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xoxoholix · 1 year ago

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Please write something for Gyokko. Perhaps yandere . Thanks again!

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐨 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 ��𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐰: Yandere theme, Gyokko in general is a warning, Stomach bulge, overstimulation,dubcon, possessive sex, restraints, vaginal and anal sex, mentions of pregnancy.

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑮𝒚𝒐𝒌𝒌𝒐~ Who will absolutely destroy you any chance he gets. Since you were given to him as a gift of course he will spoil you generously, in return for having your cunt wrapped around his cock for the rest of his night.

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑮𝒚𝒐𝒌𝒌𝒐~ who will restrain you and fuck you like an animal until you submit to him. He won’t stop until you’re leaking with his cum and pregnant with his offspring. That way to ensure the other upper moons and other demonic entities know who you belong to. Even if that means turning you into a flesh light for a few hours, regardless he’s going to mark you.

“𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑡, 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑡~?” He cooed as he presses against the bulge in your stomach, loving the way he can feel his cock thrusting in and out of you. He couldn’t help but grin at the way your small body bounces from his the harsh snapping on his hips. Your belly was empty now but not for long, you needed to be swollen with his babies…he needed you to be. He could only imagine how cute you’d be holding onto him because you’re too week to walk because of your tummy. That thought only made him bend your knees and plow into you harder emptying his balls and the last bit of his seed into your over filled cunny. This all happened because one of the lower scum tried to eat you…You weren’t complaining though as long as he protected you.

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑮𝒚𝒐𝒌𝒌𝒐~ who is possessive over you and will bend you over any surface and rail you until you see stars if you even glance at one of the other upper moons. You’re his property how dare you look at lord Akaza out the corner of your eye as if he isn’t there? It doesn’t matter what the reason was, he will still force you into a vulnerable position and fuck you from behind relishing how you scream his name.

“Take it slut” he ordered while slamming his hips into your ass his tail tightly holding you in place as he fucked into your soft spots. Your pretty moans turned him on as you reached behind your back and pressed against his pelvis, the pleasure felt too much for you to handle. “My lord please…mm sorry…” you whimpered as he picked up the pace this time angle it towards your gspot to give you your sweet release. He leaned down and whispered his eyes still glued on Akaza’s un moving form noticing how painfully hard he was. “Go on my sweet~” He uttered as he pulled your upper body towards him, slicing your dress open allowing your tits to pop out of their confinement. “Tell him who you belong to” He commanded as his pace turned into horridly drilling into your sopping pussy. You wanted to tell him to stop but all you could do was babble incoherently as you scream his name over and over. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 did you finally squirt all over him and the floor by Akaza’s feet… Gyokko should’ve made him lick it off the floor..but he refused to allow someone else to taste his precious toy.

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑮𝒚𝒐𝒌𝒌𝒐~ Loves fucking you with both his cocks. The contrast between him fucking the air out of your lungs and the way he complements how good your ass looks as his cocks disappear inside you in a unrelenting pace drives you mad. All you can do is roll your tongue out and allow the assault on your both your abused holes. 1,000% will dumb you down in the process.

“𝑀𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑦, 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑?” He asked while rolling his hips into yours. You were drooling by now and couldn’t even bother to close your mouth as the feeling of his cocks rearranged your organs became unbearable. Choked sobs racked through your body as he kissed down your neck rubbing the spots that made your curl toes. “Yes yes yes…Is in my stomach” you slurred your gorgeous face twisting into pleasure, His position behind you gave him access to manhandle you. His clawed hands pressed against the bulge in your stomach gently rubbing the stretched skin. “𝑆𝑜 𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒~” He uttered in your neck as he gave you soft open mouth kisses up to your face capturing your lips with his. “𝐼𝑡’𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖’𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢”.

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑮𝒚𝒐𝒌𝒌𝒐~ who has broken you and made you into the obedient pet you are now. He spent hours ruining your cunt and dumbing you down to the point you didn’t even know your own name. It was good for him you didn’t fight and willing spread our legs for him.

“Please..Stop” you begged your hands tightly gripping the restraints that held your wrists. He had broke you already drawing multiple orgasms out of you left and right. His fingers mercilessly fucked into your cunt pressing into all your sweet spots as you sobbed pathetically. He said nothing just tightening his grip around your throat. You were being disobedient as always but today was different. You had decided to get snappy with him and accidentally knocked over his vase…with him inside. He had already fucked the tears out of you so now he was prolonging your pain. “𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢” he finally spoke while pulling his fingers out only to replace it with his cock, The thick muscle nudging against your clit. Your bottom lip quivered harshly as he pressed both of the swollen tips of his cocks back into both holes. Before you could react he slammed his hips into yours bottoming out in one sharp thrust. “𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑒” he’d never been this angry with you..but this was your warning. You learned that night unless you never wanted to walk again you’d best behave and learn how to respect him.

He deserves some attention even after all I just wrote 💋

#gyokko #demon slayer upper moons #demon slayer #Gyokko x you

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bnha-almost-a-hero · 6 years ago

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monster fucking with... nomu?

part of my ‘kinktober’ series, but it’s only half the days and I decided to start at the end of October.

day three and four featuring nomu (don’t question it), you as a slightly deranged, unstable scientist and a healthy helping of mind break.

warnings & shizz: non-con, dub-con, reader’s a rapist, nomu fucking, oh and you kind of turn into a drooling mess at the end (spoilers)

i’m going to hell, i’m going to hell, i’m going to hell, i’m going to hell, i’m going to hell.

oh, and happy halloween!

prompts — ‘monster fucking’ and ‘mind break’

character — nomu (and i-)

Science and ethics have never always gone together. You—as a biologist specializing in the development of quirks in fetuses—know that better than anyone. Society has done you an injustice, you think, to condemn your research as unethical and immoral.

What even are ethics? You ask yourself. There are no ‘ethics’ in the animal kingdom. Adult lions kill baby cubs to preserve their bloodline yet no-one bats an eye. Why when you propose to take a newborn away from her mother for a couple of years to study how their quirk manifests, do the Bureau of Science call you insane?

You weren’t insane, you were just doing your job.

Just as heroes did theirs.

Yet, when heroes beat villains bloody, society applauded them and threw meaningless awards in their faces? So, why couldn’t you?

“Hypocrites,” You mutter disdainfully as you march down the hallway. “The whole lot of them.”

The sterile, white walls of the facility would have stifled normal people, but, sandwiched between them, you felt happier than ever. This was your second home, where no pesky Bureau could bother you or where you had to mingle with the uneducated masses. But, today, you shared your facility with a special guest.

Nomu. A word you’d heard all over the news ever since the emergence of this new ‘League of Villains’. From your quaint, little city apartment, you’d drawn up diagrams of them, hypothesized as to their inner workings and fantasized about getting your hands on one…

And now you’d finally done it.

Of course, you couldn’t snag one by yourself—you were only a frail scientist with a handful of fanatical ideas.

But, what you did have, were underground connections. People who you paid off to keep their mouths shut about the goings-on in your facility and who occasionally eliminated a few nosy annoyances if it was necessary. And all you had to do was slide over a wad of cash, whisper a few instructions into their ear and wait a couple of days for a Nomu to be delivered in one of your testing rooms.

It was the same Nomu from the U.S.J. attack that your ‘friends’ had kindly broken out of prison. And you were heading right for him.

‘Room 108 — Testing’, reads the sign outside the door you’ve locked the Nomu up in. Behind the steel barrier rests a monster bound in chains. You are unarmed, but feel confident in your ability to calm the beast should the opportunity arise. Besides, he was in chains—he couldn’t possibly break out.

Right?

Your hand hovers over the door’s handle and you contemplate just abandoning this little project. After all, despite being a fanatical scientist, you did have some sense of self-preservation and you really did not want to get crushed to death by those giant, hulking arms of his…

You shake your head.

To abandon this project would be abandoning your integrity as a scientist. What you were going to do would go down in history as one of the biggest advancements in quirk development and you would not let fickle things such as ‘morality’ or ‘self-preservation’ get in the way.

You open the door.

The Nomu’s eyes latch onto you. Frenzied and unfocused, he looks you up and down yet his mannerisms aren’t at all sexual—more like he’s checking for weak points or weapons. The true mark of a beast. You shiver in fright as you stare up at the creation who, even in the chair he’s strapped to, towers over you. Seven feet, you think the media stated his height as.

“Hello there,” You mumble out to get the conversation going. You’re not entirely sure if he can talk or if he wants to talk, but you know for a fact that he can hear you. “You wanna talk to me today?” No response. “Alright, that’s fine. Can’t imagine you want to talk to a strange person who kidnapped you, but I’m your friend.”

He stares blankly at you and you offer him a smile to reinforce your point.

“I’m just going to… Um,” What could you say? That you were going to fuck his brains out to see if you could rear a child who possessed multiple quirks just as their father had? “I’m just going to… Acquaint myself with you.”

And your dick.

You walked forward and were pleasantly surprised when he didn’t struggle against his chains… He was just watching, like a predator in wait. You reach within an inch of him and stop yourself. You’re about level with his muscled chest which spares you the embarrassment of having to look him in the eye whilst doing this. His head angles down to look at you, but you don’t meet his gaze, instead opting to reach a hand towards the zip of his khaki pants.

You hesitate when he rustles in his chains until you realize he’s just adjusting his position to give you better access. You look up at him. Does he want this? You were fully prepared to take what was yours without asking, but knowing that he wanted this would be comforting.

You unzip his pants and maneuver it down slightly to free his cock. Even flaccid, it still holds a lot of girth and weight to it and, as you grasp for it, you gulp a little in the apprehension of it being inside of you. Your core thrums with excitement as you place both hands on his engorged prick and slide it up and down. His cock twitches match up perfectly to your shameful heartbeats.

Should I really be doing this? You ask yourself.

He can’t give consent.

It doesn’t matter; this is for the greater good.

This is wrong.

No, this is for science.

Society says this is wrong.

Fuck society.

You pry your lips apart, a line of drool escaping as you feast your eyes on the snack in front of you. Now, with the semi-erect tip resting just in front of your face and your engorged clit twitching and pulsing, you swallow his cock. The taste of his pre is salty, but not at all overpowering, your lower half throbs again—begging you to pay attention to it—but you turn away from your own pleasure.

The Nomu makes a low, guttural groaning sound that you assume is the closest he’s come to vocalization. Conjuring your inner blowjob skills, you press your tongue against the head of his cock then begin to bob up and down, using his groans as a guide to tell you if you’re doing something right or wrong. The temptations there, but despite the curiosity eating away at you, your eyes never meet his, sheerly because you’re afraid.

Afraid you’ll see the disapproving face of society sneering down at you, just as they had done when they cast aside your research years ago.

You continue on, closing your eyes as you focus solely on the salty muskiness that comes with arousal that lingers in the air.

Your fleshy insides burn, begging for a thick cock to just invade and ruin them. Your core twitches at that thought and you manage a small smile, even with a cock shoved between your lips. This, you tell yourself, is a new era for science—unbound by what humans call morality. For so long, science was hindered by ethics, but now, after you flaunted your half-Nomu, half-human child in society’s face and held up your scientific findings, science would finally be able to advance at lightning speed.

You yank your head back, allowing the Nomu’s spit-lathered cock to slip out from between your pillowy lips before standing up. Now was time for the real prize…

You easily unbutton and tug down your pants, pushing away the flimsy undergarments you chose to wear today before straddling the Nomu. The right head presses up against his abs as you give yourself a mental pep talk. I should’ve bought lube, you think as the very hard, very thick cock rubs against your sensitive, tight hole. Your hands find the Nomu’s broad shoulders and you cling on to dear life as you left yourself up.

He rustles against his chains and lets out another groan. You bite down hard onto your lip, grasping onto his throbbing cock and guiding it to your sopping cunt. With a pained moan, you sink down onto the cock. No amount of lube, you find, would prepare you for the behemoth cock inside of you. You aren’t sure who created this Nomu, but you wonder why they gave him such a massive dick. Were they ‘using’ this Nomu themselves or did they just do it for shits and giggles?

Either way, you scramble to slide the dick out of you, deciding it’s much too big for any human to handle. The Nomu’s chains rustle again and you feel two, hulking hands grasp your waist and SLAM you down onto the cock.

You scream.

And struggle.

And flail.

But it’s no use.

The Nomu had broken out of his restraints…

You cry out, “S—Stop! Pl—ah—Please!”

You know that you’re a hypocrite. Just moments ago, you were forcing yourself onto the Nomu, but that lapse in logic doesn’t cross your mind, not when you’re in such colossal pain. You throw your head back, a tear slipping from your eye as your cunt spasms—seemingly not recognizing the pain the rest of your body is in.

The Nomu grunts, grabbing you harder so his claws dig into the material of your dress shirt. Shamelessly, you moan—the buzzing in your lower half too much. You breathe heavily. Your tongue flops from the confines of your mouth, a sliver of saliva falling down and staining the Nomu’s pants as he thrusts up into you.

Your hole clenches around him and your legs twitch at his invasion. You’re not supposed to enjoy this. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Those chains were supposed to be secure—your associates made sure of that. Why? Why had this happened?

Why—?

Was this karma? Some retribution for the vile acts you’d committed in the past? Was this society, finally come to punish you—by turning you into some brainless, lust-driven animal?

“Hah~” You groan out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You’re supposed to be a dignified, if immoral scientist. You’re supposed to pioneer the new era for science. “You—…” You lose your train of thought as the Nomu thrusts into you once more, hitting your fleshy G-spot and hammering it until all you can manage out are unfocused gurgles and illegible moans. You can’t conjure a single literate thought, your mind is completely befuzzled.

Your vocabulary has seemingly been replaced with the vocabulary of the very monster that’s fucking your brains out as of late.

Your heart throbs… At least, you think it's your heart. With the way this beast is battering your insides, you can’t really tell the difference between your heart or your cunt. You can’t really focus on anything, really, all you think about is—

“Fuuuuck,” You moan out and you applaud yourself for vocalizing such a big word. You feel like you’re two again and your parents are trying to get you to talk in full sentences. Except, you’re a grown adult and you can’t even speak clearly.

Shameful.

“Awa—” You manage again, your cunt spasming around the ten inches of cock that’s brutalizing your body and threatening to slip past your cervix into your womb proper. The wet ‘slap’ ‘slap’ ‘slap’ and the Nomu fucking you is the only thing you can concentrate on. “I—”

You cum, moaning out garbled phrases as your world goes blank. Your clit—throbbing and engorged to the size of a small eraser—squirts out an ungodly amount of clear girl-cum. Your Nomu thrusts into you for a few more moments of pleasure-filled ecstasy before his hot, milky cum fills your womb to the brim. You groan out a few strings of unconnected word salad, your mind a mush.

Unthinking…

Feral…

Disgraceful…

All words that could describe the once intelligent, bright, passionate scientist known as [L/N] [F/N]. And you don’t give a damn, all you need to know is that you’re never going to stop feeling this intense pleasure. Let society mock you, they don’t know the true happiness that you feel.

You are enlightened.

You are purified.

Your mind is broken.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#nomu x reader #halloween #bnha #league of villains x reader #kinktober #i can't believe i wrote this

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