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TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omegaverse, subjugation, some type of sexism, bad politics, chemically induced heat? institutionalized reader, doctors, wack rehabilitation program, ish brainwashing

fem reader

You’d been difficult to tame. Or, he just didn’t have the time to do it properly—too busy at work and too tired when coming home. He’d wanted a sweet Omega, one who did house chores when he was away and had dinner ready for him when he got off.

You’d looked real sweet at the auction—a perfectly beautiful Omega. You weren’t cheap either—everyone had made their bids, but he’d been the one to walk away with the prize in the end. He can’t say he regrets it—he still has a fondness for you even though you’re not what he’d thought he’d purchased.

You just need some behavioral correcting. And so, he put you in an Omega institution.

It had been recommended to him. It’s not so uncommon, he later found out while reading up on the place. Auctioned Omegas tend to end up a little rough around the edges—here, at the institution, they’ll smooth those edges right out.

Sadly, there’s been a rise in unstable Omegas as of late—he reads on their website. It’s a misguided revolution taking place in several auction homes that’s to blame for it—circling modern ideas of liberation, equality, andindependence. It all stems from a place of fear, the website explains in detail—Omegas seek to stand on their own in the world. Cooped up in auction homes, they fear they’ll never see the outside without a mate—and as the years dwindle on and their prospects become slimmer, they start fantasizing about doing it on their own.

He feels sorry for you while reading it. Your attitude makes more sense now, knowing you’ve been fed a bunch of deluded nonsense. He can’t blame you for getting swept up in it—you’re a little younger than him, after all. But the silly idea of a lone Omega isn’t just laughable but dangerous. It was best of him to make sure any such notions were quashed—for your own good—before you end up doing something you might regret. 

And it seemed this place was the place to do it. In fact, many of his fellow Alphas had done the same, and they’d all sung this particular institution’s praises.

Oh, but it’s been hard. You wouldn’t talk to him much or even keep him in good company at home, but still, he misses your presence. The house seems so empty without your little everyday spats to keep him on his toes.

You’ve been away for a whole month now, and he hasn’t even been allowed to visit, not once. It would ruin the process, he was told. But he’s been assured that the caretakers there have been making great progress with you. He should be able to come pick you up as soon as the start of next week.

He remembers having been skeptical about leaving you here as he walks to announce himself at the help desk. The facility is pristine and sterile—very impersonal, just like any other hospital. He wonders if you’ve been scared. After all, it’s most likely your skittish nature that makes you so hostile, joined with misgivings making you confused. It can’t be easy. He hopes the doctors here have helped you sort things out. Maybe you won’t be so frustrated all the time.

He was led to a private room where he could complete some paperwork for your release while waiting for your discharge. He made quick work of it. A door opens, and your doctor comes through, and then, following right behind him, there’s you—his pretty little Omega.

He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you quite so subdued—not even when you’d been caged at the auction, there’d still been some fight to your spirit. Now, not so much—taking quiet and careful steps with your head hung, looking at your slipper-clad feet.

You pick your face up when you recognize the scent, and then you look at him like you’ve just seen a ghost. Wide-eyed and lock-jawed—your breathing picks up rapidly, and his name drops from your lips like a pained whimper, followed by a sudden burst of tears and a rush toward him. “You came back—” 

You’re on him before he has the time to blink—pressed against him tightly, skin-to-skin and heart-to-heart, with your face buried in the grove of his neck. Your claws are slightly drawn, but in no effort to hurt him—rather, to cling to him. It’s not any normal hug—not that you’d ever given him one before—but even so, you’re swaddledaround his neck with your legs crossed at his back.

He’s taken aback by the behavior—it isn’t like you at all. He remembers your aversion to his touch, how you’d regard him like a plague, snarling each time he’d get too close. This was beyond new.

But you leave him no opening to comment either, too busy rambling in meek little whispers pressed into his skin, “Thank you, thank you, thank you—I knew you’d come back—knew you hadn’t forgotten about me. I’m sorry I was being difficult, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You’ve forgiven me, right? You’ll take me home now, right? Please—”

He’d never been in a position to soothe you before—you’d never wanted it. He doesn’t know what else to do but smooth a hand over your hunched and shuddering back, shushing you like he’d seen mothers do with their sobbing children. You didn’t look much different right now.

“Yeah… we’re going home,” he assures you. 

You hug him a little tighter as a sob wreaks through you.

This isn’t exactly what he prepared himself for. He thought you’d be... well, he doesn’t really know... nicer?Perhaps. Agreeable. Not so violent. But not this—this broken little ball of shivering sniffles holding onto him as if the world was about to end.

He swallows thickly, then looks at your doctor—he doesn’t seem surprised. In fact, he seems utterly unfazed.

It makes him wonder, a little warily, “What have you done with her?”

The doctor seems more than happy to explain—it’s only customary, after all. He’d paid a lot to have you rehabilitated here.

“Each omega requires special treatment suited to them,” the doctor explains. “Yours was particularly unruly.”

You flinch. He feels your claws dig deeper, but they’re too blunt to draw blood and too weak to hurt anyway. But even so, your sentiments are more than clear—you fear this doctor with your entire being.

“We’ve found that in the case of hostile Omegas, the most effective way to correct their behavior is to keep them isolated and let their own instincts remind them of what they need,” the doctor continues. “Of course, we’ve taken protective measures to ensure she wouldn’t harm herself in said isolation and have fed her accordingly at scheduled times every day.” He smiles. “We can assure you she’s been perfectly safe in the pillow room.”

He lifts the silver suitcase he’d been holding, props it up, and pops the lid, revealing a row of ten syringes—a hot pink fluid within.

“This is our recommended medicine.”

You shudder even more, unrelenting in your grip around him—hanging on so tightly as if you fear someone would come and pry you off him at any moment.

“Give one to her if and when she acts up. More instructions come with the case—please read through them carefully.”

He eyes the syringes with furrowed brows, picking one up to inspect it further. They don’t look like anything he’s read about in the brochure or on the website—perhaps a brand new method for treating Omegas? This is a cutting-edge institution, after all.

He can’t guess what they must do to make you cower like that. The spit-spire he left here a month ago wouldn’t cry over a tiny needle.

“What are they?” he asks.

The doctor’s smile stretches. “Nothing dangerous. All natural hormone components.”

He’s not sure what that entails, and so he quirks a brow while laying the syringe back in its designated mold. “And what does that mean?”

The doctor clasps the case shut and hands it over to him while explaining plainly, “They induce heat.” 

He accepts the case before his ears have the chance to draw back at his words. Now that explains your sudden clinginess—why you’re so frigid.

The doctor adds, “Poor thing’s spent quite a few alone in the pillow room, so I’m sure she’ll be grateful to finally be by her mate’s side again.”

He’s speechless.

Spending heat alone, without any relief, is a form nothing short of torture. If he’d known that was what they were doing to you, he wouldn’t have sent you here in the first place. He very nearly chews the doctor out for using such barbaric methods but thinks better of it. If anything were to be done, it would be through a well-worded and filed complaint and a vow to never do business with them ever again.

Though, coming home with you by his side, still clinging to him… he can’t argue with the results. 

So he doesn’t complain. He just enjoys your new and improved wellness and promises never to use those injections on you himself. Yes, they’d forego their expiration date soon enough, dusting away in the back of his closet. He’d never ever put you through something so horrid. That’s his pledge as your mate.

Oh, but then... the honeymoon phase dissolves. And you return to your old habits of teeth and claws.

It’s never-ending barking with you all over again—you want to leave, you want to be alone, you don’t want him to touch you, you blame him for what you went through at the institution, you hate him for it, and you’ll never ever forgive him.

He doesn’t want to—he swears while holding the syringe to your thigh where he’s strapped you down in bed with ropes and knots—he doesn’t want to, he really doesn’t, but you leave him no choice when you act like a wild animal. 

The first time is always the hardest. But he doesn’t leave you alone in a room like they did at the institution—no, he helps you through it. It’s not torture this way. It’s just… well, what can he say? It’s just a little reminder to get you back on your good behavior.

You would rather stay here than get sent back to the pillow room, right?

It’s all too easy the second time around even though it shouldn’t have been. It was only a day of small uproars, nothing all that bad—refusing to greet him at the door, to make dinner, to fix his plate, to wash dishes, to come to bed. He’d allowed you days like that in the past, but this time, he’d felt himself gravitate towards his so-called last resort once again. 

Still, he’d felt a little guilty about it. 

It would be easier to refrain if it didn’t work like a charm.

Now, he goes and finds the briefcase at the drop of a hat. Say something snarky or look at him funny. Give him any opportunity, and he’ll abuse it—even things you don’t even mean to do, like burning the food, shrinking his clothes in the wash, or forgetting to make the bed in the morning. He’s on you with the syringe deep in your flesh before you can even mouth the words “I’m sorry—”

You’re limp and sweat-drenched after a few hours. He spoons you as the spasms continuously ricochet through you—his spent leaking down your thighs. Even after several rounds, the hormones are still brewing up a bad storm within your gut, thundering in your heart as its lightning zips along your limbs. Your head is a rainy cloud—heavy and full yet soft like cotton.

“I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to—it was an accident—” you mumble between labored breaths, not entirely sure what error you’d made this time, shivering against his warm chest as he cups your breast in one big hand and your swollen cunt in the other.

“I know, I know it was, baby,” he coos. “But you need to be more mindful—can’t be making so many mistakes all the time.” His lips brush your skin as he purrs, placing small pecks against your cheek and neck. “How can I trust you with my pups if you’re gonna be such a scatterbrain, hm?”

The mention of pups makes something roar more ferociously in your underbelly, and you whimper meekly in return. “I’m sorry—I’ll do better.”

“Good. I’m sure you’ll get there, sweetie.”

The storm within crackles, rumbling with a deepening hunger. Even though you feel battle-worn and ever ready for the sweet escape of sleep, there’s something even needier and heedless that makes your body feel all but set ablaze.

You’ve cum so many times already, but it’s still not enough—it’s never enough. It takes everything in you to make sense of his words—to act civil even when all you want is to jump his bones—make him fuck you until your fever breaks, then allow you rest.

But act in any way out of turn, and he’ll only drag this out. Be sweet, you remind yourself—sugar, syrup, honeycomb—sweet and soft like velvet—no teeth or claws or growling. No matter what, don’t let the animal out of the cage.

“No matter how many lessons it’ll take…” he murmurs. “I’m here to help.”

“Thank you—” you wince while rubbing your thighs together—grinding against his hand in desperation. “Can you… can we—”

He chuckles fondly, feeling you rub your ass back against his crotch wantingly. “Oh? Another round so soon?” 

You bite your lip at his teasing. Far beyond proud to not be begging, “Yes, please—pretty, pretty please—”

The sweet warble in your voice is so pitiful and cute—he can’t help the smile it brings him. “Alright, honey,” he hums while shifting, getting up with a hearty sigh, then leaning over you to give your pleading little pout a kiss. He feeds you his next words with a grin on his face, “Let’s see about that needy pussy of yours.”

He spreads and shimmies himself between your aching thighs, nice and snug against the weeping little thing between them—looking down at you with heavy-lidded eyes and a smug smile that makes you feel like the most hopeless little Omega in the world.

He places another kiss upon your forehead—dwarfing your hand in his big one, braiding your fingers together while the other carries his meaty cock, holding it steady up to your fluttering and glossy slit. 

The size never fails to make you squirm as you look down at it—wondering why you crave it so badly when it only serves to make your body twist and scream from the stretch it gives you.

 “Don’t worry, sweetie,” he soothes the tiny cry that cracks from your throat once he starts easing the length inside the snug comforts of your walls. “Your Alpha’s here to make it all better.”

♡ BNHA – old man Bakugou, Deku, Kirishima, Enji ♡ JJK – Nanami, Geto, Higuruma ♡ HQ – Daichi, Ushijima ♡ AOT – Erwin

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so there’s no hot evil villain in love with me?

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blood, gore and men moaning

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“Girls like nonchalant boys” yea no I want a man so obsessed with me he’s willing to wait on his knees for me until I get home

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TW: implied nsfw, implied noncon/dubcon, poly yanderes, sprained ankle, captive reader, apocolypse au, talk of fertility, murder of unnamed characters, mentions of potentially killing reader

fem reader

Just thinking about the apocalypse, the two army men who’ve long survived it in their shelter with barely any trouble, and then you, a poor girl trying hard to outrun your last captives only to run into them.  

You didn’t realize back then that it was like trading piranhas for sharks, too caught up in begging for their aid to think better of it. You should have just kept running, but your ankle was sprained badly, maybe even broken, and you were wearing so little you would most likely have died from the cold during the night if they hadn’t taken you in.

It seems unfair of them to have kept the giant bunker all to themselves, only the two of them, but you don’t judge. You would likely have kept it all to yourself as well. 

This new world has bred new humans, and they’re all monsters. It’s honestly quite surprising they’d even let you in, given this is what they’re protecting, this sanctuary from the past, a comfort most people would kill their closest friend in exchange for.

Trust is all but dead, and so is honor or any other morality—you would know, you’ve lived out there for it all, only having survived by spreading your legs at the right moments. It’s a shameful tactic, and many times, you’ve wondered if it wouldn’t have been better to spare yourself and just die. What was the purpose?

This—you think. This must be it. They have showers and working hot water.

You don’t know how it’s possible—the original owners of the shelter must have been some type of millionaire. You haven’t had a warm shower since the world went to shit—years ago. It’s been a choice of waiting for rain or finding a lake, hoping it wasn’t rancid. Meanwhile, they have soap—scented soap, the lush kind you’d forgotten existed. It feels so nice you have to cry—rejoice—sobbing while lathering yourself, watching all the filth go down the drain, leaving you smooth-skinned once again for the first time in forever. You can’t remember having ever been so clean before, feeling reborn.

They have fresh clothes for you too—new socks and underwear, all clean fabrics, so much more than what you wore—pants, a shirt, and a sweater to keep warm. You didn’t know there still existed people who lived like the old days—you’d thought it was long gone, a bittersweet dream you sometimes have the pleasure of at night instead of the usual nightmares. Never had you thought you’d experience anything even remotely similar, but here you are—looking yourself in the mirror after so long, surprised to see a human looking back at you.

And they feed you. Not scraps, not leftovers, not rot, or days-old flesh from the last successful hunt—but freshly baked bread, vegetables, fruit—for fuck’s sake, they even have juice. You cry again while eating, and then you find yourself begging them again, “Please, let me stay—please, I’ll do anything. I can cook, clean, work—anything at all, I can do it, just please let me stay…”

You’re on your knees, forehead pressed to the heated metal floors—toasty and comforting, you think you could sleep better than ever right there.

“We’ll think about it,” one of them mutters as he gathers the plates. His voice was so harsh he might as well have said, not a chance. It’s clear by his sneer that he’d rather send you right out again, leave you to the monsters.

“We’ll at least let you stay until your ankle heals, so don’t worry.” The other is more sympathetic, helping you up. “For now, let’s get you to bed. You must be exhausted.”

It hadn’t crossed your mind that they’d have beds—actual real soft downy mattresses and duvets and pillows. The two of you help make it together. It feels so foreign that you wonder if you might have died earlier. Some years back, you wouldn’t have thought heaven would resemble a prison cell, but now it only made sense—safe metal walls and a bed. What more could one possibly want in the world?

“I’ll wrap your leg for you if you sit.” He holds out a bandage roll, gesturing to your ankle.

Blinking, you can’t even register what he’d just offered until he’s getting down on his knees before you.

You panic, then. Bandages are hard to come by—it hardly seems worth it. “There’s no blood, you shouldn’t waste it—”

“It’ll heal better and faster this way,” he adds reassuringly. His voice is so soft and compelling that you find yourself sitting down without further quarrel, even when it makes you feel spoiled.

He’s gentle with you—holding you steady while wrapping it just tightly enough to be supportive. There hasn’t been a man who’s touched you like it.

“Does that feel okay?”

You can barely tell he’s talking to you. It’s all so lost on you that you can only wordlessly nod your head.

He fastens it just as carefully before standing. “Is there anything else you might need?”

You shake your head just as wordlessly. You can’t believe how nice he’s being. It makes no sense at all. Not in this world. Not anymore.

“I’m sorry, but I’m gonna have to lock the door,” he apologizes with a sheepish look once standing on the threshold.

You’d been stuck thinking about how warm the room was, trying to remember a single time you hadn’t been freezing during the night. “That’s okay, I understand,” you say. After all, what’s a locked door in comparison?

“Good,” he smiles—it’s likely the kindest smile you’ve ever seen. “Alright then, good night.”

Once again, you’re left stunned. The last time you’d heard those words spoken must have been from a loved one long since dead. It makes your lip wobble again as you say it back, “Good night.”

It's strange—they could have left you for dead but didn’t. They don’t seem gullible—they can’t be if they’ve managed to protect this place for so long—but you suppose there still exist men who have a soft spot in their hearts for helpless damsels in distress.

As you sink into the comfort, draping your duvet atop your battered body, you don’t even care about the camera in the ceiling—blinking red while watching you.

“Did you have to bandage her up?” he grumbles as the other walks into the bedroom after having said his goodnights to you. 

He’s already in bed, observing through the cameras on a tablet—you were currently curling into the duvet, wrapping it around you close for comfort. You’d likely not slept on anything so soft in a while—it wouldn’t surprise him if you preferred the floor. But no, you drift asleep quite quickly.

“You know how badly things can heal without proper support,” the other answers, regarding it as no big deal. “And besides, it’s not like we often need it—we have plenty to spare.”

He removes his clothes and crawls onto the bed as well, lifting the covers to slot himself right next to the other man, who still has a scowl on his face.

“Oh, come on…” he drawls. “She’s exactly what we’ve been talking about, isn’t she?”

The grump doesn’t answer, still with keen eyes watching you, even as you’ve fallen asleep—as if waiting for you to do something befitting a wild animal in a cage. The other’s eyes fall to the screen as well, but he only awes in delight.

“Look at her, already fast asleep,” he purrs while zooming in on your face. “I mean, did you see how she was begging earlier, what she said? I’d do anything,” he continues, almost whining. “So cute, I could have fucked her right then and there.”

The other man sets the tablet aside with a disagreeing sigh. “We’ll wait at least a week for her system to detoxify from the wasteland,” he says strictly. “I’m not touching her before then, and neither are you unless you want to sleep alone.”

The other groans then, flopping down on his back. “Yeah, yeah, you and your safety protocols,” he dismisses before a smirk creeps up his face, glee twinkling in his eyes as he looks up at his grouchy counterpart. “But then we keep her, right?”

“Tch—we don’t even know if she’s fertile. The wasteland could have made her barren as long as she’s been out there,” the other shuffles down into the sheets as well, turning to look at his partner and the awfully keen look on his face.

“So we test her. Give her a medical check,” he says, again as if it’s not a problem, even when it very well could turn out to be.

They’ve already broken quarantine rules by letting you in here—and who knows what your real objectives truly are.

“I don’t trust her,” he states.

The other pouts. “I don’t see what one little lady can do—she’s hardly a threat. And we already purged the group that was following her. I doubt any of them made it out alive.”

True, he had gone out and sent several gas grenades into the settlement. Surely, none of them managed to escape, but then again—

“Pest control only works when you kill them all, and we’ve just let one inside our own house,” he grumbles.

The other one sighs. “Okay, so if it turns out she isn’t as cute as she looks, we’ll deal with her like the rest. But if I’m right, and she really is just a harmless little thing, we keep her, and I get to have the first go.”

Suppose there isn’t anything better to do aside from killing you right away, which would only have been a waste of food, water, clothes, and bandages. 

“Fine.”

The other grins at the agreeance, humming, “I guess until then, we’ll just have to make do with each other—I've been hard since we watched her shower.” He leans forward for contact but is shut down as his bedmate rolls around with his back turned to him.

“Tch—take care of it yourself.” Tonight has been too stressful to tug each other’s dicks. 

He can hear him whine behind him, but he settles down soon enough.

Suppose it would be nice fucking a woman again. It’s been so many years he figured he wouldn’t need it anymore. They’ve made do with each other so far. But even he can’t deny, once you’d washed all the blood and muck off, once he saw the dewy hue of your soft skin and the silk of your hair, not to mention that awfully sweet look on your face—he felt the tug in his pants too.

He'll do a medical check on you tomorrow. He hopes you’re fertile. But even if you’re not, he might give in to the other’s wishes and keep you anyway. After all, they might have many luxuries, but the comfort of pussy is one they haven’t had in a long, long, long time.

♡ BNHA – KiriBaku, BakuDeku, ShinKami, DabiHawks, EndHawks, ErasurMic ♡ JJK – SatoSugu, ItaFushi, SukuIta, ♡ HQ – Miya twins, KageHina, BokuAka, ♡ CSM – AkiDen, YoshiDen ♡ BLLK – NagiReo

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bestie bestie bestie pup boy bakugou in rut adn fucking his bunny girl gf n' he breeds her and- yeah

— “bitch bunny.” + katsuki bakugou.

bestie,,, bestie dont get me started on this!!! i made this gender neutral 🥺 so i hope you don’t mind uwu!!

pairing: german shepard!bakugou x bunny + gender neutral!reader

cw: smut, MDNI 18+, hybrid!pairing, slight!dub-con, oral sex, some degradation and dirty talk. reader is gender neutral and has no pronouns but i think i used slit once aaa!!

can you imagine being a hybrid!bunny adopted by deku, shy and timid— a shaky darling thing with a twitching nose and floppy bunny ears that fall over your face when you get nervous or flustered. izuku is nice, he takes care of you and brings you home from that god awful shelter. his place is warm and safe and oh, he’s got a little puppy friend for you to play with.

katsuki.

he’s mean, an awful german shepard!hybrid who snarls at you when izuku isn’t looking— steals your food, nips at your ankles and tears up your clothes. you hate him, you hate that you let him make you cry but don’t dare to snitch because you fear what he might do to you. katsuki had lived with deku longer, been loved longer and you were just a stupid bunny who was lucky to even be here. or so the blonde had told you over and over, backing you into a corner when your owner wasn’t looking.

he doesn’t mean it. is what izuku tells you when he gets you both ready for bed at night, hybrids need special care and izuku likes to bathe you together— bakugou stares at your body hungrily like you’re a piece of meat. kacchan can play nice, he’s just a little rough sometimes. another excuse.

a little rough doesn’t even begin to cover it.

not when katsuki has you pinned to the bed by a strong arms, cruel smirk spread widely across his cherry lined lips while your precious, meaty thighs shake either side of his head. “look at’cha bunny, shakin’ like a fuckin’ leaf ‘n i ain’t even touched’ya yet,” bakugou growls with a yank of your fluffy rabbit tail. your sex spasms, arousal staining the surrounding areas and dripping heavily onto the cotton sheets of deku’s bed. “poor lil bunbun trapped in heat, ‘n i’m the only one left’ta deal with ya....”

lust is heavy in his tone, blood red eyes dilating while he watches your hips jump up in desperation for some kind of friction and touch. “kat...katsuki, please...it hurts,” and it does, more than any of the mean words he’d thrown at you before. there’s heat burning in your lower tummy, spreading through the blood in your veins as your hole clenches around nothing and leaks pathetically under bakugou’s watchful gaze.

the blonde makes a feral noise in the back of his throat, pointed puppy ears twitching at your needy sounds— the broken moans that bubble from chapped lips. “yeah bunny?” he says breathless, voice lowering deep and husky. “it hurts not ta ‘ave a cock in ya huh? reaching deep in that tight, dirty fuckin’, scratchin’ that itch that you’re fingers can’t reach...” katsuki mutters filthy words into the plains of your skin, tongue dragging along your thighs as he approaches your sex— marking and biting a pathway towards it. his sharp canines sink harshly into the flesh that he moulds between large hands.

your chest rises and falls with your rapid, beating bunny heart— fear consuming you as your innermost instincts have been switched on. katsuki is a dog and you’re merely his prey for the evening, a darling little toy for him to take advantage of in your time of need. “katsu—“ you beg him, twisting and writing against the bed once more.

“what?” he snaps, fangs and gums bared in an impatient growl. he’d waited too long to have you spread out beneath him like this, smelt the slick from your heat dripping down your thighs— tasted the want in the air as you tried to fuck that itch away from yourself with stupid toys and your useless hands. “can’t eat yer stupid lil hole out if y’keep makin’ me waste my breath talkin’ to ya, bunny. don’cha want me to make it go away? take away the pain with my fat cock?”

“katsuki please, make it go away, make it stop hurting,”

katsuki’s head dips lower and lower until his nose is pressed right up against your slit, breathing in your sweet scent until his eyes roll back in his skull and his brain becomes cloudy with ideas of how you might fuckin’ taste, how tight you must really fuckin’ be. god, he’d thought about taking your puckered hole for far too long, taking you on his dick until your bunny ears droop and you’re reduced to a puddle of tears. but now that he’s got you, nothing but sex on your mind while you ooze sweet honey from his proximity to your core, all bakugou can think about is lapping you up like the fuckin’ dog he is and slobbering all over the sweetness between your meaty thighs.

“like it when you beg like a little bunny bitch in heat fer my fuckin’ dick babe, but s’too fuckin’ bad. wanna eat ya instead.” bakugou snarls, tail thumping on the bed as he finally latches onto your sex with teeth and tongue and the taste of you on his fucking brain. when he glances up at you between your shaky legs and give another tug to the fluff of your tail, your cute nose twitches and your watery eyes cross— the pain in your belly ignites into a bright flame of pleasure as you finally get what you need for your heat to subside.

katsuki’s tongue runs laps across every inch of your sex, sucking on you, drinking up the evidence of your arousal before it has time to further dirty your thighs— your fingers push through his mass of blonde locks and tug at his puppy dog ears until he whimpers into your hole that he plunges his pink muscle in and out of. “look at’cha bunny, makin’ a mess in that damn deku’s bed. what’s he gonna say when he finds you cummin’ on this tongue of mine, his sweet little bun ain’t so innocent are they?” he teases, fingers coming up to prod and pull and pinch at your slick and intimate parts he also greedily feasts on.

“he—he wouldn’t, katsuki please don’t— oh fuck— i don’t want izu to see me like this,” you blubber with crossed eyes and skittering breath. the dog between your legs slots bites gently at your core, teeth grazing your intimate parts causing you to jump up and tug his hair closer to your needy, trembling body.

“bullshit, needy bitch.”

lewd sounds of your own sloppiness make your ears droop and cover your humiliated face, shame burning at the tips of your ears even worse than the hotness flashing through your body. you’re embarrassed, by your own dirtiness, by your desperation to be fucked by your owners awful companion. would izuku be disappointed in you? see you different from your usually shy and innocent self? you feel so much shame and yet you can’t feel yourself to pull away from the german shepard hybrid between your legs, sucking on you like you’re his last meal.

but you can’t bring yourself to feel shame, the thought of your precious owner walking in on you stretched over katsuki’s tongue and thick fingers— marked up and tainted, makes you gush and squirm. what would you do if his bright green eyes saw the sin his two darling hybrids were committing on his own bed? you’re naughty, bakugou’s made you naughty and that’s exactly what he wanted. to ruin you during your heat.

“you wanna cum, slutty bunny?” his tail thumps harder against the mattress, his hips grinding circles into the bed like his stuck in a rut, his own cock hard and heavy in his shorts while he makes you see stars and feel as if you’re on cloud nine. you nod and a dark chuckle reverberates through your body. “‘s too bad...” katsuki pulls away from you before you can tumble over the edge, sheen of your arousal painted across his chin— shining under dim light.

“k-katsuki?”

like a dirty dog, he wipes his mouth on his arm and smiles, mischief glinting in his eye. your heart rate spikes, nose and precious bunny earth twitching with nervousness and excitement.

“too bad, y’cum while ‘m breeding you on this cock, sort this heat out right.”

[t0azt3dpuddin]

## new match ! -> i want you to cry, cry for me.

— re: katsuki bakugou.

— a/n: hello hello a few days ago i mentioned somethin’ about bakugou crying during sex and this was born!! i hope you like it because i do lol. yes, the title is a twice lyric.

— cw: smut, mdni 18+, dacryphillia, intimate sex, fem!reader.

— wc: 1.5K

no shade but bakugou cries when he’s sinking into your pussy after a really long fucking day.

prolly got you sitting on his cock on the couch in your shitty apartment, barely making enough money as a pro to cover the rent since he’s just started out. endeavour probably had him running laps around the agency, working him until hands were raw from quirk usage and all he could think about is your pretty cunt ‘n how snug n warm she is when wrapped around him.

oh :(( poor baby boy katsuki pushing his hips up even though he’s letting you take control, sliding down on his twitching dick at your own pace because you promised to take care of him tonight. he’s too busy chasing your heat to listen to you asking him to wait, too pussy drunk already to think about letting you adjust as he wraps his arms around your middle and squeezes your flesh— anything to make you go faster so he can feel the wet ‘n gummy warmth of your walls.

Keep reading

[t0azt3dpuddin]

— “BABY FEVER” + KATSUKI BAKUGOU.

author’s note(s): yeahhh self indulgent piece bc i think about bakugou and breeding a lot and i don’t think i’ve ever written a piece without him having a breeding kink bc that’s just what he’s built for, anyways enjoy lol

cw: smut, MDNI 18+, breeding!kink, pregnancy!kink, rough sex, dirty talk, mentions of pregnancy and ovulation, pro hero!bakugou + fem!reader.

“did you hear? izuku and his partner are trying for a baby.”

you speak so quietly that bakugou almost doesn’t pick up the dreamy tone surrounding the word baby. his head perks up from your lap to look at you, but your gaze is still fixed on the movie and your hand hasn’t stilled in his blonde hair so it’s not like you were trying to suggest anything. so then, why did you say it like that? so longingly. baby.

you’d never talked about having kids before, katsuki hated the damn things and was never the best at handling them so always assumed that you didn’t want them either. but the idea of his childhood rival having a little snot rat before him, sparked something within the number two hero. deku had already beaten him out for the number one spot, so bakugou would be damned if that fuckin’ nerd put a brat in his partner before the blonde too.

“ka—katsuki! we should—fuck, right there...we should talk...talk about this,” you try to reason with him, muffled by a whine catching in your throat. within a second of him being home from a patrol with izuku midoriya himself, bakugou has you bent over the kitchen counter— ploughing into your wet, puckered hole.

his hero costume is barely down off, pants hanging low on his hips— enough for his cock to spring free and those very same hips to slap against the curve of your sweet ass. gloved hands mould the flesh, pulling your cheeks apart for bakugou to spit between them and watch his girth pump in and out of your sex. “since when did’cha ever wanna talk, usually yer beggin’ me to fuck ya on my fat cock till i have y’speechless.”

and he’s right, he knows that you know that he’s right. that’s why you open up for him like a blossoming flower when his fingers tap your lips and wrestle with your drooling tongue. “that’s right, shut the fuck up ‘n let me put a shitty brat in you, that’s right honey, good girl.” bakugou grunts out roughly, sinking his teeth into your shoulder to pacify his increasingly desperate moans.

no thoughts, just breed. visions of you month from now, swollen and full of his children flash behind ruby red eyes and katsuki bites down harder on your shoulder— enough to draw blood in the same shade. a primal urge fizzes in his brain, to give you as much of his seed and as many kids as possible, watch you get rounder and rounder, plump with each of his brats. the changes to your body make him hungry, cock twitching as it brushes your cervix and breaches your sweet walls over and over again— your tits would surely get bigger, heavy with milk that he’d want to taste— selfishly sucking it from you even though it’s meant to feed your stupid kids.

he thinks of your plush thighs, how he’d have so much of them to hold— how you’d get so big with his babies that everyone would know you were his and he was the one to fuck you enough to get you pregnant. using a freehand, katsuki pushes your head down against the counter for leverage to plunge his dick into your weeping slit, harder and faster wanting paint your insides a raunchy shade of white with his cum.

katsuki falls into his high when the pot you were cooking dinner in starts to bubble over— practically pouring his potent seed deep into your womb and emptying himself inside of you. he’s so spent he can’t even tell if you’ve cum yet, stuttering hips driving up into your sex lazily while the fingers in your mouth move down to get you off. he mouths filthy words getting you pregnant right into your ear, whimpering against your shoulder blades in overstimulation while your walls flutter around him and greedily clamp down as you squirt on his cock.

waves of thick white seep into your walls, katsuki keeping you plugged full to make sure it stays. “s’gotta stick, gotta make sure i get that shitty brat in ya b’fore that damn nerd,” his words are slurred under saliva while the blonde noses at your marked up shoulder. you stay like that for a while and you don’t have heart to tell him that you might not be getting pregnant from your first try— so you don’t, thanking the stars for his competitive nature against izuku midoriya.

mentioning his name always got you fucked, so so good.

[t0azt3dpuddin]

warning: pegging, ass play, sub!suna, dom female reader, spanking (male receiving), fingering (male receiving, degradation (calling suna a whore), bratty suna, prostate ejaculation, overstim (male receiving) MINORS DNI

pairing: suna x f!reader

a/n: it’s 6a for me it’ll be highly unedited oop, this is also part 2 of my sub series with the hq men here’s part one with akaashi thank you @darkatsumu for indulging this idea with me for suna

His mouth goes dry when he blindly feels the lube. Suna’s cheeks burn from humiliation now that he’s face down and ass up in front of you, wondering why he even agreed to do this. Oh, because you said you’d let him fuck you this way too. His hands grip the sheets when your thumb circles his opening. You’ve been teasing him, slowly riling him up and taking your sweet time. Suna waits for the feeling of you to stretch him out, hoping you don’t notice him starting to pant a little too desperately beneath you.

He lets out a sharp gasp when your hand smacks against his ass, not expecting the way his cock starts to drool with precum. Another smack, and Suna drops onto his forearms as he buries his whine into the pillows.

“Didn’t think you’d make these kinda noises, Rin.” Your voice is teasing, cruel. This is stupid, this is so stupid-

Another quick spank to his ass, this time your hand massages his cheek. Suna whimpers beneath you now, his cock aching to be touch again by your soft hands. He wants to tell you to just get on with it, but he’s genuinely afraid of how his voice might sound if he spoke. You spank him again before he can think of what to say, his words dying on his tongue and replaced by choked moans when your finger pushes through his opening. Your curl into him, gently stretching him out. Suna struggles to keep his moans inside, settling for biting the pillows to keep his mouth shut. But the way your finger barely grazes his prostate, thrusting in and out is already making him lose his mind.

A cute moan escapes him when he feels the accidentally tap of your strap on. Overwhelmed with the idea of your stupid purple cock fucking him, he starts to sweat when a second finger stretches out his hole. You coo praises, condescendingly, behind him. The weight of the dildo burns against his back when you lean into him, your lips grazing his ear as your words tease him.

“I’ve never heard you like this, Suna. Didn’t know you were such a whore, if I would’ve know you’d be like this.... well, I would’ve agreed to our deal a million years ago.”

Revenge is what he wants. For making him into such a quivering mess so easily, for making him nearly squeal when you add a third finger. There’s a slow burn aching as he’s stretched out, and he’ll never admit to you how much he’s starting to love it. What Suna really wants is for you to touch him, grip his cock and let him fuck your fist. Not that he’ll tell you this. Shivers go down his spine when he feels your hand gently cup his balls, massaging and toying with them. He bites down on his lip, his fingers knuckles white as he grips the sheets harder.

“Aw don’t be like that,” you connively smile. “Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you in the ass, and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

“What do you mean maybe- ah!” You spank him again before he can finish whatever smart ass remark he was going to say. He whimpers as your fingers stroke his walls, still barely hitting his spot. Suna fights the urge to rut back into your hand, but at the pace you’re going he’ll be on the edge of cumming forever.

There’s a beat of silence.

He can almost see your smirk curling deeper when he lets out a small whine, his voice unsteady as he speaks. “Ple-please fuck me in the ass, y/n. I want- I need to cum!”

Suna whines embarrassingly loud when you remove your fingers from him, feeling terribly empty until he hears the cap of the lube bottle open again. You tut you tongue when he tries to turn and look back at you, pushing your hips into his to force him back down. Suna’s mouth waters feeling your cock brush against him again. His eyes shut tightly when you squeeze more lube onto his opening, your cock head toying and teasing him.

“Y/n if you don’t stop fucking around and- oh fuck, fuck fuck!” You slowly thrust into him, and now Suna feels grateful for the ability to hide his face into the pillows. Loudly he moans as you fill him, stretching him out so deliciously he can’t even think of anything but you. You pull back out and thrust slowly back in, your fingers gripping his hips so tight he knows there’s going to be bruises. Any other time he would’ve teased you for stealing his moves, but words are lost again when he finally feels you touching his prostate.

“Right there?” You ask, barely seeing him nod. His back arches into you, trying to fuck himself onto your cock now. You grin elatedly, ignoring the sweat going down your temple as you fuck your boyfriend’s tight ass.

“More,” he croaks out. “Please, more!”

You snap your hips against his, softly mewling at how loud Rin is getting with each slow thrust. You pick up the pace, feeling your pussy clench at the sight of your 6’3” boyfriend quivering beneath you. Your hand smacks his cheek again, growing redder with each spank. He’s never felt this way before, this full. Is this how you feel when he’s fucking you with his cock? When he’s got you gripped so tightly you can’t even wiggle away, forced to take his cock as he fucks you through orgasm after orgasm?

“Aw fuck,” he groans when he feels his balls getting tight. “‘M gonna cum, let me cum!” You circle your hips, grinding your cock head against his prostate so deliberately that Suna feels his vision going hazy.

You don’t let up your pace, one hand leaves his hips to reach around and grip his cock. Choked moans slip out from his lips when you pump him, cheeks burning at how easily he’s dripping for you. Begs and whimpers escape his lips as you fuck him, your hand squeezing at his base of his cock just the way he likes it.

Suna gasps out, feeling his orgasm so hot in his tongue, his whole body starting to shudder as he gets closer and closer to cumming. Before he can warn you, spurts of cum makes a mess all over you hand and the sheets below. Your relentless thrusts don’t stop, the sting of overstimulation mixes with pleasure as your hand gently pumps his half-hard cock. If you can see his face now, burning red and tongue lolling out from his slick lips, you might cum from the sight alone too.

Yet you fuck him through his orgasm, not satisfied just yet. Suna’s groans are louder, no longer caring who hears him. He’ll deal with the the noise complain later, right now he’s in pure bliss as his cute girlfriend fucks his ass. His cock heavy and hard again in your fist, you feel the squeeze of his walls on your cock as he approaches another orgasm. You try to keep your balance when you spank him harder with your free hand, grinding your hips into his so that he can’t escape the way your cock massages his prostate so good he’s seeing stars now. Suna pants, his skin growing hot and cold as a new sensation starts to take place.

His balls tighten again, yet this time something’s different. You slow your thrusts down significantly, groaning as you try to pull your cock out from his tight ass only to shove it back through again. Hips flushed against the other, you continue this torturous pace. Suna’s lips stay parted, not caring how much he’s drooling onto the mattress. Only wishing you don’t stop. Waves of pleasure shiver up his spine, his body electrified and buzzing to the tips of his fingers as he feels himself cumming. He’s never came like this before, his cock still hard as his moans stutter out. Suna’s cock dribbles out spurts of cum, his body feeling like jelly with each shock wave of pleasure rolling throughout.

He whimpers when you gently pull out, the ache between your legs ignored when you focus on flipping your boyfriend onto his back and kissing him sweetly. Praise on your tongue is stopped when you see how hard he is still, your boyfriend’s panting chest glistening with sweat as he tries to calm down.

“You’re- you’re still hard-”

“I know,” his voice raspy as he laughs. “You gave me a prostate orgasm, sweetheart. Fuck!” He rubs his face, still on cloud 9 when he looks back up at you with a grin. “That was fun.”

“Yeah?” You laugh, carefully straddling him to kiss his sweaty temple. “Glad you had fun.” His hands aid you in removing your strap on and belt, throwing it haphazardly to the side. You gasp when he flips you onto your back and pushes your thighs up to your chest, his stamina somehow coming back with a second wind as he rubs his cock between your folds. Any hopes of him forgetting your end of the deal is lost when his grip on you tightens.

“Mhm, time for more fun.”

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[t0azt3dpuddin]

dilf denki. dilf denki. DILF DENKI. BZZZZ BZZZZ EXCUSE ME DILF DENKI THANK U GOODBYE.

alas, i present, dilf denki,,,

WARNINGS : heavy DUBCON, sadist!denki, quirk play (way too much), electrification, mindbreak, womb,, frying(?) lmao, overstimulation.

Denki in his forties is.. interesting. Ever the charmer, the flirt, the playboy of his sweet twenties, he retains these qualities to this day—to no one’s surprise, really.

Except for you.

You’re not beguiled by the perfect hero he’s become or swept away in his glamor like every other fan, because you aren’t one. You’re his sharp, new recruit, incessantly curious to the subtle details of his private life gone unnoticed by most.

It’s the way he shines so bright—too bright—almost as if to shield something else from view. Something dark, that you catch as he turns away from the crowds and cameras, eyes whispering wordless clues to you, until one day you press, an innocent question; not too prodding, not too intrusive, about this hidden side.

To which he answers, “You’d understand better if I showed you.” So, you let him.

You let him guide you his flat, far away, tucked into the barren outskirts of town where the sun can hardly reach. Let him subdue you with his suave words, offers of the whole world from the palm of his hands, in exchange for your compliance—to what, you aren’t sure, but you’re falling soon enough.

Somehow, you end up pressed face-first into his mattress, tied up, shaking so aggressively you can’t see straight as he pushes you past your limit—as he promises, with his cock alone.

But when he flips you onto your back, the rush of air from your lungs gifts you with a moment of clarity within your haze, your body stills, lungs heave, gasping as his palms squeeze around your ribcage and go live, electricity hurdling dangerously through your flesh as you writhe.

“You still with me, cutie?” Is what it seems like he’s saying, but everything sounds like static, pinpricks of lightning returning to your skin where he no longer holds.

Denki’s kind enough to offer you some support, pinching your cheeks together as he moves your weak gaze onto him. Thus he resumes the rhythmic pistoning of his hips, the ridiculous swelling of your cunt plus the addition of the painful, almost numb, throbbing of your clit. You—

“See what I mean?” He’s laughing, but there’s nothing funny to you, you’re still catching up, nodding your head no because he never mentioned this. So, he shows you again. This time as a pinch to your clit while your eyes widen in surprise, blinding flashes of amber and gold rewiring your sensitive nerve endings to the tips of his fingers like a puppet.

You yelp, muffled in your own ears like cotton as your hips thrash and jolt, muscles all across your body twitching on their own volition in response to his quirk.

“C-Chargebo—“ His fingers swipe the messy fluids from your cunt all the way up your torso, leaving a trail for him to shock again, and again, and again until your screams blend into dumb, muted sobs.

He coos at the sight, “You’re doing really well, you know? Take it so well.” It hurts, you can’t feel a thing save for the incessant throb from where you’re joined to him. You don’t know why, why your body’s reacting like this to such pain, clamping around him with a mind of its own.

“So much better than the others,”

His praises keep coming, punctuated with the head of his cock stuffing your bruised cervix, slowing down just enough to send waves of electricity into your womb. This feeling tops the rest, almost cruelly, but your body disagrees, working against every alarm in your head as you milk his cock harder than you’re actually capable of.

“So good, so good.” You grow wetter by the minute, only aiding the charged stimuli, and soon enough, he’s covered head to toe in brilliant currents, your consciousness withering away into a void as simultaneously he fries your brain and pounds your cunt.

Denki finishes, and you might’ve too, you aren’t positive. You couldn’t possibly be sure with the state you’re in, simply relieved that you survived. However, now..

You understand.

DO NOT RECOMMEND ANY OF MY WORKS ON TIKTOK.

[t0azt3dpuddin]

Yandere Aizawa chasing his female s/o since she escaped, but then ends up getting her anyways and punishing her? Im a sucker for a s/o that tries to escape 💖💖💖🥰🥰🥰

Me too, Sugarcube, me too. 🤤 I didn’t add the reader getting caught cuz halfway through writing this I had the horrible idea? to make it, like a chose your yandere, like one is Shota finding his darling and fucking them into submission and the other is another Pro was yandere for the same darling and they keep hounding the cops, then darling escapes but only long enough for the other Pro to kidnap them. I might just make the Shota one but I like the idea and have zero self-control. If anyone has a suggestion for the other Pro feel free to send them in.

Summary: Shota’s darling escapes. 

Warnings: kidnapping (past), kidnapped reader, yandere themes

If there's one thing you'd learned about your captor, it's that he liked sleep. He liked sleep a lot. Despite this fact escaping was proving to be more difficult than you'd first thought.

What you found strange was that no matter how many times you tried to escape he never got violent or angry. Quite the opposite, he would calmly pull you into his arms and out of the room while covering you in kisses despite all the struggling. If you managed to break anything it was fixed or replaced. It was starting to freak you out, he should be mad, furious even that you keep trying to leave but the only emotion that could be seen on his face was sadness.

No matter how much it weirded you out there was an upside to his composure and you were determined to make the most of it. It had taken a few weeks but you had finally picked all the locks on the cellar door. Shota had been out of the house all day and would be back any minute. He couldn't know about the locks, if he found out all your hard work would be wasted. With that in mind, you stood and hid the makeshift lock pick behind a loose stone.

'Just a few more hours, then I'm free.'

The front door swung open as you made it to the couch. You watched Shota kick the door shut and make his way to the kitchen. The sound of groceries being put away filled the house before everything went silent. It stayed that way far too long and you knew instantly that Shota had had a bad day. ‘This could be a problem,’ instead of dwelling on that thought, you made your way into the kitchen. Shota was leaning against the sink with his back to you, fists balled up so tight his knuckles were a sickly white. Leaning against the doorframe you called out to him, when he didn’t respond you pushed away from the frame and walked up behind him. “Wh-” Suddenly he turned and pulled you against his chest, burying his face in your neck. 

Bringing your hands up to rub small circles into his back you ask, “What happened?” Shota just stood there as his mind processed the fact that his kitten was comforting him instead of trying to get out of his embrace. His grip tightens but he remains silent. “Was it another Villain attack?” His continued silence has you briefly wondering if one of his students got kidnaped again or worse. You hoped not. 

“There’s been a break in your case.”

It had been six hours since Shota had let slip that the outside world hadn’t forgotten about you. Six torturous hours of waiting and your wait was almost over. Slipping out of bed was a little more difficult than you had expected but eventually Shota’s hold around your waist loosened enough to get up. You made your way to the cellar, careful to stay quiet. Long hours alone had given you a good grasp of the boards that creaked and how to open any door without it singing.

Descending the steps of the cellar always made you uneasy but now the feeling was worse, you ignored it as you pulled a loose stone out of the wall. The backpack hidden there would get you a good week or two before it needed to be refilled. Not that you would need it that long. Bag in place and stone back in the wall you crept your way to the cellar door. You had no idea how loud this one would be but that wasn’t going to stop you.

Taking a deep breath to settle your nerves you decide to try and open the door quietly. ‘I can always run if it makes too much noise,’ you reason. Slowly you turn the knob and pull the door open with a few squeaks but nothing too loud. Stepping outside feels like a breath of fresh air, you want to stop and take it in. You don’t. Instead, you close the door and walk parallel to the driveway, hidden just inside the tree line. Once you make it to a road and find a town you’ll let it sink in, till then, it’s going to be a long night. You send up a prayer to any god that might be listening, begging that Shota stays asleep till morning. It wasn’t much but any head start is better than none.

[t0azt3dpuddin]

The villain series II

The hour of judgement

tw: imprisonment, isolation, obsessive behavior, psychological torture?, coercion, slight hint of future Stockholm syndrome

 The time was going by slowly. So slowly you could hear every click of the golden arrow on the dusty old clock up on the white wall. A second, a minute, a whole entirnity. Here everything was white, empty, unnerving. It was so cold you could see your naked flesh turning thin and blue, shivers running down your spine. Your teeth were clenching tight, but there was nothing to chew on. Despite constantly running your tongue trough your chapped lips, your mouth was still painfully dry. How long have you been in this tiny suffocating closet? Perhaps it had been too long because your dreams were filled with sun, warmth and the soft caress of Mother nature. Yet you always woke up in this stuffed little space, never left with enough room to breathe or sob or beg to be released.

 "Gambit, please.“ You called out from inside in a quiet broken tone, fighting the urge to scratch at the door for his attention. For one you actually wanted to save up your energy and for two, you knew what was the consequence for acting like a pest. You couldn’t stand another day of being treated like a stray. "Please, I am so thirsty I may die.” You pleaded softly, your face twisted in desperation. You knew that showing weakness would only give him more power to destroy and the satisfaction of doing so himself, just like a demon feeding off the weak, but you couldn’t find enough willpower to do better. To be stronger or wiser. Not when the nausea had overcome you yet again and the muscles of your gut clenched tight, mouth watering, forcing you to gag on your own stomach juices before throwing up every last drop of the acid liquid on the ground, making it even filthier than it used to be. The strong smell burned your nostrils and you wished you could cry, but your dehydrated body just wouldn’t produce tears anymore. You were so tired and you couldn’t even relieve your aching soul.

 "Don’t worry, my sweet angel.“ The villain finally replied, the malicious smirk reflecting in his teasing voice. "It’s mostly believed that people can survive only three days without water.” He chuckled shortly after. “But you have no idea how much time has passed, do you?” There was a long moment of silence, when all you could hear was the rhythmic beat of his rotten heart. You wondered whether it actually existed or you were just imagining it to calm your stretched nerves down.

 "What do I need to do for you to let me out?“ You asked suddenly, clinging to your last hope like a dying child to the end of the ship. "I will do anything, just please let me out!” You added, banging on the wooden door with both of your fists until your wrists turned red and sore. And even then you kept going, maybe eventually you would break the hard surface, trapping you away from the freedom you desired.

 "It’s really simple, darling.“ The criminal answered, laughing cruelly at your pain. The man hated seeing you so miserable and lonely but he could already taste the sweet victory on his lips. He had won. "Love me.” The villain whispered, new sense of tenderness filling his lungs as he pictured the bright future awaiting. He couldn’t wait to hold you down and take you, sleep next to you, turn you into the perfect little lover he had always dreamed of. “If you give me your heart, I will spare your body.” The madman mumbled yet you heard him so clearly you regretted ever opening your mouth. But you were so exhausted and hungry, so deprived of your basic human needs, your pride stripped away long time ago. It didn’t matter if you bent now because you had been kneeling since the first time the man saw you and decided to have you by force. And then there was Cedric… The person you loved, the one who adored you with all your little flaws and imperfections, who never gave up on you despite all the hardships. He wasn’t here now. He couldn’t feel your breaking bones or make you forget the pain with a kiss. You couldn’t hear his sweet voice ringing in your ear like a melody. You didn’t have a choice. Neither your desires nor your past life mattered anymore. This wasn’t a performance. It was survival.

 "Okay.“ You uttered lastly, hugging your knees with your bare hands. Your fingers felt cold on your skin but you kept reminding yourself that the end of your suffering was near. "I will love you just the way you want to be loved.”

 Your words provoked a chain reaction - the key was pushed in and the door opened soon afterwards. You were met with opened arms and a stern gaze fixated on your quivering frame. You pushed yourself into your feet, stumbling along the way because of the dizziness in your head. You found the right path towards the impatient waiting man, wrapping your sore arms around him. In return he held you close, squeezing your soft bruised body. The criminal was so warm and his embrace felt so Iight and airy on your naked skin. He placed a small kiss on your burning forehead - such a innocent loving gesture, making your blood boil in fear, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Your life depended on pleasing a villain.

 "G-gambit…“ You sobbed, resting your head on his shoulder. His big hand was stroking your back gently, reassuringly. It created the illusion of safety - like everything was fine now. Like the man wouldn’t torture you again just to hear you say those three sweet words for him.

 ”Oh darling…“ He almost growled in your ear with a husky voice, filled with pleasure and satisfaction. The villain resembled a tiger who had finally caught his pray, ready to devour it in one bite. Instead he was playing around, scratching and licking the poor lamb, feeling powerful and strong. "Please, just call me Nicholas.”

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Title: Warmth.

Pairing: Yandere!Diluc/Reader (Genshin Impact).

Word Count: 2.0k.

TW: Unhealthy Relationships, Delusional Mindsets, Manipulation, Non-Explicit Violence (Burning/Choking), Slight Infantilization, Implied Kidnapping.

His hands were always so warm.

It wasn’t unpleasant, and Diluc’s control never faltered long enough for it to hurt. Touching him was like holding a freshly brewed cup of tea, like falling asleep on the rug in front of a low burning hearth, and when he was the one to reach out, to cup your cheek or intertwine his fingers with yours or let himself linger for more than a moment, it was comforting, soothing, a natural serenity that came with being so close to such a gentle open flame. That’s what he was, really – gentle, despite all of his rough edges and harsh words. He was gentle. He didn’t try to be, but he was, and you liked that about him.

If nothing else, you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. That wasn’t a reassurance most people had, with Diluc.

That might’ve been why you didn’t startle when you felt the mattress dip, a calloused palm coming to rest on the small of your back before sliding towards your hip, only dropping to your thigh after it became impossible to suppress the laugh bubbling up in your chest. Even as you sat on the edge of his bed, your legs crossed underneath you and remnants of mangled clothes splayed out in your lap, the gesture surprised you, caught you off-guard in a way that wasn’t entirely unwelcome. He was gentle, but he wasn’t one for intimacy, not beyond what little he allowed himself to indulge in. It was easy to melt into it, though, to let his lips brush over the side of your neck as he buried his face in the crook of your shoulder, his arms soon wrapped around your waist in a half-hearted effort to bring you closer. To keep you closer, really, but you’d like to think he didn’t know how hard he made it to leave.

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Two-time

  I have a birthday today and this is my present to you, guys… it’s softer than usual, kinda messy, but I hope you enjoy it dot dot 

tw: mentions of sex, emotional manipulation?, non-consensual touching, possessive / obsessive behavior, reader has a dating trauma oops, angst, lots of crying :(

   It felt nice. His big warm hands on your skin, his skilled finders touching and digging deep on your most sensitive spots. His tongue on your neck and his palm resting between your soft thighs. Stroking your hear, whispering threats of a good time into your ear. You liked it. You liked the pleasure and the attention, the sweet words, the compliments - everything the handsome young man provided for you. Even the little routine you two had fallen into was nice, you didn’t mind the way he woke up earlier and served you breakfast in bed, cuddling close to your naked body, radiating heat under the white puffy sheets. And today wasn’t supposed to be any different.

 "Good morning, sleepyhead.“ Joe smiled upon seeing you yawn, stretching your sore muscles, your hair all messy and tangled, your eyes shining bright with energy. A beam of light ran trough your face, lighting it up, and you grinned cheerfully as you took the plate in your lap. The man sat next to you, staring while you ate in silence. His hand wrapped in your silky locks, massaging your scalp. You slowly leaned into the gentle touch, resting your head on your lover’s shoulder.

 "I’ve been thinking about asking you something for a while now.” He spoke out quietly, watching your chest rise and fall with every peaceful breath you took. You were so beautiful laying in his embrace, serene and angelic like a child. “Would you move in with me?” Jay added after a while. This was the moment he had been waiting for since the day he met you for the first time and it made his heart beat faster than ever, the butterflies already racing trough his clenched stomach in manic circles. “It would make me really happy to have you here with me.” He admitted softly, tightening his grip on your shoulders, pulling you even closer.

 His words honestly surprised you. Some deep subconscious part of you waited, dreaded this moment, while the other hoped it would never come. But it was obvious, now that you thought of it - every relationship had layers and levels and it was only natural for yours to reach a new higher one. And just how much this scared you, forcing shivers down your back, suddenly breaking in cold sweat. Some things never changed in the end. People did nothing but push for more of you, never satisfied with what you had already given them. But you wanted to believe that Jay was different - he was a cool guy, always sweet and goofy, slow to anger, an understanding person and a great listener. You couldn’t ruin another great thing because of an annoying misunderstanding yet again.

 "I am flattered.“ You started off carefully, your voice slightly colder than before as you drew away from the warm hug to look the man in the eyes. You needed to hold your ground without losing decency, no matter how tense the conversation was going to be. "You are one of my closest friends and you are an amazing lover.” You reached out to pull away a lock of dark hair covering his forehead and tucked it behind his ear. You felt like a monster for what you were about to say, but it needed to be done. Otherwise you’d be lying not only to him, but to yourself as well. “But I am not ready for a relationship right now.” You inhaled slowly, noticing how the light withdrew from Jay’s pretty blue eyes. “Please, don’t take it personally. I told you since the beginning that I am not one for commitment.” You smiled softly at him, wiping away the traitorous little tear running down his red cheek. “We have fun, don’t we?” You whispered under your breath, playing with the man’s fingers, drawing circles on his palm to calm him down. “Isn’t that enough?” Your lover finally raised his head to look you straight in the eyes, his all dark, icy, filled with sorrow and betrayal.

 "No.“ He replied sternly, roughly grabbing your arm. In the next moment the man pushed you onto your back, pinning your hands over your head. His face was twisted in pain and his teeth were pressed together, making his features appear harsh and sharp. Jay placed a small kiss on your collarbone before moving up, biting and licking the sensitive skin along the way until there was formed an ugly bloody mark. He didn’t stop at that - soon your whole neck was covered in hickeys, some bright red, some blue and some even turning purple. “I want you to be mine.” The man stated, his cheeks now wet with tears. His expression was desperate, his gaze hiding so much adoration and yearning. “I need you.” He kept going, burying his head in the curve of your neck while holding your body down. You couldn’t move and you had no idea what to say. In the end your friend was just like every other person in your life - greedy and obsessed with having you. You had so many dreams and hopes for the future, yet he wanted to lock you down because of his own selfish desires. 

 “If you don’t let me go this instant you will never see me again.” You stated in cold monotone voice, glaring at him with hatred. You couldn’t help it as you felt lost and hurt by the sudden switch in the man’s cheerful attitude. You tried to push him off, hoping that the whole act was one big distasteful joke, but to no avail. His strong body remained motionless, towering over you, and despite being very familiar with this position due to the countless nights of shared intimacy, this time it felt suffocating, frightening even. “Let me go!” You finally shouted, starting to get scared for your safety. At the moment you wanted nothing more than to go back home, lay down and forget this whole fiasco of a morning. 

 Jay quickly pressed his lips over yours, shutting you up before you could say anything else and hurt his feelings even more. His heart was already aching, bleeding, torn to million pieces scattered over the floor. The kiss was rough, hungry, devoid of any tenderness or consideration for your own feelings. It was wet and invasive, salty with the tears you were both shedding, nothing like the sweet seals of love you used to share in the past. 

 “I can’t live without you.” The man whispered, stroking your hair softly. He looked so miserable and broken down, yet he never loosened his grip on you. “One day you will understand exactly how I feel about you, beloved.”

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sadist [denki]

on the 11th day of Christmas my true love gave to me 11 electric shocks. 

triggers: dubcon, manipulation, electrostimulation?, dumb sadistic denki, overstimulation. 

“kami, st–stop?”  your words ended up as a stutter as you looked up at your kaminari who had his dick stuffed inside your cunt.   his blonde hair was tied back while pretty eyes were locked on you and your tear stained face. 

“but, you’re so cute like this.” denki admitted. “i - i didn’t think i would like this but.. but now i can’t stop.”  his hips moved forward, forcing his cock into you once more.  “your so tight when i shock you.” 

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