forced marriage, stalking, light mindbreak mention.

tags: satoru gojo x special grader sorcerer reader

I do not condone any of the acts mentioned in this drabble in real life. Minors Do Not Interact. No Age in Bio Will be Blocked.

I can't stop thinking about a needy and clingy Yandere Gojo. In the jujutsu world where everyone sees him as a weapon, you being one of the only people who sees him for who he truly is.

Of course, it wouldn't start that way, in the beginning, the two of you would just be really good friends.

You'd be a special-grade sorcerer just like him, joining their little trio during your younger years. You'd understand him when he'd talk about his clan and all the heavy pressure they placed on him and how all of it stripped him of an actual childhood. The both of you laughing together at Geto's bangs while he calls the two of you childish but also butting heads with him from time to time when he took a joke too far.

You'd be the only one to witness him in at his most vulnerable. Watching him with such sad eyes as he sobs to you about Geto leaving him behind. About how he's never felt more alone. You'd try to comfort him by telling him he still had you. It would only be meant as a way to comfort him; for him to see that he wasn't the strongest by himself, that there was still someone who cared for him. And in that moment, he'd probably calm down, and you'd ignore the desperate yet dark look he got in his eyes as he made you promise to never leave him.

Never would you imagine just how much your dynamic would change after that. From him following you around the school grounds, to him randomly popping up on missions with souvenirs. It would seem cute and harmless at first but suffocating as his visits only get to be more frequent and his demands more and more intense.

He'd isolate you from the others, not wanting you to get close to anyone else. He'd also manipulate the hire-ups into keeping you away from the others like Nanami or Haibara. Why would you need to go on missions with them? They were strong enough, and he needed you more. Afterall, special grade sorcerers had to fight the most dangerous of curses! You should be at his side!

His touching would become incessant. He'd be insatiable, greedy. In the beginning it would just be hugs, him needing you to hold onto him but it would gradually get more and more intense, from hungry kisses full of tongue and teeth to him dropping his infinity just to feel the soft skin beneath your shirt.

You'd let it slide for the most part, trying to be empathetic, taking pity on him in such a sorrowful state. But, after years passing his heavy make-outs and one-nightstands would go from stealing your breath away to just suffocating you entirely.

You would tell him you need space and he'd only get worse. Afterall why would you need space from him? Were you planning on leaving?? You couldn't leave!! He'd rather die than live without you!!

He'd get rougher with you then, holding onto you so tight that you could feel bruises forming on your skin beneath his iron clad grip. You didn't need space, if anything, he needed to be around more so that you'd see how much he needed you!

It would get so emotionally draining, until finally you'd up and leave Jujutsu entirely. Or you would try to at least...

"Gojo how did you get my address?" you'd ask him one day as he randomly popped up at your home one day at 3 in the morning with puffy eyes.

And he wouldn't answer, only forcing his way inside, and wrapping himself around you, shaking violently as he keeps you held close in his embrace. He'd be angry at you for leaving, because you promised to stay. You couldn't leave him. He wouldn't allow it. Even if that meant keeping you there by force.

And maybe you'd scream and try to get away for a while as he pushed your body into the floor, but that was okay because once you were carrying his child you'd have no choice but to stay...right? Your clan would be more than happy to marry you off to the strongest modern sorcerer, and your kids would look so cute!

He'd whisper such delusions into your ear while forcing himself inside, covering your mouth with his hands when you tried to protest all while telling you that you'd accept him soon enough and - "Oh you feel so good baby, even better than I imagined."

If you tried to push him off, it would be of no use, he'd just fuck you harder every time you tried to squirm away. Deeper when you try pushing him away. Faster when you beg him to stop.

"I love you...geto.." he'd cry into your ear, clearly in a deluded state while pounding deep into your sex.

He'd kiss you desperately, sucking out all your air as he cums inside you over and over and over again, until finally, your body is too weak to continue on resisting.

And even then, he wouldn't stop. You'd sooner pass out with exhaustion, only to wake up with his arms around you, his face buried in your tummy, as he cries and begs you not to leave him.

It'd be even more twisted when you tell him you don't love him, and the tears come to a sudden halt, and you're uncertain as to whether he's taking a mask off or putting one on in that moment, as he tells you it doesn't matter what you want, because he'll come back anyway. He'll tell you it doesn't matter where you go, or how far you try to run to get away from him, you're his and he'll keep raping you until it's drilled into your mind that you're his.

++ Added bonus if you actually do try to run, and he does in fact keep his promise. Finding you every single time and fucking you on every surface he can reach, until your brain becomes fog and you forget why you ever wanted to run from such a good feeling to begin with.

++ Additional bonus if both your clans actually find out and forces you to marry him for status and power, forcing you to be stuck with him whether you like it or not.

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tw: noncon, threats baby trapping, yandere gojo x reader, manipulation, satosugu mention, mentions of forced marriage, stalking, light mindbreak mention.

tags: satoru gojo x special grader sorcerer reader

I do not condone any of the acts mentioned in this drabble in real life. Minors Do Not Interact. No Age in Bio Will be Blocked.

I can't stop thinking about a needy and clingy Yandere Gojo. In the jujutsu world where everyone sees him as a weapon, you being one of the only people who sees him for who he truly is.

Of course, it wouldn't start that way, in the beginning, the two of you would just be really good friends.

You'd be a special-grade sorcerer just like him, joining their little trio during your younger years. You'd understand him when he'd talk about his clan and all the heavy pressure they placed on him and how all of it stripped him of an actual childhood. The both of you laughing together at Geto's bangs while he calls the two of you childish but also butting heads with him from time to time when he took a joke too far.

You'd be the only one to witness him in at his most vulnerable. Watching him with such sad eyes as he sobs to you about Geto leaving him behind. About how he's never felt more alone. You'd try to comfort him by telling him he still had you. It would only be meant as a way to comfort him; for him to see that he wasn't the strongest by himself, that there was still someone who cared for him. And in that moment, he'd probably calm down, and you'd ignore the desperate yet dark look he got in his eyes as he made you promise to never leave him.

Never would you imagine just how much your dynamic would change after that. From him following you around the school grounds, to him randomly popping up on missions with souvenirs. It would seem cute and harmless at first but suffocating as his visits only get to be more frequent and his demands more and more intense.

He'd isolate you from the others, not wanting you to get close to anyone else. He'd also manipulate the hire-ups into keeping you away from the others like Nanami or Haibara. Why would you need to go on missions with them? They were strong enough, and he needed you more. Afterall, special grade sorcerers had to fight the most dangerous of curses! You should be at his side!

His touching would become incessant. He'd be insatiable, greedy. In the beginning it would just be hugs, him needing you to hold onto him but it would gradually get more and more intense, from hungry kisses full of tongue and teeth to him dropping his infinity just to feel the soft skin beneath your shirt.

You'd let it slide for the most part, trying to be empathetic, taking pity on him in such a sorrowful state. But, after years passing his heavy make-outs and one-nightstands would go from stealing your breath away to just suffocating you entirely.

You would tell him you need space and he'd only get worse. Afterall why would you need space from him? Were you planning on leaving?? You couldn't leave!! He'd rather die than live without you!!

He'd get rougher with you then, holding onto you so tight that you could feel bruises forming on your skin beneath his iron clad grip. You didn't need space, if anything, he needed to be around more so that you'd see how much he needed you!

It would get so emotionally draining, until finally you'd up and leave Jujutsu entirely. Or you would try to at least...

"Gojo how did you get my address?" you'd ask him one day as he randomly popped up at your home one day at 3 in the morning with puffy eyes.

And he wouldn't answer, only forcing his way inside, and wrapping himself around you, shaking violently as he keeps you held close in his embrace. He'd be angry at you for leaving, because you promised to stay. You couldn't leave him. He wouldn't allow it. Even if that meant keeping you there by force.

And maybe you'd scream and try to get away for a while as he pushed your body into the floor, but that was okay because once you were carrying his child you'd have no choice but to stay...right? Your clan would be more than happy to marry you off to the strongest modern sorcerer, and your kids would look so cute!

He'd whisper such delusions into your ear while forcing himself inside, covering your mouth with his hands when you tried to protest all while telling you that you'd accept him soon enough and - "Oh you feel so good baby, even better than I imagined."

If you tried to push him off, it would be of no use, he'd just fuck you harder every time you tried to squirm away. Deeper when you try pushing him away. Faster when you beg him to stop.

"I love you...geto.." he'd cry into your ear, clearly in a deluded state while pounding deep into your sex.

He'd kiss you desperately, sucking out all your air as he cums inside you over and over and over again, until finally, your body is too weak to continue on resisting.

And even then, he wouldn't stop. You'd sooner pass out with exhaustion, only to wake up with his arms around you, his face buried in your tummy, as he cries and begs you not to leave him.

It'd be even more twisted when you tell him you don't love him, and the tears come to a sudden halt, and you're uncertain as to whether he's taking a mask off or putting one on in that moment, as he tells you it doesn't matter what you want, because he'll come back anyway. He'll tell you it doesn't matter where you go, or how far you try to run to get away from him, you're his and he'll keep raping you until it's drilled into your mind that you're his.

++ Added bonus if you actually do try to run, and he does in fact keep his promise. Finding you every single time and fucking you on every surface he can reach, until your brain becomes fog and you forget why you ever wanted to run from such a good feeling to begin with.

++ Additional bonus if both your clans actually find out and forces you to marry him for status and power, forcing you to be stuck with him whether you like it or not.

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人形 - Chapter 1

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ᴛᴡ: ɴᴏɴᴄᴏɴ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ɢʀᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴄᴜʟᴛ), ꜱᴀᴅɪꜱᴛɪᴄ ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴅᴀᴄʀʏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱQᴜɪɴᴛ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴀʟɪᴠᴇ.

ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ ᴏꜰ ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ. ʜᴇʀ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ.

ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ, ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ.

ɴᴏ ᴀɢᴇ ɪɴ ʙɪᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ.

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The day had finally come. The pitter patter of panicked footsteps approaching your crimson door, as you lay in bed, nearly lifeless. You could just barely make out the sound of shrill voices as they each shouted amongst one another about whom was to blame for your bare form.

“She’s not even dressed! Do you think this is acceptable? Get her ready NOW!” You heard someone – a woman – screeching as she gazed down in dismay at your limp form. “Lord Sukuna would kill us ALL if we brought this as an offering.” She rambles on, pacing in a panic while three other ladies scramble to lift you up, dragging your body from the bed, over to the vanity, that sat adjacent to your bed.

You didn’t understand why they had chosen to drug you, this was your entire life’s purpose. You had been born in this village and, raised in this very temple. From the time you were conceived, your entire purpose was to someday be an offering to Lord Sukuna. This was an annual thing that dated back for centuries. The people of this village both worshipped Sukuna as a god and feared him as a devil, they believed that by offering him a virgin girl to devour each year that they would be safe and protected. Hence why you and many other girls were brought up here.

To an outsider, the process may have seemed horrendous – raising someone as cattle. But this was the norm in your village, and those considered food to the god Sukuna were seen as honorable – saviors even. The people would rejoice when their families were chosen as sacrifices, and you were no different. Yet and still, despite your complete compliance, the monks of this temple still thought it best that they slip a large dosage of opium in your tea, leaving you to feel dazed, and almost entirely immobile.

Still, you could not protest and wouldn’t even if you were capable.

This was just tradition, you supposed.

So instead, you relax and let yourself be propped up by one of the ladies while the others adorn your face in make-up and dress you in fine, expensive, silk fabrics. It’s almost relaxing, being pampered in such a way.

“You look so beautiful.” One lady compliments as she drags a brush with red lip-paint along the shape of your lips. “I’m so proud of the woman you’ve become...Lord Sukuna will surely be pleased. You’ll make one hell of a meal.” She whispers softly as she puts the finishing touches on your face.

You manage to pull your head out of the fog a bit to recognize the woman who’s standing before you.

“M...mot..moth..” You try to sit up, but your body feels far too heavy to move. She only smiles as she watches your attempts to struggle out of your drug-induced complacency.

“Shhh...don’t squirm too much my dear. You don’t want these nice young ladies to have to feed you anymore of that tea, do you?” Her tone is sweet, and you notice how she plasters a large smile across her face, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

You body immediately stills, not wanting to see your mother angry at you, especially not on your special day. She seems satisfied by your obedience and turns her attention back to the other girls, who were now standing off to the side, waiting for their next command.

“Take her to the shrine. She’s not nearly as graceful as last year’s sacrifice but this will have to do. It’s time....” She commands before turning away, leaving only the sound of her echoing footsteps behind as she marches out of the room, already yelling for everyone to get ready for the next stage of today.

The girls she left you with both glance at each other before looking at you. You’re not sure what exactly it is that they’re thinking but you can see in their eyes that it’s not something good. Though, your handmaidens have never really looked at you any other way...so it’s hard to have much to compare it to.

“I’m sorry..” one of them mutters, as they both hoist you up and begin carrying you out of the temple.

You’re confused at her sudden apology, was it for not properly dressing you? It wasn’t her fault. There’s a pause as if she’s waiting for you to respond, to say something or anything... but you do not reply, you couldn’t even if you wanted to.

For the first time in months, you’re hit with the burning light of the sun. You squint in dismay, flinching back as the sound of cheers echoes throughout the village and, as your vision starts to clear, you make out hundreds of people all gathered here before the temple cheering for you as you’re held there, limp and practically lifeless.

“People of Heiankyō Village! We shall be safe for yet another Winter, thanks to our chosen Savior!” The Emperor shouts, his booming voice carrying across the crowd, sending everyone into hopeful cheers and cries.

“Let us all rejoice! For tonight we shall all feast like beasts, in honor of our God Sukuna and his lovely Sacrifice!”

There are more cheers, and you watch through clouded vision as the sea of people slowly part, creating a path towards your destiny. The malevolent shrine.

For days you wandered from your village, towards the mountains. The girls had made sure to keep you nice and drugged, forcing more of the dizzying drug down your throat every chance they got. You had long lost the urge to protest, which was probably for the best as you neared the territory of Ryomen Sukuna.

You had heard tales about it, about the uneasy feeling people got when drawing near it, about the strong energy that radiated from the very columns of the building. You were warned in youth not to approach it, not until it was time, when you would be more ‘prepared’.

Still, despite all the warnings and teachings, nothing could have prepared you for the sensation that washed over your body the moment you got closer to what would soon be your end. Your body almost collapsed under the crushing weight of his presence. You hadn’t even seen him and yet, you could feel him everywhere. Like a shroud of darkness, crushing you. You know the others with you felt it too, as they whispered about turning back.

Still, you remained as compliant as possible, you were trained for this moment. It would be your honor to be devoured by him.

“What is this?”

Your blood runs cold in your body as a deep, ominous voice bellows above you. When had he even approached? You hadn’t heard footsteps. You feel the two women stiffen before immediately dropping on the ground, pulling you down with them into a formal bow.

“L- Lord Sukuna we’ve come to offer you this sacrifice in exchange for another year of peace...” one of the ladies says, her voice trembling violently while she grips onto your garments for dear life, as if you’ll somehow be the one to save her.

There is a long pause, and a sudden pain rips through you as Sukuna’s large hands grab at your hair, pulling you to meet the gaze of a beast. His four eyes focused in one your own, giving you the chance to see him up close. His face was strange to say the least, or perhaps you should say his faces as it seemed he had two. There were strange markings all along his face, arms – his multiple arms – and, body.

Was this Sukuna? He wasn’t at all how people described him in your village.

You avert your eyes, not daring to meet the ‘deities’ gaze again as he glosses over your features with a frown.

“Every year, you bring in worse and worse cattle to my Shrine.” He gripes, tightening his fist in your hair. “Do you honestly believe I would want spoiled meat?” He snaps, turning his gaze down at the two girls, trembling on the ground.

“P- please....we beg of you...” one girl sobs, the crushing weight of his aura far too much for her to bear.

“Pathetic...” he signed. You watch, completely limp, as he slides his fingers in a swiping motion, and in an instant, the girls head detaches from her body. The girl beside her jumps at that, screaming  and kicking frantically as her friends head rolls beside her.

Her reaction manages to pull a laugh out of him. The other girl was scrambling now, trying to get up while screaming for Sukuna to stay away.

“Now this is more like it. I love when they have a little fight in them...” he howled, laughing as he caught up with the screaming woman, dropping you on the ground to focus on his hunt. You could only watch as he caught up with her and granted her the same fate as her friend.

Surely you would be next...right?

“Uraume!” He called out, beckoning forth a short-haired person with crimson eyes. The boy didn’t seem to notice you, or maybe he didn’t seem to care, as he grabbed the two bodies without being asked and darted straight inside. “I will have them ready for you before Sundown...” is all he says as he waltzes back towards the temple with the two bodies in tow.

“What should we do with this one...” he says, finally turning to acknowledge your presence, a disgusted look on his face.

The King of Curses gaze finally fell back to you and he took a moment to take in your features again. The people of your village had really done their best to break you.  Your body was weak and frail, both from the drugs and the ‘diet’ the monks had kept you on. There were some fading scars here and there that peaked out from beneath you Kimono, ones from beatings long ago, when there was at least some kindling’s of a fire blooming in your soul. but only a few.  You had a hollow look in your eyes, almost as if you were fully void of emotion at all.

It was those damned eyes that pissed him off so much. Part of the fun was watching his ‘offerings’ shake in fear or fight for their life. He craved chaos. He wanted violent screams and bloodshed. Just what was he supposed to do with a broken toy?

He grimaced for a moment, and then a sudden idea flourished.

You watched as he slowly closed in on you, calm and ready for him to take your head – just as he had done the others. Your eyes flutter shut, and for a short second you smiled, ready to bask in deaths cold embrace.

But death never came. No, instead, you feel a sharp pain to your jaw as he grabbed it with his large hand, forcing you to meet his gaze once again. He forces you head left and right, inspecting you closely. “She’s not half bad to look at...” he utters, as if contemplating something important.

“I bet you had to endure a lot of pain...” He says, voice soft. If you hadn’t known any better, you may have assumed that he actually felt sorry for you. But you were far from naïve, and the soft tone of his voice didn’t match the sinister grin on his face or the dark gaze in his eyes.

“What is your name?” he asked, though it felt more like a command than a question.

“I-I’m..not sure..” you answer back, with a voice too weak from lack of use. The people back at the temple had never given you one. There was never a need to give one to girls with your fate. Still, the look of displeasure on your gods face was enough to make you try and come up with something – you try to think back, as far as you can, for something – anything.

“人形...the ladies that use to care for me...they called me 人形..”

There was a long silence, before Sukuna suddenly let out another resounding laugh. A puppet. A lifeless doll. Whether you knew what it meant or not, it amused him to no end, just how stupid you truly were to call yourself that.

Still, his amusement gave you just enough courage to speak, “Will you, please give me the honor of being your first meal tonight?” you asked, causing his unhinged laughter to come to a sudden halt. He seemed certain of something now.

“Alright, then doll. I think I know exactly what to do with you.” He says, finally loosening his grip on your jaw, giving you just a brief second of relief before you were suddenly hoisted up over his shoulder.

“That stupid look on your face disgusts me, I would never put something so sullied into my gut.” He answered back, as he carried you back to the temple. “But,” he interjects, “I’ll have more than enough fun, wiping that shit look from your face. Maybe after I see you with a different expression, I’ll change my mind.”

For a moment you’re uncertain. You don’t fight, because your body had been groomed into compliance, it’s drilled into your mind already to take whatever Sukuna gives...however you were supposed to be given death. It’s all you had ever dreamed of, your very purpose on this earth. And, if he didn’t accept you as food, then...what would this mean for your village?

“Take this one to the hot spring.” He says, to whom you now know to be ‘Uraume’. The boy only bows, as you’re dropped at his feet. “Once that make up is washed away, have her brought back to my chambers. I want to see how long she can keep that shit look on her face.” He says with a devilish grin, before heading back inside.

Once he’s gone, the once calm demeanor on Uraume warps into one of dismay as they glance over at you. For once, Uraume had not anticipated his actions. “You should consider yourself lucky that you’re not waste in his trashbin.” He griped, as he held onto the corpses of the two girls from before. “Come. I’ll prepare these before bathing you.” He added, seemingly irritated by your presence.

You hadn’t wanted to be alive anymore than what Uraume wanted you alive, but you kept that to yourself. Instead, you only answer back with a hollow, “Yes, Your Grace” and silently begin to follow behind him. You had called him that since he seemed rather close with Ryomen. However, Uraume was quick to correct you. “Just call me Uraume. I am not of any royal blood or background.” He said back, a little more friendly than before but, still hostile.

You sat quietly while submerged in the warm water of the hotspring, hugging your knees tightly as you wonder just what exactly Lord Sukuna has in store for you.

“You should do to take better care of yourself, if you plan to be a meal for Master Sukuna..” Uraume – whom you’ve now come to learn is a girl – rubs a sudsy towel up and down your back, scrubbing away all the dead skin and dirt from your travels.

“I’m sorry...” is all you say in response.

Despite your initial meeting, Uraume seemed to warm up to you quickly when she realized you had no intention of causing any trouble. You just wanted to be eaten, and she would be more than eager to kill you herself when the time came. Your interests aligned, and so whatever threat she had assumed you initially posed to her or Sukuna had dissipated.

Unlike Sukuna, she actually liked how obedient you were. You knew your place and that was enough to turn her hostile demeanor into a more tolerable one.

“Are you a virgin?” She asked, while cleaning you.

“I’ve been told so, yes.” You answer back. You hadn’t really known what a virgin was. However, you had never been informed on much of anything. You couldn’t read, nor write. Sacrifices didn’t have a need for any of those things.

That said – you definitely were one. The monks back at your temple had made sure of it, going so far as to tie your hands and feet to the frame of your bed the moment anyone suspected you of so much as touching yourself. Any desire for intimacy soon faded when it was met with harsh punishment.

Uraume seemed pleased with that answer, knowing that with your background, it was certain that it would indicate that you absolutely were.

“Good. Master Sukuna will like that..” she notes, causing you to form a smile of your own. “It’s my life’s purpose to please him..” is all you say in return, earning a hum in satisfaction from Uraume.

After your bath, you’re sprayed with some kind of mist – the scent reminding you of spider lilies, and dressed in a long silk-white robe with a cream white flower pattern stitched all over it. It was beautiful...but it felt wrong on you. All of this felt strangely wrong, truthfully.

Still, you follow Uraume along the corridors until your brought to a room with a bed. Your heart seems to stop, uneasy for only a moment as Uraume suddenly shoves you forward, causing you to tumble over onto the sheets.

“Sukuna will be here to see you after dinner. Play with him well so I can have you prepared on a plate by morning.” Is all she says, before closing the sliding door, and leaving you by yourself.

You weren’t sure what she meant by that, but if it meant living out your destiny you would do what needed to be done both for your village, and so you could die.

You wait patiently, twiddling with your thumbs, lost in thought about what exactly the King of Curses had in store for you. The question of your virginity still hanging above your head as you ponder on why that would matter. Surely, he just wanted to see you healthier, so you’d be tastier to eat...right?

It never dawns on you the true reason you’re here, not until the sliding doors open again, and standing before you is an eager Ryomen Sukuna, both sets of arms crossed as his robes loosely drape over his shoulders.

“Well...it would seem that there was a pretty face beneath all that make up.” He says, though you’re not sure if it’s a compliment to you or to himself.

Closing the door behind him, he strides towards you, kneeling just enough so you’d be in his reach before grabbing at your ankle, pulling your body closer to his own as he forces himself between your legs.

You try to keep still, to be as docile as possible but, that’s not the side of you Sukuna wants to see. You watch for a moment as he takes one of his hands, sliding them into his bottoms before pulling out – Oh. Oh.

You’re confused now, horrified even as you see two appendages get removed from his trousers. There’s something in you that’s telling you to run, but a stronger urge that’s keeping you utterly still. The constant fluctuating emotions makes your body start to tremble, but you’re doing your best to remain dutiful.

“Such a good pet.” He coos, while stroking himself nice and slow, giving you time to take it all in. “I can see you’re starting to get scared...but your body won’t let you run away from me, right?” he teases, while you try and brace yourself for whatever he’s got in store for you.

You watched in both horror and awe as the appendages grew in his hands, the two of them both as long as your forearm and as thick as a fist. As you watched him aim one of them directly at your core, your mind finally pieced together just what exactly his intentions were.

He planned on tainting you.

Sukuna seemed to key in on your realization and relished in the amusement of your expression as it finally made it’s way onto your face. However, nothing pleased him more than watching you try to twist away, your nails clawing at the sheets beneath you as you tried to plead with him to just kill you.

“Why are you screaming now?...” He asked, feigning ignorance as he started to push himself inside, not caring if you were ready to take him or not. “I haven’t even put it in yet..”

He starts to push his hips forward, forcing in the tip inside as he pushing his weight down to keep you in place.

Your teeth clench instantly, while you continue to claw at the sheets. He’s not gentle with you in the slightest as he keeps forcing his way in. It’s unbearable, the ache you feel as he practically rips you open for the first time.

“How cute, I can only get about half-way inside...” he practically purrs into your ear, his hips finally still.

You whine in response, the only sound you can make as you try and adjust to the sensation of being stretched so much. “Don’t worry, in due time,  you’ll be able to take all of me.” He jokes, as he pulls his hips back pulling himself all the way out before shoving himself back in. He repeats this movement several times, hitting against your cervix with every push of his hips.

You can’t hold back your scream this time, tears falling from your eyes as you apologize profusely, begging him to show you any mercy. Your hands fall to his pelvis as you make feeble attempts to push him away, but it does little to stop him. Instead to your horror and surprise, your met with a wet sensation, as you bare witness to his abdomen splitting open revealing a tongue and teeth. Your hand draws back quickly, and he almost laughs at the expression that’s written along your face.

“Why are you pulling away from my mouth? I thought you wanted to be eaten?” He taunts while fucking you, pushing in a little more of his cock than before.

He changes your positions, pulling you onto his lap, your chest pressed against his own. He uses two of his hands to bounce you on his length, while the others grope and grab at any part of you they can reach. The sensation is wet and warm. Like lips tracing all over your body, licking, biting, and marking you in every spot he touches.

It’s overwhelming, all the different sensations, and it’s not long before the pain twists and mixes in with pleasure, and the squelch of you pussy starts to echo in the room, harmonizing beautifully with your moans and screams.

One of those sneaky hands finds their way to your backside, and your back arches instantly when the wet feeling of a tongue starts to press against your rim. “M-Master Sukuna!” you cry out, your body trembling as he quickens his pace.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, body nearly limp from overstimulation but he doesn’t slow down.

You hear him growl in your ear, as he treats your frail body like it’s a cock sleeve, constantly trying to force himself deeper and deeper, while his fingers stretch you open in the back.

“Please, I don’t think I can take much more of thi- mmMPH!” He doesn’t let you talk, covering your mouth with one of his hands, forcing you silent with one of the strangest kisses you’ve ever imagined. You could almost gag at the feeling of his tongue as it squirmed around inside your mouth, licking around inside and forcing you to reciprocate.

His cock starts to twitch inside you, while your nails claw at his back. “You’re about to receive my seed, take it and be grateful...” he commands.

His movements get sloppy, and you wince as he starts fucking himself deeper, until finally the base of his cock is being pushed inside. The feeling is too much. However, you can only sit back and take it as he finally spurts his cum out inside of you. Loads of if pouring into you and spilling out. His hand gets removed from your lips and you let out a loud moan.

When his hips still, you finally relax and for a brief moment, you think it’s over. That is, until your hoisted up and forced down on his second dick.

“No... No Please! Master Sukuna, have mercy!” you beg while attempting to fight your way out of his hold.

He only chuckles at your feeble attempts, “What’s wrong? Isn’t it an honor to be used by your God?”

He’s mocking you, amused that you would sooner have him take your life than your virtue.

“You human’s are all the same. What would give you the right to tell me how to use my offering?” he tsks, shaking his head as he feigns annoyance...though you can sense he’s not kidding this time.

He waits for you to answer, but there was not one you could muster. He was completely right. It wasn’t your place to deny him, that’s what you were taught.

But for the first time since your childhood, you questioned whether what you were taught was fair. Why was this your destiny? It felt like years of emotions suppressed were overwhelming you all at once, spilling out of you like waves and fresh hot tears stained your cheeks.

Finally, it felt like a veil was lifted from your eyes as you peered back at the monster grinning psychotically in your face.

“Haha! Yes! This is exactly the reaction I was waiting for.” He shouted, fucking into you harder, faster, deeper.

“More! More! Show me more of that tragic face of yours!”

You sob, submerged in pain, pleasure, misery, and joy. Your god really had accepted you, but was that something that you ever wanted to begin with?

Too many sensations overtake you all at once, while he drills into you coming inside your cunt again..and again..and again.

The moon rises. The sun sets. Your body aches as he forces you to cream on both his cocks over and over and over. Until finally your body tired from exhaustion, and you woke up aching all over.

You were supposed to be food come morning, but morning was long gone and he hadn’t allowed you rest not even once.

You’re a shuddering mess when he’s done with you, practically numb from the waist down, and stuffed full of him, so much that you feel bloated. You had hoped that after all this, he would get bored and end you. That he’d put you out of your misery and send Uraume to collect your body.

But Uraume never came for you, and the darkness that enveloped you was only mental. When you had asked him what he intended to do with you, he had only brushed you off as if you had said something amusing.

When Uraume finally did come, she was not as friendly as before, roughly handling you as she dragged your limp body back to the hot spring to be cleaned again – per Sukuna’s Orders.

You had hoped she would be a light in the darkness but, as her face grimaced as you asked her “Is he going to kill me?..”  you knew that his ‘play time’ with you wasn’t over just yet.

In fact, this would only be the start of your own personal hell.

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Added note: I haven't written much of anything in what might be 4 or 5 years now, and English isn't my first language, so if there's any bad grammar or errors, please go easy on me.