#cw corruption

[sugurouge]

— flame of despair : soulmate! sukuna ryōmen x rebirthed! f!reader

content warnings! DARK CONTENT, historical au, noncon, monsterfucking, aggressive hair pulling, dacryphilia, hurtful pet names (whore & pet), yandere themes, reader is viewed as sukuna’s property, deep throating, cunnilingus, blood, mindbreak, misogyny (he makes a nasty remark about the role of a woman), degradation

summary: Each and every life of yours will always belong to Sukuna. He will remind you of that promise with every new life, no matter the methods used. The idea of romance and being bound to your partner by soul, the thing you always dreamt of, becomes ruined and reality turns out to be a living nightmare once your soulmate claims you.

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"No, no, let's try that again, pet."

The monster looming above you muses, mischief gleams deep in those dreadful red eyes as Sukuna watches your trembling form at his feet. You're exposed to him, the white fabric of your drape drenched with blood and water from the unfortunate weather of the recent weeks; almost as if some higher being has been angered by your reunion.

Your hair is a tangled mess from where Sukuna's claws dragged you to kneel in front of him, and your lips are bruised thanks to a previous blow to your once-pretty face. The bitter taste of iron taints your tongue, yet the flavours pale in comparison to the horror that awaits every time Sukuna decides to let you out of your cage to 'play'.

"I—"

"Who do you belong to?" Sukuna interrupts, shattering the last fragments of your dignity.

"N-no—"

No one. No one, you were trying to say. You’ve tried to tell him that for weeks, ever since he found you and claimed you, spouting wild fantasies of past lives and how, in every new one, he would always come to find you again.

But you can’t even force those two small words past your lips before a harsh slap to your cheekbone sends fresh tears streaming down your face, sobs erupting from your throat. The claws digging into your cheeks sting, they tear at your skin as sharply as his words pierce your soul. "You belong to me. You’re mine. My property, understand?"

He makes you nod, grinning as your tears glisten under the dim light of the fires dancing around his hall. "Repeat it for me." His deep voice rumbles ominously, the tip of his nose brushing almost affectionately against your tear-streaked cheek.

"I'm... I'm," you falter as your brows crease in disgust over the words about to escape your lips. You’d rather die than give him the satisfaction, the defiant glare in your eyes stating as much as you meet his gaze.

"Say it," he drawls, his voice is sending shivers down your spine. Four eyes bore into you as Sukuna seems to grow larger with each passing second, his presence is suffocating.

Yet here you are, as helpless as an infant, yet as brave as a tiger whilst you shake your head in his iron grip. You don’t even have time to blink before your face slams into the cold, unforgiving floor. Your cheek is pressed into a vile mixture of dried blood and water as a thunderstorm rages above, the temple trembling beneath its wrath.

You feel numb, the groan that escapes from deep within your lungs barely registering in your mind since you're fully overwhelmed by the high-pitched ringing that clouds your senses. But the violent tugging on your body snaps you back to this living nightmare as four hands tear at the flimsy fabric Sukuna dares to call a dress, leaving you naked and vulnerable under his cruel gaze.

Your tears mix with the blood running down the side of your temple as you stare up at him in horror. You wouldn’t even be able to attempt to cover yourself, your limbs feeling as though they don’t belong to you as they are pressed to the ground by two strong hands.

“Look at me.”

You comply, your eyes slowly focusing on the blurry demon as you blink the tears away. “Stop, please…” you hear your own voice, shaky and weak, yet apparently utterly entertaining to Sukuna, judging by the grin etched on his face.

He guides your nimble fingers over his muscular body, across his black markings and prominent pecs, as his lips graze your ear. “If you’d stop being so ungrateful… you could enjoy all of this,” his faint whisper tickles your neck, his hot breath contrasting with the icy cold water on your back. “Just say you’re mine. Admit it.”

“I’m not yours.” You don’t even have time to groan as a third hand snakes around your throat and applies pressure to your airways, nails tearing through the first layer of your skin and continuing to dig deeper into your flesh.

“You’re mine. You have been mine from the moment you were born, you dumb whore!” he snarls, fingers forcing their way through your tangled hair, exposing your neck to his teeth. Sukuna savours every drop of your blood, every dried tear and bead of sweat before his teeth sink into your body, eliciting a defeated whine from you. Yet it’s the fourth hand applying pressure to your hip bone that has you gasping in horror, a new set of tears welling up along your lash line as you vehemently shake your head in denial.

“You’ve been mine ever since your village offered me my soulmate, isn’t that right?” he breathes, the devilish grin returning to his lips as he leans in to kiss you harshly. His tongue invades your mouth, spreading the taste of your blood to every corner before he pulls back, leaving only a thin string of saliva connecting your bodies— as faint and delicate as your bond to this monster.

“They threw you at my feet. Offered me my toy to play with in exchange for protection.” His lips trail between your breasts, greedily pressing against your heaving chest and staining your skin as Sukuna’s journey takes him further south.

“Dumb as they are. As if I’d let anyone live who treats my property with such shame.” Sukuna traces the lines of your bondmark; the action almost seems adoring by how gentle his touch is before his nail redraws the lines in red.

“You’re mine,” his eyes snap up to your face. “You’ll forever be mine. With every reincarnation, I’ll find you, claim you, and break you until you’re my queen again.”

Your voice finds its way back to you in this moment, as you cry out from the pain Sukuna inflicts on your body, his words reminding you of the horrors you witnessed that day.

How your mother dressed you in her finest dress and let you play princess, promising you the world as soon as you found your soulmate. Only for your father to push you to your knees in front of a demon, a curse—him. Sukuna Ryomen.

And your eyes saw the lines on his side as the top of his yukata pooled around his hips. The same devious mark you had on your body ever since you were a baby.

You were cursed. The entire village treated you like a lesser being, like filth and a secret, promised to stay hidden until they could rid themselves of you—all because of legends passed down for hundreds of years about the only weakness the King of Curses holds.

They all too willingly tore the beautiful dress off your body and gave the devil not what he came for, but what he most desired.

“I don't want to be a monster’s queen,” your bold statement makes Sukuna’s face deform into a hideous mask, violent laughter erupting from deep within his chest at the fighting spirit you try to uphold. “Were you not dreaming of the day your soulmate would find you like all those other pathetic little mortals do?” The words are nothing but a murmur; Sukuna doesn’t even make it sound like a question, and he leaves no room for your reply either—not when black nails dig into the fat of your thighs or strong hands pin down your wrists to the floor. “I understand, you must be claimed, to learn to appreciate your life at my feet, pet.”

The most disgusting part of this moment is not the grimace looming above you, or the horror in Sukuna’s eyes, no, it's the feeling of a wet, hot tongue lapping at your cunt while this abnormality holds you spread open like you’re on a serving plate.

Sukuna sees the aversion on your face, the way your eyes squint before you have to look away once the pleasure starts to feel undeniable as he fucks you open on his tongue. The squelching is so lewd, you can only cry over yourself.

“Stop your miserable act, whore,” Sukuna punctuates his words with a deep thrust of the thick tongue from his stomach, forcing a moan from you whether you like it or not.

The hand around your small wrists hurts, feeling as if Sukuna wants to actively burn his fingerprints into your skin as his eyes stare into the depths of your soul. You know where his tugging leads, know what you feel when the hot, sticky sensation meets the palm of your hand. Encased between your much smaller and Sukuna’s own large palm are his cocks. Your whimpers are unending as he forces your hand to drag over their shafts, his maniacal stare into your disgusted face unwavering. How dare you continue to insult him like that? You should feel grateful for his attraction towards you.

You whine the moment your head hits the floor once more, Sukuna easily pressing your form against the stone-cold ground, finally forcing your eyes to snap up to look directly into his red gaze.

There is no such thing as tenderness to be found in them, no love, no sympathy. The concept of soulmates is nothing but a nightmare for you.

“You’re hurting me…” you whisper in desperation, yet Sukuna only basks in this newfound tenderness in your eyes as fat tears stream down your cheeks.

“Then stop denying me!” Sukuna growls right next to your ear. His dominance and your own fear send shivers down your spine, rendering you limp beneath him.

The rough pads of his fingers squish your face beneath his grip—disabling you from facing anything but him. “You could have another fulfilled life…” Is this tenderness you see in his eyes? Love he held for the yous from the past? It can't be. Not him. “But you leave me no choice.” In one fell swoop, you find yourself back on your knees, your face brought up right in front of the tips of his cocks.

The cold flooring hurts your joints, making you wince once more, but your sounds are all the same to Sukuna—simply confirmation of his influence on your body. In pleasure or pain? Who cares.

However, he notices the slight shake of your head. It's causing his grip on your hair to tighten, eliciting another loud whine from you.

Your dainty fingers try to ease his grip to no avail. “Please, I don't de—” but the loud gulp of your throat cuts off any protest. The thick tip of Sukuna’s shaft spreads your mouth beyond your imagination, the salty flavour of his pre-cum coating your tongue and messing with your taste buds before he prods at the entrance to your throat, muscles trembling around his infiltration. You struggle to keep the choking at bay, swallowing back any disgusting liquids threatening to crawl back up.

Sukuna groans in satisfaction. His darkened eyes stare down at your weak figure, admiring your hollowed cheeks and stretched lips. His thumb sweetly swipes over your cheekbone, followed by a slap to the same area. When he pulls back, you choke up a mixture of nasty fluids, but there is no time to recover due to the way he forces your head to stay in place. Once more, you are overwhelmed by his length, his second needy cock now taking the spot inside your mouth. “Silence and a breedable womb are the best presents a woman can give.” As if to highlight his words, Sukuna pushes in deeper, the choked squeal of your panic drowned by his girthy cock as he holds your head in place, nails harshly digging into your scalp as he bottoms out.

His pelvis presses against your mouth and nose to further restrict your breathing. Every attempt at swallowing your saliva makes you feel his cock even more, it's almost impossible to stay conscious as Sukuna opts to abuse your throat only seconds after he enters you.

It hurts—the pistoning of his hips, the repetitive assault on your throat by his thick member, and the hateful words hitting your skin with no form of defence.

Demands to take it, to stop being weak and disgusting, are just a few of the many insults you have to endure. By now, your nails have left nasty scratches on his thighs as you desperately try to relieve some of the pain he forces on your body, while your mind isn’t sure if passing out would be the safer option for your sanity.

Tears won’t stop running down your face. The mixture of your spit, tears, and his arousal creates a nearly disgusting flavour in your mouth, causing you to gag further on his cock.

“Get your act together,” Sukuna bites. At this point, it actually feels like he is ripping strands of your hair out due to his harshness.

But you can’t—it’s impossible, especially once you feel him twitch at the back of your throat, prodding against the muscles of your pharynx. The second your tongue can nearly trace the load of cum being pumped through his shaft, Sukuna pulls out. You didn’t have time to notice him stroking his second cock, couldn’t register fast enough the fate you were about to meet as one of his hands holds your head in place.

Sukuna’s deep moan rings through the echoing hall and sears into your memory while the white-hot seed lands on your face and chest, tainting your figure with his cum.

It’s the most humiliating way of claiming you.

Sukuna kneels down to be at eye level with you, proudly taking in his all-white masterpiece before his thumb swipes part of his load off your cheek and holds it in front of your lips.

You glare at him, the hatred in your eyes a challenge he will fuck out of you. “Dumb little bird,” he murmurs while smearing his cum over your tightly sealed lips before hoisting you up and over his shoulder in an instant.

Sometimes it is best to show patience. Most of the time, it is better to teach through pain. Your fate for the night shall be to learn to love your throne, positioned on top of Sukuna’s lap, stuffed beyond your capabilities until either your mind or your body gives out first.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

[rottenk1sses]

convincing preachers son!art that it’s okay for him to fuck your tits, that it doesn’t count because he isn’t actually in you.

"that's it, honey, just like that," you murmur, pushing your tits together while you sit at the back of the empty church, letting art shakily stand in front of you and slide himself between your soft mounds.

as soon as his swollen tip gets engulfed by your flesh, he's keening and losing his footing—staggering to curl over your frame below him and using his free hand to squeeze your shoulder.

“u-uhm.. i don’t think.. im gonna last..” he breathes out between hiccuped gasps. his hips are already starting to rock uncontrollably, and his shaft is rubbing incessantly in the valley between your breasts. you can tell by the flushed, crumpled expression glossing over his face that he’s pretending he’s actually inside you.

you shake your head, “shh, that’s okay—you’re alright..”

he squeezes his eyes shut, a ringlet of gold hair slipping between his brows, bouncing and dangling like the little cross he sometimes wears around his neck (tucked under his shirt and hidden away, just like the hickeys you put on his chest days ago). he’s properly fucking into the tight gap now. panting and trembling like a scared little kitten. you know he still feels guilty for all of this, but you’d stroked his cheek beforehand and reassured him by emphasizing how it’s not actual sex.. and he seemed to take that and run with it pretty easily.

his fingers dig into your shoulder and his eyes are suddenly fluttering open to allow you to see his pair of watery blue irises roll back into his head. his neck rolls too and then his face is tipping towards the high ceiling of the building.

“oh, please,” he shudders, his noises spilling out quicker and higher in pitch, “please, can i? can i, please..? oh, oh, OH—!”

he nearly squeals, and you don’t even get the chance to give him permission to finish before you feel his heavy length throb between your tits with every wave of pleasure that shatters his system. you could cook an egg on him, for sure—he’s burning up all over, cumming thick ropes up your chest and onto your collarbone area. one particularly heavy splurt actually hits your chin, and you have to laugh so he doesn’t think you’re mad. he whimpers and bites at his bottom lip as he looks down to meet your eyes. he gives two more shallow, stuttered thrusts before he collapses over you, holding your head to his chest like you’re the only thing keeping him from breaking down with shame.

“please, feels s’good.. ‘m still—ngh,” another dribble of white fluid leaks out from his slit and sticks to your skin. you let go of your breasts to reach up and caress his sides. he sniffles.

“was that so good?”

“.. r-really good..”

“good. next time we’ll try my mouth, hm?”

a little moan breaks past his lips, and you feel his cock bob with interest against your body, but he manages a nod.

“.. yes, please..”

[xazse]

Hi!! I love your work. I'd like to make a request, Satoru x Innocent!reader, if you have time you can do it, and if not, then I'll understand. :)

Tw: Satoru x innocent!reader + smut + fem!reader + corruption kink + pussyeating + not a lot of smut I’m sorry! I was just rushed to get this out so you didn’t think I was ignoring you!

Notes: HI IM SO HAPPY YOU LOVE MY WORKS!! (Sorry this took so long I was thinking of a good prompt but here you go I hope you like it!!) and if you didn’t want fem!reader just tell me and I’ll revise it!

I absolutely love the idea of you having some vague information on sex but not a lot, too busy plopping your face in books almost all your life, romance and stuff didn’t interest you when you had parents who wanted you to solely think about school and college.

And when you get to college you’re completely dumbstruck by the relationships around you. Everyone around you seems to have someone special to them but here you are too busy for things like that. Sex handn’t ever crossed your mind that is until you meet Satoru the first ever boy to show actual interest in you, he’s as sweet as they come, clingy but very funny.

A year with him has happened so fast and you’ve felt nothing but bliss with him, he’s truly one of a kind.

Satoru and you are relaxing on your fluffy bed, he’s lounging on your body like he usually is, always needing to be close to you regardless of where you are. But today he’s extra touchy with you, feeling up your waist and burying himself deep in your tummy which in turn makes you giggle.

Satoru is going quite mad, he doesn’t know how many times he can see you in those short shorts and tiny camisole for him to finally pin you down and fuck you, everytime he hints at intimacy you just give him the most confused look ever, you don’t pick up on his words and that also drives him crazy. Crazy in a good way. He loves the fact that you don’t even seem the least bit interested in sex, he wants to be the one to take your virginity and him only.

And now feels like the perfect moment, he starts kissing up the column of your neck and you surprisingly don’t pull away though you do sit still as a board whilst his lips wander all over your neck, leaving deep purple hued marks all over.

That night Satoru has a hard time controlling himself with you, he knows he’s supposed to ease you into sex but the way his fingers can barely filt pass your tight hole has him groaning out loud, every hitch of your breath from the pain makes his cock throb. He’s getting off to the simple fact that you’ve never had anything in there.

He pulses his fingers in and out of you in a repeated motion, spurring on those cute whines that slip out nonstop.

He spreads you open further on your bed so he can get the full view of your beautiful cunt, your little clit throbs for attention and he most definitely gives it that attention, the nub twitches nervously every sift of his fingers against it.

He licks his first taste of you directly up the middle of your pussy, dragging against your folds as you buck against his hips. That little action elicits that much from you? Oh Satoru is going to have so much fun ruining you.

You take his cock like a champ, he whispers that bit in your ear while you’re fucked out. It was an extremely tight fit even with all the prep he gave you but nonetheless Satoru fought agaisnt the tight ring of your pussy, he has you cum around him multiple times that night.

[deliriuxe]

Fuck, I need me a darker timeline of Baggs joining Nightmare's gang where Nightmare is not-so-nice to his subordinates, and upon Baggs' detest or even defiance of such treatment of those presently under his care, Nightmare decides to forego his usual punishments and instead forcibly corrupt the Doctor's mind and soul: whether through Nightmare's Negativity/Magic, brainwashing, or a combination of both...

[mini-ism]

#— CORRUPTION FT. WELT

⋆ warnings: ADULT CONTENT (MDNI). corruption kink, slight manipulation, pretty ooc, praise kink, loss of innocence. NO BETA READ!

⋆ pairings: welt yang x reader (gender neutral)

⋆ notes: i just thought welt with a corruption kink would be hot 😓 hopefully this fulfills its intended purpose

⋆ welt just can’t get enough of you, of this. you’re just so, so good, and he’s just a dirty old man. you look so incredible, so delicate, so innocent, even while you sit on his cock. you ask him, “am i doing it right?” awaiting his praise. he tells you that you’re doing wonderfully, that you’re so good for him. you love the way his praises make you feel. he loves that you’ll do anything, even if it’s dirty and against your morals, just for his approval.

⋆ welt loves when you bend over for him. he loves how apprehensive you are at first, but when it’s him and his sweet, loving words, you’ll submit. he loves that you don’t know how dirty he is, how dirty his actions are. you’re his perfect little angel, he’s gonna show you what feels really good.

⋆ welt adores how you’ve grown to love the vulgar things he makes you do for him. he loves how lewd you can get, mostly without realizing it. his encouragement can push you to do absolutely anything. he loves the way you’ll let him touch you whenever, he loves when you submit without any defiance. he adores when he gets to use you like a toy.

⋆ welt gets so turned on when you beg for more. something about seeing you lose your innocence, piece by piece, to him, while you mewl for more is so erotic. you beg for him to do filthier things to you, to defile your being and innocence, to take over your every thought, to make you sex-crazed and impure. he adores the power he has over you, stirring that greedy part of you to ask for more.

⋆ welt’s actions and words are so different, he’s particularly brutal with the way he fucks you, but the way he speaks to you makes you scream for him, scream for more, it pushes you to your absolute limit. he urges you to let go of your purity, to ignore every limit and every ounce of morality left within you. he’s so good at what he does, he’s so good at getting you to do what he wants. it’s hot watching you submit to the carnal pleasure he’s giving you, watching the innocence in your eyes twinkle and fade away. you’re so naughty for him.

[tohruies]

noooo i don't want to think about gentle coercion and corruption with karasu nooo nyooooooo.......

[sugurouge]

— diabolic waltz : getō suguru x f!reader

content warnings! DARK CONTENT, dubcon/noncon, yandere themes, size difference, strength difference, corruption, power dynamics/imbalance (reader refers to geto as master), pet names (doll, whore, toy, bunny, little one), hair pulling, water torture/forced drowning/waterboarding, punishment, deep throating, mind break, degradation

summary: You should know better than to behave greedy or entitled, but if he so sweetly entices you to misbehave, even the impeding punishment doesn't stop you from taking what you need. Until it's time to pay up. And Getō makes sure you always pay your debts.

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Geto rests comfortably in his armchair, dark purple eyes rake over your needy body—only hidden beneath a layer of satin. With you in his lap, there is at least a sort of solace to his tiresome days. He likes to view you as a sick way of rewarding himself, his prize for making it through another 24 hours. Hence why you're always kept on display whenever it's just the two of you. Him and his property, the weak human that somehow won his twisted interest. Nothing more than eye candy for him. You're so pretty until you turn needy and start talking too much.

"Master, please—" you start your advances all over again. Ever so prettily as your nails drag over Geto's exposed chest; you have long since pushed aside the layers of his attire.

Geto heaves a heavy sigh. It's his first indicator for you to shut your pretty mouth before he sends curses your way. Yet, simultaneously, he can't resist the torture; cannot keep his right leg from bouncing to cause friction against your puffy lips. Teasing you further to hear more whimpers instead of your actual voice.

Your hands press against his body as you try to control the bouncing, but the friction created by your dress brushing against your nipples makes it impossible to form coherent or cautious thoughts. Your legs clench around Geto's muscular thigh, attempting to maintain the pleasurable feeling.

"You really wish to bother me like that right now?" His dangerously low voice challenges. Suguru is well aware that he is the cause of your distress, but would he ever admit that? Not in a million lifetimes.

You know full well what will happen if you say yes, how your day will turn out if you give in to your own neediness when your master isn't the one to initiate. Your glossy orbs beg him without another word spilling from your lips as you nod.

A small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. You're just so dumb; how could he not adore you? The minor tilt of his head gives you the okay to shed your dress, to expose your perfectly clean body to his eyes. It's one of his priorities, to always have his doll look prim and proper. Soft and dewy skin, rose oil spoiling your figure to make it shine in the low afternoon light and envelop you in faux innocence for him to ruin.

You sink down to your knees right between his legs, your delicate fingers running over his muscular thighs up to his stomach, but the "tsk" coming from Geto's lips has you freeze immediately. Doe eyes look up at his intimidating stare, while his entire face remains stoic—almost bored, as he rests his cheek in one of his palms.

"Hand or thigh, no cock," he bluntly states.

You try to suppress the whine rising in your throat, try not to furrow your brows at his statement.

"Well, what will it be, bunny?"

He doesn't actually ask. Geto simply enjoys oversaturating your lusty mind with difficult decisions. You're always so afraid he will leave you.

"Hand, please, please," you bat your lashes at him even though you're painfully aware of how little effect it has on him. Yet he pats his thigh, indicating for you to sit on his lap once again. Your body follows suit.

"Any other wishes?" Narrowed eyes stare at you, they make you feel small and vulnerable as his hand dances along your thigh, drawing close to your needy pussy.

Your eyes snap down to his dishevelled clothes, raking over the layers of fabric that hide his perfect body from your gaze and touch.

You inhale sharply the moment his fingers snap you out of your thoughts, penetrating your walls deeply without warning and immediately curling against your clamping muscles. Yes, Geto might be okay with listening to your begs once in a while, but his pleasure lies in overwhelming your pathetic body, not preparing you softly.

Your head lolls back, fingers holding onto his shoulders, though they twitch to run through his black strands. You are well aware of the fact that he'd never let you ruin his hair.

Soft moans spill from your parted lips. He taught you to stay quiet, to not ruin his image of you—his sweet doll.

Yet the feeling is too good. The way his fingers stretch your cunt, your slick dripping down over his digits and palm. Your hips roll against his hand, pretty whines causing your chest to heave so perfectly for Geto to enjoy the sight of your tits.

He adds a third finger with ease and uses his thumb to draw intricate patterns on your clit, applying more pressure on the nub once he feels you tighten around him. "Such a needy whore..." he mumbles impassively.

But his cold voice, the boredom laced in his words mixed with his brutal ministrations, are exactly what you've grown to love from your master. It's so clear that you're doing something wrong, that you're messing up his perfect routine—but you just can't help it.

Your whines grow louder, small fingers now gripping onto his wrist as the coil in your stomach tightens further and further before it explodes. You fall forward, against Geto's chest, covering his neck area with moans, tears, and sweat as you gush all over his hand and dirty his robes.

Goosebumps run over your heavenly skin, clearly proving how overwhelmingly good he can make you cum with just his hand by now.

"Disgusting..."

You flinch slightly at that, eyes squeezing shut from just one word coming from Geto. He pulls his hand out of your tight cavern, your slick clearly coating his skin as a scowl spreads on his face. "You enjoy this? Staining me with your slutty needs?"

You create some distance between your bodies, shamefully staring at his hand before your eyes trail over his tainted clothes. You didn't plan on this happening, didn't plan to make such a mess, especially not over him, but why does he have to be this good?

Being a disappointment still has the same effect on you as it did from the start, causing tears to spill from your eyes as your body starts to shiver. "'M sorry, I didn’t—I wanted—"

"Time for a bath, no?" he sighs and gets up, pushing your smaller body off his lap with little care as disgust is clearly painted on his features.

Your butt meets the hardwood flooring and you try frantically to stop the tears from running down your face. Pleading ever-so sweetly with a shaky voice for your "Master..." to have mercy.

The clacking of his shoes stops the moment he stands beside your body once again. Long fingers card through your locks before he kneels beside you and tugs at your roots.

"How much longer are you going to make me wait, little one, hm?"

The sting on your scalp rips you out of your struggling mind; it forces you to rely on your instincts if you want to get out of this unscathed tonight. "Forgive me," you whisper.

So incredibly cute.

Geto takes a deep breath, eyes running over your body as he hums. "Five minutes."

You nod in perfect understanding and immediately grab your gown before hurrying over to the bathroom.

Aftercare is important, he always tells you. And aftercare you shall give him.

So you let water fill the spacious bathtub, let the most expensive bubble bath fill the room with a soothing scent as you light candles to set the mood and welcome Suguru in.

You stand in front of his large frame, looking up at his face to grant you permission to undress him, carefully undoing the ties of his gown before letting the heavy garments hit the floor. You will wash them as well.

Only his briefs aren't yours to touch as he walks past you and finishes undressing himself before he sinks into the warm bathwater.

You watch him the entire time—how he leans back against the expensive porcelain of the tub, arms resting around the rim—looking oh so inviting. His eyes meet your gaze, appreciating your obedient state as he slightly tilts his head to make your body move.

You follow his silent order, going down on your knees right behind his back, cool fingertips carefully reaching out to lie on his tensed back.

The stark difference in temperature makes Geto hiss in annoyance, slightly flinching out of your reach as he glares over his shoulder. You are quick now to rub your hands together, mumbling your apologies before trying to touch him once again.

Small fingers soothe his skin, spoiling his muscles. You always start with his shoulders, using a sponge to have the warm water coat his exposed back and chest, massaging the well-trained area until his breathing calms down and little groans escape his throat.

Only then do you move on to kneel next to him, carefully admiring his relaxed features—he looks almost angelic. So calm, almost innocent.

Until his eyes meet yours and he holds out his hand to you. The exact hand he used to make you cum and that was tainted with your juices.

You focus on it, carefully massaging his fingers and ‘cleaning’ him further. "Good little doll..." Suguru breathes his praise out between his soft lips. It's usually the only compliment you receive, so you make sure to savour it.

You smile gently and finish up your care of his hand until he takes it out of your hold. He brushes your hair out of your face, leading his hand to reach around the back of your neck as you bend over the bathtub, nails digging painfully into your scalp while being pulled forward to be met with the bathwater.

You squeeze your eyes shut immediately, trying desperately to keep your lips sealed as you're pushed beneath the surface. Your nails grab onto the porcelain of the tub, weak muscles trying desperately to stop him from shoving you down further, but it's to no avail. He's much stronger than you'll ever be.

Geto lifts your head back up out of the water, and you suck the air back into your lungs—which quickly mixes with the bathwater as he dunks your head down again.

Your screaming is drowned by the transparent liquid all around you.

It becomes a loop—the pain of him tugging at your roots, being met with the cold air of the bathroom before he pushes you down again.

It becomes a loop—the pain of him tugging at your roots, the cold air of the bathroom meeting your skin before he pushes you down again. Your mind loses focus, your fight grows mellow until he pushes his erect cock between your lips. It jolts you back awake. Not only are you drowning in the water, but you also have his thick shaft infiltrating your mouth. Tears mix with the water, nails digging into his abs and thighs as your attempts to scream vibrate along his cock.

Geto groans. His eyes roll into their sockets as he completely relishes the feeling of your convulsing throat around his member—all while in the comfort of his bathtub. But he has to stop. Sadly, at some point, he remembers you’re not actually a doll. Your body grows slack, and the struggling of your throat diminishes.

Only then does he pull your head out of the water, letting your body slump over the edge of the tub as he slaps your cheeks until you wake up. Your head pounds as you choke up water; it almost feels like someone is ripping your lungs apart.

“Stupid toy…” Geto mumbles, already dragging your head down and forward again.

“No, no, please, not again!” you frantically plead, and he stops—stops right before the surface of the water meets the tip of your nose.

“Why not? I made you cum how you wanted to as well, didn’t I?” he analytically proclaims. “Now suck like I taught you.”

The sting of the water is maddening; only the stretch of his cock against the back of your mouth inflicts more pain upon your body as he guides you up and down with water infiltrating your lungs.

It all becomes a blur in the end, and it’s hard to tell what is real and what a bad dream when you wake up the next morning in your soft king-sized bed, dressed in one of his favourite baby dolls, and his strong arms around you.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

[rottenk1sses]

showing pastors son!art your pussy for the first time and giving him full reign to touch and explore you however he likes and he ends up coming in his pants 🩶

cw : corruption, coming in pants, subby!art (18+)

he’s incredibly sheltered, grew up that way, so when you’re spreading your bare legs for him for the first time he’s just knelt down between them and staring with his mouth hung open. he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. he doesn’t even really have a good idea where the clit is—only knows that it’s supposed to feel good when it’s rubbed and played with.

“just touch me and see what happens,” you shrug, a hand going down to teasingly caress his flushed cheek, “you’ll figure it out.”

art swallows like he’s trying to force down an embarrassing sound, and then he’s scooting forward. his right hand comes up and he hesitates before running his fingertips lightly over your folds. your hips twitch slightly in response, and this spurs him on. his bright blues glued to the sticky wetness glossing your cunt. it looks like a flower spread open, dew glistening on all of the petals.

“you’re all wet.”

he says it so matter-of-factly that it makes you laugh. everything he does just reeks of sickeningly sweet innocence.

you nod and lean back, “yeah, you’re making me this way…”

and god, he doesn’t even try to stifle the moan that’s pushed from his chest. he just leans in closer and slides his index finger up through your folds until he reaches a gummy bud at the very top.

as soon as he touches you there, you let out a low groan and buck up into the feeling.

Oh..

Oh.

now he really gets it.

he feels like he just unlocked the most elusive secret in the universe. he looks up to your face and then right back down to your twitching bundle of nerves, biting down on his lip nervously as he begins to rub circles into it the way he’s seen it done in porn (he’s only watched one video his whole life thus far.. he felt guilty for a month straight afterwards.)

“ohh, fuck yeah,” you breathe out raggedly, “just like that.. you’re a quick learner, aren’t you?”

and he’s so caught up in your words, your sounds, your pussy, that he doesn’t even realize he’s about to orgasm. right then and there. right in front of you. he doesn’t have the time to process the fact that he’s hard, let alone the fact that he’s close, before he’s jerking forward with a sharp gasp and choking on a whimper that follows suit.

“aaangh- oh—..!”

he’s rushing to grab your legs for some sense of groundedness; squirting a heavy load into his boxer briefs, pulse after pulse of the warmth flooding his clothes. you just chuckle lowly and stroke his hair as he rides it out.

“s… s-sorry, i’m sorry… did you come too?” he asks, as cute as ever. like a puppy.

you look over his lidded gaze, his parted lips, his heaving chest. and you smile.

“no.”

[b-lairington]

william afton corrupting and ruining you for other men🥺

he never wants you to leave, so he'll fuck you in ways no other human will be able to. he'll dumb you down, fuck you stupid, and leave you alone. he'll go nights pumping and stuffing you full of his cum, being so sweet, before he disappears for days at a time.

he's training you to come back crying and begging for more 🖤

[cynicalrosebud]

Kinktober Day 18

Warnings: Sexual Themes, Begging, Wax Play, Corruption Kink

Prompt: Wax/Temp Play + Corruption Kink

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Nikolai

The rest of Kinktober

The air in the dimly lit room was thick with anticipation as Nikolai prepared the wax, a flickering candle casting dancing shadows across the walls. He had a glint of mischief in his eyes, one that sent a shiver down your spine. You watched him intently, heart racing with excitement and a hint of nervousness.

“Are you ready for this, baby?” Nikolai asked, his voice low and sultry. You nodded, biting your lip as you felt the heat of the candle wax pooling at the tip. The anticipation was electrifying, and you could already feel your body responding to his presence.

“Good. Just relax and trust me,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.

You were bound to a sturdy chair, the ropes securely holding your wrists as you gazed at Nikolai, his demeanor a perfect blend of dominance and care. He leaned closer, pouring a thin stream of warm wax onto your skin, the sensation startling yet pleasurable.

The wax dripped down your arm, and you gasped at the sudden heat. It was a delightful sting that quickly melted into warmth, making your skin tingle. “Feel good, baby?” he teased, watching intently as your body reacted to the sensation.

“Y-yes, Sir,” you stammered, breathless as he continued his exploration, drizzling more wax onto your other arm, tracing patterns that ignited your skin.

He moved closer, his breath warm against your ear. “You’re doing so well. But I want to see how far I can push you,” he murmured, pouring a little more wax, this time on your thigh.

A soft whimper escaped your lips, the heat intensifying as the wax made contact. The sharp sting was quickly followed by a pleasurable warmth, and you could feel your heart racing. Nikolai’s gaze was locked onto you, a predatory glint in his eyes that made your stomach flutter.

“Such a good girl,” he praised, his fingers brushing lightly over the wax-coated skin, sending sparks of pleasure radiating through your body. “But there’s more.”

You watched in a mix of fascination and apprehension as Nikolai picked up a different candle, one with a more vibrant hue. “This one’s a bit more… intense,” he warned, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Are you sure?” you asked, the thrill of the unknown coursing through you.

“Absolutely,” he replied, confidence lacing his words. “Just remember, it’s all about trust.”

With that, he dripped the colored wax onto your skin, and you gasped at the rush of heat that spread across your thigh. The sensation was different, more vivid, igniting every nerve ending as you squirmed in the chair.

“Keep still,” he commanded, his fingers pressing down on your thigh to hold you in place, the weight of his touch grounding you. “Let me corrupt you just a little more.”

As he continued to drizzle the wax, you could feel the layers building, each drop a reminder of the intensity of your connection. The warmth enveloped you, and with each passing moment, you surrendered deeper to the sensation.

“Such a beautiful mess,” Nikolai murmured, his fingers tracing the melted wax, spreading it across your skin. “I love watching you lose yourself like this.”

“Please, Nikolai,” you begged, feeling a desperate need building within you. “I want more.”

“More? You’re already being corrupted,” he teased, leaning closer, his breath hot against your ear. “But if you really want it…”

He leaned back, pouring a small puddle of wax directly onto your stomach, the heat almost overwhelming as it spread across your skin. You gasped, your body arching instinctively, a mix of pleasure and pain flooding your senses.

Nikolai chuckled darkly, enjoying the sight of you squirming beneath his control. “That’s it, baby. Let it take you.”

As the wax cooled, he took his time, teasing your skin with his fingers, tracing the hardened trails left behind. Each touch ignited fresh waves of heat, leaving you breathless and begging for release.

“Let go, my dear,” he instructed, his voice dripping with authority. “Surrender to the pleasure and the pain. Let it corrupt you completely.”

With each passing moment, the tension built, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge of bliss. Nikolai’s hands worked their magic, and you could no longer distinguish between pleasure and pain, losing yourself in the sensations that consumed you.

“Good girl,” he praised, watching intently as you unraveled beneath him, completely at his mercy.

[fyodior]

honestly a bit of a confession but for a long time i didn’t actually ever climax because i thought i was gonna piss myself and i can’t help but think dazai would be very disappointed if he was corrupting you and like teaching you how to like jerk off and you not pissing on him no you just came for the first time you didn’t piss on him 😔

LOLLL ok first of all thats very valid of you..... it really does feel like you're gonna pee and if no one ever told you thats normal to feel its scary!!! but that makes WONDERFUL material for perv dazai.... when he finds out you've never touched yourself and he gets the honors of teaching you how... only to also find out how scared you are of pissing yourself.... oh its a match made in fucking heaven for him he's like are u kidding??? i get to make them cum for the first time AND make them piss themselves????? and if you don't actually piss that first time very much trust that he will eventually make you pee. dazai is not leaving until you pee. on him

[wrathofrats]

(Note it’s 3am I’m jumbled) As per your tags he’s so pretty and so perfect dressed as a cute maid and Zephyr would probably be wild about that alone coupled with being so possessive. And I think it may be ✨neat✨ if Ifrit played along and acted really shy, no there’s not a filthy thought in his mind about the whole ordeal. He’s just their good girl, oh so helpful and good at her job but she just sits on their lap and Zephyr gets really wild about it and gets a corruption kink over it.

RAH I see the vision

I’m glad we are considering fucked up zephyr because no one ever lets them be really fucked up and weird???

But I think ifrit does it just to tease them. Acts like he has no clue what he’s doing, he’s just trying to clean!! God, and if he calls himself their good girl? Zephyrs going to explode.

Beckons him over to stand so proudly in front of them, just a little shy, keeps trying to pull down his skirt and god Zeph can see his fucking bulge even going he’s soft.

“God- do you know how sinful you look in this thing?” Zephyr rubs their hands over his hips, subtly lifting his skirt just to try and get a peek at those pretty panties while ifrit just pulls the flimsy fabric down again

“Just want to clean for you, trying to be a good girl”

And zephyr easily pulls him into their lap, while ifrit gasps and braces himself on their shoulders

“Wanna be good for me? Wanna flip up that skirt and show me how pretty you are?”

And ifrit protests because, he’s not supposed to do that! He’s trying to work! Would be unprofessional of him to act like such a slut. And ifrit is blushing so hard, trying to pull the fabric in a way that makes him look semi decent while zephyr eyes him like a piece of meat.

“Good girls do what their owners say don’t they? And you’re my good girl aren’t you?”

While zeph continues to try and take the stupid little dress off of him, only makes it worse how fucking shy ifrit acts about the whole thing, makes Zeph feel fucking filthy, like a pervert for trying to cop a feel of his sweet little maid. Especially when ifrit starts to get hard and whiny, like he might actually enjoy being treated like this when he’s really not supposed to ):

[meowdei]

imagine villain!alhaitham … the thought makes me go insane

Fascinating trope I think is alhaitham overthrowing a political government with every intention of preventing corruption but then getting a taste of power and being unable to slowly turn the same way. Pure villainy but in a realistic sense. So many powerful figures go in thinking they’ll be “different” and make a “change” and then they get a taste of power and become like all people in power

[perpetuwhoore]

Mary Fics

do you wanna own my mind? - cws: corruption if you squint

losing all my innocence in the back seat - cws: blood, mommy kink, hint of forcefem

both lips on the mirror - cws: forcefem, mommy kink

Violetta/Perpetua Fics

i don't want to spend my life with anyone else - sfw

enjoy!

[tired-biscuit]

No shutting up for you!! 😈 imagine him clutching his rosary in both hands, held up to his lips as he mumbles prayers of forgiveness under his breath all while you’re bouncing up and down in his lap

you take his hand in yours and kiss each fingertip and you can immediately feel him tense up underneath you and hear him hiss through gritted teeth. he’s acting as if your touch has the ability to outright burn his skin.

and it’s the truth — to some extent. his body has never, never felt this hot and riddled with fever before, after all. he feels like there are flames licking every inch of his body. embers must surely be burning behind his eyes by now.

and you’re hot, too. your breath, uneven but slightly calmer than his own, is warm as it fans his parted lips. your face feels like it’s blazing; he realizes that when you force him to cup and caress it, shaping his palm around the curve of your cheek. but the place that is far the warmest, so white-hot that it’s almost too much to bear, is the one between your legs.

the one he never got to experience before. until now, that is.

“touch me, father,” you say, so softly that he starts to fear he’s imagining the words. you’re still holding his trembling hand as you slide it down the middle of your naked chest, your stomach. “touch me right… here.”

you clench around his cock because of the face he makes when contact with your most sensitive part is struck. his fingers glide over the sticky arousal that’s been smeared there, applying pressure in all the right spots only because you’re leading him to them. his rhythm picks up, urged by you. pleasure grows.

and for a moment, just for a moment, the poor priest feels like he’s entered heaven as soon as he hears you moan in response.

[rwac96]

(Ask; Alpha Male Stud Crossover; Fusion Undercover Cop + Mafia) Has Blake ever looked the other way when it comes to Naruto because of all the pet play sex that she gets?

Weiss: *crying her eyes out* "My fiancee! Oh, Gods, my fiance!!"

*Blake stands at a crime scene, CEO Weiss Schnee's fiancee Henry Marigold was found dead...with multiple stab wounds*

Blake: *studies the corpse* "Well, judging from the angle of the stab wounds, this looks like a coordinated attack." *internally* 'Certainly looks like Naruto used his Shadow Clone technique'

Weiss: "Who? Who killed him!"

Blake: *answers quickly* "Teenaged Hoodlums."

Weiss: *confused* "What? You said this was a coordinated--?"

Blake: "Kids these days are too organized, Ms. Schnee."