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hopesangelsprite · 2 months ago

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Night Crawler

Pairing: Yandere!Best Friend x Reader

Summary: Love makes you do crazy things sometimes. . . but lust makes you do even crazier things.

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, Breaking and Entering, Mentions of Death/Murder, Fingering, Choking/Breathplay, P in V, Prone, Pinning, Size Difference/Kink, Humiliation, Degradation, Creampie

MINORS/AGELESS ACC DNI

Viewer discretion is advised.

Yandere!Best Friend who craves your attention, praise, and dedication 24/7 and hates when anyone or anything comes in between you and him. This leads him to form a particularly sinister hostility toward your family. Every time he sees you with them his stomach turns with envy. He absolutely abhors it; the way you smile at your mother and care for your father, the way you play around and encourage your siblings. It sickens him to his core.

In a fit of jealous rage, he decides that enough is enough. He decides he'll k!ll your family and keep you all for himself.

Yandere!Best Friend who breaks in and creeps throughout your home on a particularly stormy night, using the bad weather to conceal him and his evil intentions. It's in the earlier hours of the morning, the sky dark and sunrise hours away, so everyone's dead asleep. He's chosen a night you're supposed to be away, wanting to avoid the possibility of you waking up while he basically slaughtered everyone you loved. It'd be hard to watch you grieve over the massacre, but he'd be sure to swoop in and console you when the time was right.

To his pleasant surprise, however, he finds you sleeping peacefully in a guest room far from the rest of your family. His breath hitches in his throat as he looks you over, distorted moonlight washing over your delicate frame. Your pajamas are tiny and thin, made of soft cotton and lace. The fabric does nothing to hide your curves from his prying eyes and when you roll onto your stomach, he can feel his pants becoming uncomfortably tight.

For a while he just stares, watching you sleep from your doorway like the creep he is. You're beautiful and he truly can't help himself. A bolt of thunder crashes outside and a wicked idea forms in the back of his mind. He's come here to get rid of your family but. . . he could use you to get off instead. You weren't even supposed to be here, so there was no way he's gonna let this opportunity slip through his fingers.

With the quietness of a mouse and the stealth of a cat, he slinks into your room and locks the door behind him. He draws closer with bated breath, cock throbbing as he gets a better look at your sleeping form. Though he can't see your pretty face, your ass makes up for any lack. Gently, he trails his fingertips down the small of your back and lets them hover just above your left cheek. He doesn't want to wake you, but he doesn't want to deprive himself of your body either. He carefully lowers his hand, gradually palming the entirety of your ass cheek with large, lengthy digits. In this moment, he's tempted to take you right away.

Yandere! Best Friend who restrains himself, lowering his hands to dip between your thighs. You shift in your sleep at the feeling, causing him to still, but simply adjust your position. He continues to explore after a while, nearly creaming his pants when he discovers your shorts are the only thing between him and your bare cunt. Without hesitation, he tugs them to the side and begins exploring your folds.

You stir again, soft whimpers escaping your lips. This time your eyelids flutter open, and you begin to wake. With quickness, your assailant is upon you, a large hand covering your mouth before you're mounted to keep you still. Panic floods your system as you struggle to escape, but he's just so much bigger and stronger than you are. As you begin to kick, the hand that had previously been between your legs wraps around your throat and squeezes. "Keep making a fuss. I'll tie you up, kill everybody in the house, and leave you for last.", he growls into your ear softly. Though your brain is still muddled with sleep, you register the threat and stop moving completely.

"Atta girl.", he coos before removing the hand choking you and returning to play with you through your shorts, "If you keep being sweet, I'll be extra good to you!". Tears well behind your lashes and you try to think of ways to escape him while he kisses along your cheek and neck. However, he's got you pinned and at his mercy; even if you were to break free, there's no way you'd get to your family in time to warn them.

Your train of thought is broken by the feeling of his thick digits pushing past your entrance and butting against that spongey spot you'd never been able to find on your own. As he presses against it, a muffled moan flows from you, and slick begins to pour from your core. "Well, well, well. Looks like you're a lot more agreeable than I'd thought you'd be.", he hums while pumping his fingers into you at a steady pace. You shudder at the growing tension in the pit of your stomach, and it only grows when he starts nipping at your shoulder blade.

More whimpers and moans are pulled from you as he continues working you toward an orgasm. You know you should be screaming or crying, doing everything in you power to get away. But as his pace quickens you find yourself rutting back against him shamefully. That same shame makes you wetter and wetter with every single sweet nothing he whispers into your ears. It's all too much and too quick for your still waking body and the tension in your tummy crescendos. Your body spasms beneath his larger one, your vision blurs as tears of pleasure leak from your eyes. Broken moans tumble from you as you cum on the fingers of your attacker, only drawing away from him as you near overstimulation.

You shudder as the fingers are removed from your cunt, leaving you gaping and exposed to the cool air and hungry eyes of a predator. Your body tenses in anticipation causing you to curse yourself for the twisted sense of excitement blooming in your core. The sound of a belt unbuckling meets your ears, and you clench around nothing, pulse skyrocketing as he begins to speak. "Usually, I'd prep you a little more, get a good taste of you. . .", he trails off while pulling his member free from his pants, "But I don't think I can wait any longer.". Slowly, he drags his tip between your glistening folds, breathing becoming unsteady as he presses it into your entrance.

Had his hand still not been over your mouth, the sound you'd just made would've woken the entire house. Fat tears roll down your cheeks and onto his hand as you struggle to stay still. Every insanely thick inch being pushed inside you makes you think you'll be split in two, every vein along his shaft becomes acquainted with your walls to further spike the sudden increase in stimulation. After a very long while, he bottoms out, pelvis flat against the swell of your ass. He wastes no time setting a quick and rhythmic pace.

Yandere!Best Friend who fucks you through the pain of being stretched past your limits and into mind numbing pleasure. Wanton, muffled moans fill the air along with the lewd sound of skin contacting skin. Your attacker moans whorishly into your ear making butterflies flutter in the pit of your stomach. "You feel so fucking good, such a sweet girl for me.", he praises and your walls flutter around him. He curses under his breath at the feeling, slowing to a grind so that you're forced to feel every inch of him intimately. After a few more long and languid thrusts, he gradually picks up speed until you're afraid your bed might start creaking and wake someone.

The new cadence is brutal, but you try and match it. Any sense of shame, humiliation, or fear you'd felt earlier is gone, all thoughts silenced as your brain prioritizes cumming on his cock. One particularly wild thrust causes his hand to shift, a few digits slipping into your mouth. You welcome them with an enthusiastic suck, moaning and deep throating them like a whore. A breathless chuckle just barely registers in the back of your mind, too busy sucking and getting railed into oblivion to fully acknowledge it. "Who knew my pretty girl was such a slut, huh?", he groans into your skin, "You're gonna drain me dry pretty soon.".

The sound of his voice, the taste of his skin, the drag of his cock against all your most sensitive areas culminate to push you over the edge and you come hard. Your eyes roll back into your head, only allowing you to see stars, and your body spasms. Waves of slick pour from your cunt and you can feel his pace falter as he, too, begins to lose himself inside you.

A string of curse words tumbles from his lips as his balls tighten. Shaky breaths and choppy moans filled your room, masked by thunder, as he paints your velvety walls white with hot ropes of thick cum. The warmth filling your tummy draws a shiver from you and you feel his seed begin to trickle from you with each new spurt pumped into you.

After a second, he stops cumming and pulls his softening cock from your spent pussy. You want to turn over and get a good look at him as he redresses himself but the fatigue of being destroyed quickly overtakes you. Your vision blurs in and out of focus as he dips down to kiss your forehead, turning to open your window once he has. Without another word spoken, he disappears into the night. Disappointment at being unable to see his face and confusion as to whether or not you'd imagined this entire thing blooms in your brain, but unconsciousness subdues you before they can. It didn't really matter that you hadn't been able to see his face tonight.

This wasn't the last time he'd be visiting you.

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Solo Leveling: TAESHIK, DONGSOO, BARUKA

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LADS: Predator Zayne, PREDATOR CALEB, Predator Rafayel

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clown-bimbo · 5 months ago

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Despite being transmigrated to a world of magic almost completely different to your own, with a rich history and culture you know nothing about, you are still expected to go to school.

And you can't even get any of your medications for it.

You're like halfway through the school year, and you are stressed. Maybe that's putting it nicely. You are stressed, pressed, and depressed, and studying for a history test of a world you were never a part of. And on top of all the typical school bullshit, there's also your social life, Grim, whatever bullshit Crowley throws your way. There's also the crushing dread you'll never get home again, and the depression that comes with your situation and oh yeah the depression that runs rampant in your brain without the proper chemicals to tell it to shut up.

You're fuckin S T R E S S E D.

And your buddies are starting to notice it.

Hi, and welcome to the first horny addition to Stuck In TWST Without Meds. Today we'll be taking a look at how Cater, Trey, Leona, Rook, Vil, Idia, and Malleus might fuck your brains out to distract you from the fucking everything in your life.

18+ content below the cut. minors, this one isn't for you

all characters (including you) are 18+. established relationships.

In hindsight I don't think this is at all "smutty" enough so I'm sorry!!! But I'm really proud of how each one ends. Might go back and make them smuttier or make a smuttier part two idk but I like how it is rn

🍀

Trey already typically stays up fairly late, what with vice housewarden duties and all, but he's surprised to find you have him beat. When he left you in his room, it was with your promise that you'd be done in a minute. Buy he was gone for a good half hour longer than 'a minute', and there you were, still at his desk, furiously scribbling away with bags under your eyes.

Cute.

You don't even notice when he comes up from behind you to place a small kiss on your cheek.

"I think it's about time for bed, prefect."

"Just a minute."

"That's what you said an hour ago."

That gets you to actually look at the time. You whimper at the hour gone (and little progress made), but brush him off.

"It'll only take a minute."

Trey sighs and shakes his head.

He considers for a second leaving you be, but this is the man who got Riddle away from studying for treats. He's got tricks up his sleeve. Though he is about to use some very different tricks for you.

It starts with his hands on your shoulders. Innocent little rubs to your shoulders. Another kiss to your cheek. A kiss to your jaw. A kiss to your neck... that sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. A nibble.

His hands are moving, too. From your shoulders, to your biceps. Soon he's taking your hand in his, holding it up to his lips.

"Trey--"

"Yes?"

"W-what," You suck in a breath as he leaves another love bite on your neck. "What are you doing?"

He simply hums.

His other hand gets to your thigh.

Your pen is abandoned.

💎

Cater whines your name from his spot on his bed.

"Just a second, Cater."

"But that's what you said an hour ago!"

He has that adorable look in his eyes, and if you'd only look at him!!! he KNOWS he'd have you in his hands.

But you won't, and he doesn't.

He flops back onto the bed with a sigh.

Until he gets an idea.

For a second, one foolish second, you think you have peace. Until you start hearing a quiet but telltale shlick shlick shlick.

His breathing starts to quicken. Then he's oanting. Soon you can hear quiet moans escape his lips.

And you can hear your name as well.

God damn it.

Cater grins as you finally get up from his desk.

🦁

Your stress is stressing Leona out.

He's lounging on his bed while you work on studying for Trein's test. Leona commented that you're taking freshman history, which is "baby stuff" to which you reminded him "I AM LITERALLY NOT FROM THIS WORLD, LEONA." And, to his credit, he did try to tutor you, but Leona is the kind of tutor that only works for certain individuals and you, bless your heart, are not that type.

So he gave up (lazy lion) while you continued to work. But he can basically hear your cogs turning from his spot and it's just not productive for either of you.

So, with a growl, Leona grabs you by the collar, only to start aggressively unbuttoning it.

"Leona-"

"Shut up."

"Leona, I-"

To which you are met with a 'shut up' kiss.

But you're pretty quick to forgive him once he has you on your knees under him.

"You're working too hard, Herbivore." He grunts from over you. "Give that little brain of yours a break and let me do all the work, alright?"

🏹

It's already difficult for you to continue studying when you have Rook whispering all sorts of French terms of endearment into your ear.

He's all over you, trying to coax you away from work and into bed with massages and the aforementioned French nothings.

Nothing.

He sighs, leaning back.

Until a wicked little idea brings a grin to his face.

"Mon amour," He whispers, to which you hum in reply. "I'm going to get a snack." Another hum.

A second later you feel a hand at your pants zipper. You look down to see none other than Rook, of course, hitting you with a closed eyed smile.

👑

Vil had been helping you with your homework. Bit even after he had stopped to get changed for bed, you had kept to it. And now you had vil worried about you. While he respected your gumption, you weren't going to get anything out of staying up all night and worrying yourself. You had used up your productive hours (quite productively, he would like to add) and now it is time for sleep.

He calls your name once.

...

Oh, this will not do.

He stalks over to you. He reaches out with one perfectly manicured hand and traces your jawline.

"Darling," He purrs. "It's time for bed."

"I cant." You reply. "I-"

"Uh, uh, uh, uh." He brings a slender finger to your lips. He takes your chin between his fingers and turns you to look at him.

"It's time for bed." He repeats. "Are you going to behave for me, or am I going to have to show a naughty little spud its place?"

💀

Let's be real, Idia's probably not going to sleep at a reasonable time, but he's also not staying up stewing over homework. If he's gonna have you staying up all night in his room with him it's gonna be—

W-w-w-wait, not like that!!! He was gonna say if you're gonna be staying up all night with him it would be cuz you're playing videos games! That's all!!

Oh, but now he's thinking about it... but you're working... ugh, but it's such beginner knowledge! But you're so focused... you... you wouldn't notice if he–

But you do notice. You do notice the 6 foot tall flaming haired nerd (affectionate) humping against you. It would be harder not to notice.

🐉

Malleus is concerned about his precious child of man. He can see how stressed you are. How hard you work. He wants nothing more than alleviate the troubles plaguing your mind.

And Lilia had a... curious suggestion.

Youre working away within your own dorm room when there's a knock at your door.

Malleus grins down at you.

"May I come in?"

And you say yes.

You worry about your work left upstairs, but you play the role of gracious host and prepare him a cup of tea. He takes a seat.

"You've been troubled recently." He notes.

You sigh. "I've just been stressed with all this work."

"I see." He's silent for a moment. "I dont like seeing you in so much distress." He confesses. "Might I offer my assistance?"

You blink. "Oh, sure. Yes, I'd love that. Thank you." You expect he's going to help you study.

You do not expect, however, for him to press you up against a wall and his lips against yours.

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yooboobies · 8 months ago

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a technology that should be studied 👅

{cr. namuspromised, dwellingsouls, 0613data}

#pat... pat listen to me! i know i said 20 or more. but. i decided NOT to use fan content so......... like..... 18 it is IM SORRY #bts #btsgif #dailybts #btsedit #yoongi #min yoongi #bts yoongi #suga #bts suga #rékagif #usersky #in case anyone was wondering no im not okay after this thanks #flashing tw #tw flasing gif #flashing lights

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ccazimi · 6 months ago

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Nightingale

read pt. 2 here

CW: stepcest, noncon/dubcon, f!reader, dacryphilia, handjob, playing with panties, biting, degradation, slapping, cumplay?, reader is a bit insecure, modern au, lmk if i missed anything else WC: 4.3k 18+, MDNI a/n: props to anyone that knows the title's reference

You sit in your room, mouth open in a small O as you concentrate on meticulously applying a few finishing touches of mascara to the ends of your lashes. The warm light of the lamp illuminates the wash of color on your cheeks and lips, a floral chypre perfume hanging redolent in the air.

Careful, spread the lashes evenly-

Your door swings open and in bursts your menace of a stepbrother Sukuna, causing you to lose your steadfast focus and smear some of the mascara on your upper lid.

Immediately you feel rage snap in you, gritting your teeth and grabbing an earbud to pour some micellar water on it to try and erase the black marks as cleanly as you can.

“Hey,” he greets you as he saunters across your room and sinks onto the mattress of your bed like it's his own. “So what’s my dumb little sis getting all dolled up for? Or should I say who?”

You take a deep breath, focusing on soaking the earbud in the makeup remover. He's just trying to rile you up as usual.

“Stepsister,” you correct him calmly. “And that’s none of your business.”

“Do you want me to come over there and slap you?” He's lounging across your bed as he casually threatens you, arms crossed behind his head.

You wince, not wanting to find out whether he's bluffing or not.

Truth was, you're intimidated by him.

Your parents might be blind to it (routinely giving the three of you sappy lectures on how it didn’t matter now that you were “step” siblings and that you should consider each other as blood), but both Sukuna and Yuuji know.

Yuuji being the good sibling he is, takes it upon himself to shield you from Sukuna’s antics whenever possible. But with the end of the semester nearing, he's been busier with classes lately, leaving you alone here with his older brother.

“I have a date,” you sigh. “So if you could please just not bother m-”

“’Sukuna, please leave me alone!’” he mocks your voice before laughing meanly, a deep sound that threatens to heat your cheeks a little more than you’d like to admit. “Shut up. God, you’re such a spoiled fucking brat.”

You purse your lips, trying to focus on dabbing away the mascara and keeping his words from stinging you.

But they do, maybe because you know that it's somewhat true. After all, it's the very reason why Sukuna feels entitled to the room you have to yourself while he has to share one with Yuuji. It's not your fault you're treated as such, and while you are grateful you do also feel a bit guilty.

“Well at least my stupid little sister’s finally getting some play,” he laments, sitting up over the edge of your bed and stretching. “Twenty-one and still a virgin…as a girl too.”

Whatever that means.

You finish removing the smeared mascara and sit back, hoping the warm lighting and painted blush will conceal the hints of pink creeping into your cheeks.

“How would you even know if I was a virgin or not?” you try to defend yourself. But a falter in your voice when you catch his large frame making its way towards you in the mirror gives away your trepidation.

You weren’t like Yuuji or Sukuna, a bit quieter and shyer than the two of them. You especially couldn’t live up to Sukuna who was, unfortunately, actually quite good-looking and knew it too - hooking up with random girls every other weekend and coming back home disheveled, covered in the smell of women’s perfume or with lipstick stains on his skin.

You feel outclassed, perhaps part of the reason you’d decided to put yourself a bit more out there and had landed a date with some funny mutual you’d met in college.

“Oh, come on.” Sukuna kneels beside you and it takes all your willpower not to flinch when he runs darkly painted nails through the locks of your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear. “Its so embarrassingly obvious you’ve never been with a man. I mean look at how stiff you are with me right next to you right now.”

He's too close to you for your comfort right now, and you catch your body instinctively tensing away. You drop your eyes, unable to meet his in the mirror. They're the most peculiar shade of brown you’ve ever seen -closer to red if anything- and if you don't control yourself, you’d get lost looking into them a bit too long.

“I need to brush my hair,” you mutter, hoping to loosen some of the air constricting itself around your chest. “I’ll be late.”

This was a lie, of course. You’d begun getting ready so you could take your time and still be fully ready by the time your date came to pick you up at 8. It's currently only 6:45.

You reach for the wooden brush on the dresser but Sukuna catches your wrist before you can grab it.

“Let me.”

His tone is low and velvety but you know it's more of a demand than an offer from the glint in his eyes.

Did he always look so…hungry?

“I wanna brush my little sister’s pretty hair.”

A lump had formed itself in your throat that you now try to force down. You're not stupid; you've damn well caught onto the fact that he's mocking you, that this act is just an imitation of gentle affection for what would normally be a wholesome act between two siblings.

“You...um…you really don’t have to…”

Sukuna just chuckles as he tightens his grip on your wrist and stands, forcing you to rise to your legs alongside him as he drags you to the edge of the bed in front of the mirror.

“I don’t have to do anything. I only do what I want.” He sits and pulls you down unceremoniously onto his lap before you can resist. “Do whatever I want, and take whatever I want.”

You stifle a small gasp, heart in your mouth at the uncomfortable position you're suddenly in- between his spread legs.

Unfortunately, he feels you trying to stand back up and delivers a swift swat to the side of your thigh. “Sit properly.”

You oblige, more out of intimidation than anything else, that gnawing feeling in your gut only growing as you position yourself on his firm thigh. The faint scent of his cologne curls into your nostrils, a cold woody masculine scent mingling with the sweet fragrance of your own perfume that clings to your skin and hair.

This isn’t weird…right? He's only brushing your hair, much like your mother used to do when you were younger.

“Start at the ends,” you tell him, hoping to get through this ordeal as quickly as possible.

Your hair doesn’t have too many knots anyway, it's just freshly washed and a little disarrayed.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” And as if to prove a point, he drags the brush down all the way from the crown of your skull. “Just sit there and look pretty, okay?”

You shift uncomfortably, mentally cursing yourself out for being so stiff. Why were you so uneasy?

You don’t want to entertain the thought that he's getting you worked up- not before a date, and most definitely not because of your stepbrother.

Either you have more tangles in your hair than you’d thought or Sukuna just really doesn’t care to make the process of combing it painless. He guides the brush through with firm strokes, going straight through rougher or more matted areas, causing you to squirm on his lap as your scalp stings with the pull of strands.

“Ow! Sukuna that hurts, can you please be more gentle? You’re gonna rip out all my hair,” you whine trying to claw at the brush, earning another slap to your thigh, harder than the last. “Hey!”

“Aww, it hurts does it?” he coos, voice dripping with taunting pity. “Poor baby. I’ll make sure it hurts a lot worse if you don’t stay still.” He emphasizes his point with a particularly harsh yanking of the bristles through a small knot near your neck.

“Why are you being like this?”

“What do you mean?” The major knots are mostly out now, but you still have to suppress some whimpers as he drags the comb through patches of remaining tangles. “I just want my little sis to look good for her first ever date. Maybe after getting a taste of some dick you won’t be so much of a stuck-up prissy bitch anymore.”

You stiffen at his words, crass and shameless as ever. “Huh? Is that what you think of me?”

“You really wanna know all the things I think of you?”

“No, I’m sure I don’t,” you say quickly, shifting your hair so that it covers the burning tips of your ears.

Finally the long drags of the brush come to an end, and to his credit your hair does feel silky despite the pain you’d been put through.

Sukuna stares at you for a second before breaking into a smirk and pushing you off his lap like he didn’t seat you there in the first place.

“What are you wearing?”

It would be a fair question if you weren’t already dressed in the outfit you’d chosen- a black corset top and an elegant laced skirt that dropped till your ankles, complete with a sheer black cardigan.

“Well…this is what I’m wearing,” you mutter uncertainly, suddenly unsure of your outfit of choice and doubting yourself.

Were your clothes too formal? Did you put on too much makeup? What if you bored your date?

It hits you that this is the first time you're ever going out with a guy and suddenly you can feel your nerves fraying.

You hate it, but you are inexperienced just like how Sukuna always agonizes you for.

Sukuna’s smirk grows, sharp canines proudly showing themselves off. “I meant underneath, you dumb girl.”

Your brain short circuited as you try to process what he's talking about. “Wha-”

Sukuna abruptly hooks a finger at the waistband of your skirt and tugs it downwards to reveal the new pair of lacy blank panties you’d saved just for tonight.

“Ohh, scandalous. I like those,” he purrs.

Your skin burns as his salacious eyes rove across the fabric before you finally pull out of his grasp and jerk your skirt back into place, a familiar pinch in your sinuses warning you of the tears that are threatening to well up in humiliation.

To make matters worse, he's unmoved and cold as ever. “Too bad such sexy lingerie is wasted on a girl with no experience. That poor fucker doesn’t know what he’s in for.”

“We’re not even going to have sex!”

He rolls his eyes. “Oh, please. You don’t wear panties like those for yourself- I bet even your bra matches.”

….How did he know that? Were you really that predictable?

“Stop it!” You tried to blink away droplets that began to blur the corners of your vision. "What the hell is your problem, Sukuna?"

“You’ve never even seen a dick in real life, have you?”

In real life.

Well, he got you there. Again.

His tactic had worked, leaving you to feel stupid and inadequate, especially when confronted about it by Sukuna and put to shame.

Tears finally cascade and you quickly turn your cheek, desperately wiping so he won’t catch them.

But it's too late.

“Aww, are you crying?” he asks with what might’ve sounded like concern if it weren’t for the wicked pleasure painted all over his face. “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do. Cry and whine pathetically now that there’s no Yuuji to white knight you. You’re so fucking pathetic.”

The pressure in your head builds painfully until you can no longer contain it and you turn away, rubbing your nose on your sleeve and crying even more once you realize your makeup is probably ruined, only adding to the mess.

It's stupid, he's just saying mean shit on purpose, but god does it burn in all the right spots.

Having had enough, you twist away and bolt towards the open door so that you can cry out the rest of your tears away from his unbearable presence.

But somehow his arm's wrapping around you as you’d barely made it through the doorframe, and lifting you up over his shoulder.

“Don’t you dare walk away when I’m talking to you. Where the fuck are your manners?”

Teardrops continue to roll down your cheeks as he carries you back into your room and drops you on the ground before sitting back on the bed.

“What��what do you want from me?” you choke out, looking up at him from where you're crumpled on the floor. “You’ve ruined my date before it even started. Are you happy now? Is this what you wanted?”

Sukuna peers down at you over the bridge of his nose, the black tattoos framing his face seeming sharper than before.

“Take off your panties.”

Your blood goes cold, face draining of color before the heat returns even more intensely, burning at your cheeks.

“Are you…you’re not serious…” You let out a high laugh, sure that this is another sick joke he's playing to further torment you.

Your stomach sinks when his gaze only hardens, taking on an unsettling, almost predatory quality.

“Do I not look serious to you?”

The air feels like it's rapidly leaving the room, and suddenly there isn’t enough oxygen in your lungs, the last of your breath stuck inside your throat.

He sighs. “I won’t ask again.”

You scramble to your feet, anger now beginning to surge through you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? This isn’t funny. I’m gonna tell mom and da-”

Within the blink of an eye he gets up and a crack cuts through the room in time with a sharp stinging across your cheek. You stare at him in shock through wide glossy eyes, heat blooming across your skin where his palm had connected with it.

You’ve never felt so disrespected, so demeaned. One would only dare lay hands on another like that if they considered them less than human.

It reminds you of how your mother used to slap as you as a child.

And with how coldly he's glaring down at you with nothing but a glint of amusement in his piercing eyes, your tears overflow once again before you can stop them.

“Take. Them. Off.”

You try to steady your breathing despite the concoction of hurt, disgust and shame roiling in your stomach.

“You’re fucked in the head, you know that?” you spit as he sits back down and you bend to lift the length of your skirt, reaching for the hem of your panties.

“Better than you think, princess.” He flashes you a sleazy grin, watching intently as you drag the underwear down your legs, draping your skirt over your cunt to preserve some modesty.

Finally you lift one foot to remove it entirely, and then another. You bunch the cloth up in your fist before either of you can get a good look at it.

But Sukuna grabs your arm, pulling you harshly back into his lap like before but this time with his leg slotted between yours. You cringe inwardly at the feeling of your now bare pussy rubbing on the thin fabric against the shape of his leg through his sweats.

“What are you doing?” you question shakily, heart jumping erratically in your chest.

Sukuna snatches the bundled ball of your panties from your fingers in response, eliciting a yelp from you.

Your phone buzzes from where it lays on your dresser though the noise goes completely unheard by you.

“I’m gonna show you how to please a man, doll,” he breathes against your ear, depraved words dripping with something dark and ravaged enough to send a shiver down your spine. “My cock is gonna be the first one you ever touch.” He presses you further into his lap, pushing up something long and hard against your ass.

Your mind blanks again, fresh tears collecting at your lash line at the feel of his hard dick against you, a reminder that seals your fate of whatever's going to happen.

“I don’t want this…Please stop, I won’t tell mom, dad, or Yuuji, or anyone I swear. I’ll even give you my room, anything,” you try to bargain desperately though deep down you know it's all to no avail.

Sukuna only laughs and holds up your panties, unfurling them to inspect the crotch.

To your horror it's considerably damp, your slick reflecting in a thin sheen that tells you it's fresh too.

“Don’t want this, huh?”

You screw your eyes shut, too chagrined to even defend yourself or excuse it as just normal discharge.

Even though that has to be what it is, because there's no way in hell your body was actually turned on by this.

And you absolutely refuse to acknowledge the warmth slipping out from between your thighs right now.

“Hey.” He lightly slaps your cheek. “Open your eyes. No looking away.”

You force yourself to open your lids, immediately wanting to close them again when you find him lifting your underwear to his lips. He sticks out a tattooed tongue, dragging it through some of the wetness that you’d left on it.

“Oh fuck yes.” Sukuna lets out the most obscene groan of pleasure, and you blush as you feel his dick twitch beneath you.

It's fucked up and disgusts you to no end, yet you can’t deny the smallest sliver of pleasure seeing that he clearly likes your taste.

He quickly fumbles with the waistband of his pants, shifting them low enough to slip his erect cock out. You let out a small gasp at the sight of his manhood- it looks angry, with a fat weeping reddened tip and branches of veins that crawl up the sides of his massive girth.

And is that a tattoo around the base-

He laughs cockily at your reaction of being so taken aback by the sight that you’d temporarily stopped crying. “Like what you see lil sis?”

You open your mouth planning to say ‘no’, but nothing comes out except a stupid noise somewhere between a cry and a squeak.

“Jerk me off with your panties.”

“Huh?”

“What, are you dumb or something? Want me to say it in another language?”

The audacity of him to look at you like you're the problem here.

To be fair you do feel effectively stupefied right now, panicked eyes shifting between his dead serious face and leaking dick. “I don’t know how to…”

“Right, how could I forget what a prude my sister is,” Sukuna sighs.

He takes your panties, wrapping the damp part of the crotch around his shaft under his fist, and begins pumping.

Somewhere in the distance your phone buzzes again, but you're too absorbed in how he breathes out in relief at the pressure, eyes growing hazier before he stops again. “Like that. Your turn now.”

You swallow and without thinking, curl your fingers around the fabric to hold it in place as you grip his cock. You begin moving your hand up and down, copying his motions, a bit hesitantly at first.

His lips part, hot breath ghosting across your face as his breathing becomes heavier. “Fuck, do it harder.”

You tighten your grip and speed up your movements, reveling in the effect it has on him.

“Ahh, yes, that’s a good girl.” He grips the side of your thigh, nails digging into the soft flesh. “Keep this up and you might actually be worth something for once.”

You bite your lip, hating that you aren’t hating this whole thing as much anymore. Despising the way you feel more wetness seep out of you, nipples stiffening underneath your bra.

Sukuna’s large hands are roaming now, grabbing the flesh around your ass and trailing up to grope your chest through your clothes. He squeezes your right tit harshly, causing an involuntary moan to fall out of your mouth.

Oh god, you were really losing it now.

“Mmm, I wish those pretty noises were the only ones that came outta your mouth instead of that bitching and whining you do all the time.”

Even when he's in the middle of getting pleasured he's so mean to you, and you hadn’t even realized you're crying again as you jerk him off with increasing fervor.

You vaguely think about resigning to not let out another sound for his satisfaction but the idea is quickly snatched away from you before you can even consider it as he dips his head to place open lips on the hollow of your neck under your jaw.

A wet tongue runs across the surface before he starts hungrily sucking the delicate skin wherever he can, as sloppily as possible.

“You’re so lucky your first time doing something like this is with your older brother, don’t you think?” he murmurs against your skin. “You should thank me.”

“You’re disgusting,” you whimper, watching sticky precum continuously leak from his slit. “Ouch!”

He bites your neck, causing a sharp pinch where his teeth press painfully down into the skin, threatening to break it. “Say it, bitch.”

“Th-thank you…”

You squeal as he nips your neck again, even harder. “Thank you for what? And address me properly.”

Your cheeks burn even more if that's even possible, but the thin stretch of sore skin held between his teeth has the words rolling off your tongue. “Thank you for letting me jerk you off, big brother.”

You cringe at what you’d just said as his hips jerk up, thrusting his cock into your fist.

“Oh, you’re so welcome my darling little sister,” he drawls.

Sukuna lifts his head and you steal a glance at his drunken face. The look on it has your own pussy reflexively clenching around nothing, against his leg. You quickly shift, praying he didn’t feel the movement, but of course,

“Even your poor little pussy’s begging for my cock right now. Should I give her what she needs?”

You draw in a breath as your stomach flips, about to panic when the sound of a car pulling up into your driveway gives you something different to freak out over instead.

“Sukuna, I think…I think my date’s here…” You slow your movements to reach for your phone, now registering the buzzing that had been coming from it earlier.

But he wraps his own hand around yours and squeezes, rapidly picking up the pace and forcing you to jerk him off with increasing intensity. “You’ll just-fuck-have to make me cum even faster then, huh?”

Your eyes widen but you comply, trying to ignore your anxiety as you reach a thumb over and it grazes his tip, spreading the liquid that had collected there and dragging it down with the movements.

“Oh, shit-” He throws his head back as with a final thrust of his hips, his whole body tenses and suddenly ropes upon ropes of hot cum are spurting out, most of it catching on the inside of your panties he's wrapped around his tip.

After a few entrancing moments he stills and you look incredulously at the white that paints the fancy new pair of underwear you’d bought.

“Sukuna! I just got these-”

“Wear them.” He holds them up to you, black lace now a stained, dirtied mess.

“What?”

“Seriously, are you hard of hearing or something? I said wear them. Don’t wanna keep your date waiting, do you?”

“Sukuna…” you plead through a new wave of tears, unable to even look at the soiled panties now.

“Keep crying and I’ll get hard again. Which you’ll have to take care, by the way.”

You don’t bother to wipe your tears, just letting them fall as you snatch your underwear from him and stand to hastily slip it back on. The sensation of his drying seed against your folds sends a shudder through you, the liquid cool and tacky now.

It feels fucking filthy.

Even dirtier when you think of how you’ll be wearing his cum stains as you sit across from your date in a nice restaurant, realizing that there's no chance you could show them off now even if you wanted to.

You can’t stand to face Sukuna, the most lecherous grin wiped across his face at you trying to collect yourself after the ruined state he’s left you in.

Your phone rings and you quickly pick it up, the call from your date just like you’d expected.

“Hey! I don’t know if you saw my messages but I came to pick you up a bit earlier than expected, if that’s alright.”

You look at the time. 7:30.

You turn away from Sukuna and clear your throat, trying to sound as lighthearted as possible. “Oh, sorry I was in the shower. It's alright, just give me five and I’ll be out, okay- ah-”

You stifle a yelp as you feel a large hand suddenly shoved into the waist of your skirt, long fingers pressing against your mound to rub the dirtied fabric against your cunt, smearing his cum along your damp skin.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes!” you say a little too quickly, stomach twisting at how he's touching you while you're on the phone with the man you're about to go out with. “I’ll be out.” You quickly hang up as Sukuna’s hand slips back out from under your skirt.

Your cheeks burn in shame as you turn towards him, wanting to say something, anything, to Sukuna who’s already tucked back into his pants and heading for the door. But it'ss all too much and you end up remaining utterly silent in your overwhelmed state.

He stops by you, giving you an almost endearing pat to the head with a shit-eating grin. “Have fun, lil sis.”

With that, you're left alone in your room, like nothing had even happened.

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xreadergoodies · 5 months ago

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thinking about big bro!gojo ruining me with his insanely long, pretty fingers and just giggling at the drooly, babbling mess he makes of me

#jjk smut #tw #content warning #dc #18 + only #dark jjk #dead dove do not eat

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herzblau · 5 months ago

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Folge 7

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Kiko: Kyro! Nein!!! Kiko: Meister, du musst ihn retten, schnell! Kaereth: Stirb du Abschaum! Kyro: Ahhh! Tonarius: Niemand stirbt hier, Dämonenjäger! Kaereth (grinst diabolisch): Er ist schon so gut wie tot, Geisterflüsterer! Tonarius: Nicht solange ich hier bin! Kaereth: Du wirst sehen, ich bring dir Respekt bei! Tonarius: Gib auf Dämonenjäger und ich verschone dich. Kaereth: Töte mich! Aber dann bist du nicht besser, als diese verfluchten Dämonen. Tonarius: Du wirst nie wieder einen Dämonen töten! Nie wieder! Kaereth (röchelte nach Luft): Mehr ... kannst du nicht? Traurig. Tonarius: Du verdienst den Tod nicht, aber die Qualen schon. Und glaube mir, ich werde dich leiden lassen für all deine Morde. (Kaereth fing leise an zu lachen.)

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#herzblau #Love&LossLegacy #ts4 #ts4cc #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #sims 4 story #tw: 18+ content

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hopesangelsprite · 1 month ago

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Sins of the Father

Pairing: YandereDilf!Geto x Babysitter!Reader

Summary: Good fathers don't prey on their children's caretakers.... right?

Warnings: dark content, drugging/intoxication, kidnapping/abduction, coercion, manipulation, age gap (both legal adults), fingering, unprotected p in v, overstimulation, breeding kink, creampie, serial orgasms

MINORS/AGELESS ACCS DNI

Viewer discretion is advised.

Yandere Dilf Geto who falls in love with Mimiko and Nanako's non curse user babysitter and just. . . never lets her go.

At first he thought nothing of you, you were weak and only useful to be of service like all the other monkeys. Even though you were warm and nurturing, even though you were wise beyond your years, he loathed you all the same. Once he was tired of you, he'd probably kill you and move on to the next sitter.

Then one day he came home earlier than usual, around the girl's bedtimes, and what he stumbled upon changed his heart forever. After a bit of wondering the house in search of you and his daughters, he found the three of you in their bedroom. Not wanting to disturb you, he simply watched on with light interest. He watched you tuck both of them in with gentleness, softly singing a lullaby as you made sure they were comfortable. Nanako had already fallen asleep and Mimiko was on the brink of unconsciousness, but just as she let her little eyes flutter shut she whispered out to you. "Love you, mama.", she hummed earning a soft gasp and chuckle from you. Geto watched you lean forward and place a kiss on her forhead before quietly telling her you loved her back.

From then on, Geto became obsessed with you. Your display of motherly affection toward his girls awakened something primal in him, something dark. Whenever he could, he'd come home early and watch you care for them over and over again. He'd even stay home some days, lying about having to work from his home office, just to see you love on his children. Every day he fell more deeply, insanely in love with you until he finally felt he needed to act upon his feelings.

On one particularly long day, Geto offered you a drink after you put the girls to bed, using his charm to get you to agree. The two of you talked a while before the drug he'd slipped into your drink started to take effect. It wasn't long before you'd passed out in his lap completely. So, Geto carried you into the nice little basement apartment full of amenities he'd been preparing for you during those 'at home' work days and bound you to the bed there.

The first few days you cried and begged to be set free but Geto, having the patience of a father, simply kissed your cheek and told you to make yourself at home. You eventually switched to screaming and attempting to free yourself which waxed futile very quickly. It took you almost a month to stop fighting, and once you had Geto finally allowed you upstairs to see the girls.

You put on a warm smile and recited the words he'd told you to say, telling them that you and their daddy were in love and that you'd be staying with them forever now. Naturally they celebrated, their little hearts happy now that you were their 'real mommy'. Though you still loved them, your heart sank at the realization that you'd never be able to leave the prison you'd been placed in.

You fell into a deep depression the next two months, only smiling and laughing when you cared for the girls. Geto tried to buy your happiness with luxuries, very rarely earning your interest when he'd bring you something from your old life. It pained him to see you so broken but there was no way in hell he'd let you go either. After a bit of thinking and reflecting, Geto came to the conclusion that you needed a baby of your own. If the only times you looked genuinely happy were when you got to spend time with Mimiko and Nanako, then giving you a child of your own to look after had to be the answer to keeping you happy!

One night, after putting the girls to sleep, Geto enters the basement with your nightly dinner. He's made it special, all of your favorites and a drink mixed with a tiny bit of aphrodisiac. At first, you're hesitant to take it, the way he'd managed to kidnap you was by drugging you after all. But a little gentle persuasion and extra charm is enough to get you to let your guard down.

While you eat, Geto lays it on thick, going on about how beautiful and caring you are and how he only wants to make his daughters happy by having you here with them. He even goes on to tell you a sob story about how hard it'd been to raise two little girls on his own after their mother and the love of his life had been killed in a car accident, even managing out a few tears. All of it was a complete lie but it got you to relax even further, reaching out to hesitantly pat his shoulder in sympathy. Though you very much hated being locked up, now you believed him to be some traumatized father driven insane by grief and doing the best he could.

Every night for the next two weeks, he'd come down with a meal and talk to you sweetly, sharing something new about his past, before bidding you a good night. Around day 6 you started to converse with him, asking him questions and letting out quiet giggles at his dad jokes. Each night the amount of aphrodisiac he'd put in your drink increased little by little until one night he put nothing in it before descending the basement stairs.

The two of you talked like usual, Geto complimenting you and watching you smile bashfully at his words. As the night progressed, he gradually moved closer and you didn't push him away. In fact, you moved closer under the guise that your drug induced thoughts of affection from previous nights were the products of you falling for him and his tragedy. And when he finally kissed you and you shyly kissed him back, he knew he had you wrapped around his finger.

Soft kisses grew into hungrier ones, his tongue invading your mouth while his hands wandered your body. You mewled oh so sweetly as his hands wandered up your skirt to play with you through your panties, eventually pulling them to the side to push lengthy digits inside you. Your reactions told him of your inexperience so he made sure to handle you with care.

His mouth made its way down the column of your neck, nipping at particularly sensitive spots while his fingers curled and uncurled within you. He dealt a few more skillful touches to your cunt before you came undone on his fingers.

He continued to lavish you with gentle caresses as he undressed both you, laying you down and whispering sweet nothings to you while slowly filling you with his cock. He talked you through the stretch, wiping away any fallen tears, and praising you for taking him so well once he bottomed out. He let you adjust a few moments before setting a slow, intimate pace and thoroughly fucking you into the mattress.

You whined and whimpered loudly and he thanked himself for ensuring the room was soundproofed well. He kept his thrusts relatively shallow, making sure to make you cum a second and third time before focusing on himself. Geto's pace quickened, hips pistoning animalistically as he chased after his own high. He hummed as you begged him to slow down, to be gentler, but kindly refused you.

"I'm sorry, princess, need to get you nice and full of my cum.", he moaned while kissing and biting at any exposed skin he could. The sound of your cries of overstimulation only drove him to fuck you deeper, whimpers of his own bubbling from his chest as your walls fluttered around him. "That's my pretty girl, yeah keep coming for me.", he groaned into your ear, "You're so good to me.".

He continued to ravish you, reveling in the feeling of you clawing at his back and the sound of you sobbing in pleasure, until it became too much for him as well. His balls tightened and his hips stilled long enough for him to paint your walls white with his cum, the warmth of it enough to send you over the edge for the nth time.

He made sure to keep you plugged full, deep strokes becoming shallow grinds before his pace increased again. As you writhed beneath him, Geto kissed your lips with a smile while resuming his previous pace. "I know, sweetheart, I know.", he comforted you as he tugged at the shell of your ear with his teeth.

"Just gotta make sure it takes."

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clown-bimbo · 6 months ago

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Sugar Daddy Leona

Definitely a gender neutral reader because he is rood in this and we already know Leona is canonically more respectful to women, so you are yuugender in this

You’re down on your luck and need cash. Maybe you’re even in debt to azul, who knows. But you need money.

Fortunately for you, a certain royal lion who throws money at problems he’s too lazy to deal with (which is most of them) currently has a problem that you can solve.

Leona needs a date.

Some stupid ball thing he has to attend. And for most of his life he’s been able to get away going alone, but this year his family is really pestering him to bring someone. He doesn’t think much of it, he’ll just find someone not too annoying to drag along with him. He’ll even pay them for their time. Win win. (He ends up offering you a stupid amount of money but you take the Ruggie route and just accept it from him)

And that’s how the transactional relationship between you and Leona starts. Innocent enough, right?

but then you and Leona get tipsy. Then you and Leona get handsy. And then you and Leona get in bed.

You wake up the next morning with the usual headache, but also a sleepy lion clinging onto you like a pillow.

Also you’re both naked.

And bruised.

And DAMN did you fuck up Leona’s back—

Tho it was probably deserved, especially now that you can really process how fucking sore you are down there.

Leona stirs, complaining about his headache. If he's surprised to see you in bed with him, you'll never know, because his face remains passive. He mumbles something about upping your pay, then falls back to sleep.

You don't even know where your underwear is.

You eventually do find it, you clean up and get dressed. At some point Leona finally gets up, pulling his boxers on but nothing else. His tail waves lazily behind him.

You try to bring up last night, but he starts digging through his pile of clothes and tosses a wallet at you.

"There'd be trouble if word got out, so I'm counting you to keep your mouth shut, got it, Herbivore?"

You just nod and try to leave as subtly as possible.

Below the cut is 18+ content. Tread with caution.

For my afab readers out there, the extra money is also for you to find last minute contraceptives. He wouldn't know the first thing about buying them himself, but figures you should, right? All he knows is that he came in you. A lot. And he definitely can't afford the consequences, and he doesn't want you to either.

You both expect to brush it all off, put it all behind you.

But uh

Leona finds him thinking about you more. Specifically when he's horny. And it's fucking annoying. So, once again, he decides to go about his tried and true method of throwing money at someone to deal with it.

He contacts you again and says (in the blunt Leona way) that he will pay you to keep going to events with him and also fuck him.

So now you've got the lil sugar daddy transaction going on. You join him to socials and events with his family, then he takes you to bed and fucks all his frustrations out on you.

Typically has you on all fours or bouncing on his cock. Man's has two modes: pillow princess or beast mode. Typically one followed by the other.

He'll be lounging on bed while you ride him. You'll get yourself off on his cock. And while your panting, he's shifting to grab you. He'll whisper in your ear I'm not done yet, herbivore, and suddenly he's pounding into you like a jackhammer.

Or it'll be a session of relentless pounding, but one of you wants more, so he'll lay back and have you ride him.

There are times where you'll both be exhausted (or in his case, where he doesn't want to exert as much effort) but he still insists that you keep going. Really, he just likes being inside you. Don't be surprised when you wake up sleeping on his chest, dick still inside you.

And he refuses to use condoms, he wants to cum inside you, and he fucking will. And he fucking does. A lot.

And if you're afab he absolutely makes sure you're on the best contraceptive plan possible.

He may tear any condoms he sees to pieces, but he still tries to be a safe sex king. Just don't make him wear the fucking rubber, unless you really wanna get fUCKED up that night. They make him so irrationally angry.

Or maybe there is some rationality to it. Maybe it's an instinct thing.

Over the course of the transactional relationship you really become his herbivore. He actively seeks you out for company. Like to the point Ruggie has not only noticed it, but become accustomed to it. Which also means he has teased Leona about it, though not often and a lot, because Leona seems oddly touchy about it...

Speaking of touchy, mans is so handsy with you, always has to be holding you in some way. Later on in the relationship, he started getting cheeky with it, and there have been a few times where you'd swat him and he'd just shoot you that wry smile. He will always move his hand, though, when you express discomfort or discontent. He only does it because he can tell you don't really hate it. You're mostly just embarrassed. And he likes the way you blush.

Will prob do a part 2 because I have more ideas but they're not nsfw and I want to make them available. Sooooooo... yeah.

#18 content #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #leona twst #leona twisted wonderland #leona kingsholar x reader #twst leona #twst smut #tw smut #Baby's first time writing smut

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ccazimi · 4 months ago

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Nightingale (pt. 4)

Read pt. 3

CW: stepcest, noncon, partial p in v, choking/breathplay, dacryphilia, namecalling (sweetheart, cockslut, etc.), degradation, dirty talking, sadism, cock worship, blowjob, throat/facefucking, cumplay (?), lmk if i missed anything else WC: 3.5k a/n: please! pay attention to the warnings! i'm gonna proofread this tmr so excuse any mistakes... also i think this miniseries will have one more part as the last one

“I’ll make it up to you.”

You hate those stupid words that he’d uttered because now you can’t get them out of your head.

With bated breaths and timid glances you sneak at him you wait patiently, wondering if he really meant what he said.

Those stupid words that kept you yearning in a way that was unfamiliar to you- if not to feel his tongue or his touch again then that damned toy he’d used on you.

The orgasm it gave you kept you up for nights, only heightened when you thought of him using it on you.

But Sukuna had been working long hours lately, and you had no idea how to even bring this up to him- as if you would, even if you knew how.

Amidst your thoughts being infected with him, you somehow didn’t feel the want to go on anymore dates. You gave excuses- that you were busy with schoolwork or that your parents were strict, because the truth was gross.

You wanted your perverted stepbrother to fuck you, use you, make you feel good in ways that had you questioning your sanity. That he’s tainted you till the point you get wet when he calls you his little sister.

These days disgust and discomfort are hard to differentiate from want and dark desires.

Still, you wondered if something had shifted in your dynamic with him since that night. He seemed a bit less antagonistic these days the few times you saw him, still teasing and taunting but in a more playful manner, and you felt yourself easing up with his presence, like you weren’t a stranger in your own home whenever he was around.

Any amiability came to a stand still not even a week later, when the situation regarding your finances came up.

Maybe it partially arose from the fact the Mr. Itadori had stepped up in his paternal role, happily offering to pay for your expenses including your college tuition. It was no secret that he was smitten with you, maybe because having a daughter was a nice change after raising two sons his whole life.

Even this would still be fine if he didn’t make Sukuna - the only other earning man in the household - pay for your expenses as well.

You insisted otherwise but Mr. Itadori was set on making his older show up for you, perhaps thinking this would show him how to act or how to be a real brother to you.

And that’s how you arrived with Sukuna having to pay your credit card bill, which clearly pissed him off to no end.

“Seventy-eight thousand yen?! Are you fucking serious?”

You stood awkwardly in the doorway of Yuuji and Sukuna’s shared room, feeling guilty enough as it was going up to him and asking him if he could pay your bill since Mr. Itadori told you to go to him for it.

Honestly, you’d try to postpone this meeting for as long as you could but your bill was due very soon.

“It was over the course of one whole month, okay?” You reply defensively, thinking you’d actually done a decent enough job budgeting this month.

Sukuna’s lip curls in irritation as he looks up from the statement to glare at you. “You don’t fucking get it do you? Spoiled fucking brat, you’ve just had everything handed to you your whole life.”

His words sting, like they always do. You’re tired of hearing this same tirade from him over and over again- and to act like he knows you or whatever the hell your life was like?

It grates your nerves.

“Don’t act like I’m the problem just because you’re miserable.” You finally spit back.

“You are the fucking problem, you just enter our fucking lives and start leeching off of us.” He seethes, creases etched into his face that’s twisted in anger. “Getting coddled like you’re a damn toddler while the rest of us actually have to work.”

“I’m a full time student, you know this!” You step closer, done bowing your head and putting up with his bullshit. “And you have no right to act like you’re a fucking saint just because you have a job, after all the things you’ve done to me.”

You despise the way your voice breaks just a bit after you hiss out the last part, the way his expression contorts with something mocking, condescending.

He scoffs. “Done to you, huh? You keep playing this card like you don’t fucking love it,” He leans closer, “Like you don’t fall apart under my touch as if it’s the only good thing that’s ever happened to you. I bet you even fuck yourself on your fingers at night pretending they’re mine, don’t you?”

Sukuna watches you try to hold yourself together and keep your composure as you stubbornly deny him what both of you know is the truth, acutely aware of how close he was and that glint in his eyes. “I don’t. You’re getting ahead of yourself.”

“Sweetheart, you’d probably get on the floor and do it in front of me right now if I asked you to.” He smirks. “If I promised you I’d make you feel so good, if you did. You don’t have nearly as much shame as you pretend to.”

You push down the lump in your throat, fingers curling inwards and unfurling again as you’re rudely reminded of the situation you’d been dealing with this whole fucking week, how even now your craving mind wonders if this is an offer.

“Make me feel good….how?” You murmur under your breath, heat seeping through your body and across your cheeks as you look down and away from his face and towards the long fingers that were pumping inside you.

You’re ridiculously horny for him.

He laughs, a callous sound that rips through and yanks you out of your stupor.

“God, you were really fuckin’ gonna do it, weren’t you? Pathetic bitch.” He sneers.

Tears of resentment, anger, and humiliation prick at your eyes and before they have a chance to fall your hand is suddenly flying through the air and slapping him squarely across the face.

“Fuck you, fuck, I wish you’d never entered my fucking life!” You yell, hating how your hit seemingly does nothing to him, or that sleazy grin on his face. “No wonder your mom left, it was probably because of you, her fucked up shit-show of a son.”

Whatever mirth lingered on his expression quickly disappears as his face hardens.

You know you’ve crossed a line, even before he stands at his full height reminding you of just how much bigger and stronger he was then you.

You’re still angry and honestly it felt good spewing that venom at him, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling something new right now like cold water in your veins.

It turns icier when he smiles again, the kind of smile that signals you should leave now.

“Maybe you’re right. Wanna see how much of a ‘fucked up shit show of a son’ she gave birth to?” He prowls closer, agonizingly slow as you continue to back further and further away until you’re near his door.

You really shouldn’t have gotten yourself into this situation while the only other person at home was Mr. Itadori who was contentedly asleep in the living room sofa while the tv plays loudly in the background.

Finally you swivel around, though you know it’s pointless.

You’ve played this game before- Sukuna will always be bigger, stronger, faster.

And just like that he’s in front of you, shoving you away from the door as a condemning click tells you there’s no getting out of this now.

It alarms you, enough that you’re leaping across the small expanse of the room, though you know it won’t do anything, confirmed by a tight grasp around your wrist before you’re shoved face first into the dark covers of his single bed.

It all happens so fast, you feel the immovable weight of him above you as you struggle uselessly and panicked tears are wet on your cheeks. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Sukuna, I didn’t mean it—”

His hand is around your throat in an instant, pressing the air out of your words as he pushes your head back till your neck is straining. “Shut up, just shut the fuck up. You had it fucking coming.”

You stop trying to fight back, with both wrists held together behind your back in just one of his hands and another that could choke you out at any time, you were only just wasting your energy.

He leans in, breath hot and humid as it ghosts across your ear. “I really held out on this, you know. But you’ve pushed your luck too far this time…”

A sickly feeling curdles in your gut when he shifts so you can feel the hardness in his pants, rubbing along the curve of your ass. “So let me show you what a mean older brother I can be.”

Your breath turns shaky as you feel him undo his pants, shifting around to free his erection before crudely yanking your own bottoms and panties down, just enough that you can feel air brush against your exposed ass and cunt. “No, no, no, I’m not ready Sukuna, please you c-cant,”

His fingers tighten back up around your trachea, the uncomfortable pressure and your anxiety letting only a scant amount of oxygen to make it to your lungs.

“I can, and I will. Besides, you were ready that night, huh? Just to lose it to some random guy you barely even knew, if it came to it.”

You feel it then, the hot and leaking tip of his cock rubbing against your pussy. You try to swallow but you can’t. You want to yell, say something, anything, but not a single word can make its way up your squeezed throat.

“Oh fuck, you’re wet.” He chuckles lightly, exhaling audibly as his cock slides further into your lubricated folds, sliding it back and forth in your slick. “You like this or something? Is this turning you on? God, you might just be as ‘fucked up’ as me…”

His grip loosens slightly on your throat, allowing you with some much needed air as you find yourself getting even more worked up, despite the fear and bitterness that boiled in you.

Your stomach tightens when you feel him stop his movements to prod his tip against your entrance. “St-stop Sukuna, I won’t be able to take it,” You whisper as fresh tears fall, “You’ll tear me up.”

“Just take a deep breath.” He says flatly, not a hint of concern in his voice. “Or don’t, I don’t really care either way.”

He presses himself further into you, and you can already feel the pain gathering as he’s barely even inserted himself.

“No-”

Your cry of protest turns into a wincing gasp as he pushes himself further into you, just the tip of him forcing its way past your entrance.

“Oh shit, you’re tight,” He groans.

It hurts. A painful burn that felt like you were being ripped open as he tries to inch himself deeper into you.

Your body’s tensed in pain, breath labored while you let out feeble whimpers as tears stream and stream, trying to just get through it, remembering how you were always told that there would be pleasure after the initial pain.

Even if it doesn’t seem like this pain would ever be worth it.

He can’t honestly be more than an inch in, but you feel him stop moving.

He’s looking at you.

A second passes before he sighs. “Fuck.”

And with that there’s another sudden burst of pain before it’s gone all together and you realize he’s pulled himself out of you.

His hand leaves your throat, relief flooding your veins when you feel his weight lift off you.

As soon as you can, you quickly turn over, harshly pulling your own pants up to see he’s already tucked himself back in as well.

You scoot farther away from him on his bed until your back is to the wall.

He’s looking down at you with a scornful look of frustration with a gaze that makes you feel small before finally breaking the silence. “Get on the ground. You’re gonna have to make me cum another way.”

“Wh-what?”

“Are you dumb? Get down and on your knees. Now.”

You do as he says, slipping off the edge of his bed and slowly lowering yourself till he knots a hand in your hair and pushes down on your hear till you’re at his crotch level.

“And take off your top.”

You hesitate.

It doesn’t make sense for you to be shy about this, especially after everything else.

You swallow and grab your shirt by the hem to pull it up over the top of your head before pausing and looking up at him.

“Don’t make me fucking say it.”

Well, at least you tried your luck.

Slowly you unclasp your bra and take off the straps before throwing it to the side to expose your bare chest to him.

Sukuna’s eyes roam over your tits as your nipples harden in exposure to the air and his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“That’s what I like to see.” He hums before gripping your head tightly again to push you forcefully into the large bulge in his pants so that he can grind it on your face. “Feel that? You’re gonna take all of it down your dumb little throat and you’re gonna love every single second of it. Understand?”

Tears sting your eyes and your face burns in equal parts shame and arousal as you nod obediently.

“Say it. Haven’t I taught you how to use your words?”

“Y-yes, I understand.” The words come out muffled by his clothed erection pressed against your mouth.

He pulls away. “Strip me.”

For a second you pause before quickly getting to work, unable to look up at him in the eye as you do so.

You unbutton his jeans and pull them down, the outline of his hardened cock through the black boxers sucking the air out of your lungs. Your fingers brush against his skin as you hook them around the waistband and peel them down to release his swollen dick.

Your stomach coils again.

Maybe it’s just the angle but you swear it looks even bigger than last time, with a vein running around the underside that you hadn’t previously noticed.

There was no way in hell you could have possibly taken that thing inside you and survived.

“Look up at me.” He orders as he grasps his cock with one hand.

You tilt your chin, round tear eyes meeting the hungry ones above you, watching his pupils blow out even more when he slaps his blushed tip against your face, making you wince softly.

That wicked leer of his only grows, the one that always means bad news.

“Kiss it. Show me how much you love my cock.”

Your eyes widen slightly, laying your hands around the dark tattooed bands encircling the muscular tops of his thighs before placing a chaste kiss right on his slit.

“Ah, fuck,” He exhales as he rubs the leaking tip of his dick up against your lips, smearing the precum all over them like it’s lipgloss. “That’s a good girl. Keep this up and you might actually make up for before.”

You resist the urge to bite his dick off.

He taps his cock on your mouth. “Open up.”

You comply, entirely confused by how much you hated this, especially after what he’d just tried, yet found yourself just as desperately wanting to taste him.

He immediately begins to slide his length through your opened mouth, groaning at the contact against your wet tongue, continuing to go deeper and deeper till it was uncomfortable.

You try to fight your gag reflex from being triggered but it happens anyway, with something so long and large being pushed down your throat. You grip his thighs pathetically and try to push away from him as your throat convulses around his cock, trying to squeeze it out.

You’re offered no mercy because it only hardens his dick more, and with a cold laugh he harshly shoves your skull further down his length till your nose is pressed against his pelvis. “Oh come on, you’re being dramatic.”

Dramatic?

You can barely breathe, growing dizzy when he finally pulls out and peers down at you as you cough a bit and regain your breath.

“Maybe it’s a good thing you’re such a sensitive little thing, because fuck, it turns me on to see you all pathetic like this.” You wish you could ask him to be gentler but you know by now that there was a good chance he’d likely just do the opposite. So instead you wipe your tears and determinedly take his dick in your hand to put it into your mouth again- though this time not all the way.

Sukuna let’s you do this without shoving himself back down your throat, watching your face and fighting the urge to let out a moan as you swirl your tongue around his swollen tip.

You gaze up at him and he inhales sharply when you dig your tongue into the divot of his frenulum, dragging your soft tongue up from it over his tip, and back down his shaft again.

His breathing grows heavier, no longer able to fight the urge to thrust in and out of your warm, wet mouth in time with your motions and the way your tongue laves so sensually all over his dick. “Shit, you like this you little cockslut? You like sucking off your big brother?”

You moan around his dick without even thinking, and Sukuna grins again. “Wow, you really are messed up.” He rasps. “Now suck my balls like a good little slut, yeah?”

He pulls his wet length out of your messy mouth, smeared with precum and saliva. You hold his cock up and close your lips around his heavy scrotum, sucking and lapping gently at the soft flesh while you stroke his shaft with your hand.

The last restraints of his control begin to crumble at the sensation, at how fucking filthy you look like this. “Ah -fuck- god, you really are nothing more than my obedient little dog, huh? I can make you do -hah- whatever the fuck I want you to…”

His grip in your hair suddenly tightens and he pulls away to shove his cock through your parted lips, unable to control the urge to fuck your mouth any longer.

The pressure is sudden and before you can adjust he’s gripping your hair so tightly you feel pinpricks on your scalp. That pain is quickly overshadowed when he begins snapping his hips back and forth at a brutal pace.

You struggle to keep your mouth open while you try not to choke on the cock slamming into the back of your throat over and over again.

“Ah, shit, you pathetic, stupid, needy little thing. You’re -hah- really worth nothing more than being a -fuck- a cocksleeve for me to use.”

You don’t notice tears are falling again, running down your cheeks and only adding to the ness of spit dribbling obscenely down your chin from where he mercilessly thrusts in and out of your mouth.

It hurts, your jaw aches and you feel like you’re suffocating on his cock abusing your throat, hoping it won’t be long till he cums because you don’t think you can keep this up much longer.

And like your prayers have been answered, suddenly he snaps his dick all the way out of your mouth and jerks it above your face before cumming with a hiss, ropes of thick hot cum spurting out and painting your whole face white. They keep coming for a few seconds more, and by the time he’s down you feel the viscous fluid dripping lewdly down your face.

He pants, eyes drinking in the sight of you kneeling with cum all over your face, and it almost makes his dick harden again. “God, you look perfect right now, sis.”

You can barely look up at him, thinking it would’ve been a lot less degrading for him to just cum down your throat than this.

Sukuna furrows his brows in mock confusion. “Where’s your gratitude? Show some thanks and lick that shit up like a properly trained mutt.”

You don’t even think, just moving automatically to swipe your fingers in the semen drying on your face, and sucking them clean. He watches you do it over and over till of it is gone into your stomach, and you look expectantly up at him.

He’s tucked himself back in, reaching forward to pet the top of your head. “Good girl. I guess you’ve earned me paying your bill, huh?”

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k1dpup · 4 days ago

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PLS STR0KE YOUR C0CK TO ME

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herzblau · 4 months ago

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Dalia: Lauf nur, ich bekomm dich sowieso! Andy 'schnauft angestrengt' : Warte! Was .. was soll das Dalia? Lass mich in Ruhe! Dalia 'lächelte finster': Den Gefallen kann ich dir nicht tun, Andy. Andy: Was? Ich hab dir nichts getan! Lass mich gehen! Andy: Was passiert hier?! Hör auf! Dalia: Keine Sorge, es tut nicht weh, ich brauche nur etwas von dir. Danach lass ich dich in Ruhe. Andy: Nein! Ahh! Dalia: Endlich! Dank dir bekomme ich nun was mir zusteht. Du kannst dich geehrt fühlen, denn du bist nun ein Teil meiner Macht. Hahaha ... Schritte werden langsamer. Börn: Ehrlich, du hättest nicht mitkommen müssen. Ich kann das mittlerweile allein. Und wer ist der Tote? Osiris 'steht unter Schock' : Andy ... Börn: Andy? Was redest du da? Osiris, sag mir, wer die Leiche ist. Ich hab keine Lust auf Spielchen, ich bin hier, um meine Arbeit zu erledigen. Osiris: Börn, ich spiele nicht. Es ist Andy. Börn steht unter Schock. Osiris 'flüstert' : Sie hat ihn geholt. Liebliches Vogelgezwitscher ist zu hören. Ein sanfter, warmer Wind paart sich mit dem leisen Plätschern von Wasser. Joel: Hallo Andy, na hast du gut geschlafen? Wie fühlst du dich? Andy: Wo bin ich?

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#herzblau #Love&LossLegacy #ts4 #ts4cc #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #sims 4 story #tw: 18+ content

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clown-bimbo · 5 months ago

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Fuuuuuuuuck gentle dub-con with trey...

Cw for dub con

Cw for cringe smut writing >~< just kinda word vomited I'm still not used to writing it yet

18+ content below

I think it's gn????? But it's prob very afab leaning I'm sorry

In the kitchen with Trey. So homey, so domestic. Wholesome baking hours fr fr.

He made a special treat, just for you.

You didn't even notice he was working on the side project. So of course you also wouldn't know what extra ingredients he added.

Suddenly feeling warm all over. Flushed. Holding onto Trey like he's a lifeline. He's smiling so sweetly, chuckling as he helps guide you back to Ramshackle

Only, you don't make it that far from the kitchen before you're gripping Trey and desperately begging him for... for... for him. You need him.

You drag him or he drags you or someone drags someone into his room, you're lying on his bed, fuck, it's like you can't get your clothes off quick enough. He continues to chuckle, the very picture of control.

Once hes undressed as well he moves over you, and you grab him by the neck and pull him towards you, needing flesh on flesh. He kisses your neck. You whimper against him.

"I know, I know..." He whispers into your ear. "But let me enjoy this, first, okay?"

Large hands feeling you up and down.

You don't know how long he's been thinking of this.

And even though he can tell how desperate you are–even though he knows how desperate the aphrodisiac he gave you is making you–he takes things slow.

A hand on your breast, the other on your thigh, mouthing at your throat while what you need rubs against you but not in the way you need.

Whining and begging and rubbing up against him. Every gasp or stillness of breath from him is a small victory.

You're dripping as you rub up against him. Trying your best to angle your hips, but you can't get him in, so you continue to rub on. Even without entering you, he's already coated with you. You use what you can get for any stimulation, rubbing yourself on his member for any sort of friction.

His hands go from exploring to holding you down.

He brushes his nose against yours, stating into your dazed eyes with his focused ones.

He grinds up against you once, then pulls away.

"Tell me what you want," he stares right at you as he says it.

"I want you, Trey." You respond.

"And what do you want from me?" He presses up against you once more, still not giving you want you need.

"Please, Trey, I need–I need you inside me, please I-I need you... need you..."

"Yes?"

"Fuck, I need you to fuck me, Trey, please."

And then he finally, finally, fuckin enters you.

There's that second he takes to just enjoy it, enjoy being inside you for the first time. He almost seems like he won't move at all. You thrust up, causing him to chuckle once more, and he pulls back.

He sets a slow pace at first, enjoying himself, enjoying you. Buy it's not enough for you, and so you continue to buck your hips, but then he's pressing in fully and holding your hips to the bed.

"Patience is a virtue." He teases. You whine.

He keeps you pinned to the bed, continues slowly dragging himself to the tip then slowly pushing himself back to the base.

His mouth is at your ear, you can hear his breath, feel it come out in short bursts.

It feels like torture.

You need more, so much more. You wrap your arms around him, then your legs. You buck into him again. You grip onto him with everything you have. Tighter. He can feel it. With his mouth at your ear, you notice how his breath catches in response.

"Trey, please, I need you to fuck me."

He smirks.

"As you wish."

Slow thrusts become more forceful. He holds you closer to him, pushing in as far and deep as he can go. He pocks up the pace, soon panting into your ear.

"Fuck..." you gasp, "Yes... Trey..."

Each little exclamation makes him go a little faster, a little harder, encouraging you to let out every little word until words are too much work and you let out every sharp gasp and moan instead.

Trey holds you as close as he can, rutting into you with all the pent up fury of a man who had been waiting for this for God knows how long.

"Fuckin finally..." You hear him pant. "Mine... all mine."

You moan in reply.

It doesn't take long now for everything that's been building up since your treat to come undone. You gasp and pant around him. Your heart's pounding in your chest, your head rings, you're not quite sure where you are.

His grip on you tightens, his thrusts grow frenzied, then he's gripping you like he wants to mold your body into his as he empties himself inside you. He stills, keeping you held close to him.

"Mine."

#18 content #18+ mdni #clown bimbo #mdni #tw smut #twst smut #twst #i am cringe but i am free #badly written smut #cringey smut #trey clover twisted wonderland #trey clover smut #trey clover x reader #trey clover #the things i would do to him and let him do to me #yandere trey clover #yandere trey x reader

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ccazimi · 4 months ago

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Prologue

cw: angst, blood, murder, mc dies, possible dubcon, wounding, mentions of religion/slightly religious themes (more so to do with "purity"), heian era au, decapitation, corruption, mentions of sex/sexual activities, sadism, manipulation, toxic relationship, mdni

wc: 2.6k

a/n: so this is the quick prologue i wrote up a bit of time ago to help me flesh out an idea for a story that revolves around reader reincarnating in a modern au with a connection to sukuna, sort of as a vessel, maybe more like a haunting... this is written in third person but the actual fic would be written from second person pov, like a typical reader insert

A renowned clan, revered for their spiritual bonds and sacred techniques, which stood as protectors against the hordes of cursed spirits that ravaged the land, shielding its people from their relentless destruction.

Their shrine's connection to one of the most powerful sorcerer clans, made it central to a complex web of regional politics, only heightening the family's prestige.

From peasants to royalty, pilgrims journeyed to the shrine they had safeguarded for centuries, seeking purification from cursed afflictions or blessings for protection against malevolent entities and misfortune.

What a joke, Sukuna thought it all was.

Humans and the way they worshipped these pathetic non-existent gods, when he existed.

So just to prove a point, he stormed the lands they owned in a five day long slaughtering spree, leaving a trail of mutilated corpses and the stench of blood in his wake.

Sanctity would not save them, neither could any other sorcerer thrown his way.

And when he learned that the clan had two daughters, things got even better. He offered them a deal, that in exchange for one of the young women from their bloodline he would leave their territories and their people alone.

They agreed, offering up the oldest girl only a few days after she had turned twenty-two.

Every deity does not care for humanity— in the age of gods, sacrifices and offerings were made as frequently to keep them at bay as they were to draw them near.

This was precisely what the clan was hoping to achieve when they gave her to him.

Her family adorned her in the finest silks, whispering assurances that it was a great honor to be chosen—that her sacrifice would not be in vain, that the afterlife would reward her in ways this world never could.

She was bathed in fragrant waters, purified of earthly taint, silken hair bound with a vivid mizuhiki, delicate feet slipped into black lacquered geta sandals.

Such meticulous preparation just to propitiate the King of Curses with an offering that everyone silently understood would be ruined, ravaged, by the demon.

From the moment his gaze fell upon her—her figure draped in a flowing white kosode and crimson hakama, timid eyes lowered yet unable to resist flickering toward his aberrant form, betraying a smoldering curiosity—he knew he wanted to sink his claws into her, to stain her delicate skin with bloodied fingerprints.

And so, he did.

She hid herself at first beneath the mask of chastity, the one she'd been taught to wear her entire life. A mask that buried whatever deep and ugly desires she was told to suffocate, locked away behind the illusion of purity. She bound herself to the chains of who she was expected to be, suffocating under the weight of devotion to a self imposed upon her.

Yet beneath that pristine facade, a fissure began to form— something ugly and raw, desperate to break free, yet so minute it was likely unnoticed even by her.

But he saw it—saw her vulnerability—and turned it into a game, slowly chipping away at her walls with the kind of ruthless patience that made her heart ache and her body tremble.

She was stubborn, desperately clinging onto that mask like it would save her, so he made her flesh worship him when she refused to.

Because try as she might, she couldn’t stop the arousal from dripping so sinfully between her thighs when he touched her like that for the first time, two large fingers eventually piercing through her untouched sex.

Sukuna found it humorous in a way, how she was calling out to her false gods the first time he took her in the garden, cool damp grass and fresh earth rubbing against her bare back while he took her virginity under the pale moon. Hot tears splashed from her eyes, a warm stream of liquids running down her thighs and ass- whether it was spit, her fluids, his precum, or her blood, she did not know.

Neither did she care as soon the cries of her old gods were replaced by the name of her new one- Sukuna.

She had never known herself, her identity smothered beneath the weight of duty and family expectations her whole life. But this impious hunger he had awakened in her—it was the first thing in her existence that felt real.

To her, he was freedom, the door she had never seen, the escape from the miserable, hollow life she had been shackled to, a life that now seemed empty and meaningless.

Only he could understand the true depth of her perversion, perhaps even illuminate it as he drew it from her, delicate as spider's silk—tacky, glistening, tangled in the dark corners of her soul. With every touch, every pull, he wove her twisted desires into something new, something unrecognizable.

He became everything to her in this way, her salvation, her deliverance, pulled from the very grace he offered with his ruthless touch.

To him, she was nothing.

Just another toy to be discarded, another pawn in Sukuna’s game. He had suspected from the beginning that this little act of deference from such a powerful clan of sorcerers was nothing more than a calculated move, a ploy to manipulate and control. And she was just the latest piece to be used, nothing more than a fleeting distraction in his endless pursuit of power.

The amount of times he took her all over the estate were just a means to an end he told himself, that whenever he found his head between her thighs it was so she’d spill what he needed to know after hours of dragging her to the edge and pulling her back right before she could fall, till her muddled and fucked out mind was easily manipulated.

“You conjure up gods because you’re too afraid to judge yourself,” he told her as he pried open her lips and dipped fingers coated in her essence against her wet tongue, “Taste the filth you’re really made of…”

He could have torn her skin off in pieces, plucked the eyeballs from her skull to make her feed on them, but where was the fun in that?

It was far much more enjoyable seeing the war in her mind as she reluctantly sampled the bitter saltiness that wept from between her legs, ending up licking his fingers clean with an almost desperate fervor.

How over and over she tried so pathetically to fight years’ worth of unholy repressed desires, how she failed and the guilt that would storm her after each night she fell further into his grasp, reciting sutras and bathing in waters in a desperate attempt to cleanse herself each time he defiled her body.

He made her forget any allegiance she still had to them, and it didn’t take much.

Born without a cursed technique, with a hollow, shifting disposition that never quite fit anywhere, the family’s power was never meant for her. It would’ve gone to her younger sister anyway—bright, charismatic, the perfect heir, trained as a sorcerer, molded for their cause.

She confessed to Sukuna once, her mind still hazy from their encounter, her body heavy with post-coital bliss. She said it like a revelation, like a curse she was finally free to speak- that she had always known she was a mistake. The weight of her family’s duty had never claimed her, never made her feel tethered to their blood or their expectations.

She never truly felt it, not once.

Night after night, she shed the remnants of who she once believed herself to be, as Sukuna remade her in his image, carving out forgotten parts of herself—the parts untouched by any divine notion, the parts that had always been godless.

With each layer peeled away, a festering resentment toward her family grew, seeping deeper, feeding into the revelations of what she truly felt for them. The hollow sense of obligation she once harbored toward the clan that had cast her aside twisted into something much more visceral, more damning. Chains that had once bound her were rusted, broken, as her truth began to claw its way to the surface.

Unaware, the girl unwittingly drew closer to her own demise with every secret she surrendered about her family and the allied clans. Each confession, each discarded fragment of knowledge, was another step toward the inevitable, until there was nothing left to spill.

Of course she had suspected, at some point, that Sukuna was using her—at least partially—for the information she held. But the truth of it never fully sank in, drowned out by her desperate, naive hope that—however small, however twisted—that maybe, just maybe, there was some kind of meaning to the bond they’d forged. Even if it was merely a byproduct of his schemes, it had felt like something that could be real.

What a stupidly naive notion.

Soon there was nothing left to extract, no more purpose for her- she had outlived her usefulness. And so, one night, as the cold weight of finality settled in, he made the decision that it would be her last night.

He fucks her more mercilessly than he usually did, the two of them cumming who knows how many times.

As usual she's melted by the time he's drained, her fucked out mind yearning and aching for even the smallest shred of his affection afterward, like a starving runt clawing for the faintest drop of its mother's milk, trembling in its need.

"Could you please...lay with me, my Lord?" She askes softly, her voice barely more than a whisper.

For once instead of denying the simple request immediately, he pauses to take a good look at her, at the sweat covering her bruised and marked flesh in a thin sheen, the tendrils of her hair sticking to her head, flushed cheeks and unfocused but satisfied eyes, his semen dripping obscenely from her bloated womb, mixing with her arousal in a small puddle on the silken sheets of his futon.

"Fine." He replies, voice low with an unreadable gaze.

Her eyes widen in surprise, a flicker of hope sparking within her. He had agreed, at last.

She's too pleased to overthink it, too eager to bask in the rare moment of his attention. She shifts on the futon, making space for him, a breathless anticipation building as he moves to settle beside her.

He crawls in beside her, the warmth of his body dwarfing her small frame, and she instinctively curls into him, seeking comfort from a man who has never even kissed her, truly kissed her.

"Thank you, Lord Sukuna," she sighs, body melting under the sensation of his calloused fingertips gliding over her delicate skin, grazing through the softness of her hair.

The poor thing has no idea how close she is to her end- he might as well indulge her in these last few moments of her meaningless life, in the fleeting tenderness she allows herself to believe in.

"Do you love me?" he hums, his voice oddly contemplative.

Her heart stutters, once again caught off-guard by the question.

She turns on her back to face him, gazing up at his face as stern and stoic as always, so impossibly beautiful in its coldness. "Of course I do. More than anything, my Lord…"

"You swear?"

"Yes."

She lifts a trembling hand, delicate fingers shyly brushing over the dark markings that adorn his face, tracing them with reverence. He doesn't stop her, only fueling the false hope she clings to.

For a moment there's this most strange sensation, like his heart tightening in his chest and before he can comprehend whatever the feeling is, he raises two fingers.

"How pathetic." He mutters sharply as he flicks his wrist.

Her piercing shriek cut across the silent night as two large slices formed across her abdomen, through the fragile illusion she'd built.

“Silly girl.”

Another cut, another scream.

For a moment, she's disoriented, lost in the searing pain, voice choked with confusion and terror, sobbing "What are you doing?" as she writhes in agony.

But whatever fleeting emotion had gripped him, whatever hint of hesitation, is gone in an instant, burned away by the familiar, twisted hunger within him. The urge to break her, to hear her cries echo in his ears, consumes him entirely. Each scream is fuel to the fire of his sadism, and he savors the sound.

They're quite similar to how she sounded when he would fuck the life out of her, he thinks.

Sukuna laughs, lazily swiping his fingers now so that cuts mar her skin while she begs for him to stop.

"What, did you think that if we -if you- played pretend long enough, your inane fantasy would somehow turn real?" He leans in, to brush her cheek in a mocking gesture imitating that of a lover. "You swore you loved me. Do you still love me?"

She spasms, a frantic, feeble attempt at movement, but her body betrays her. She wills her legs to respond, to flinch, to do anything—but there’s nothing.

No sensation, no control. Just the sickening realization that she’s trapped in her own failing flesh.

Sukuna brings his face close, lips brushing against hers, warm breath feathering against her parted mouth that so desperately struggles for oxygen right now. "If I kissed you now, would you still pretend that I could have been anything more than this?"

He sees it in her eyes then, the realization that he never actually cared, that he was the monster he was known to be right till the bitter, inevitable end.

What had she expected? Mercy? Love? How pathetic.

“Where are your gods now?” He pulls away to admire the sight before him.

The dark, dripping lines that scar her naked body thrills him, cocks hardening at how damaged she looks, at how she uses her last breaths pleading him over and over to stop with such sincerity as if that would truly stop him.

“A shrine maiden taking her last breaths with my seed leaking out of her…What a sight.” He sneers, wiping the hair away from her face and relishing in the way it seems like her heart is breaking in her eyes, the weight of her decisions finally catching up to her in the end. She's given up on begging for mercy, or maybe she simply can't anymore.

Her skin is paling, sweat collecting in beads and rolling off as she bleeds out.

And yet- something is wrong.

Instead of dimming, her eyes sharpen, dark pupils locking onto him with unnerving clarity.

Even her ragged, uneven breaths begin to steady, as if she’s forcing herself to hold on, to say something, to be something in her final moments.

Sukuna doesn’t like it.

The fun is over.

Her lips part—too late. The invisible blade carves through flesh, tendon, and bone in a single merciless stroke, the sharp crack of severed sinew ringing through the air before her head falls clean off.

Few things ever truly unsettle Sukuna.

But this—this was something else.

Her severed head fell onto the sheets with a dull, wet thud, rolling to its side to face him, yet her colorless lips still moved. No breath should remain, no voice should linger—and yet, from the gaping wound of her throat, a sound slithered forth, jagged and unnatural, something no longer human.

Then came the cursed energy.

Thick, suffocating waves poured from the exposed column of her neck, unfurling into the air like a black storm, coiling and twisting before sinking into his skin. He felt it burn as it permeated him, felt the weight of something far more binding than words.

A promise.

A curse.

A fate he had not foreseen.

Through bloodstained lips, her final whisper echoed, disjointed, but with such absoluteness that it was like the future was cemented with the utterance.

“I will find you again, Ryomen Sukuna.”

questions, comments, thoughts are welcome! i might polish this up some more later and decide if it's worth working on the full fic

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molest and rape me until im a nothing but a dissociated fucktoy for your cock

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artemisia-musings · 4 months ago

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Lessons in Self-Destruction

Minors DNI! 18+ only

This is a dark fic! Please read the tags and if any bother you please do not read! I am not responsible for your media consumption.

Summary: Leon was content destroying himself. Drinking his troubles away, eager to put himself in an early grave. One night, a girl approaches him at the bar and the rest of the night is a blur. He awakens to the consequences of his drunken antics.

Tags/Warnings: Fem reader, no use of Y/N, dark themes, suicidal thoughts, drinking, reference to non-con. Overall depressing!

Note: This is my first fic, sorry for any errors/incorrect grammar. Got this idea after watching Vendetta and I needed to get it out. I literally have not been able to think of anything but Leon in like two months <3 more fics in the works!

Destroying himself came easily to Leon. It was easy to implode, to feel the life fade out of him. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to die or feel nothing, he supposed there wasn’t much difference. All his life he had felt too much. Too much pain and heartbreak, his soul beaten and battered, every time he tried to stand back up and be the good guy he was always swiftly reminded that he didn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. He was a pawn, a puppet controlled and jerked around by his cruel masters. He hadn’t been in control of his own life in damn near twenty years. Forced from his dream of being a cop over an event he couldn’t control, whisked away and trained to be a good little boy for the government. Kill this, save them, destroy that, sit boy, stay boy, roll over and fetch. Good boy. How many people did he have to kill for this to be over? How many people did he have to watch die? How many friends must he lose? It was the same damn plot over and over again, his life one broken record he was forced to replay.

The man groaned and grasped the cheap glass he had set on the table, swinging back a hefty gulp of whiskey that burned just right on the way down. He was currently on his fifth drink of the night, hitting that sweet spot between tipsy and piss drunk. His head was spinning ever so slightly as he noticed his cup was getting awfully low. He gestured for the bartender to pour him another, feeling especially sorry for himself tonight. It was becoming his new favorite hobby. There was something so delightfully pathetic about heading down to the sleazy bar by his house and drinking himself stupid, to the point where he could almost forget about how much he fucking hated his life. The bartender, whom for the life of him, Leon could not remember the name of despite coming here almost every night, poured him another glass of Jack Daniels, a bemused expression on his face as he slid it over.

“There you go, bud,” the bartender chuckled, turning away to help another customer who had sauntered over to the bar.

The sound of the chuckle made Leon tense. His grip tightened around the glass as he huffed in annoyance. Bud. What did it take to earn a little damn respect? He was a hero, after all. An American hero, a patriot to his core. At least, that’s what he told himself on his more sober days. He was just a sacrificial lamb, a tool used to stop the evils threatening this nation—a weapon pulled out when ordinary soldiers and guns wouldn’t suffice. His jaw clenched as he wallowed in misery, raising the glass to his lips and knocking back its contents in one go.

“Bad day?” a feminine voice called out, breaking through his angst-fueled state. Leon flickered his gaze over next to him, eyeing up the young girl who had sat next to him at the bar. He hadn’t even noticed her presence, too self-absorbed in his own brooding. She looked out of place in the rundown dive bar, sticking out like a sore thumb among the fellow drunk middle-aged men who frequented these establishments. She looked young and fresh, a daisy among a garden of rot.

“You could say that,” Leon said with a dry chuckle, letting his gaze rake up and down her form. A tight shirt and a cute skirt. A tantalizing treat, designed to tease. She really ought to know better walking into a place like this dressed like that. Someone could get the wrong idea. He raised an eyebrow, feeling a warmth spread in his gut that hadn’t stirred in ages. “Now what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

The girl smiled, her glossy lips curling upwards as she brought her glass to her lips. She sipped its pink contents, the fruity concoction’s appearance alone was enough to make Leon feel queasy. “New to the neighborhood, I thought I’d check out the local watering hole,” she said with a shrug.

Leon felt himself smile, probably his first genuine smile in ages. “Well if you're looking for overpriced drinks you’ve hit the jackpot” he huffed, waving the bartender over for another round. The girl giggled, the sound ringing in his ears. It was cute, an almost peaceful sound akin to a babbling brook or waves crashing on a beach. He felt himself relax slightly, his heart even skipping a beat. He knew he shouldn’t be feeling this way, he had well over a decade on this girl. She looked college-aged or at the very least freshly graduated. She had the bright-eyed, bushy-tailed naivety to her, the world not having beaten it out of her yet.

“So what happened?” she asked, tilting her head as she studied him. He raised a quizzical eyebrow at her, his inebriated mind struggling to catch up. “You said you had a bad day,” she explained further.

“That I did, although you could say the past few years have been rough,” he admitted.

“Well, I’ve been told I’m a good listener,” she pressed, resting her forearms on the bar counter as she leaned in closer, enough for him to smell the sweet fragrance of her perfume and to see the way her breasts squished together showing off her cleavage. Good Lord, she had to be aware of what she was doing.

“Oh honey, that story would take a while to tell, you don’t wanna listen to some random drunk prattle on about his problems,” he said, shaking his head at her.

“Try me” she retaliated. Leon took a sip of the drink, feeling his cock stir in his pants as he turned to face her, trying his hardest not to let his gaze travel downwards. He could feel himself growing more intoxicated with each second, his inebriated mind growing desperate. Desperate for what though, that was the question. Someone to lend an ear while he bitched and moaned about how much he wanted to kill himself? The tender loving embrace of someone who cared about him? Did he crave the sinful indulgence of a lover? All of them combined? He didn’t know this girl, but looking at her calm collected self, feeling the warmth of her skin, and smelling the sweetness of her breath, he thinks he’d like to know her.

"When I was a kid, I used to think about the kind of man I'd grow up to be... I never thought my life would turn out this way." Leon shook his head, trying to find the words he wanted to say. Vulnerability was not his forte. “Have you ever thought about what happened in your life to make it all go wrong? About what you could have possibly done in your past life to make you deserve this? Do you know what it's like to not be the one in control?” Leon shook his head, feeling a lump form in his throat, emotion building up within him. He hated acknowledging his feelings, made him feel weak, which he was, he just hated admitting it.

The girl gave him a soft sympathetic look, her small manicured hand reaching out and touching him gently. Leon hated pity, but he did appreciate the attempt at comfort. It wasn’t something he got a lot of. “I’m sure you did nothing to deserve this, you seem like a good man…” she trailed off, unsure of his name. “The world can be a fucked up place,” she murmured.

“Darlin’ you don’t even know the half of it” Leon scoffed, his larger calloused hand engulfing hers. He couldn’t explain what he was feeling, it was like some primal arousal in his gut, a heady warmth that caused him to shift restlessly in his seat. “And the name is Leon,” he added.

The girl seemed oblivious to his growing arousal, her hand squeezing his own gently as she gave him her name. “You don’t have to carry it alone, Leon. Everyone needs someone to talk to.”

“Dangerous words,” he chuckled dryly, pulling his hand away, his fingers reaching around the edge of the glass. "You're real eager, huh?" He leaned in, his breath heavy with whiskey. "You think you can fix me with your pretty smile and sweet talk?"

She didn’t pull back, her curled lips forming a knowing smile. There was something in the way she looked at him—like she wasn't afraid of the darkness in him.

She should be.

“I ain’t trying to fix you, just understand you,” her voice took on a more flirtatious edge,

Leon reached for his glass, his hand trembling slightly as he brought it to his lips. His throat burned, but it wasn’t just the whiskey. The girl’s presence was like fire—too close, too hot, and it was starting to scorch him. The fire licked at his subconscious, urging him for more, craving the burn.

"Don’t do this," he muttered, more to himself than to her. "You don’t know what you’re messing with."

She leaned in even closer, her lips brushing his ear. The heat of her breath was enough to make him dizzy, the combination of the alcohol and his pent-up desire made his head spin.

"Maybe I like danger," she whispered.

Leon could have snapped right then, grabbed her by the waist, and smashed his lips to hers in the middle of the bar for all to see. Instead, he took another gulp of his drink to calm his raging nerves. “You shouldn’t have said that sweetheart.”

The thing about drinking is that it’s a dangerous game. It starts slowly, a warm, fuzzy feeling, a dull hum that spreads through his limbs and brain after that first drink. At first, it’s like floating in a cloud, where the world feels distant and a little dreamy. His thoughts would become sluggish, and the edges of reality blur, but he didn’t mind because the numbness felt like a sweet relief. He could finally forget about his problems and the trauma that plagued him. The more he drank, the more the voices in his head became muffled, as if he was submerged underwater. For a brief while, everything was easy.

Then, the descent begins.

It's a shift he can never feel coming. The transition from a dream-like state to a nightmare. He became less aware and less in control of his own body. It was like he was no longer in the driver's seat, being shoved into the passenger side, forced to watch. Then the world would start to spin, and he was no longer in the front of the car at all, he was trapped in the dark of the trunk, blissfully unaware as his subconscious took over.

When Leon finally awakens from his drunken stupor he feels a warmth he isn’t used to feeling in his bed. The pounding in his head was throbbing, enough to make his teeth ache. He groaned, pinching his nose as he forced himself to sit up. That’s when he heard it.

That shrill feminine whine.

His heart rate speeds up, his breath hitching in his throat as he finally opens his eyes, turning to see a girl in his bed. Leon isn’t exactly a stranger to one-night stands, he doesn’t make a habit out of it, but sometimes if he feels desperate enough he’ll allow himself to indulge.

If a one-night stand is an indulgence, he must have been overcome with gluttony last night.

The girl from the bar last time is next to him. Naked and handcuffed to his headboard, her lacy panties shoved in her mouth. She looks at him with wide fearful eyes, glassy and red-rimmed as if she had been crying. Purple hickies and bite marks are littering her skin and Leon notices what appears to be dried cum stains on her stomach and thighs. He lets out a low guttural groan, hands covering his eyes as he tries to calm his racing heart. He hears muffled cries, her body jerking next to his. Slowly, he removes the used panties from her mouth, the girl gagging slightly.

“Please,” she whimpers softly. “Please let me go, I won’t tell anyone I promise.” Her lower lip is trembling and her eyes are getting watery as if she is about to start crying again. Leon feels a pang in his chest, like a knife to the heart. She’s looking at him like he’s a monster, and he supposes now he is.

Leon had always thought that despite the woes of his life, despite the fact he would never get any recognition for his work, at least he was a good guy. But as the naked and chained girl in his bed starts to cry, Leon doesn’t feel like a good guy anymore.

“Doll,” he starts, his hand tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ears, feeling all the more like scum when she flinches away from him. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I’m sorry I never met for this to happen.” Leon shakes his head, feeling his own eyes start to get watery. Fuck was he about to cry? “This isn’t me, I wouldn’t do this.” But he did, the evidence of his assault is chained up right next to him. The pair sit next to each other and cry. The girl’s cries are fearful little sobs, the kind that leaves your whole body trembling. Leon’s cries are more subdued, his shoulders twitching as small huffs leave his lips, tears escaping from his shut eyes.

He tries to remember what happened between leaving the bar last night and waking up to this. He can see bits and pieces, stills of his dark drunken escapade, but can’t see the full picture. A flash of ripping her clothes, scattering the ratty remnants on the floor. He remembers her pained face as he thrust into her, blood coating his cock. The image of his hand gripping her throat with wanton abandon was burned into his mind. Leon felt disgust brew inside him, disgust at himself. He had gotten blackout drunk more times than he could count, however, it normally ended in him passing out in the bathroom of the bar or getting into a fistfight in the alley. Never before had he thought he was capable of such atrocities. He was a monster through and through.

Like a child seeking comfort, Leon leans closer to the girl, resting his head on her chest as he cries. His arms wrap around her torso as he clings to her like a koala bear clinging to its mother. It’s pathetic really, but the sound of her heartbeat soothes him, and despite the hell he must have put her through last night she still smells good. A hint of her perfume lingered on her skin along with her sweet musky scent. Eventually, his cries subdued as Leon lay curled into the girl. He hadn’t even noticed she had stopped crying as well, a sad almost remorseful look on her face.

Leon knows the right thing to do would be to let her go, either hope she stays true to her word or face the consequences of his actions. Maybe deep down he’s scared of facing those consequences, he wouldn’t receive a trial, jail time and community service weren’t an option for him. No, he’d be put down like old yeller. It’s been an invisible threat hanging over his head since 1998. Obey or die. He knew too much and had seen too much, to ever be considered a normal citizen again. If he let this girl go, he might as well put a bullet in his brain now.

He had fantasized about killing himself for quite some time now. The ultimate choice of free will, the only way he could think of to rebel against his masters. He could pull the trigger and be free of it all. The only reason he hadn’t after Racoon City was because of Sherry. She had been a child, alone and a prisoner like him. It would have been cruel to leave her by herself. But Sherry was all grown up now, an agent like himself. She was a good kid who didn’t need him anymore.

It would be so easy to be free of this all. He’s got a loaded Ruger in his nightstand, and he hears it's a fast escape. A bang, a second of pain and he’d be a free man. Uncuff the girl, and let her run home to lick her wounds while he atones for his crime.

The selfless thing to do would be to let this girl go and accept his fate. However, as he snuggled up into her bare chest, Leon had a dark thought flicker through his mind. He was tired of being selfless, always putting others before himself. No, he deserved this. It was a disgusting thought he knew, but part of him felt as though he was owed a sliver of comfort. She could be that warmth he so desperately craved. A new reason to keep on going.

“I can’t let you go” he whispers against her skin, his arms tightening around her. “Won’t hurt you though, don’t worry” he assured her. The girl tensed underneath him, eyeing him warily as though she didn’t believe him. Why should she? After all, he was the one who had gotten blackout drunk and assaulted her.

He hesitates before pressing a kiss to her collarbone, a quick gentle peck, a crumb of condolence and affection. She doesn’t say anything, she just looks at him with sorrowful eyes.

“I’m not a bad guy” he whispers, mostly to himself as he settles back down in the valley of her breasts.

“I know” she whispers back, letting her head rest against the headboard. Leon feels a tear roll down his cheek. He had been content with destroying himself, never had he thought his dream of self-destruction would involve dragging someone else into his nightmare.

Note: Holy shit dude I finally posted it! Shout out to my friends for bullying me into finally posting, literally so nervous imma puke <<33

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