#mentions of non con

[envy-of-the-apple]

Dark! Gojo Satoru x reader (Soulmate Au blurb)

(warnings: dark content, implied kidnapping, implied noncon, masochism)

I really like the idea of soulmates in the JJK world. They're rare, but the reason why they're so coveted is because they are the only person in the world who is immune to their soulmate's cursed technique. 

Being Gojo's soulmate would be like hitting the jackpot, at first. You're a regular person, with no cursed energy. Maybe you and Satoru's hands bump into each other while you're at a cafe, grabbing your respective drinks. To you, it's just an accident. You apologize, make your way out. 

To him, it's like submerging himself into an ice bath. For the first time in years, someone had gotten past his limitless technique. It was so unexpected, and real, and so warm.

Your hands were warm. 

It's the thrill of it that gets him first. The unexpected. No one's ever come close to him. He is the summit of the mountain. The strongest. And yet, there you were, effortlessly able to bypass his barriers without even trying. With women, with Geto, he'd always have to turn his technique off. He'd have to let them do something to him. You could do anything to him, and his powers wouldn't even stop you. You could kick him, punch him, bite him. Anything you wanted, and for once, he'd be powerless to stop you.

He can't detect you with his six eyes. It makes the hunt even better when he catches up to you. It's days of stalking and harassment and the touching that finally makes you snap and slap him. 

It hurts. 

It hurts and he fucking loves it. 

He already made up his mind days ago, but this only cemented it. When he finally takes you home, to his bed, it's euphoric. You scratch and bite and scream and hurt him over and over again. Hours later, when you've passed out from sheer exhaustion, he has more bruises than you do. They'll fade eventually, but that's okay. 

You could always make more. 

[kiame-sama]

Chubby Cuddles - (Yandere!Dabi x Chubby!Reader)

Warnings; yandere, mention of kidnapping, NSFW, non-con, rough, overstimulation, mentions of burns, spanking, Dabi likes being called degrading words, mention of ongoing non-con, gender neutral reader, chubby reader, very little- if any at all- plot, Dabi is objectively an asshole,

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Slowly rolling his hips, Dabi realized the warm and plush feeling of his dearest's body pressed up against his own was soothing in ways he never expected. Each time his sharp hips pressed so close to the squishy thighs of his lover, he couldn't help but want more. He loved the way the soft flesh was so easy to take handfuls of, squeezing and toying with the ample body that lay next to him.

Sure, they were not there of their own free will, but them just being there with him was enough for him. He adored the warm feeling of their plush body against his own burned flesh, basking in the pleasure of being entertained with them. Even if they struggled and whimpered each time he kissed their sweet chubby cheeks, he couldn't help but feel like he deserved this one thing.

He deserved to have them however he wanted.

He was the one to hunt them down and bring them back with him, after all. They had not been too pleased with the man breaking into their home at night and he certainly kidnapped them earlier than he would have liked. Plans change in the heat of the moment and then waking up to him rummaging through their dirty laundry was enough to let them know what a deranged pervert he was.

"L-leave me alone you- you sick pervert-!"

Their voice was strained and tinged with tears as they whined and gasped, trying to put as much venom in their tone as possible. The words had the opposite intended effect on him however. Each degrading word was like a sick shot of dopamine to Dabi's ruined mind, only pounding his hips forward even harder.

Due to being behind them and on his side, Dabi could feel the warm slap of their round ass against his stomach, his hands sinking into their plush hips. He couldn't stop his fingernails from digging into that warm fat and just losing himself in the feeling of his cock being suffocated by their plush body. The squeeze was enough to keep him going even if they happened to pass out like they did that first night he took them.

"Fuck... And what else? What else am I, Doll-face? Tell me how mean and awful I am..!"

"You- you bastard! You're sick, and disgusting, and a monster, and-!"

The soft figure he lay next to cut off with a cute squeal of overstimulation as their third orgasm of the evening washed over them. Their body tensed up and Dabi couldn't help but moan deeply, moving to lay on top of their warm body and hump them viciously like a rabbit in a rut. Even as they began to babble about being too sensitive to handle his continued treatment, he ignored them.

Part of his mind wondered if giving them a nice burn on that plush round ass of theirs would shut them up, but he decided he liked them begging more than being silent. If anything, their pathetic voice pleading for him to have mercy on them only spurred him on faster and harder. He loved the way each thrust resulted in a nice jiggle through their body as it withstood the impact of his hips against them.

The satisfying slap of skin against skin was almost as appealing as the feeling of laying over their plush body. Dabi rubbed his cheek against their back, feeling the plush flesh on his staples. He even let his tongue slowly trace lines over their soft body loving how they shivered from the soft drag of his piercing.

"You can do better than that. Keep going."

"You- you are-!"

"Aww, what's wrong, Doll-face? Too fucked out to say anything? Good. Just keep this nice fat ass in the air for me and I will do the rest."

It was the only kind of affection Dabi could really understand at that point, and so he was going to force it on his dearest regardless of if they liked it or not. Sure, he would cuddle them and bite up their soft body later, but for now he just wanted to fuck them stupid. It was more to keep his own mind quiet than it was to exert control over them, but the control piece did plenty to get Dabi off anyway.

"Beg for me not to cum in you and I might consider pulling out."

"Please- please don't-"

"I said," Dabi hissed, bringing one hand down to leave a stinging print on their plush ass, "beg."

"Please don't cum in me, D-Dabi! Please! I don't want you to- to cum in me, please!"

Dabi grinned in a feral way and made sure to thrust as deeply as he could before letting his cock burst in them, filling up every little part of their body with his white cream. The soft sob from his squishy beloved beneath him only added to the feeling as he tried to squeeze every last bit out into them.

"Oops. Sorry, Doll-face, didn't hear you. Next time you should scream it if you want me to listen to you."

His laugh was sinister and all his dearest could do was let their head hang in shame for allowing this monster to abuse them the way he did. Even if they hated him, he still got what he wanted in the end and he just loved the fear and disdain in their eyes as they looked at him.

It wasn't much, but to Dabi's fucked up mind, it was enough.

[sweatandwoe]

After reading some Astarion takes, I can say with full certainty, that I would not trust some of you to not slutshame or insult SA victims for having sex

[mhathotfic]

The first time I brought up yandere Shouto having a few wires crossed and associated sex with abuse rather than love because of his parents relationship it flopped.

But if I tell you yan Shouto murders your hook up because saw him on top of you because it pissed him off that if you were to have sex that you choose someone else…

If I told you that the image of your blissed out face is burned in to his mind and he’s horrified by the lustful thoughts he’s suddenly having about you…

If I told you that he quickly accepts his conclusion that he must be a monster and acts on that conclusion and lust, how would we feel?

[thesesoldierboysarebi]

Will mostly be reblogging for a while I think, but I’m gonna be real, 70 percent of my reason for making this blog in the hopes of writing was that I noticed a big chunk of CoD x reader posts on this hellsite have readers with like…concerningly low ages. There’s a lot of reader character minor-coding going on, and it’s weirdling me out (no shade to young writers, I know a lot of the reason is that a majority of CoD fanfic writers are 18-25 here, which, yk, fair that you wanna see self-inserts with similar ages).

But as I said, it gives me the ick, so if/when I end up writing x reader, I wanna go ahead and make it clear that I will not be writing a reader character in a romantic/sexual position BELOW the age of 25 at most. Most of the Call of Duty men are, like, 28 at the youngest, and I’m more inclined to write reader characters with matching ages, especially afab readers.

In other words? I’m gonna write milfs and dilfs. I’m gonna write top!reader. I’m gonna write unhinged women that leave the various men of TF141 screaming crying throwing up. I will NOT be writing virginal, innocent, or overly naive reader characters; I do not do minor-coding. Y’all have been warned.

[hurtthemgently]

Hurt your whumpee prompt list, number plus character, you all know the deal

Purely for whump fiction.

Sound torture

Sensory deprivation

Sleep deprivation

Whip them

Use a riding crop

Grab their hair

Gel electrodes

Taser

Car charger

Cattle prod

Drug them with a sedative

Drug them with a stimulant

Inject something painful

Make sure they see the syringe

Drowning

Waterboarding

Clamp a hand over their nose and mouth

Put them in an air controlled chamber and take out the air

Stress position

Lock them in a freezer

Pour ice water on them

Pour boiling water on them

Burn them

Brand them

Give them a new tattoo

Give them a new piercing

Break their wrist

Leave them hanging by the wrists

Slowly trail a knife across them

Cut them deep

Kick them while they’re down

Knee them in the stomach

Knock their head into something

Grab them by the lapels of their shirt

Shove their back against the wall

[remember-to-be-gentle]

Hey hey hey can I get a kind of mean aizawa so like he's a Dom and reader is well u get it but when he comes home from work he's pintup so he👉🏾🤏🏾👅💞💓😽😩💦🍑 reader's kit cat

Subject: BNHA, Shouta Aizawa aka Eraserhead

Title: YandereSpace Chp. 3.5: Failed Test

Trigger Warning: Non con, yandere, kidnapped darling, escape attempts, restraints, cunnilingus, daddy kink, biting, implied brat tamer

“You’re not happy to see me?” Aizawa palmed himself through his pants, already half-hard from work. Pinning villains, using his capture weapon, working up a sweat--all of it got him excited. And knowing you were at home waiting for him made it all worthwhile. 

Although, your behavior had been pretty rotten since you woke up bound to his bed--after he'd kidnapped you some time back. You had been an ungrateful little brat. He’d even changed the sheets for you, made sure he had lots of toys to please you with, and even stocked the fridge with your favorites. He tried being gentle at first, but honestly, he liked the idea of punishing you more. Most days, however, he just did what he wanted.

Aizawa didn’t hold back, greedily eating at your cunt, sloppy and messy. Your juices caught in his stubble, covered his chin. Listening to your sweet little whimpers and moans only spurred him on. He didn’t know how long he’d eaten you out or how many times you’d cum, but by the time he considered himself “satisfied” the sheets under your pussy were much darker. Aizawa licked his lips staring at the mess. 

Like right now. Aizawa was on his knees, his hot mouth breathing against your exposed cunt. “You didn’t look happy when I came through the door,” Aizawa purred. He teased your delicate skin, nipping his teeth at the soft flesh of your ass. You bucked away from him but that only let him get better access to the soft skin of your ass. 

He placed a kiss to your clit, watching you squirm against the restraints on your wrists and ankles. “Maybe you’ll get more excited when I make you cum.” He dragged his tongue across your entrance, relishing in your sweet taste. 

He untied your restraints, keeping himself between your legs, before slowly sliding into your cunt. Instantly, you grabbed his arms trying to ground yourself. Aizawa purred in your ear, his big hands grabbing your ass and working your hips against him. “You’re so fucking wet, angel.” He nipped at your ear. “You like how daddy fucks you that much? Huh?”

You mewled, trying to keep him appeased, but when Aizawa got like this, there wasn’t much you could do aside from letting him have his way. 

“God you’re so fucking soft,” he snarled. “Fit me so perfectly. Just for me.”

His hips stuttered as his first end rode up on him. “Can’t wait to fill you up. My good, sweet girl.” His grip on your hips tightened, fucking you rougher and rougher until his seed spilled inside of you, balls squeezing every last drop of cum into your insides. 

Aizawa groaned then, sinking down on top of you. “You’re mine,” he groaned, “all mine.” Slowly, Aizawa pulled his cock out and got off you, to lay on the bed. His eyes fluttered closed and his breathing slowly evened out. But he wasn't actually falling asleep. Aizawa knew it was cruel to do, but he had to test you.

You misbehaved each time he let you go and each time he has to punish you. Some days he hoped you'd misbehave, though, give him an excuse to fuck you silly like the little cum dump you were. But mostly, he wanted the comfort of knowing he could trust you.

And when you slipped out of bed, running toward the front door, Aizawa grabbed his capture weapon. Another failed test. At least you’d be fun to punish.

[bunabi]

non con is a v v v v v diff thing from from straight up rape/assault — it's Always discussed beforehand, between two consenting adults, and there's a safe word for if it's suddenly not ok. there's aftercare, too. being uneducated in kink doesn't make it ok to blast ur kinkshaming :c and on a completely otherwise unrelated post

Doesn't having a consensual agreement beforehand for an assault fantasy make it not non-consensual 😭 but I won't argue semantics about sum outside my wheelhouse

Anyway I'm talking specifically about folks who use non-con instead of rape for content that has rape

Or — maybe more specifically — folks who shy away from using the word because of its ? weight ? mouthfeel ? there is a word for this

Hope that helps

[flymmsy]

Freaky Gortash Kinks

Just some freaky flavored Gortash kinks I don’t see as often.

Tongue, in general. I think he loves to use his tongue and will truly stick it anywhere - but the best is when it isn’t necessary doing anything, it just darts out against his partner’s skin. Especially in public - a quick glance around the room before licking up his partner’s neck and then acting like nothing happened.

Mental sex. If his partner could create a psychic connection with him, Gortash would love fucking in their minds while trying to hold it together in a meeting. And honestly? He doesn’t hate the thought of coming in his pants either.

Exhibitionism. His partner wants to physically fuck in the middle of a meeting? Okay! Gortash at the head of a table of Banites, halting the meeting to bounce his partner on his cock while they all watch, and then continuing business as if nothing had happened.

Getting caught. Secretly loves being caught in the act when sneaking around with his partner. Also loves being walked in on when masturbating (making it everyone else’s problem.)

Sex pollen, but purposefully taken. He loves not being able to stop, and the sex pollen gives him a justification for loss of control.

Plug tasting. Loves putting a plug in his partner’s ass, taking it out to taste it casually, and then putting it back in. Also loves when his partner puts a plug in his ass and makes him taste himself.

Dry humping. The idea of rubbing his cock against anything and everything gets him off.

Knotting. If there was any magical way for him to be able to knot inside his partner, this man would be feral for it. Would also want the same from any partner fucking him.

Body swap. Would love to make someone watch themselves as a form of punishment, would also love to watch himself get wrecked.

[mhathotfic]

You know what I think is dangerous? Alphas+sex pollen. I'll elaborate later, expect it to be non-con/dub-con

[minty-mumbles]

Febuwhump Day 13: Forced to Harm a Loved One

Read the full collection of my febuwhump ficlets on AO3

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“N-no, no!” 

Warriors cringed internally as he heard Wild’s cries. It was terrible having to listen to the sound of his pleading and know that it was he who was causing Wild so much pain. He was the one responsible for this, he was the one choosing to do this to Wild. He was-

Warriors did his best to shake off those thoughts. It wouldn’t help anyone if he fell into a downward spiral of horrible thoughts. Wild needed him to be present and aware. And really, Warriors wasn’t the one who was hurting him. Not that he would ever say it- and certainly not now- but it was Four who was the one causing Wild’s pain. 

Warriors was just the one holding him down, not letting him get away or buck Four off of him where the smithy was straddling Wild’s weakly kicking legs. 

Warriors was just the one holding him down, and that was almost worse. 

Wild was a free spirit. Warriors had known from the day he’d met the champion that he was a hard one to pin down, figuratively and literally. He was always moving and didn’t like being told to stay still. (One time Legend had snapped irritably at Wild about his habit of rocking back and forth on his feet, and the look WIld had shot the veteran had been absolutely scathing. No one ever mentioned that particular habit of his again.)

Being told not to wander off was also irritating to the champion, but at least he’d finally gotten in the habit of letting them know when he was planning on disappearing. Warriors thanked the stars for that, as it had saved them more than one headache in the past few months.

All of this put together signaled a very free-spirited hero.

Warriors had always suspected that Wild had some sort of issue with being restrained or confined. For a split second of selfishness, Warriors wishes he was not having that suspicion confirmed.

But the life of a hero wasn’t easy. The battlefield was a dangerous place, and even if a delirious hero pleaded and begged, his blood-soaked bandages needed to be changed. Warriors wished that they hadn’t let Wild put his tunics back on after dressing his wound in the first place. But they couldn’t’ve known that the wound would end up becoming infected.

Warriors looked up to check the process, trying to gauge how much longer this was going to go on and how much longer he would need to listen to his brother cry. The smithy’s eyes were frantically cycling through nearly all the colors of the rainbow, but he kept as steady a hand as possible in this scenario. 

It took a great deal of careful maneuvering to get Wild out of his Champions’ tunic. They persisted though, even as Wild cried out in pain and panic. 

If it had been anyone else, they would have simply cut the tunic off and spared themself the trouble. But they both knew that Wild would kill them later if they destroyed the tunic his Zelda had made for him. They didn’t bother to be so careful with his undertunic, simply using Warriors knife to cut it off of Wild. He would be able to borrow one of the others' spare tunics until the group reached the next town. 

The entire process of removing his clothes so they could get at his bandages seemed to be agony for Wild. Warriors knew from experience that lifting your arms when you had an injury on your side hurt. But it wasn’t only that. 

“No, stop, I don’ wan- I don’ wanna take m’ clothes off. Sto’ it- Four, stop.” 

Wild’s words were slurred but still understandable. Warriors risked a glance up at Four, and found that the smithy looked like he wanted to cry to. He visibly steeled himself, took a deep breath, and continued. His eyes had settled on purple and green, the blue and red retreating from his gaze. 

Warriors tried to follow his example, taking a steadying breath and trying to ignore Wild’s wails.

Wild may be confused and combative- as evidenced by the bruise forming on Four’s cheek- and more than a little out of touch with the situation, but he was obviously still present enough to recognize the two of them. It only made the situation worse, that Wild was able to call out their names when he begged for them to stop. 

Wild had taken his shirt off in front of the rest of the group plenty of times, not to mention the time he had shown them all his cars. But there was a difference between removing clothing consensually when you were lucid enough to understand what was happening, and having your clothing removed and cut off when you were only partially present in your own mind. 

Warriors felt sick.

Maybe Wild had no reason to be this defensive. Maybe he was just delirious and confused. That still wouldn’t make it okay, but it would make the whole situation easier to smooth over when Wild comes back to himself. But Warriors had a sinking suspicion that the issue ran deeper than that.

Maybe, Warriors hoped, Wild simply didn’t want to show off his scars. The champion acted rather nonchalant about them, but that didn’t mean he was obligated to show them off. 

But maybe, Warriors shuddered, maybe Wild was afraid of something, something that Warriors himself had been through and would never wish on anyone. There were very few reasons someone would try to forcibly remove someone else’s clothes, and none of them were good. 

To Wild’s hazy mind, which obviously didn‘t recognize that he needed to change his bandages, there would be only one option left. Being held down and stipped out of his tunic… 

Warriors’ next breath came out as a shuddering gust of air, and he had to resist the urge to gag.

The cries of their names made it obvious that Wild knew who was trying to get his clothes off. Warriors and Four were only trying to help, but from Wild’s point of view? 

Warriors wished the other heroes were here. Twilight, at least, would be able to help soothe the panicked champion. The ranch hand had a way with the wild hero, and always managed to calm him. Maybe restraining Wild wouldn’t’ve even been necessary in the first place.

Anyone else would have been a help too. Just having someone there to reassure Wild who was actively trying to disrobe him or holding him down would have made their task easier.

But there was no one else here. It was only Four, Warriors, and Wild, alone in a strange era. The other heroes were Hylia-knows-where, separated from the three of them by the very fight that had injured the champion. 

Leadership now fell to Warriors. He was the oldest, and the highest up in the pecking order the heroes had seemed to naturally fall into, back when they had first met. He was the one in charge.

Normally, Warriors would not flinch at this. He was one of the finest captains in the Hyrulean military. He was more than used to leading, even if he had to make a hard decision that might hurt some of the people under his commands. 

But selfishly, Warriors wished that just this once, the burden of making hard decisions did not rest on his shoulders.

[kiame-sama]

Close to Godliness- pt 2. (Yandere!Overhaul x Chubby!Reader)

Warnings; yandere, NSFW, Non-con, chubby reader, bondage, overstimulation, oral, depraved Overhaul (more so than usual), possessive behavior, possessive words, cleanliness kink (I guess?), breeding kink, delusional thinking, slight dacaryphilia,

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You watched the golden eyed man from where you curled up on your bed, the cot creaking beneath you as old springs hissed from use. He looked like a very large crow and his intelligent gaze only seemed to emphasize that fact, feathered jacket adding to the bird-like illusion. The way you both regarded one another reminded you vaguely of a stand off between rivals, except for the fact that you were doing your best to keep as much distance as possible.

"Well," he sighed, loosening his tie and picking up the tray of food, "I guess it can't he helped then."

You began to ask what he was talking about before the door swung open and the one man in a white coat approached you. All you could do was give a somewhat decent struggle before the lightest of cuts caught your forearm, finding your entire world slowing as he used his quirk on you. The man was the one to pick you up, carrying you even as your body refused to move more than a few millimeters at an extremely slow pace.

Even when you were placed on what seemed to be an examination table you could barely move or even turn your head. You were fully conscious despite your inability to move with any speed. The faint sound of footsteps sounded from where the man carrying you had been before the door opened and closed with an apparent click. For a moment you thought you had been left alone before those golden eyes came back into view above you.

Overhaul no longer had the tray in his hands and he seemed to be studying your immobile form laying on the examination table. The table you were on slowly began to lower before stopping abruptly and a sinking feeling settled in your stomach.

"Chrono's Quirk last for quite a while and seems to have a normal effect on you, so it should continue to last long enough for me to do a few... Experiments..."

The faint sound of a zipper met your ears and you worried the plague-masked villain intended to use some kind of torture device on you. Instead, he placed his gloved hands beneath your shoulders and moved you up the table so your head tilted back and hung limply from the edge. It was then you were able to see the source of the zipping sound had been Overhaul's pants.

Your heart hammered in your chest as he reached his gloved hands down, tugging the fabric to hang low on his hips. It was easy to see the way his half-hard length tented his boxers as he hastily fished himself out, giving you an extremely close look. He held his cock level with one hand as the other gently held your chin so your mouth was wide open.

Even as you tried to struggle, your body did little more than slowly writhe on the table. Overhaul made no comment on your continued wiggles as he slid his hot cock into your open mouth, shuddering as if he had not been prepared for the sensation. You gagged as he began to thrust his hips, hands coming up to smother your breasts and play with the cloth-covered flesh.

"You know, I have had little to no interest in sexual pleasure. It wasn't until I met you that the idea appealed to me. I had always found it to be a filthy act and so, saw it as unappealing. Then you showed up," he moaned as he continued thrusting into your mouth with increasing fervor, "your beautiful clean quirk making you a perfect plaything to experiment on. To try out everything I have supposedly been missing."

He was thrusting hard and fast into your mouth, making you have to time when you took in a breath so you could at least somewhat stop yourself from suffocating on his thick cock. Due to being upside down and so close to him, you could feel his plush balls against your forehead, nose pressed into the warm skin. The slight tang of salt on your tongue gave indication that his cock was fully erect and leaking precum into your mouth.

"Hell," he hissed and snapped his hips faster, "your warm throat feels so good..!"

Your whine was muffled by the long length wildly thrusting into your mouth, the panting from Overhaul sounding completely feral to your ears. Part of you wondered just how far the villain would go, but you had not forgotten his earlier words that commented on his underling's quirk. If his comment was anything to go off of, he planned to do quite a lot to you beyond just using your mouth to get off.

"Be good and swallow it all."

He moaned out the words as if the thought alone was enough to send pleasure straight to his brain. You couldn't stop the way you gagged as Overhaul thrust his length as far into your mouth as he could get it. The first spurt of cum made you almost choke and you had no choice but to do as he demanded or risk complete suffocation. As fun as drowning from cum was, your eyes filled with tears before he finally pulled away, letting you cough and clear your lungs.

"Good girl, fuck... You are so good for me. Warm and clean..."

His golden eyes seemed unfocused as he stared at your figure, grabbing a razor sharp scalpel to cut your clothes off of you. As your soft breasts were exposed to the cold air of the room, his eyes fixed on the slight bounce. He stared only for a moment longer before he moved to your pants, removing the rest of your clothes with ease.

You felt him grip your hips as he pulled you down the table so your hips were at the edge and your legs hung limply off of the metal surface. Your eyes were the only thing you could really move with any level of speed and you stared down your front, feeling his hands on your thighs. He played with the plush flesh before placing your legs in stirrups that held your knees, keeping you spread open for him to stare.

The way he remained fixated on your exposed pussy made you want to squirm or close your legs so he would stop. Those golden eyes flicked up for a moment before he reached up to his mask, removing the straps that held it in place. He was actually fairly handsome beneath the mask, but you found it hard to feel much more than fear for the villain who helped himself to your limp body.

"Such a fascinating little thing... But," he sighed taking a step back and picking up a small bowl, "I shouldn't forget why I have you here right now."

You were surprised as he poured the contents of the bowl into his mouth, his hand sliding beneath your head to pull you up into his arms. He pressed his lips hungrily to your own, sliding his tongue into your mouth and letting you taste the sweetness on his tongue. Some part of you realized it was likely the sugar from your 'meal' and he was using his mouth to transfer the sugar instead of just pouring it down your throat and potentially choking you.

His lips were soft and though he seemed inexperienced at first, the kiss grew in intensity as you felt the congealed sugar lazily slide down your throat. The way his tongue dominated your own and claimed your mouth made you whine loudly, the sound muffled by his intense actions. Even as he gripped tightly to your body you could feel the warmth coming from him and could feel the near desperate movements. When he finally broke the kiss, you were panting heavily and warmth radiated from your exposed core.

"If you won't eat, I will just force it down your throat. So, next meal I give you, you had better eat all of it. But," he gently caressed your cheek, "I will make arrangements for your meals to be more... substantial."

He took a cube of fat from the bowl and put a light amount of salt on it, hesitating for a moment before popping the cube in his mouth and once again locking his lips with your own. Despite your want to escape the insane germaphobic villain, you could feel a wetness slowly and lazily sliding down from your warm pussy. You almost felt humiliated upon realizing just how much your body was drooling for him and begging for attention. However, perhaps to your pleasure or chagrin, he continued the same order of salting the fat cubes and forcing them into your mouth via kiss.

By the time he had managed to get you to eat everything, you were completely soaked and your body felt like it was aching for any kind of stimulation. Your condition did not go unnoticed by Overhaul as he casually moved to get a clear view of what state your body was in, golden eyes fixed on your sex. It almost seemed like he was uncaring when looking at the state you were in, but the way his hardening length began to twitch and the intensity of his stare gave you a good idea of his thoughts at that moment.

"You know, I am typically very careful of what I eat. But... even I feel like it would be a mistake to pass up such a delicacy. It's not everyday the cleanest pussy in the world is on the menu, though I may have to insist on having a taste daily."

He pulled up a rolling stool, settling between your legs and examining you with those intense eyes. His touch was light and experimental as he gently stroked his fingers over your soaked thighs, almost surprised at how readily your body allowed his fingers to slip between your folds. Once a light coat of slick covered his middle finger and pointer finger, he pulled his hand back to examine it beneath the florescent lights.

At first he seemed completely enraptured with your slick on his fingers, but the way his eyes seemed to burn with desire as he gave a small lick told you he was pleased with your taste. Following the small taste, he shoved both into his mouth and noisily sucked on the appendages until he had gotten every ounce of your slick. His tongue flashed out to lick his lips as he turned his attention back to your drooling pussy. After a moment of staring, he reached forward and used his thumbs to spread your folds open.

"Fuck... Such a pretty little clean hole... I have to taste it."

His mouth latched onto your heat and immediately began using his tongue to work you up, laving and probing with the wet appendage. You gasped and let out soft whines, your mouth as unresponsive to your wants as your body. The slurping sounds coming from the man who helped himself to your slick sent unbidden shots of pleasure into your brain as you writhed and whined.

Overhaul's golden eyes almost seemed to glaze over as his actions became more vigorous and intense, low groans coming from deep within his throat. His hands gripped almost painfully at your soft thighs as he used his grip to pull you closer and move you slowly against his mouth, grinding you into his intense focus. The way he thrust his tongue into you and laved over whatever he could reach had you panting as a tight coil seemed to be winding itself up inside of you. It was almost painful for you in how tightly your body clamped down on his tongue before that coil snapped, flooding every corner of your brain with bliss.

"And here I thought squirting was something women only did when completely pleasured. I guess you are liking this much more than you are letting on."

He pulled back and you saw the glistening wetness on his mouth and chin, slowly licking his lips with that same glazed look to his eyes. It almost seemed like he hadn't even realized that his face was soaked with your essence, almost as if he were in some kind of a trance. In one movement, he quickly stood and you got to see he was hard again due to eating you out much in the way a starving man ate any food he could find.

"I'm going to split you open."

The way he gripped your suspended thighs made you shiver as he stared his molten gold orbs filled to the brim with desire and need. To some extent, you wondered if he was going to actually hurt you because the way he looked at you made you feel like some poor creature on an autopsy table about to go under the knife.

"So clean... No need for messy lube or condoms, just raw warmth. No need to worry over diseases or hidden illness, just an immaculately clean and beautiful pussy."

"W-wait...!" You tried to choke out your complaint, "What if- What if I get-?"

"Pregnant? Now that would be something, wouldn't it? Seeing these soft breasts of yours fill up with milk... Your squishy body growing nice and round as you get even heavier with my children... Kids are messy, but if it is ours, I have no doubt they will be perfectly clean, just like their mother. Even if they have quirks like the rest of this cursed society, so long as it is either one of our quirks, it's fine."

"Don't- I don't want..!"

"I don't remember asking what you want."

You let out a soft whimpering noise and he actually paused, grinning and slowly caressing your cheek. For a moment it seemed as if he were trying to comfort you despite the harsh words he had snapped out.

"Shh... I can tell you are nervous, it is only natural to feel that way when thinking of bringing a child into this infested world. But you'll be such a good mother, don't worry. I have no plans of discarding you and I want you by my side as often as possible, so no one gets the idea that you are a simple plaything. We'll be the ruling family over the Yakuza. You will be my cute little wife, and I will protect you in every way..."

The way he looked at you held that insane glint in his golden eyes, as if he were truly deluded into believing your hesitation was the result of nerves and not his actions. He truly didn't realize or care that this dream of a family was a one-sided delusion he had declared for you. His words somewhat soothed you, knowing he at least didn't intend to discard of you once he had his fill of this physical experimentation.

You mewled when you felt his heavy cock slide back and forth through your folds with a teasing slow roll of his hips. When he decided he was lubricated enough, Overhaul angled his hips so the tip of his swollen cock pressed ever so tauntingly at your slick entrance. He stared one long moment into your fearful gaze as he palmed at your soft thighs, getting a decent grip before thrusting into you in one movement.

Your mouth hung open and a small strangled whimper escaped your lips, the sheer stretch of his rather impressively sized length making it feel as if he had buried himself into your guts. Similarly, he had to pause to grapple his own feelings into submission, finding your warmth almost enough to make him cum instantly. He fit inside of you perfectly, fully buried balls deep inside of your soft body and filling every possible crevice all while the head of his cock sat pressed into your cervix.

"Kai."

"Wh-what?"

"Chisaki Kai is the name I left behind when I became Overhaul, and Kai is the name I want you to scream for me. You alone may call me that, and I expect to hear you scream it."

Between the sensation of the intense stretch of his cock inside of you and your overstimulated nerves begging you for a break, you were struggling to focus on his words. He didn't seem to want or expect a response as he slowly rolled his hips, sliding out of you until only the tip of his cock was left inside of you before slamming forward and burying himself once more. The movement drew a harsh moan from him and he began to move at a regulated pace, slowly thrusting into your soft body.

The way the head of his cock rubbed against your insides and dug into every sensitive spot had you practically seeing stars within just a few thrusts. You couldn't help the whimpering moans that he managed to drag from you, feeling and movement seeming to be returning to you as your back arched up from the examination table. He seemed to notice your increased movements because soon he pulled you up, letting you wrap your arms around his neck as he adjusted his thrusts up into you.

You were barely seated on the table and the rest of you was busy clinging to the villain that took extreme pleasure in thrusting into you, holding you in that precarious position as he snapped his hips up. The way you whined and mewled only seemed to send more pleasure into his body as his golden eyes were nearly filmed over with need, staring at you the same way a degenerate sinner stared at their salvation. A particularly firm thrust into a rather sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you made you begin to tear up, feeling the way he pummeled into that spot with an intense fervor.

"Cry for me... Let me see how much my cock is stirring you up inside."

"Too much..! I- ah! It's too much!"

"Come on, (y/n), I want to see those pretty tears of yours."

The way his voice seemed huskier in your ear and the near demanding tone he took all while slamming into you only served to scramble your thoughts even more. You had already given up on physically fighting back long before your movement returned to you, so now you had no choice but to lean into the pleasure he sparked in your overstimulated brain. Heavy tears blurred your vision and began to roll down your cheeks as you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling your body practically constrict around the wildly thrusting cock inside of you.

The sensation drew a long and harsh moan from his throat, feeling the guttural way it rumbled in his chest. Instead of slowing him, the constriction of your warm pussy only seemed to spur him on even faster and harsher than before. From the way his skin slapped against yours, you knew your soft flesh was going to be bruised, his grip already leaving strained dark marks.

"Say it. Say my name!"

He barked out his order and you gasped, feeling that coiling tightness inside of you getting so tantalizingly close to that edge of release. He dropped one of your thighs in favor of gripping the back of your skull and forcing you to stare into his feral golden eyes, that glazed look overtaken by sharp clarity and need.

"Say it!"

"K-Kai!"

"Again!"

"Kai!"

You moaned and chanted his name like a mantra, barely able to focus enough to see the way his eyes rolled back. That hand on your thigh hitched your leg on his hip, snaking around to your clit and rubbing harshly as if he were rewarding you for doing as he said. The stimulation from his fingers pressing and rubbing sent you reeling in pleasured release, dragging him with you with the same intensity.

He pressed his entire body against your own and you felt the slight scratch of his starched dress-shirt against your exposed breasts, feeling his sharp bare hips eagerly press against your malleable and plush thighs. His body shuddered intensely as hot ropes of liquid splashed into you, feeling like he was filling up your womb with hot cum. Tears fell freely down your cheeks as the bliss sparked wildly through your nerves, digging your nails into his shoulders.

As the sensation abated and left you panting, your legs slipping from his hips, he caught your thighs, adjusting you in his grasp. You were content to let him move you as a wave of exhaustion overcame you, feeling the way he let his cock soften inside of you before pulling out. For a moment you thought he was going to leave your limp figure on the table before something else was shoved inside of you, plugging your still sensitive hole and preventing his cum from leaving you.

"Wh-what..?"

"Well, I found your idea of us having children to be so appealing I decided to go ahead with preparations. Which means my cum needs to stay in you for greater chances of pregnancy. You just rest, I can handle clean-up and moving you into my room. We'll make fantastic parents."

You didn't have the energy to argue or fight against him, feeling the uncomfortable plug keeping the slowly cooling cum deep inside of you. Somehow, you felt he would make sure you never left his side again.

[bunabi]

noncon means non-consensual. now role-playing that is called CONSENSUAL non consent, also called CNC. "noncon" doesn't mean it's cnc

thanks for clarifying

con-non-con is a mouthful so I don't blame anyone for shortening it ? maybe that's what previous anon was getting at, in which case that's my bad

[hurtthemgently]

Demon tail whump ideas-

Cold, always fun. Force their tail under freezing water, or hold ice cubes against it. See how long it takes for it to go numb.

Shock collar, but small, meant to go around the tail

Put heavy jewelry on their tail and make them hold it up. After a while the strain will be agony

Restraining them by something pierced through their tail, such as a knife or doornail. Or put a piercing through the fin and attach it to a chain.

Bite it. Bite their tail.

Tie a cute little bow next to the fin

Get a whip, cane, or riding crop and mark up their back and tail.

Have a bunch of sewing needles and don’t know where to put them? Your demons tail makes an excellent pincushion.

Holy water has plenty of fun possibilities

Grab their tail and tug sharply. Pull around them by it.

[yourgaydads]

wrote a miserable orpheus/corinthian non-con fic for the new year!

[xluminaheart]

When he looked at her face, all he could see was shining silver scales.

“I can’t believe you’re mine.” A low murmur. “I can’t believe I’m going to have you all to myself.”

And then a hand touched his neck in a caress, and Nezha felt his vision go black.

Rin's possessiveness during sex reminds Nezha of something he would rather forget.

(one-shot, 1.3k words)

Please heed the content warnings for this one as it’s quite intense