#tw: degradation

[arminsumi]

. . . 𝐬𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

► 'Love, love, love, I want your love... you and me could write a bad romance.'

+ Warnings: MDNI/18+ content, smut, kinda slowburn/enemies to lovers, bullying/toxicity, obsession, dom → sub!Gojo, some degradation, namecalling (sl★t), rough s★x, riding his abs, f★ngering, some hatef★cking

+ Tags: @ciggrx

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡?

This is what you've been wondering since you started at this college. It feels surreal, watching how people fawn over 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮, how they desperately — desperately — follow after his wake. His hoard of brainwashed admirers make it even harder for you to stand up to him, because they're convinced that he can do no wrong.

𝐒𝐞𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞, so your attempts to retaliate just earn a wide grin from him. He just thinks you're cute, assuming you're flirting with him, so he purrs back "Don't turn me on now." like you've just confessed how much you want to ride him.

𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬, ridiculing everything you like. Your music taste? "That's so basic." he scoffs, but when he goes home that night he's listening to each and every song that you mentioned, thinking of you.

𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮'𝐬 voice is always sweetened when he talks to you. No, it's not sweetened for anyone else; his words are so venomous but those saccharine syllables throw you off.

𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, hurrying to his car as soon as morning classes end to jerk off in the backseat. Leaky and twitchy, his cock stands upright with only one thought on its mind and that's to be inside you. He throws his head back while giving himself quick strokes, thinking about all the times you've sassed him back, flirted back. Tightening his jaw, Satoru gets off to the fantasy of you obsessing over him — instead of how it really is.

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞, openly admitting at parties that he'd "show you heaven" if he had fifteen minutes alone with you. Legs spread wide as he's sat, staring, taking a sip of his drink, Satoru whispers something about you to Suguru — causing his best friend to blush and smack his shoulder, muttering a scornful "Don't talk about girls like that, Satoru."

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲, where Satoru's attention is just plastered all over you. You're late? He's asking people where Miss Bunny is. You walk into the room? He sees you before you see him. You say something? He's straining his ears. You're dressed in a tight dress? He's thinking about peeling it off your body just before he slides into you. Oh, you brought a date with? He's going to mutter some terrible rumor into their ear so that by the end of the night you're all alone, just like he wants.

Once your date is gone, Satoru will make his way over to you, slide into the seat that's too small for two people — he'll press his thigh against yours, leaning over you like he's got no sense of personal space. "All alone? Need me to keep you company?" he grins, looking down at you. It only makes him grin wider when you playfully push his face away, "Have you been kissing girls all night with breath this bad?"

"Don't like the smell of liquor, huh? Then I take it you're not down for... ah never mind." he stops mid-sentence, just to tease you, smirking to himself when he sees your eyes light up with a attention.

𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐭, not expecting your reciprocation. The taste of liquor is sharp on his tongue, mixing with the flavor of your mouth — something he's been dying to taste.

𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮'𝐬 usually the center of attention, but now he's pulling you to the side, tongue exploring your mouth, lips plastered all over you like he's never felt someone better than you. It's just a party, and you're just horny, and he's just there; that's what you're telling yourself as you try to justify why your hands are on his chest.

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, leading you to the backseat of his car. "I hate you." you murmur against his lips, "Shut up and spread your legs." is all that he responds with before his hand finds its way down to your clothed pussy. He squeezes it, smiling about how small it feels in his palm.

𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 with you when he pleasures you with his fingers in the backseat of his car, his clit massaging feeling too good, his fingertip perfectly positioned. "You're so pretty." he says in adoration — totally forgetting about who he is as he watches you shiver and moan from the circling of his fingertips around your puffy clit. "Is it too much?" he whispers, easing the pressure, "Oh, you like it? You want more? Okay, pretty girl. I'll give you more. You just lay back and enjoy yourself."

𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, claiming that you imagined it all. You want more and he calls you a 'bitch in heat' with a grin on his face, like he's not the one who stared intently into your eyes while you came all over his fingers that night.

𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 asks Suguru to ask how you're doing, what you're up to — are you're free on the weekend? And Suguru just sighs in compliance, thinking lower and lower of his best friend because god, how pathetically prideful can one man be? "Just text her." he tells him, to which Satoru responds "No way. That would give her the satisfaction of knowing that I'm interested." and here is where Suguru groans, "Oh my God, what dumb games are you two playing with each other? She says she can't tell you she likes you, and you say you can't give her the satisfaction — you're both insane."

Satoru's eyes light up, "She said she likes me?! When was this? Was she joking? Did she look like she was joking? You can tell by the way the left corner of her lip curls. What are you groaning about! This is serious, Suguru! Take me seriously! What else has she said about me? Does she like my hair? Ask her if she likes my hair. And ask her what her favorite ice cream is — is she lactose intolerant? Suguru, don't walk away from me. I need this information and you're my spy. Come on, I'll pay you."

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, needing a cigarette each time he watches the two of you "fight like you're gonna fuck". Each time you storm off, leaving behind a Satoru who's smiling like a jackass and a Suguru who's shaking his head at his best friend, it seems like it's the last time you'll let Satoru ridicule you.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, asking Suguru where Satoru is. "I thought you said you hated him and never wanted to see him again?" he sighs, "Never mind. He was asking for you too. Yeah, he's in the hall."

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 accuses you of liking his best friend — to which you reassure him that you do not, as if you're his girlfriend. In fact, the argument in the hall goes down like you two are a fighting couple. But of course, while up in your face, Satoru's eyes are on your lips; it's not long before he's crashing onto your lips with a hateful kiss, like he's lost his mind and it's somewhere in your mouth.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮'𝐬 kisses are so hard that the force of them pins you to the wall — and god, he loves your whimpers. Every noise that he elicits out of you causes his lips to spread into a naughty smile; he keeps kissing you through this smile, lips wet and sore.

. . . 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮'𝐬 thrusts are so hard that the force of them makes your thighs and ass jiggle. He feels your hole contract tightly around his cock — and god, he moans like a bitch in heat.

It's so funny, because he accuses you that you moan like a bitch in heat. "Aw, you're so in love with your bully's big cock, aren't you?" he taunts.

The only correct response is a cheeky one; "Says you; you fuck me like you haven't gotten pussy in years." he hears this, then draws out his cock and slams it back in with a force that makes your eyes roll back. He pounds into you harder, hitting spots that all your exes failed to reach, moaning even more pathetically than before.

𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 babbles when he's close, "You love me, right? Tell me you love me. Please, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard if you say it."

But immediately after, he pretends like he never begged for any of that, and pretends like his cock didn't twitch and throb and spurt cum instantly when he heard you proclaim love for him.

𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐎𝐡, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞. He loves telling you how much he hates your guts while he's deep in them. He loves making a sloppy mess of you as he claims that he hates you and everything you stand for, feeling how sticky and wet you get at his growling voice. He loves how your greedy hole slicks not just his cock but also his abs, which he tauntingly accuses you of perving on.

𝐎𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫��𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞, he holds your hips down hard against his stomach and flexes his muscles against your pussy. "Look at that face, you love this don't you?" he grunts, feeling you slide back and forth over him, "I shoulda cum over myself first and let you ride me like that, huh? You'd love feeling my cum all over your pussy, wouldn't you?"

𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 loves cornering you after classes, pressing and grinding his growing erection into your tinier body. "Feel how hard I am — yeah, feel how much I fucking hate you, little slut." he coos against your lips, all up in your face, guiding your hand to his cock.

Of course, you can't even bother resisting the urge to squeeze it, can't even bother hiding how much you want him to ruin you with it. It just makes him grin, seeing you slowly fall apart and heat up after a few minutes of touching.

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, and he's told you "Don't test me, I'm not afraid to make you an ex. What do you mean we're not dating? Then why do you moan my name on my dick like I'm your man?" and he's crawled back to you, apologizing.

"I didn't mean it, I was just being an asshole for no reason. Come on, will you come tonight? Everyone's going to be there." he pleads you, eyes persuading you as they always do.

Because of course, he can't attend dumb frat parties without you anymore. To quote what he told Suguru, poutingly over the phone, after begging his best friend to help convince you to come; "What's the point of going if she isn't there? The whole purpose of my outfit this year is to scare the shit out of her... and then fuck the shit out of her. Don't you cringe at me, Suguru, it was your idea! No, you weren't joking! Don't play it off now! You literally told me that she has a kink for that — wait a minute, how'd you find out about that... DON'T YOU HANG UP ON ME!"

𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧, rubbing his dick into you from behind, claiming that he's gonna "Make you scream just like that" again and again tonight, right here in this bathroom. He makes sure to pronounce his muscles, to flex them, to really remind you how much stronger and taller and bigger he is.

𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝? 𝐍𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝… "It's you who's obsessed with me; just feel how wet you are." he groans, fingers stuffed knuckle-deep inside your pussy. He stares into your eyes intensely as you orgasm on his fingers, intently watching how your lips form his favorite 'o' shape.

𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 loves your weak holes, loves your expressions, loves how you crawl back to him for more even though he treats you so bad sometimes.

His nastiness turns you on but at some point, you think enough is enough; you turn the tables on him.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢��𝐝, because the girl he's obsessed with isn't obsessed with him anymore. He nags you to go on a date with him, he softens his eyes, holds you more gently — "Stop ignoring me." he whines like a child.

𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 to beg you to go out with him, to kiss him just one more time, to come back to his bed, to sit on his face, "I can prove to you that heaven's on my tongue. What? No, no. I didn't mean all of that. I know I was a jerk to you back then, but please, just give me another chance."

𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, following after your shadow. But now he's the one at your mercy; you lead him by the hand upstairs to empty rooms during those dumb frat parties, and you ride him until he whimpers like a bitch in heat. "Close already? It's only been fifteen minutes, Satoru. What happened to your stamina?" you taunt him, "Keep it together."

Now riding Satoru pulls the most pathetic sounds out of his pretty lips. His sensitive cock twitches and jumps at just the sight of you, of course it's throbbing and bursting with cum within ten minutes. Sometimes less. And what does he babble as he's about to cum? "Please don't stop." in the most pathetic tone of voice.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, grovels at your feet, mumbles in agreement to the things you want to do. He's just caved in, totally given up on acting tough and mean, given up on pretending that he hates everything you like — he wonders to himself, why did he waste so much time being an asshole? He could have just sat there, like he is now, listening to you yap with hearts in his eyes.

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, "𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲"!𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮'𝐬 totally smitten, desperate for your attention. Suguru's always commenting on how you've changed him for the better, while Satoru denies having changed at all.

But let his actions speak for his change. He's always cancelling those dumb frat parties to make plans with you. You want to see this new fancy restaurant? Hold on, he's got to buy you a glittery dress for the occasion. What if we went to the seaside? That's not overly romantic, is it? Ring shopping? Relax, he's just a college student, he's not going to propose to you. Buying a diamond ring is just a personal investment for his future.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

[pluto-on-mars]

Brainrot

I literally just wanted to write abt Tsukishima fucking you dumb and being mean abt it <3

if you wanna commission me HMU!!!

Tsukishima kei x reader (18+ MDNI)

Includes: dumbification, unprotected sex, overstimulation, degradation, thigh riding/fucking(?), fingering, edging, oral (f receiving), plot what plot/pwp

Wordcount: 1,326 (unfinished)

Tsukishima was always one to tease, and you would normally put up with it. Normally you could handle his teasing touches to an extent. But currently, you felt like you were burning, mind hazy as Tsukishima's lips captured yours in a searing kiss.

His actions were intoxicating, swirling your tongue with his, and occasionally sucking on it. You felt like you were melting, Tsukishima's intense actions causing the spark of arousal to ignite.

You moaned into the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as you tried your best to keep up with his actions. Your arms draped around his neck as you pulled yourself impossibly closer to him.

He shifted, causing his thigh to go right between your legs. You rocked your hips, trying to get anything to touch you right where you needed it. Suddenly, he pulled away, chuckling in amusement as you leaned forward trying to kiss him again. Hands came up to grip your hips which halted your movements.

You panted," Kei, please." His face was still close to yours, allowing you to feel the words as he spoke," Please? Please what?" There was a slight mocking tone to his words that went straight to your core.

You tried to buck your hips against his thigh but it was no use, his hands kept you firmly in place but for some reason that just aroused you even more.

Your face flushed, embarrassment crawling into your mind. You whispered," Please touch me."

You watched as a condescending smirk splayed across his features He moved his face closer, lips lightly brushing against each other, but not exactly capturing yours into a kiss.

He pulled your hips down, making your clothed cunt press against his thigh. Your breath hitched as he started to slowly rock your hips," What was that? I'm gonna need you to speak. louder." He punctuated his words by bouncing his thigh.

You felt like you were going to burst, brain processing his words much slower than usual. You begged," Please use your fingers to fuck my cunt, Kei please."

Tsukishima inhaled sharply, his hand going between your thighs, the other rubbing circles into your hips. " Well since you asked so nicely." he cooed out.

His slim fingers traced around your clothed clit, giving feather light touches that was something but at the same time nothing. Your breath hitched, about to beg him to stop his teasing.

But he pushed your underwear aside, cold fingers gathering your slick and swirling it around your clit. You bucked your hips into his hand as you gripped him tighter," Fuck! Kei-"

He let out an amused chuckle as he teased you," Look at you, so wet that you don't even have to suck on my fingers before I put them in you." Your breath hitched as his fingers slipped into your entrance.

He started to move his fingers, quickly finding that spongey spot inside you that made you see stars. You dug your face in the crook of his neck, as you tried to bite back your moans.

His lips brushed your ears as he muttered his words," You know better than to hide from me, or are you just a stupid whore?"

You let out a wanton moan as he started to speed up, thumb suddenly circling your clit. "Oh shit- faster! Please Kei 'm gonna cum!"

He nipped at your ear as he sped up his pace, fingers reaching your g-spot with every movement. You let out a desperate keen," Kei! 'M about to- fuck! 'M gonnacum-"

Suddenly, just as the knot you felt in your abdomen was about to snap, Tsukishima stopped. He laughed at you," What, did you think I was gonna let you cum that easily? You really are dumb."

You rolled your hips, needily nipping and kissing his neck in hopes that would somehow convince him to give you more. He huffed," Look at you, such a desperate whore trying to use anything to get off."

You frantically nodded," Need you Kei!" Tsukishima let out a low groan as your words went straight to his cock.

" Really now? Show me how much you need me." he rasped. You slowly started to rock your hips against his thigh, moaning as you felt him flex his thigh. You felt hot under his gaze as you sped up your pace.

Pressing into his thigh, you moaned as he started to play with one of your nipples, rolling it with his thumb. " Fuck, look at you making a mess of my thigh."

Going faster, you felt fuzzy, static starting to buzz throughout your limbs," Kei 'm gonna cum, please let me cum!" His hands grabbed your hips as he rocked you faster, slowly making pressure build in your abdomen.

"Go ahead, cum for me slut." His name-calling sent you over the edge, the orgasm that you had been waiting for finally arriving. You gripped onto him as your thighs started to shake," 'M cumming! Fuck! Shit Kei!"

Tsukishima would be lying if he said he didn't love to hear you moan his name. His gaze locked onto your face as it started to morph into an expression of pure ecstasy.

He slowly stopped rocking your hips against his thigh as you came down from your high. He put his lips on yours as he swallowed your moans, lightly biting your bottom lip as he laid you down.

His tongue worked his way inside your mouth as his hands trailed down to your tits. Pulling away from the kiss with a sharp pop he left a trail of wet kisses against your neck. Slowly going lower, and lower, hands following in his mouth's wake.

His mouth traveled to your inner thigh, nipping at it slightly. Your legs threatened to close when he let his breath fan across your sensitive cunt. Using his hands to keep your legs open for him, he used his tongue to lick a long stripe up your pussy and swirled it around your clit.

You tried to close your legs around his head, but he was just too strong. " 'M still sensitive!" you cried out. But that did nothing to deter him as he wrapped his lips around your nub and hummed.

" What was that?" He muttered against you, sending vibrations throughout your core. You cried out," Just came- Please 'm so sensitive. It's too good!"

" A whore like you can handle it." He teased right before his tongue delved into your wet hole. He ate you like a man starved, lapping at your folds and thrusting his tongue in and out.

Your back arched as you felt another orgasm begin to build again. Tsukishima moved his hands to hold your hips down, allowing you to close your thighs around his head. Your hands moved to grip his sandy blonde hair, meeting his sharp gaze as he looked at you.

Tsukishima felt you clench around his tongue and he brought a thumb to your clit. You let out a choked moan as you babbled out," Cumming again! 'M gonna- cumming! 'M cumming!"

Tsukishima moved his tongue faster, spurred on by your moans. He moaned into your cunt, your juices covering his face. Finally moving away from your hole, he captured your lips in a kiss. Its passionate nature feeling like a gentle contrast compared to his intense actions.

The sudden feeling of Tsukishima sinking you down on his cock made you see stars, his sinful groan making your walls clench around him. " Fuck, you're so wet, didn't even need my dick to make you such a mess."

He grabbed your hips, setting his own pace as he used his hands to slam them up and down, pushing his dick in and out.

" Such a slut, cumming before I could put my cock in you." He grunted, hands gripping down harder as you tightened around him.

" You-you said I could." You managed to choke out in your breathless state.

" Oh?" You knew it was an immediate mistake when you felt him stop," Still have enough sense in you to talk back I see?" he sneered.

Flipping you around so that your ass was up in the air, he wasted no time pushing his dick back between your folds. Slamming into you at a brutal pace, you couldn't stop the desperate moans that escaped you even if you wanted to.

" Can't have that now can I?" He husked, making his thrusts harder.

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Pretty When You Cry 𝜗ৎ König

Kinktober Day XXV: Crying

summary: hubby fucks you so good you cry tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, p in v, crying, degradation, praise, rough sex, dacryphilia, mean!könig, but also sweet?könig, dom!könig, sub!reader, author tries really hard at accents wc: 1.3k

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König loomed over you, his hands perched on your hips, pulling you backward to meet his brutal thrusts. Your pussy was stretched painfully wide to accommodate his girth, his length spearing in and out of you at a ruthless speed. His hand found its way into your hair, pushing your cheek into your pillow. His grip tightened, his growls deepening, his balls smacking lewdly against your clit as he used you for his pleasure.

König perched his leg upwards, now kneeling behind your more diminutive form as he fucked into you at a new angle that made your vision go white with pure ecstasy.

A choked sob escaped your lips, heavy and caught in your throat, as an overwhelming pressure surged deep within your chest. Your heart raced, your chest heaving with every breath you took, and tears cascaded down your cheeks, warm and relentless.

"Ahh, you feel so good, meine Kleine..." he groaned, his voice strained and husky. He reveled in the feeling of your tightness around him, your body quivering beneath his powerful thrusts. His fingers flexed in your hair, guiding your head further into the pillow as he leaned over you, his muscular chest pressing against your back.

He paused momentarily, allowing you to adjust to the new angle, then began moving again—this time harder, faster. His hips rocked against yours, his heavy breaths hot against your neck. He could feel your tears wetting the pillowcase beneath your face, but his arousal was too great to care about any emotional turmoil you might be experiencing. He needed to claim you, to mark you as his own. His cock swelled inside you, and his tempo increased.

His hand trailed down your spine, resting at the base of your back, holding you firmly against him. His thrusts grew more forceful, almost violent in nature. He knew you could take it—he'd seen you do it before.

With every one of your sobs, König's thrusts became more powerful, his grip on your hip tightening as he continued to ravage you. His teeth sank into your shoulder, eliciting a muffled cry from your lips, the pain adding fuel to the fire of his lust.

He pulled almost completely out before slamming back into you, the impact making your whole body jolt forward. His breathing grew ragged as his orgasm loomed near, his muscles tensing with anticipation. His fingers dug into your skin as he began to pound into you mercilessly, his hips moving with a wild abandon.

He leaned close to your ear, whispering, "Vhat are you? Mine, yes?" He sought validation, needed it, as his control started to slip. He wanted to hear you admit it, to acknowledge that you belonged to him and no one else. The room was filled with the sound of flesh meeting flesh, punctuated by your cries and his harsh breaths. "Say it..." he demanded, his voice strained, as he continued his relentless assault.

König's thrusts intensified, each one hitting deep inside you, causing waves of pleasure mixed with pain that sent your senses spiraling. His teeth grazed your neck, sending shivers down your spine, as he sought to regain control of the situation. His cock throbbed inside you, his climax approaching rapidly.

"Vhat are you?" he asked again, more insistent this time. "Mine, aren't you?" He needed to hear it, to know that he had complete dominance over your being. He reached around with one hand, finding your clit and beginning to rub it roughly, ignoring any signs of protest or pain.

"Answer me!" His fingers worked furiously, pushing you closer to the edge. His breaths came in short, and staccato burst against your neck.

“M’yours!” You sobbed, crying out as he landed sharp blows to your ass, the smacks ricocheting off the walls and into your ears.

"Ja, meine Kleine..." he growled in approval, feeling his orgasm build further at your submission. His thrusts became erratic, each one more powerful than the last.

He continued to spank you, each slap echoing through the room as he drove deeper inside you. His grip on your hip tightened, leaving bruises that would bloom later. He wanted you to remember this moment—to recall who owned you every time you sat down or moved. The thought sent another surge of desire coursing through his veins.

"Scream for me..." he commanded, his voice low and guttural. His fingers circled your clit relentlessly, applying pressure until you cried out again, your body tensing beneath him. He knew you were close—he could feel how your muscles contracted around him. With one final, brutal thrust, he pushed you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave.

König followed suit, his release exploding with a primal roar that shook the very foundations of the building. His cock pulsed inside you, filling you with hot semen.

"Mine," he growled triumphantly as he rode out the last waves of pleasure before collapsing onto the bed beside you, his breaths heavy and labored.

König gripped your face in his rough hand, squishing your cheeks together until your lips puckered childishly. He pulled you toward him, ignoring your whimper in pain. He lowered his hand to your upper neck, controlling your head movements before leaning forward and dragging his tongue over your damp skin, collecting the salty tears into his mouth, drinking your essence with a groan of pleasure. “So pretty,”

"Shh... it's okay, meine Schatz..." he said soothingly, pulling you close and pressing a tender kiss to your temple. He didn't enjoy causing you pain—it merely served to heighten his pleasure. He wrapped his strong arms around you, holding you securely against his broad chest as your sobs subsided into quiet whimpers.

He could feel your rapid heartbeat slowing, your breathing evening out. His gaze shifted to your reddened ass, where his handprints still lingered. A sense of pride swelled within him—a reminder of his possession. He pulled the covers over you both, his cock still semi-hard inside you.

"Get some rest..." he murmured, his voice gruff with satisfaction. König stroked your hair gently, his eyes never leaving your face as you slept.

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convenience

"And we thought; why not? We’re all cooped up in here together for the next month; why not let us get a taste of that little pussy? Suck on those sweet tits? Stretch that tiny mouth?” He reaches forward, brushing a piece of hair away from your cheek, chuckling under his breath when you go to nip at his fingers. Cute, he thinks, likens you to a terrified little stray that he can’t wait to domesticate.

“Bro, you really do sound like a creep right now.” Yuuji pops the bubble of intensity between you and Sukuna, holding his hands up in surrender when Sukuna snaps his gaze to his over his thick shoulder.

“Shut the fuck up, you were the main one on board when I proposed the idea.”

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OR, you're left alone with your stepbrothers, and they propose a mutually beneficial idea to you.

Warnings: stepcest, foursome, sloppy kissing, spitting in readers mouth, reader gets spanked once, degradation from sukuna, reader is referred to with she/her pronouns, nicknames used are princess, brat, sis, and slut, blowjobs, unprotected sex, cumshots, coming inside, cum eating choso, face fucking, and cunnilingus. I think that's it but it's also not proofread so take that as you will.........

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When your mother introduced you to her new husband Kenjaku, impressed was not the first thing you’d describe yourself as. Confused? Definitely. A little bit annoyed? Sure. Peeved? More than anything. 

“How could you get married to someone without your only child meeting them first?” You had asked her, unafraid to speak your mind in front of her new husband. He only stood there with an almost easygoing smile, his hands folded in front of him, his gaze locked on your furrowed brows. You ignored the man though, focused solely on your mother who just frowned at you, stepping forward to hold you by the shoulders. 

“That’s just love, sweetheart,” she tries to convince you with a halfhearted smile. “You’ll understand when you find the right one.”

You hadn’t believed her one bit, especially not with the way Kenjaku seemed to slither all around her like some viper ready to pounce on its prey. But you couldn’t talk her out of the marriage, nor her moving the both of you in to her new husbands house, alongside his three other children. 

And although you couldn’t be convinced of Kenjaku, perhaps you could be convinced of your new stepbrothers. 

The youngest one was Yuuji, aged twenty, still in college. He was on the local football team, a sweetheart with pink and brown hair and a huge grin. He was kind, with his big eyes and overbearing hug that popped your back into place. You didn’t comment on the fact that he brushed the curve of your ass when he hugged you, nor the way his eyes kept drifting to your cleavage. 

The middle brother was Choso, aged twenty-five, a local tattoo artist that seemed to brood more than anything. He was handsome though, with his dark hair twisted into twin buns, a thick black line etched over the bridge of his nose, his dark eyes that seemed to stare at you just a bit too long. His gaze was heavy, his hands warm where they shake your own, his lips pink when he licks them at the sight of your wide smile. 

And then, the oldest son was Sukuna, aged twenty-eight, and some business mogul that you’re pretty sure isn’t one hundred percent legal in his duties. He seemed uninterested when your mother walked into the room, but found this lecherous grin to carve out the bottom half of his face when he laid eyes on you. Him and Yuuji looked the most alike, although you could see the maturity differences in the two brothers, how Sukuna seemed to double in size, the undercut of his hair shaved close, his teeth sharp. 

They were…overwhelming, to say the least. And you had to share a house with them now? You weren’t sure how you were going to survive it, especially since your first four weeks living with them were going to be without your mom. Her and Kenjaku were going on their honeymoon, traveling across a few countries, and Kenjaku had already hired the movers to move your things in by nightfall. 

It all just feels like too much too fast. It was just you and your mom for the longest and now—and now you have a stepdad and three stepbrothers who look at you in a way you don’t think brothers should. But they would never try anything, right? Because you’re siblings now? They know that its wrong and gross and unethical to try something with their new stepsister, right?

…

The first week goes by uneventfully. You don’t see much of the three brothers, since its Yuuji’s final week, the beginning of summer so an uptick in tattoo clients, and whatever secret business deal shit Sukuna has going on. The adjustment to the new place is a little hard, since its much bigger than you’d ever lived in before. The neighborhood is quiet, and you get a little lonely, a little scared, being in the huge house by yourself. 

But something about that newfound freedom is a bit more captivating than you thought possible. 

When you’re alone in the house, you walk around in smaller clothing than you would when you know there are basically three male strangers living with you. You shower with the door cracked open just the tiniest bit, leave your towel in places that may stray just a bit too far. But you make do with your alone time, which might’ve been the reason you found yourself in your current predicament during your second week in the house.  

Yuuji was sweet. Big brown eyes and an easygoing personality. He was soft around the edges, different from his hard-cut older brothers, all cut muscles and brooding irritation. Yuuji was different. Again, he was sweet, and charming, and so easily disarming, you’re surprised to find him waiting for you when you step out of the shower.

You’re not sure how you hadn’t heard him beforehand. You pause, mouth agape, frozen in place, water droplets still dripping from your wet, naked skin. 

Naked. Holy fuck, you’re standing in front of your stepbrother completely fucking naked while he leans against the bathroom sink, having the nerve to look as startled as you.

“Please don’t scream!” Yuuji says quickly, hands out as if he wants to grab you, before he curls them back against his chest, thinking better of it. You still haven’t put on a towel; it’s on the other side of the hall in your new room, way past your new stepbrother who definitely has been eye fucking you since your parents left for their stupid fucking honeymoon. Was this a setup this whole time, orchestrated by all the men in this family? Were they even really related? Was this all some ploy to separate you from your mother, leave you in a house alone with three men you barely even know?

“Why the fuck are you in here, Yuuji?” You rush out in a breath, finally covering yourself as much as you can with your hands and arms, but it proves fruitless. The way your breasts press firm against the flesh of your forearms, your stomach curving down to the softness between your thighs, the hair there heavy with wet, dripping with every second that Yuuji stares.

“Well, I needed to get something from the medicine cabinet, and I didn’t hear the water running until I was already in here and didn’t wanna slam the door so I panicked and stayed and,”

“And you’re a fucking creep for staying.” You snap when he finally takes a breath, watching the way his mouth snaps shut in surprise. His brows furrow, the pink of his hair beginning to lay flat on his forehead from the humidity of the bathroom.

“Hey, that’s rude,” he folds his arms across his chest, still leaning against the sink, mouth pulled down as he continues watching you, making no move to finally leave the bathroom. You take a step, opening your mouth to berate him, when the bathroom door suddenly creaks open the tiniest bit, and another familiar pink head of hair pops in.

“Have you softened her up yet, brat?” Sukuna asks, face distorted in a grimace as he quickly assesses the situation and sees the way you’re perched up in the corner of the bathroom. Sukuna shoots his youngest brother a dirty look, to which Yuuji throws his hands up in defeat.

“I don’t know how to do this, bro. I feel like a creep!” He all but yells, frustration bleeding from his voice as he frowns at his brother. You shoot him a look, still trying to fruitlessly cover yourself in the corner of the bathroom. 

“You are a creep!” You shout back, head whipping around to face Sukuna as he barges in, arms folded across his chest as he leans against the bathroom door, fully closing it behind him. He sucks all the air out of the already humid room, his presence big and intimidating as he takes up entirely too much space in the small room. 

“Don’t insult my little brother.” Sukuna chides you with less malice than you would’ve thought. “We just wanted to propose a certain,” Sukuna pauses, licking his teeth between closed lips that pull into a lecherous grin, devious. “Deal for you, that would be beneficial to all parties.”

You can only look around in confusion, going from one pink haired brother to the other, your arm starting to grow tired from having to shield yourself from their gazes. Sukuna doesn’t even try to hide his lust for you, licking at his lips like some predator waiting to devour sweet, succulent meat, adjusting the front of his pants with a bulge that makes your throat suddenly feel too tight. Yuuji tries to be better, but you catch the way his eyes follow a trail of water sliding from the curve of your neck to your breasts, how he swallows thickly and doesn’t attempt to hide his erection. 

“Was this a set up from the beginning?” You spit at them, eyeing them suspiciously, ready to pounce at any given second if they try anything. “That your dad got with my mom, just so you freaks could have me to yourselves?”

“The fuck are you on about?” Sukuna mutters to himself, thick eyebrows scrunching up in confusion as he finally rips his gaze away from your still wet body. He shoots Yuuji a look, one that is met with an equal amount of confusion as if what you just suggested was the craziest thing they had ever heard of. Like they weren’t actively standing in the bathroom while you stood there naked from your shower, proposing some deal that you’re pretty sure will involve the usage of at least two of your holes. 

“We didn’t even know that idiot was seeing someone until the day before we met you. We just came up with the idea after we saw what a pretty little thing you were.” The confusion bleeds away from Sukuna’s tone, turning suggestive with every word, every up and down glance of your body. He stalks forward until he’s only a few feet away from you, until your heels hit the edge of the tub, until he looms over you with a grin wide enough for you to be devoured in. 

“And we thought; why not? We’re all cooped up in here together for the next month; why not let us get a taste of that little pussy? Suck on those sweet tits? Stretch that tiny mouth?” He reaches forward, brushing a piece of hair away from your cheek, chuckling under his breath when you go to nip at his fingers. Cute, he thinks, likens you to a terrified little stray that he can’t wait to domesticate. 

“Bro, you really do sound like a creep right now.” Yuuji pops the bubble of intensity between you and Sukuna, holding his hands up in surrender when Sukuna snaps his gaze to his over his thick shoulder. 

“Shut the fuck up, you were the main one on board when I proposed the idea.” Sukuna frowns, and you’ve never thought they resembled brothers more than they did now. Speaking of brothers, a thought comes into your head as you look around the bulk of Sukuna, surprised to find the door still closed. 

“What about…the other one? Choso?” You ask softly, scared that if you say his name loud enough, you might speak him up. A proposed threesome is already daunting enough, you couldn’t imagine a fourth person at the same time. You would definitely be using more than two holes at that point. 

“He’s a bit of an odd one.” Yuuji says with a shrug, leaning casually against the sink as if the one brother not cornering you in the bathroom right now is the strange one. “I’m sure he’ll come around soon enough though.”

“But what if I never come around to this crazy, sick and twisted fucking idea? What then? What will you all do to me?” Your voice rises to a level of panic, your grip on your breasts and pussy tightening as you try to shield yourself from them, as if they were poised to attack at any minute. But the brothers just stare at you funny, as if you’re the one overreacting like crazy right now. 

“…Nothing?” Yuuji says, sending a confused look to his brother who just rolls his eyes. “It’s your choice. We’d just go out and find someone else, probably. But that’d be harder, and you’re just so pretty, I don’t wanna waste my time looking for someone else.” Yuuji looks akin to a puppy at the moment, big rounded eyes looking up at you with so much pleading, you almost waver for a second. Almost. 

“So? What do you say, brat?” Sukuna asks, not stepping any closer but not backing away either, still looming, hands tucked neatly in his pockets as he looks down his nose at you. And you watch him back from under your lashes, nose twitching as you try to weight your options. 

They’re your stepbrothers. It should be gross and wrong, shouldn’t it? It’s not like you grew up around them, have known them since you were all in diapers. You just met them, but then again, that was a problem too, wasn’t it? They were practically strangers, ones that you have to live with—alone—for two more weeks after this. What if everything went wrong? What if they were too much? What if they started using you whenever they felt like it, and why did the idea of free use make you clench ever so slightly?

They were attractive. There was no denying that. And they obviously wanted you in more ways than you could probably imagine. Why not let them get their fill? It would be beneficial to you, too. You can’t remember the last time you had been with someone, much less two people at the same time, much much less two brothers, and possibly a third. 

Why not explore? You only live once, only have this amount of time with them for a few more weeks. Whats the harm in letting them get their fill, and you getting yours? 

“We have to establish a few rules first.”

…

You’re not sure how many rules you actually got out before the two brothers pounced on you. It was an explanation of this, a tutted finger to them about that, but before you knew it, Sukuna had scooped you up into his arms and had dumped you on his too large bed. The sheets were dark, cleanly made and neat, all ruffled and soft when he dumps you onto them. 

Before he could even bend over to fit his mouth against yours, Yuuji is there, cupping your cheeks and pressing his lips against your soft ones. He’s eager, like a puppy, licking his way into your mouth the moment you gasp from surprise, running his tongue along your gums and teeth, nipping at your pink muscle when it finally moves against his own. You hold his nape, pressing him closer against you as Sukuna complains about his overactive brother, before he fits his own mouth against the curve of your neck. 

It’s overwhelming already, and they haven’t even started touching you. Sukuna’s mouth is big and hot, his teeth too sharp to be humanly possible. He sucks the thin skin of your neck into his mouth, licking and biting hard enough to make you gasp out in a mix of pain, of pleasure when Yuuji sucks your tongue into his own mouth. He holds you by the cheeks, guiding your head this way and that so his tongue can explore every inch of you, before his brother pulls him back by the scruff like a dog. 

“Alright, brat, you have to remember to let her breathe, yeah?” Sukuna chides, shaking his head at the way Yuuji pants, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth, shiny on his chin. Sukuna guides his head down to the other side of your neck to keep him busy, before he’s on you with his own mouth, his grin wide and greedy. 

Sukuna kisses you much slower, much more precise and deeper than Yuuji did. While Yuuji was all excitement and tongue, Sukuna is all purpose and teeth. He grazes your bottom lip with his canines, kissing you roughly whenever you moan from Yuuji’s formation of a hickey on your throat. He holds you by your jaw as he presses thick fingers to your cheeks, forcing your mouth open as he spits in it, harsh and unapologetic, grinning from the surprised look on your face. 

“Swallow it.” He commands you, voice low and stern, leaves little room for debate. You go to close your mouth but Yuuji pops up beside his brother, damn near head butting him as he perks up. 

“Wait, mine too,” he says, pursing his lips as Sukuna squishes your cheeks even harder to get you to open up once more. Yuuji lets his spit fall from his mouth into yours, much sweeter than his brother, and grins when he sees how it all pools inside of your wet, hot mouth. Sukuna places a heavy hand over your mouth and nose, not letting up until he sees the bob of your throat, feels your mouth purse under his palm as you swallow their conjoined spit, grinning at the way your eyes go heavy. 

“Knew you’d be a slut from the moment I first saw you.” Sukuna smirks, all devious with the way he begins to pop open the buttons from his shirt. He kneels between your legs, shucking his clothes off as Yuuji stands at the end of the bed, following suit until they both are in front of you, naked, bodies cut from marble. 

You can only swallow thickly as you take the two of them in, their intimidating statures, how Yuuji is much more like his brother than you thought possible underneath the baggy clothes. Sukuna is still much larger than Yuuji, but both of their statures are far bigger than anyone you think you’ve ever been with. Their muscles bulge, their pecs tight and heavy, their stomach cut with sharp definiteness that make your eyes cross. 

But what lies between their legs makes you scoot back a bit on the bed. Sukuna grins while Yuuji only gives you a pitying little look. 

“Aww, don’t be like that,” Yuuji coos, climbing on the bed beside you as Sukuna grabs your ankle to yank you back down to his level. You let out a yelp, louder than you intended, full on screaming when Sukuna suddenly flips you over onto your tummy and presents you into the perfection position for him at the edge of the bed. He presses your knees up until you’re kneeling, before he’s pushing you back down, forcing your back into an arch so deep, that you can’t help the whine that bleeds from your lips. 

“You don’t have to be so rough, you fucking jackass,” you snap to Sukuna over your shoulder, only for him to force your head forward, making you eye level with Yuuji’s weeping cock. 

“Sorry, can’t hear you over the sounds of you choking on cock.” Sukuna hums under his breath, fingers tracing the curve of your ass, your presented pussy peeking between pretty thighs. You go to make another retort, but Yuuji guides his leaking tip to your open mouth, brushing the slit of it over your bottom lip before pulling away again. You can’t help but lick the salty taste of his precum from your skin, staring up at him from under your lashes. 

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” Yuuji murmurs, hips bucking from just the sight of you, accidentally forcing the tip past your lips, scraping your teeth. But Yuuji just groans at the contact, gripping your cheek in his hand as he presses your mouth to open even wider. As you do, a soft groan slips from between your lips as Sukuna slides two thick fingers through the wetness of your cunt. 

You feel him pull away, snickering under his breath as he holds his digits up to present to his brother, grinning when Yuuji holds his hand to lick away the stickiness. He fucks his tip into your mouth without control, eyes rolling up at the taste of you, at the feel of your hot mouth around his sensitive tip. 

“Fuck, I’m about to cum already.” Yuuji groans when Sukuna rips his fingers back, pressing both of them inside of you without much consideration. You cry out, your sounds muffled as Yuuji bucks his hips again without much control, whole body shuddering at the way your sounds vibrate through his shaft. 

“Fuckin’ virgin,” Sukuna snickers, fucking both of his thick fingers inside of you, stretching you so fast you feel lightheaded. You go to take a breath, but Yuuji only drools more precum onto your tongue, makes your mouth and throat full with the taste and smell of him. 

“Shaddup,” Yuuji mutters, gripping your scalp at the base as he holds your head still to start fucking your mouth. He starts with slow, unsure thrusts, afraid of hurting you, of doing too much too fast. But Sukuna goads him, fucking your cunt sloppy with two big fingers, forcing you open to take his thick cock before you’re even ready for him. 

“Cmon, stop going so soft, and fuck her mouth like its yours. Make it gape just like her pussy when we’re finished with ‘em.” He grips your ass in his other hand, leaving a bruising smack that makes your entire body flinch. His hands are so thick and heavy, they open you up, pull you apart so well, that you think you might be close, even though he hasn’t even touched your clit yet. 

“Oh, shit,” Yuuji gasps at his brothers words, bucking his hips against your mouth much harder than before. He’s still only giving you the tip, but you find yourself greedy, ready to feel him in your throat, taste him with every swallow you make. You reach up, grazing your fingernails over the veins bulging from his shaft, staring up at him as you drop your mouth as wide as you can, indicating for him to give it all to you. 

“Holy fuckin’ shit,” Yuuji repeats, grabbing both sides of your head as he slams the entirety of his cock inside of your mouth. You choke loudly, eyes instantly watering as you claw at his thighs, feeling his cock kiss the back of your throat quicker than you expected. He apologizes under his breath but Sukuna only laughs at him, pulling his fingers from your cunt as he wipes the stickiness alongside his own shaft. 

“There we fuckin’ go,” Sukuna growls, planting his foot on the bed beside you as he lines up a too thick cock against your still unprepared hole, his grin wide and devious. He shares a momentary look with his brother, both of them leaving you empty long enough to hear just the tiniest whine before they sink their cocks deep inside of you, one filling up your mouth with thick, leaky precum, the other stretching your tiny hole with a cock so fat you think you’re being split open. 

The sound you let out is unholy. You’re sure the neighbors must hear you, must think your brothers are performing an exorcism on you with the way you scream out, even with Yuuji’s thick cock taking up entirely too much space in your mouth. Your eyes roll back, your arms getting weak as you struggle to hold yourself up. 

“Can’t tap out now, princess, we’re just getting started.” Sukuna laughs at you, watching you go limp as he bottoms out, Yuuji’s cock falling from your mouth. His brother jerks himself off over your face either way, watching over your shoulder how Sukuna stretches you out in ways that seem impossible, but your puffy lips stretch around him anyway. 

Sukuna grips you by your upper arms, hefting you up until you’re eye level with Yuuji’s cock once more. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Sukuna slowly pulls out just to slam back in, same time Yuuji pries your mouth open with his tip, his slit leaking and thick as he rubs himself against your teeth, your gums, until all you can taste is him. 

It’s too much; you don’t think you can handle everything they’re throwing at you all at once. Sukuna fucks you so hard that you can’t catch your breath, Yuuji forcing himself down your throat, making you feel like you’re bulging from every angle. You’re a puppet for them to use, and you never thought you’d like feeling so used more than you do now. 

“Ah, little brother. I was wondering when you were going to join us.” Sukuna suddenly says, his balls clapping against your ass from how hard he fucks you. It takes you a moment to register that he’s not talking to Yuuji, as you can only wait to hear Choso begin to talk as Yuuji pressings his shaft as deep as it can get in your mouth. 

“I can’t believe you corrupted Yuuji into doing this with you.” Choso says softly, a hint of disappointment in his tone. You almost feel dirty, suddenly ashamed from how quiet his tone is, how depraved you must be, letting two brother spit roast you while your parents are away. How could you ever convince yourself that this was okay? 

“Get off your moral high ground.” Sukuna snarls, barely sounding breathless despite the way he jackhammers his fat cock deep inside of you again and again until your forehead hits Yuuji’s abs repeatedly. “Here, let me flip her over so you can get a better view. Know how much you love a nice pair of tits, Choso.” 

You can practically hear the wink in Sukuna’s voice as he places his foot down, barely pulling out of you before he’s flipping you onto your back. It takes you a second to adjust to the new position, but both brothers are on you before you can catch your breath. Yuuji eclipses you as he sits on his knees beside your head, slapping the head of his cock against your parted lips as he drools down against your mouth. 

“She feels so good, Cho’,” Yuuji mumbles, sliding his cock between your lips and pressing it until it bulges your cheek. Sukuna slaps at the bulge it creates gently, laughing when your eyes roll back into your head as he starts to piston his hips inside of you again, finally touching your clit with thick, mean fingers. 

Your eyes flutter open, back into focus, when you feel a pair of unfamiliar, cold hands grazing along the skin of your stomach. You look down at Choso’s pale hand, how it holds the softness of your belly, inches up to your bouncing tits as Sukuna slams his hips into your own, his grip against your skin tight and bruising, the other rubbing mean circles against your clit. Yuuji fucks your mouth like he can’t control his hips, his eyebrows scrunched in pleasure as he presses his tip to your cheek, jerking the his shaft off against your mouth with a hot hand. 

“Gods, you guys are sick for this. Using our sisters body for your own pleasure.” Choso chides, looking down at you with pity, and a slither of something that doesn’t exactly match his words. Especially not with the way he grazes your breasts, tracing the fat of them with a single finger, the tip of it circling your nipple until it peaks. You groan, arching your back up into his touch, ignoring the way Sukuna grins at the display. 

“Our new sis is a slut, I told you. Wants it just as bad as you do,” Sukuna goads, his hips starting to falter just slightly as Yuuji chants out a repetitive I’m gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna fucking cum under his breath. 

Choso looks to be battling his inner thoughts, despite the way you arch into his hold. Touch me, please touch me, you want to say to him, but Yuuji’s hips are stuttering against your cheeks, his stomach curled over you as he presses his pubes to your nose. He still as he cums inside of your mouth, pulling out after you choke on rope after rope of thick, hot cum, to shoot the rest of his load over your chin and neck and chest. 

Choso doesn’t say anything, but you watch the way his eyes widen, how his cheeks redden when some of it lands across the fat of your tit. He thumbs through the white stickiness, dragging it across your nipple until its covered in Yuuji’s spend, until its perky and tight with every pinch and pull of his fingers. 

“Fine, then.” Sukuna says when Choso doesn’t move beyond just barely touching you, his voice strained and hoarse as he delivers another bruising thrust to your aching pussy. “How about you clean her up for us, little brother?” 

His tone is downright wicked, his grin wide as he stares down Choso, before his eyes flutter back from the force of his orgasm. His finger stills on your clit, making you whine around the thickness of Yuuji’s cum that you still haven’t swallowed. You struggle it down, gulping loudly as Sukuna presses his hips tight against your ass, releasing himself deep and hot inside of you. You kick your leg against him where he holds your ankle to his hip, to which Sukuna ignores you in favor of pulling out to let the rest of his cum fall against your pubes and tummy. 

“Since I know how much you value other’s pleasure over your own, why not give it a go? Fully welcome her into the family, yeah?” Sukuna’s tone is mean as he jerks off over you, expelling the last of his cum from his red tip, Yuuji doing the same over your face. Yuuji collapses against the pillows, breathing heavy, as Sukuna backs up until he’s sat in a single chair not too far from him bed. 

That leaves you and Choso, with his eyes staring down at you, heavy, your back still arched into his touch as you spread your thighs, feeling Sukuna’s cum leaking from your gaping hole. 

“Please touch me, onii-chan,” you whisper to Choso, feeling like a pure heathen with cum covering your body, as you beg your brother to finish the job, to get you off by whatever means necessary. Choso seems to break as easily as you expected, with the way his eyes soften and he cups your tit in his hand. 

“Onii-chan will take care of you, don’t worry.” He says softly, leaning down to press a kiss to your cum covered mouth. He doesn’t seem to care though, as he licks his way inside of your mouth, slowly at first before it becomes all consuming, massaging Yuuji’s cum into your skin wherever he touches you. Choso finally pulls back with a gasp, a string of saliva connecting you that he breaks with another press of his mouth to yours. 

He rounds the bed until he’s kneeling in front of you, placing your thighs over his shoulder as he gazes at the puffy, messy look of your pussy. He’s not going to…?

Choso licks a long stripe up your pussy, still dripping with Sukuna’s seed. You gasp, head flinging back in ecstasy, at the sensitivity of your cunt from Sukuna’s battering. Choso is precise with his mouth, opens you up until his broad shoulders can fit between you, his lips and tongue soft where they lap at your swollen cunt. You can hear him audibly slurping his brothers cum from your hole, nosing at your clit with every swallow, his fingers digging deep into your thighs to keep you still as you shake from the intensity of it. 

“Choso, you’re so gross,” you hear Yuuji murmur, find him laid against the pillows, stroking his hard cock once again. Sukuna snickers, mirroring his brother in his lonesome chair, cupping his balls as he smirks at the way Choso laps at you like a dog starved. 

“Told you he’d clean her up,” Sukuna says to Yuuji, nodding his head to the way Choso sucks your clit into his mouth, thick and full until you think he may be trying to suck your soul out through your pussy. Your back arches deep from the bed, toes curling as you grip Choso’s hair, pulling the strands from his two pigtails, inky black layers held tight in your grip. 

“Oh fuck,” you moan, cupping your own cum covered tit as Choso slides three fingers inside of you, scooping out Sukuna’s cum with every thrust of his digits. His tongue licks you clean all the while, your hole drooling down his chin as he laps at you loudly, messily, until your thighs are shaking and trying to cage his head in. 

Choso curls his fingers up until he reaches that soft spot inside of you, groaning at the way you cry out, reaching down with his free hand to touch himself through his clothes. This moment isn’t for him, but fuck, if your taste and the way your pussy seems to kiss him back isn’t enough to keep him from trying to find his own release. He bucks against his hand, feeling the front of his pants soaked through with how much precum he leaks. 

He abuses that sweet spot inside of you with thick fingers, his mouth attached to your clit as he sucks and sucks until you’re exploding all over his mouth with such a loud scream, he’s sure it echoes off the walls of the house. You ride his face, holding him to you, coating his hair in cum that he doesn’t seem to care about at the moment. He just focuses on your pleasure, on feeling you fuck his tongue with your cunt, how your hole spasms around him, how your pretty little clit swells with pleasure. 

He hears Yuuji groan low and long under his breath, glances up to find your face covered in even more cum than before as his brother kneels over you again. Sukuna curses in the corner, watching the way your tits heave as you try to catch your breath, impossible with the way Choso keeps lapping at your fat clit until you’re trying to crawl away from him. 

“Fuck, Choso!” You cry out, eyes clenched shut as tears well, so loud and desperate and pretty that he bursts in his pants with nothing more than a push of his hips against his palm and a loud grunt. He finally pulls away to catch his breath, reaching inside of his boxers to grip his still hard, wet cock, gathering his cum against his hand before he pulls it out. He wipes the mess of it against your pubes, before kissing and licking it away once more, while you lay there, struggling to catch your breath. 

The room falls in silence for a while, everyone trying to regain their energy before Yuuji finally speaks up, the silence killing him. 

“Next time, you don’t get to fuck her first. Your dicks too big.” He says, directed to Sukuna in the corner, who came all over himself without you even realizing it. Sukuna sneers at Yuuji before giving him the middle finger. 

“I don’t mind going last.” Choso speaks up from where he still kneels between your legs. 

“Of course you don’t, freak.” Sukuna grunts with a roll of his eyes. 

You can only lay there, boneless, as your new stepbrothers bicker over the order of who fucks you. You can only hope your poor pussy is granted just a slither of mercy by the time these final weeks are up. 

thank you all so much for reading! kind comments/likes/reblogs/asks are all so greatly appreciated! <3

[is-nini]

They're Good Girl

A Neuvillette x reader x Wriothesley

You'd always have a fun time between the oh-so-sweet ludex and the rough Duke.

Minor DNI!

Tw: pussy slapping, filthy words, slut calling, size kink, overstimulation, dumbification, pussy slapping, spanks(near the end), double penetration, breeding, manhandle. (Aftercare at the end) Word Count: 2k

The Duke and the Iudex rarely meets eachother. It makes sense. The both of them are in a different line of world. One is underwater and the other one is up above the water.. but, if anyone wanted to meet them both at the same time, they know who to look for. You.

No one know specifically what you're relationship between you and the two powerful man are but.. one thing for sure is they don't want to know.

The last time someone tries to make a story about your relationship and the two man, they ended up retired and never wanted to talk about the duke or the ludex. No one knew why but seeing that, the Fontaine people has a unspoken rule to not talk about you and your relationship.

Both Wriothesley and Neuvillette are a very private and mysterious characters to other people, but you.. you get a special treatment.

Of course you'd be special. Always listening to they're beck and call. Always ready to accept they're rambles and gossips about tea or about the new case that has been going around. Such as now.

"This case has not end yet though. After much consideration there are things that seems to be in the fog's" Neuvillette ended his observation regarding the newest case. He has never been afraid talking to you because he trusts you with his secrets. How could he not? You'll forgot about whatever he said an hour ago. Such a dumb cute girl of his is the only person he can trust.

"Are you listening darling?" He asked as he looks at your trembling and embarrassed form Infront him. "N-neuvie! Pl-please th-this is embarrassing" you whine as your legs are wide open for your dear ludex to see.

Your cute pussy clenching around nothing as you try your best to keep your legs wide open. Afterall you wanted to help Neuvillette to focus on his work.. you wanted to make sure that he is satisfied so that he can focus properly.

"Embarrassing? My dear y/n, I have already seen everything. There's no such need to be embarrassed" he said as he stands up and walk around the table to stand Infront your your small figure.

Such a beautiful sight. Your cute skirt bunch up around your waist as the both of your feet placed on top of the seat that you sat on currently. "Ne-Neuvi" you whimper out as his hand started to leaves ghost touches around your inner thighs.

Your body shiver as his gloved hand grazed your little bundle of nerves. Your body immediately jolts up, making the chair shake with your reaction. Neuvillette looks at your reaction with his sharp eyes as he slowly puts down your leg back to the ground.

"come here love" he gently picks you up princess style and laid your down on his desk. You hold yourself up with the both of your hand behind you as your feet dangle. His hand softly pushes your skirt upward, letting your very wet pussy be seen again.

Neuvillette sat down on his work chair amd goes back to focusing his attention on your parts. "No matter how much I look at it.. it's always so enticing" his finger picks up some of your essence from your wet parts and let's out a chuckle. "So wet" he whispers as he took of the gloves that he uses to touch your pussy.

You can feel your pussy throb again looking at his act which of course didn't go unnoticed as you gain a laugh from him. His deep laugh gave you goosebumps all over your body, making your nipple harden as it pokes out of your white shirt.

"do you enjoy my voice that much my dear?" He asked all the while he bend down and gives a little huff to your pussy. You squirm and squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassed and shy about the situation.

Being the gentle dom he is, Neuvillette pulls away and kisses your forehead with love. Kiss that is reassuring but gentle as he make a circle motion around the outer layer of your pussy.

Although he is definitely much more lenient to you, his patient is so so much higher, meaning that as long as his cock is not buried deep inside you, he won't stop the tease until he is satisfied.

"My, what an adorable sight" he sigh out, looking at the overflowing juice that your pussy made. Your body tremble and twitches, aching for something - anything to just insert your pussy. "N-neuvi! Pl-please please!" You beg as you slowly open your eyes to look at him with teary eye.

"Please what, love?" Neuvillette asked in a gentle tone with underlying darkness behind his voice. How could he not? He is slowly being hypnotized by you because you and him both know, after you answer his question, he would do anything for you to make your wishes come true.

Your lips tremble as you try to make a coherent sentence "N-need your c-cock-!" your sentence was cut off when another voice decided to join the fun.

"Oh? Starting the play without me?" A very familiar voice speaks out with a fake sadness underlying his voice. Your body jumps a little with surprise hearing wriothesley's voice suddenly joining in. "I assure you we have not started...yet. I was merely preparing her for us" Neuvillete speaks out first after you move your head to face the duke who is walking ever so calmly towards you.

"Then I owe you my thanks, Neuvillette" Wriothesley smirked and looked at you with a dangerous glint in his eye. He looks at your sensitive parts that are still being played with Neuvillete's fingers. You thought that he would also play with your pussy but your body shakes a little when he pinches both your perky nipple from behind.

"Ngh! Ha-" your chest puff up as if you're asking for more. One of Wriothesley's palm stroke your sensitive nipple while the other holds your waist down. Neuvillette is making himself busy as he slowly insert two of his long finger inside your pussy with much ease.

Neuvillette looks at the way your pussy eat his finger. He can feel your walls clenching around his finger. Wriothesley saw more and more of your wet part let's out more and more juice. "So wet. Such a slut" Wriothesley comment. "Wriothesley.." Neuvillette warns him almost with a growl. "Come on Neuvillette, you can feel her pussy clench on your finger can you? She likes it" Neuvillette will be lying if he said he didn't notice your pussy clench when Wriothesley degrade you like that.

"I feel no need to degrade when she can also clench the same way if you praise her." Neuvillette finger you faster and harder as he smile, looking at your trembling leg "Sweet girl, are you going to cum? yes?" oh the way you melt with his sweet words that brings you to the edge. "Would you like to cum sweet girl? go ahead, princess." One command is all it takes for you to just unknot the tie on your stomach. " Ngh! A-ahn! Neuvi- ha-" fat tears are pouring out like water.

Your juice splashes everywhere, wetting the table and the porcelain tile floor. "Ng-ngah! Neuvi-Neuvi!" You squeal out. Your pussy spasm and your chest heaves up and down. Wriothesley feeling a little bit left out so he stuck his mouth to the nape of your neck and suck on it. Your brain has slowly turning in to mush.

Neuvillette pulls his finger out slowly as the squelching noise filled the room. He looks at Wriothesley and step away from your pussy to give Wriothesley a sign that he is done prepping you, although you will never be used to they're size.

Wriothesley walked and changes place with Neuvillette. He looked at your cute pussy throbbing on nothing. He groaned and cup your pussy, smirking at you. "Such a slut. Look at your pussy begging for something to enter it" he then gave is a slap. Your body jolt's up as he slap your pussy as then he proceeded to give a couple of little slaps. Laughing at how your body react.

His open his pants, freeing the suffocating cock inside it. "Okay then princess. It's time for your reward" you almost perked up when you hear the word "reward" but before you can say anything, Wriothesley slowly insert his girthy cock inside of you slowly.

Your back arch and a sultry moan came out of you. You make grabby hand at the table, trying to catch a breath as Wriothesley fully insert it in. Neuvillette grabs your hand and kisses the back side of it. "Doing a great job baby. Doing a great job for us" he whisper while caressing your hair lovingly, contrast to Wriothesley who started to thrust hard and precise into your sloppy cunt.

"Good. Slut. Our. Little. Slutty. Girl" every word he makes sure to thrust deep into you. Your legs are wrapped as your eyes roll back.

Neuvillette pulled down his pants and slowly rub his already leaky cock. His cock is similar with Wriothesley in some ways but it is longer and just a little less girthy than Wriothesley. Doesn't mean his cock feels less better.

Wriothesley looks at Neuvillete while thrusting in to you. "Just stuffed her mouth Monsieur Neuvillette" Wriothesley said teasingly. Neuvillette grunt and slowly shook his head "I want to hear her". Wriothesley immediately took your waist with ease, pick you up in his arm while his cock is still deep inside you and bring you over towards Neuvillette.

"I'm sure she can take another cock inside her ass" you widen your eye and whine as you claw on Wriothesley's shoulder. "Hng-! Neuvi!!" You whine out. "She can be a good girl and take Neuvillette right?" Wriothesley whisper as he kisses your cheek. "N-Neuvii pplease!" You moaned out Neuvillette's name, desprate to try and be a good girl for the both of them.

Neuvillette rubs his cock on the entrance of your pussy and slowly pushes in. "F-fuck.." one of the rare times Neuvillette moan as you scream "ha-hng! Big-big-ah! Please! Oh-!" You babble out and scratching Wriothesley shoulder. Neuvillette looks at you with concern "A-Are you okay princess-fuck so tight.." Wriothesley laugh and shake his head "She's fine Neuvillette. No worries. She can take is like a good. Fucking. Girl" Wriothesley started to thrust again although it's not fast, you can feel absolutely everything.

Your ass is full, your pussy is full and your brain is full of the word 'Neuvi' 'Wrio' and 'cock'. They have fucked you dumb at this point.

Once Neuvillette started to move, oh gosh the pleasure is overwhelming. Fat tears came out, your tongue is hanging from your lips, and your eyes are rolled backwards. Beautiful sight for Wriothesley, making him thrusts harder. Neuvillette rubs your stomach and pushes it once in a while. He can feel Wriothesley cock deep inside your stomach and it bulges everytime he thrust.

"So beautiful princess.. keep going. Ngh-so so good baby..such a good baby" Neuvillette moans to your ear as he also pick up the pace.

They're tempo are similar but everytime Wriothesley pulls out, Neuvillette would make sure he fills you so that both of your holes would never be empty at the same time.

The tempo picked up fast. You can tell they're on the edge because you can feel they're cock getting bigger inside of you, ready to shoot. You whine as your leg tighten around Wriothesley. Your pussy are also clenching around them so sweetly. Wriothesley too your mouth and kisses you sloppily in the midst of the kiss.

Neuvillette rubs and pinch on your right nipple while still holding on to your stomach with his other hand. The pleasure is overwhelming as you spew out words between you kiss. "Cum! Wan-wan' cum! Ah! Pleaseplease" you babble out.

Neuvillette grunt and bite on your shoulder, leaving a mark. Wriothesley pulled away from the kiss, he wanted to ask Neuvillete if he's willing to let you cum now but looking at Neuvillette's flushed face and seemingly too deep in pleasure to talk he decided to take control. "Cum like a good slut come one" he rubs your clit, bringing you closer to release.

Your stomach tightened and you squirted out clear liquid as you scream hard. Your pussy and ass hole tightened a little, getting Neuvillette and Wriothesley closer to the edge. "F-fuk! C-comming" Neuvillette grunt as he thrust faster.

Wriothesley's pace also fastened as the both of them cum together inside your body. You squeal as you legs shakes because of the pleasure. "Ng-Ah!!! So ghood! Pleasepleaseplease! Fill me! S'good!". You scream out. You can feel both of them feeling you up so deliciously.

"F-Fuck- such a good girl- like being filled up by two cocks huh?" Wriothesley growled as his cum slowly drips down your pussy. "H-ah.. g-good girl. Sweet princess" Neuvillette moan out, he slowly rubs your stomach that has been filled to the brim with Wriothesley's cum. Neuvillette's cum also filled your asshole the heavily filled to the brim.

"Ngh-ha!" You let out little hiccup as you cry out of overstimulation. Neuvillette breath and huff up and down as he whisper sweet nothings into your ear while Wriothesley is admiring the way your cunt flutters when he pulls out. His cum flowing out of you like waterfall.

Neuvillette rubs your belly and pushes it slowly, his cum inside you ass also flowing out but it is so mesmerising. Wriothesley's kisses your cheek softly and gave your ass a one good slap, making your body jolt as your sensitive body take the hit. Neuvillette looks at him questioningly.

Wriothesley smirked "hold our cum in princess" he teasingly said, making you whine weakly. Although you're fucked out of your mind, he can see you try to tighten your pussy. Wriothesley laugh happily but Neuvillette just sigh and readjust your position as he carry you princess style to the sofa in his office.

"Wriothesley, please stop being such a tease" Wriothesley just shrug and smile at Neuvillette. "Ah, but you also enjoys it Monsieur" he teasingly said as he took a couple of tissue and walked towards you, he took care of your face, slowly wiping your tears and saliva so your face would feel better.

Neuvillette sigh as he knew what Wriothesley say is right. He took a cloth and wet it with his hydro power and proceed to clean the lower part of your body. He softly touches and wipes your over flowing pussy making your body twitch.

After the both of them makes sure you're clean, they clean up after themselves. All evidence pointing to sex has been taken care of. Wriothesley draped his coat on top of your body while Neuvillette also drape one of his many layer of clothing on top of you to make you warmer.

"Such a sweet girl. You have trained her good Monsieur Neuvillette" Wriothesley teasingly said to Neuvillette. Neuvillette smile softly as he proceeds to comfort your must be aching body. "I too, admit that you have given her a proper... Punishments".

They're eyes looks fondly at your sleeping figure. So peaceful and relaxed after such a rough session. While waiting for you to rest up, both of the man decided to have a nice and relaxed tea and water while talking about some cases. They kept they're voice low but even so, they're voice is calm and soothing as you fell deeper into slumber hearing them talk while Neuvillette stokes your hair and Wriothesley softly hold and message your thigh.

[dilftaroooo]

tw: degradation + dubcon

Robber!ghost who intrudes your home in the wee hours of the night — duffel bag in hand, he stalks his way through the back window of your parents' home. The owners decided to take a vacation to the Bahamas as their nice getaway, thanks to the heavy research Soap indulged himself into before letting Ghost go on the mission.

Robber!ghost who infiltrates the master bedroom in search of the luxurious jewelry and gems stashed away in the tiny, little safe they have poorly hidden in the depths of their shared closet. He's quick to warm the shiny goodies in the palm of his hand before gently placing them in his duffel bag.

Robber!ghost who then walks into a room filled with baby pink and lace bedding to continue fulfilling his own greed only to stumble across a body resting elegantly upon the white sheets of the queen size bed — "Bloody hell..." Soap specifically told him everyone would be out of the house so why was this broad sleeping soundly on her sheets as if though her home wasn't getting robbed?

It isn't until robber!ghost takes a focused glance at her vulnerable state to suddenly realize just how gorgeous she was laying there, mouth agape and releasing soft snores with almost every inhale. Her hand splayed across the width of her stomach as she grins at whatever dream her pretty head blesses her with.

Robber!ghost who can't help but steal a taste of her. It'll only be a little bit as he hovers over her to take a soft whiff at her neck — his nose overflowed with daisies and peonies and hints of vanilla. She must've been fresh out the shower because no one can naturally smell like that unless she is an exception to the rule due to how sweet she looks.

Robber!ghost who mildly regrets his decision as you wake up from your slumber, eyes shot wide open as you take a moment to drink in the dark figure with the skull balaclava in front of you. If you hadn't known better you would've thought your time on God's green earth was up and the grim reaper came to fulfill his duty by dragging you with him. His hand covers your quivering lip as he reminds you repeatedly that he wasn't going to hurt you. He would never think of such a thing.

Robber!ghost who grunts at your fruitless struggling because your leg rubs against his groin and you gasp at the feeling of the hard object, mistaking it for a gun since it was so dark for you to see anything. Why would a thief not come prepared with a device to help threaten his victims? Unfortunately for you, this was a different kind of gun.

Valuing your life, you tell robber!ghost that you''ll give him anything for him to keep you breathing and ghost can't help but perk up at the offer. It sounds cliche but who can resist a cute, helpless women offering something so priceless?

Robber!ghost who doesn't hesitate to take it for what it is and submerge his hand deep into your pajama pants and feel your wetness. You must've liked it because the moan you set free was riddled in lascivious need. He'd rub his thumb across your slit, "Is this turning you on? Dirty whore likes to be fondled by strange men intruding her home. You're seriously enjoying this? Sick."

Robber!ghost feels good when he stuffs his meaty fingers in your sopping hole. All the fight you had in you perished when he made you come around him, squirming underneath the intense gaze of the man with the skull mask — eyes vantablack as he watches you without blinking like he's watching his favorite football team hit a goal.

Robber!ghost who leaves through your bedroom window and you follow suit as he climbs off using the rope he had in store. He looks back at you before saying "I'll be back for more, luv." His accent was thick and hefty, you let out a shaky sigh at the pleasurable sound. There was nothing else you can do but just wait.

[diejager]

can u pretty pls write some kidnapper! konig.. where he lives streams himself non-conning fem! reader ? while perverted men and other weirdos online watch and comment about us 😛

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, porn, non-con filming, size kink, kidnapping, power imbalance, degradation, tell me if I missed any.

Pleasure, whether consensual or not, was still pleasure, it burned through your nerves with a painful throb, a loud thrum that dazed you. You writhed, your feet kicking towards the camera he placed before you, pointing it towards your debauched figure, showing the audience - all sick and twisted men and women who were as sick as your captor was - how your slick cunt took him. König - your captor, your owner, your lover, or whatever fit him in the moment - was a giant of a man, his shoulders broader and thighs thicker than any man you’ve met, his whole body so big that he couldn’t even fit in the frame of the video he was directing. 

His form swallowed you, holding you still without much trouble, the muscles of his arms tensing and his abdomen rippling when a wave of pleasure ripped through him, his loud groans and shameless growls muffled by the balaclava he wore. His scarred hands bruised your supple thighs, spreading your legs open and slung over his lap, giving him full view of your. Your tight cunt stretched around his girth with a thick base and even thicker shaft, veins pulsing and pumping blood to feed his hard-on. He never groomed, he never saw the purpose for it, leaving it knotted and stinky, the musk of sweat and something that stank of him, a wild bush wet with your slick and his cum, glistening with how much he stuffed you with and a cloudy ring growing ever darker with the amount of orgasms he pulled from you. 

“Stupid whore, ”he spat, his grip growing stronger as he bucked his hips upwards, thrusting up as he dropped you on his cock, spearing you in front of a spectators, spitting degrading words and cruel insults, “Too dumb to listen. Too dumb to understand.”

He growled out his words, grinding them through his gritted teeth as he lifting you up and dropping you down on his lap like he would with the fleshlight he used to own, pumping it with a gross amount of cum when he was forced to watch you from afar. Imagining you squealing and choking on his cock worked wonders until it didn’t, he grew hungrier and hungrier for you, leaving him starving for you until he acted out his on his urges. He took things into his hands and brought you home, to lock a pretty collar around your throat and cut his name into your flesh to show his community who you belonged to. 

“You fight, but you always come on my cock,” he rasped, lowering his head to stare at your fluttering lashes, tears falling from them and rolling down your cheeks, a temptation for his tongue to come out and lap it all up. You were always so pretty when you cried, crying and mewling over him when he fucked you, ramming his round tip into your gummy cervix and pushing his cum deeper into your womb, “Schwanz fixierte Hua.”[Cock hungry whore]

Somehow, for whatever reason, your cunt clenched around him whenever he spat an insult, demeaning you to nothing but a cocksleeve or cum-dumping hole he would use forever after this one public show made you careen over the edge. Your back arched, pushing your swollen and perky nipples out as your walls closed around his cock, feeling every curve and groove of it and milking him for a second —or was it a third load? You couldn’t remember, all that your could remember was the shape of him, his rough handling and how sickening it was when he confessed that he broke into your appartement over the month and shared his plans he decided to enact. 

“Kan Stress Mausi. I werd mi guad um di kümman, und don zag i earna, dass’d mia g’heast. Klingt doch guad, oda?, “He whispered sweet promises as he pumped you full, his cock twitching as his body shook with the strength of it. He pressed a long and soft kiss to your cheek, a cruel smile curling the corners of his lips. [Don’t worry, mouse. I’ll take good care of you, then show them you’re mine. Good, yes?]

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[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Happy Kinktober, dears! 🎃👀

I've been wanting to write something with Pirate Captain Alcina again for awhile now and what better time than to kick off our favorite month! 😌 This fic takes place in the same universe as my other Captain Alcina fics and includes my OC Rynn Lancaster as Reader 👀 I do hope some of you will enjoy!

TW: Degradation

Word count: 3,200

The soft creak of weathered wood against leathered boots as you took a step onto the bow of the Bloody Maiden. It was long past the hours that your Captain and current lover usually came to lie next to you in your quarters, and you were more than certain you knew exactly where you’d find her. She had a usual spot - when solemn nights made the Captain’s mind begin to wander further than she’d like, frolicking through past memories of both good and bad. So, just as you'd done many times before, you followed the trail of slickened moonlight up the slightly rotted boards and headed towards the front of the ship. Finding Alcina’s ravened hair shimmering in the dark as if it were a sky of velvet.

Her face looked tired, pensive - though it still shined brighter than any gem within any bounty you could come across. You walked softly so as not to startle her, doing your best to not disrupt her mullings. In all honesty, though, you’d be content just to stand there - with the smell of the ocean breeze upon the wind and her beauty in your eyes - for the rest of the evening.

“You're not as quiet as you think, my dear.”

Her voice was light and playful as she spoke, but you could see the weight of the world in her eyes.

“Pshh.. Whaat? I'm as quiet as a mouse, my dear Captain.” You quipped back, bowing flamboyantly.

She chuckled in a way that made your heart warm over. “Are you now? Is that why I heard you the moment you ascended the stairs?”

You stuck out your tongue at her just slightly and walked over.

“I'd say that has more to do with your innate abilities as a Captain than my lack of skills.”

She caught your smirk and smirked in turn, turning slightly from her position at the hull.

“Mh.. perhaps.”

She gave you a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes and turned them back to the ocean ahead, a soft melody upon her lips that was dipped in melancholy. The dark waves always a mirror of what life as a pirate was truly like. The ups and downs - the ebb and flow. Of course there were always good times to be had, but more often than not, a Captain’s life was a solitary life. Especially for someone like Alcina. And while you wished sometimes that she’d spend more time with the crew, you understood her need for boundaries. And you always respected them.

You walked a little closer to her and laid your arms across the wood of the railing, breathing in the fresh night air.

“What's on your mind, Cap’n?” You asked.

The soft touch of your fingers on hers brought a smile to her lips as she looked over at you.

“Have I ever mentioned that you know me entirely too well for my own liking, Rynn Lancaster?” She smirked.

“Nope.” You replied, shaking your head with fervor. “Never.”

She laughed and took your hand in hers, sighing.

“It would be true to say that both nothing and everything is currently on my mind, pet.”

“Ah, one of those nights.”

“Mh.” She hummed in thought, eyes trailing back to the shoreline.

“Would you care for a distraction then?”

Her eyes flickered back to you, looking almost metallic in the shift.

“Depends. What sort?” Alcina inquired.

“Hmmm.. Captain's choice.”

A glint of crimson in the moonlight as a shark-like grin curled across her lips.

“A rather dangerous choice.”

“I can take it.”

“Mmh, indeed you can.”

“I-” You felt your face heat up fiercely as you stammered and let out a breath. The feared pirate Captain only chuckled, her strong arm coming around your hips to pull you closer.

“You are rather cute when you fluster, dear.”

“Rude. I don't fluster, I just momentarily forget how to speak.”

“Mhm.. and that blush upon your cheeks?”

“Merely a side effect from the moonlight.”

“Ah.”

Alcina chuckled again and pulled you a little closer, her warmth quickly enveloping you. It was moments like these that always reminded you just how privileged you were to see this side of her. Alcina Dimitrescu, feared Captain of the Bloody Maiden and renowned Countess of the Seven Seas. There wasn't a pirate alive that hadn't at least heard of her. She was a legend - known for her innate intuition and expert pillaging. As well as her bloodthirst.

But you, you were gifted with a whole different side of her. A softer side. A side that very few had ever had the chance to witness. Save for her daughters, of course. And maybe Sal.

You looked over at her, her dark beauty brought alive by the nestling of stars behind her and the moonlight that shone so brightly. Her breath calm and calculated, causing a soft rise and fall to her .. very well endowed bosom. The crimson shirt that hugged her in the most exquisite ways was buttoned in a most perfect way - leaving very little to the imagination. She was wearing your favorite corset, a fact that made you hum out loud.

“Thoughts wandering, pet?”

“Hm? Me? I.. no. Of course, not. Never.”

Alcina turned again in your direction, her arm still wrapped firmly around your hips and she leaned back against the railing of the ship. The simple trailing of her fingers down her sternum made your face heat up even more.

“Hm.. pity.” She smirked, lips shimmering in the dark.

You swallowed again, this time turning to face her as well.

“So, uh.. about that distraction..?”

Alcina chuckled and shook her head. “Mhm.. just as I thought. Needy.”

“For you? Alwa-”

The pirate’s hand came abruptly around your throat and pulled you towards her - her lips suddenly pressed warmly against yours. A soft moan lost within the kiss as you melted into it. The grip on her neck was both firm and tender with the smallest amount of pressure on your windpipe.

You felt dizzy when she finally let you go, smiling in a way that you were sure was slightly embarrassing.

“Well, that was unfair…”

“Was it?”

You gave her a single nod and leaned in closer, pressing your body into hers. A raised eyebrow in your direction and a look that told you that you were obviously playing with fire.

But you didn't care.

Not in the least.

You could take it, after all.

“Captain's choice, hm?” She smirked.

“Yep. I am, as they say, at your service.” You replied with a wink.

She grabbed your throat again, making you whimper. A simple kiss upon your forehead before she forced you down onto your knees, your back against the railing.

“Very well.”

Alcina rose to her full height before you, casting you in the dark shadow, her large frame fully blocking out the moonlight. Her gaze luminous, playful, flickering with delight as she unsheathed her sword before her fingers came to undo her belt buckle. You swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of your surroundings.

“Ah.. Captain.. should we.. maybe take this back to our quarters?”

Alcina clicked her tongue as she continued to undress.

“Nonsense. The only person fool enough to come looking for me this late at night is you, my dear. Plus..” She replied with a smirk, dropping the last of her undergarments to the floor and rested one of her legs upon the height of the railing next to you - her exquisite folds glistening with want before you.

You licked your lips and let out a shaky breath. The headiness of her musk already floating upon the ocean air.

“I- .. y-yes.. ah.. you make a very good point, Captain. A very good point indeed.”

“Mhm.. now, get to work.”

Alcina’s large hand came to the back of your head as she pulled you into her. Moaning at the first taste you scooted yourself even closer and wrapped your arms around her thighs. Gods, she tasted divine - intoxicating. Like a cold ale after a particularly long haul - you just couldn't get enough. Not of her. Not of the way she tasted. Felt. Enveloped the entirety of your mouth as you drank her in.

She moaned each time you elongated your tongue into her - her back slightly arched, giving you more. The soft caresses through your hair quickly turning to subtle, rough tugs the higher you coaxed her. If your Captain were an instrument, you had learned exactly where to play her. Where to taste her. Where to keep your tongue playing over to an all too forgotten tune.

And you didn't stop when she began to buck her hips into you. Nor when she dug her nails into your scalp. You only licked harder. Sucked mercilessly. Holding her in place just firm enough to keep her exactly where you wanted her.

That was until her pleasure finally peaked and her desire poured warmly into your mouth - over your lips - giving you maybe a minute to drink in the rest of her before she had you by the throat again. She lifted you to your feet - your face slick with her desire. A swift look of her surroundings and the Captain gave you a smirk, hand falling from your throat.

“Turn around.”

“Ahm-”

“Do as I say.”

Shuddering at her firm command you quickly turned around.

“Hands on the railing.”

You placed your hands upon the weathered wood and waited. Patiently. Obediently. Knowing whatever Alcina had in mind would surely be worth it. And when your eyes caught her subtle, swift movement - large hands reaching towards the pile of rope next to her - you swallowed.

“Any objections?” She smirked, loosely holding the strand of woven twine in the moonlight.

“Objections? M-me? Never.” You scoffed, swaying your hips teasingly from side to side.

“Mhm.”

Her stride was one of an experienced hunter - purposeful, dangerous. Wearing nothing but a partially unbuttoned collared shirt over her corset and a sinful smirk as she walked back over to you. Her alabaster skin made a mockery of the silvered moon above. The ship around you slightly rocked and the ocean breeze blew through your gingered hair. With such experienced fingers Alcina had your wrists bound to the railing in a matter of minutes, the rope firm against your flesh.

“Comfortable?”

You smirked, choosing yet again to play with fire.

“The most feared Pirate of the Seven Seas, going out of there to make sure little ol’ me is comfy?”

You caught about a glimmer of crimson before Alcina's hands were on your hips. A swift tug to pull you into position before her fingers came to the hemline of your underwear ( luckily for you, you never slept in pants ).

“Seems it may be time for me to remind you just what that mouth of yours is best used for.”

“Hmm.. my poetry and humorous quips?”

“No.” She practically growled as she ripped the simple fabric from your body, her large frame leaning in - ravened curls tickling the side of your ear. “You moaning my name.”

“F-fuck.” You shuddered. You both loved and hated how easily she could turn you on. With a simple firm tone and a pull at your hips. You were already wet enough to feel the cool night air between your legs, the measure of your arousal prevalent.

“Spread your legs.” She half growled again, making you whimper. “Do it.”

You felt a hand come around your throat from the back and you immediately obeyed, spreading your legs wider for her.

“That's a good whore.”

Her words were sickly sweet, making your body hot all over. It was a deep heat that resonated from the top of your head and landed directly in your core. You cried out in earnest when you felt her palm make contact with your skin, striking your ass with a sting. Followed by a desperate moan falling from your lips and a gasp as she grabbed your hips again.

“Please…” You whimpered.

“Please, what?”

It was clear by the smug look on Alcina's face that she was enjoying this. You, needy. Already desperate and pleading for her.

“Please, fuck me. Fuck.”

The pirate snorted, fingers gently tracing the outskirts of your core. “With that mouth?”

“You can do anything you want with this mouth, just fuck me.”

You were about the smirk in her direction when another strike landed across your backside, bringing an immediate heat to your cheeks. You whimpered, quite pathetically, and begged again.

“Please.”

With her other hand still firm around your throat you felt her enter you - one finger at first and then another, slowly stretching you out. Your hands bound in such a way that it left you completely at her mercy - entirely helpless.

Exactly how she wanted you.

“M-more. Please.”

She slid her fingers from your core and then drove them back in again, forcing you to bite your lip.

“Patience.”

The pirate paid no mind to your needy pleas, or how you squirmed against her. Her fingers both filling you and leaving you wanting more with each thrust. With each curl of her fingers there was only one thing you wanted. Needed.

“More.” You tried again.

Though, even as she picked up her speed it still wasn't enough. You feared it would never be enough. You yearned to be completely filled by her in every way. How you wished in that moment to be back in your quarters, with your chest of toys nearby and at your disposal. You whimpered as she continued to tease you. Her slow and languid thrusts only making you all the more needy, while your core ached for more.

“Please.” You begged again without shame, forcing your hips back into her.

“Impatient wench.” She hissed, the hand around your throat growing tighter. You swallowed against her palm and whimpered.

“Please, Mistress.”

You felt her fingers flinch inside of you before they slid out. A single second of aching emptiness before she rammed them back into you, finally adding another. The stretch was exquisite, delicious. A perfect mesh of pleasure and pain that sent an all encompassing heat across your body. Fuck, you felt so good. So full. Your core throbbing around the width of her.

“Ah- .. th-thank you, Mistress.”

She growled at the term, curling her fingers deep inside you once again. Your entire self was in her grasp. Wrists bound, hand around your neck. Her large frame caging you in as she held you in place. Each thrust followed immediately by another. Slow and deep. Fast and hard. Shifting each time she felt your pleasure start to peak, with your moans growing louder and a tremble across your legs. The cool ocean air blew against your fevered flesh, making you shiver all the same.

“Please. Let me cu-”

“You'll come when I say so, pet.”

She placed a tender kiss to the back of your neck and slowed her pace even more, her fingers curling deep within you. Your legs began to shake with need, each thrust matched with an equally needy whimper. You were soaked - dripping - your arousal coating her fingers and the inside of your inner thighs. You may have pleaded again, or it may have just been another whimper, your mind was too fogged over to tell. You did your best to slam your hips back into her and this time she didn't stop you. Instead her fingers came to tighten around your neck again as she abruptly picked up her speed.

“F-fuck.”

Your pleasure swiftly built, heating up your whole body. A prickling heat that crept across you like the mist upon an open sea. It was unhindered - unbearable, even - with your hips jerking and bucking back into her.

“F-fuck.. please. Please let me come.” You whined, tears collecting in the corners of your eyes.

Alcina chuckled, pulling your neck back just far enough to make eye contact with you.

“Come, then. Now.”

With that, she drove her fingers into you with unrelenting speed and you screamed out right. A violent shake across your body as it immediately, and without question, obeyed. The world around you blacked out by pleasure, replacing the Bloody Maiden with fireworks and the feeling of absolute bliss. You felt every part of you convulse as your orgasm ripped through you, body still held in place by Alcina's strong grip. Your breath quickened against the palm of her hand, flesh damp against her skin. Subtle shudders meeting each pump of her fingers as you rode out your high.

For a moment you couldn't move. Not even when she slowly removed her fingers from your core and brought them to your lips.

“Clean them.”

And you did, eagerly - even if half conscious with your legs trembling. Your tongue swirled around her fingers at your taste. And Alcina hummed, content, once you’d finished and placed a soft kiss to your temple before freeing your wrists from the railing.

“Think you can you walk?” She asked, looking over your wrists for any signs of of rope burns. And even with the smug tone to her voice, you knew she was genuinely asking.

“Nope. Pretty sure.. I'll never walk again. You’ll just have to.. carry me from here on out.” You joked between breaths, making the pirate chuckle.

*Mmh.. we’ll see. Take a moment and rest before trying.”

Alcina left you to breathe while she dressed. Her fair skin, dampened with sweat, luminous in the bright moonlight - the moon now high, stood directly above you. If you'd had a little more mental clarity, you'd have opened your mouth and told her how devastatingly beautiful she was, but the best you could do was hold yourself up and wait for your legs to stop shaking.

Which, eventually, they did.

“Well? Think you can make it?”

You chuckled as you straightened your back, finally rising to your full height. Your nightshirt was more than a bit disheveled and your underwear now a mere memory as it lay tattered on the floor.

“Hm. Think so. Probably.”

You took a step and immediately wobbled, making Alcina snort.

“Hardly, pet. Remain still.”

You waited where you stood, with a warm blush across your cheeks that only deepened when your Captain took you into her arms and lifted you with ease.

“Heh.. thanks.”

A tiny smile upon her lips as she looked down at you.

“It is the least I can do, no? Consider I'm the one who left you in such a state.”

“I mean.. true.. but still, thank you.”

You looked up at her a bit sheepishly and she hummed, holding you a little closer.

“Did it help?” You asked, drowsy.

“What, dear?”

“The.. distraction..”

She laughed warmly. “Mh.. very much. Now rest.”

You nodded and curled into her bosom. Her warmth and steady breathing was all you needed to feel safe in the world. As your eyes grew heavier with each step, your mind began to fog again. Though, before it fully drifted off you couldn't help but have one final thought: which of the crew would be the first to find your discarded underwear left in pieces on the deck.

[tteokdoroki]

that arguing with bakugou post so real bc he fr gets so turned on when you get mad at him and he be thinking maybe I outta make her irritated more often, so he does little things here and there to piss you off, not a whole bunch but just because he thinks you’re so hot when you’re mad !! like !!!!!!!

omg literally!!! when he goes silent during an argument it’s probably because he’s trying to cover up a boner or his mind is blanking because he literally can’t stop thinking about the way you talk down on him. how hard that makes him underneath his sweats. bakugou literally can’t help the flush that spreads through his body when you snap at him with things like “what the hell is wrong with you?” “are you listening?” “god, you’re so stupid.”

he likes it when you’re a little mean to him, when you sass him back and match his temper with your own. it makes katsuki a sticky mess n he’s so embarrassed about it.

he’s not sure how to tell you he wouldn’t mind trying this whole mean dom/degradation thing in the bedroom so he keeps picking on you to make you angry with him :( he hides your clothes, leaves the toilet seat up, holds things above your head or puts them in places you can’t reach :(

one time, you get so mad that when you snarl at poor katsuki :( he nearly busts one in his pants

[disasterdoer]

Pairing: Dabi x GN!Reader

Warnings: NSFW/18+, kidnapping, captive darling, noncon & dubcon, BJ, head pushing/guiding, mind break(?) (reader is sympathetic after a bit), praise & degradation, calling reader "pet," reader calls Dabi "Touya," burning, punishments.

Wordcount: <1000 (700+)

Summary: A.U. where Dabi kidnaps you after he's killed Endeavor.

A/N: This is the first fanfic that I've ever shared. 🫣 I also don't write a lot anymore, so I'm hoping it's decent enough. This was originally a fem reader, but I wanted to be more inclusive, so apologies if I missed anything! I read this like eight times, but shit happens. My brain is fried and I wrote this in like an hour.

You resisted when Dabi kidnapped you, but after that first night when he punished you, you decided it wasn’t worth it. He had fucked you senseless, face buried the mattress as your tears stained the sheets. The fading burn on your hip is a constant reminder how he held you despite your pleas, the stinging sensation of the flesh now numb in your memories since your brain forcibly detached. The events are fuzzy at best and completely hidden at worst.

Besides, he treats you well enough, rewarding your obedience with some new clothes that you were sure were more for his eyes than your own happiness, your own toiletries, and a cute little collar with a “T” on it. Of course, if he takes you anywhere, they have to know you belong to someone. He even gave you your own bedroom to retreat to. Sure, he barged in sometimes and invited himself to your bed, but his heat was a comfort now. When you woke up to his palm pressed to your stomach as he held you close, it was almost enough to make you forget.

Every day, you watched the news with him while they replayed his video, time and time again. You heard the details of how his father abandoned him, that his father only married his mother for what her quirk could provide - every single day. After so long of hearing about that abuse, of seeing the anger in his face every time the number one hero showed up, one day you felt you couldn’t be mad at him anymore. Despite Endeavor being dead now, it wasn’t enough to soothe that fire in his heart. You felt sympathy for his broken childhood.

You hated it, and yet, for some reason, the way he looks at you makes your heart skip today.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Touya?"

Dabi gives a teasing smirk, his gaze still glued to your body as he replies, "Because I can, sweetheart. Is there an issue?"

"No." 

You’re so confused, but you can’t deny how badly you want him. You fight the urge to move closer, but as hard as you wrestle with it, you give in, scooting inch by inch closer to him on the sofa until your hand comes to rest on his cheek. Your thighs brush together, the warmth is all so familiar.

"I've missed your touch, Touya."

Surprise flashes in his eyes at the affection, but this is what he’s wanted since he claimed you, so he's not questioning a damn thing.

"Good pet, I knew you'd like it." he praises with a smile.

He caresses your cheek as he looks at you with a lustful grin, his touch becoming more daring as he slides his other hand to your inner thigh.

"Now, I want you to make me feel good, and I think you know how."

Your breath hitches as you bite your lip anxiously, but your response is immediate.

"Yes, Touya."

The verbal obedience is enough to make his dick twitch, but when your hands come to help him undo his belt and pants, that's when he knows he’s got you right where he wants you; completely and utterly his - body, mind, and soul. There was no need for restraints, no need for force, to manipulate your body how he wanted. As much as he loved having that power over you, hearing you choke on his cock while you rested your pretty hand on his thigh instead of pushing away screaming was so much better. 

Muffled noises of your pleasure vibrate around his dick as he toys with your nipples, earning a hum of approval from your captor. Your sweet tongue swirling around the head of his cock makes his eyes roll back. He places a hand to the back of your head, gently guiding you up and down as he lets out sighs of bliss. His attention is locked on you while you take every inch of him, pubes tickling your face, his scent filling your nose as you gag for a moment before he lets you back up.

"Good fuckin' pet." He grunts, head rolled back on the couch’s back.

He fucks your mouth at a steady pace, hips thrusting upwards as your mouth slides over him. Once, twice, three times, he spurts down your throat and you swallow every drop of the salty cum with a slight cringe. Though you’re much more willing now, it doesn't make the taste any better. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, shifting on your knees as you look up at him panting softly as you catch your breath. His eyes flutter, his palm reaching to caress your cheek, a smirk coming over his face.

“So obedient, so submissive. You finally know your place.”

[narcoticv3nus]

In Love With a Hurricane ♡ Simon “Ghost” Riley

Kinktober Day XI: Uniform

summary: you and the hubby like to play dangerous tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, praise, dom!simon, sub!reader, clothed sex (except us), p in v, rough sex wc: 1.7k

MASTERLIST

“You sure this is what you want?” Simon asked one final time as he stood over you, arms crossed over his chest and his head tilted down at you.

Not Simon, you thought, your grin growing wider as you stared into the dark abyss of his eyes hidden behind the white skull mask.

Ghost.

“I’m sure,” you answered finally, leaning back on your hands against the plush mattress beneath you. You nervously fiddled with the soft sheets, pinching it between your fingers and rolling the smooth fabric between them.

You weren’t going to lie. You felt slightly intimidated as he loomed over you, his hands gripping his belt as he studied you. Silently, he crept forward, his boots softly thudding against the hardwood floor. He took your face in his gloved hands, thumb smoothing your bottom lip.

The texture felt different; the cool, smooth leather starkly contrasted his usual warm, callused hands. You blinked up at him, feeling a cold rush that caused tremors throughout your body. His eyes, once warm and comforting, had turned dark and piercing.

He tilted your chin higher as he leaned forward, letting out a thoughtful sigh as his eyes flickered back and forth between yours. His eyes narrowed, but only slightly. You noticed the distinct clenching and unclenching of his jaw before he pulled away. Even as he let go, you could still feel the soft buzzing sensation where his fingers used to be.

“Strip,” he commanded, jutting his chin outwards as he stepped away.

Simon’s gaze never left your face, his eyes staring intensely into yours even when you revealed your nude body.

It was as if he was searching for a hint of uncertainty, a sign that this wasn’t what you truly wanted.

He had seen you naked countless times before, and you had never felt as uncomfortable and exposed as you did then. It wasn’t just that he was fully clothed and that you were not. There was something about how he held himself and looked at you. You were used to him looking at you like you were a delicate, fragile creature. Now, he looked at you like an animal. Like prey.

You knew this was just an act. That the man standing before you was not Simon. This was Ghost. Yet you couldn’t help but wonder how much of the character was a part of him, if his feelings were genuine, or just a role.

You couldn’t help how your body reacted: goosebumps dotted your arms and chest, and a shiver ran up your spine.

It was as if you could see his pupils dilate through his mask.

Before you had a chance to cover yourself, he was on you, pushing you back onto the bed. The breath left your lungs as your back hit the soft mattress, and you were barely able to regain it before he was on top of you, pinning you down.

His hips ground into yours, his cock hard and hot against your stomach, straining against the black denim of his jeans. You could feel the heat radiating off of him as he pressed himself against you.

Your lips parted as he reached a hand between your legs, his fingers brushing lightly over the sensitive flesh. A soft sigh left your lips, and he leaned down, pressing his masked forehead against yours. A deep rumble rose from within him, vibrating through your body, making you quiver.

You wanted to reach out and pull him closer, but the look in his eyes told you not to. His eyes were still dark, and his gaze was fixed on yours, daring you to move.

Your hand dropped, and you dug your nails into the mattress. Your eyes fluttered closed as he dipped his fingers inside you, and your mouth fell open.

A soft gasp escaped your lips, and your toes curled as you felt his finger brush over the most sensitive part of your body. Your back arched as he pushed his finger deeper, curling and uncurling it inside of you.

You could feel the heat in the pit of your stomach intensify, and you moaned softly, tilting your head back. Your hips bucked as he added another finger, and you squeezed your eyes shut as the sensations threatened to overwhelm you.

His hand left your thigh and moved to your neck, the leather-covered palm pressing lightly into the hollow of your throat.

You felt your cheeks grow hot, and you opened your eyes to see the familiar black eyes staring down at you, filled with hunger and lust.

You squirmed under his grip, but his other hand quickly found your waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh there, holding you in place. You moaned, and he chuckled, low and deep. And as you whimpered, his lips pulled back into a smirk.

He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, his thumb tracing circles on your clit, his hand moving faster and faster. Your thighs trembled as you came, a choked cry escaping your lips as he brought you to your release.

You collapsed against the mattress, gasping for air, your heart hammering in your chest. Your eyes darted back and forth between his, and his grin grew wider.

His voice was low and gruff. "Yer so fuckin’ perfect, y’know that?"

Your body was buzzing with electricity, and the words escaped your lips before you could stop them.

"Please," you gasped, "I need more." You pleaded, your eyes welling with tears.

Ghost's chest heaved as he watched you come undone beneath him, a primal satisfaction surging through him. He removed his fingers from your trembling body, leaving you momentarily bereft.

The sight of you begging for more only fueled his desire further. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his accent thickening with lust. His eyes roamed over your exposed form, taking in every detail as if committing it to memory.

His gaze never left yours as he lowered his body onto the bed, the weight of his gear pinning you in place. He undid his belt, pulling himself out as he positioned himself between your legs, his fingers tracing up your thighs, rough and scarred hands caressing your soft and supple skin.

He leaned in, the cold metal of his mask brushing against your flushed cheek, causing you to let out an airy whine. He whispered into your ear, his voice gravelly with desire, "Brace yerself, love." Then, without further warning, he thrust into you, eliciting a sharp gasp. He paused momentarily, allowing you to adjust to his size before resuming his rhythm, each stroke measured and precise, like the execution of a well-planned mission.

He tightened his grip around your waist, pulling you closer as he continued to drive into you—the room filled with the sound of your ragged breaths and the soft slap of skin on skin.

Ghost's movements became more urgent, his thrusts deeper and harder, his uniform digging into the softness of your thighs. You could feel your pussy clenching around him as you writhed underneath him, your nails clawing at his back through the thick material of his tactical vest.

Ghost's hips moved with a steady, relentless rhythm; each thrust punctuating the silence with a soft growl that reverberated in the back of his throat. You savored the sensation of him being inside you, the heaviness of his cock splitting you open, followed by the pressing of his tip against your cervix.

"Is this what ya’ wanted?" he asked his voice barely above a whisper, a hint of challenge lacing his tone. His fingers dug into your flesh, pulling you even closer as if trying to merge your bodies completely.

With a fervent growl, Ghost increased his pace, your body responding in kind. Each movement became a symphony of desire, the friction between you building a crescendo that threatened to consume you whole.

"Come for me again." His voice was rough, betraying the tight control he maintained over himself.

You could feel the familiar pressure building inside you once his thumb found your clit, rubbing in small, deliberate circles as he continued his relentless rhythm. The sensation sent a jolt through your body, causing your hips to buck against his, your moans becoming louder and more desperate. Ghost's breath caught in his throat at the sight, his release drawing near.

"That's it," he urged, his fingers working in tandem with his hips, pushing you closer to the edge.

Ghost's eyes narrowed, watching your reactions intently as he pushed you higher. The sensation of you clamping down on him was almost too much to bear, but he held on, determined to give you what you needed. His thumb pressed firmer against your clit, teasing and stroking in time with his relentless thrusts.

"Let go. Give it to me," he commanded, his voice barely recognizable through gritted teeth. He could feel your body tense beneath him, every muscle coiled tight as you teetered on the edge. When your orgasm finally hit, your eyes squeezed shut, broken whimpers spilling from your lips as you trembled in his arms. Ghost allowed himself to follow suit, his release tearing through with a ferocity that surprised him.

He buried his face in your neck, his breaths ragged and hot yet somewhat filtered by his balaclava. As he rode out the waves of pleasure that wracked his body, you quivered in ecstasy beneath him.

Ghost couldn't help but feel a surge of possessiveness. He held you close; his hand splayed across your lower back, his thumb still circling lazily around your sensitive clit as he savored the feeling of you coming apart.

Ghost slowly pulled out, your combined heavy breaths echoing through the otherwise silent room. He discarded his mask, revealing a look of raw passion and concern etched on his rugged yet handsome face.

His fingers trailed up your body, brushing aside damp strands of hair that clung to your forehead. He leaned in to plant a tender kiss on your lips, tasting the salt of perspiration and feeling the rapid beat of your heart against his chest. "Ya’ alright?" he asked, his voice softer than usual.

You nodded, a dopey grin stretching over your face as your eyes peeled open, assessing him through your bleary and cloudy vision.

“Good,” he grunted, his voice once again losing its once warm and soft tone.

“Because I’m not done wit’ ya’ yet.”

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[bittercoffeeonmykeyboard]

Pushing Buttons

The Riddler x Fem!Reader

Summary - The Riddler pushed a few too many of your buttons, and you accidentally pushed a couple of his. Pent up frustrations lead to... surprising developments.

Authors Note - Reader is referred to as "Kestrel." Genitals and pronouns for the reader aren't specified, but reader is also referred to as "Ma'am," so I figured it would be alright to specify fem!reader and FemDom. Can be read as GN!reader. This Riddler is not from any specific media, but inspired by ArkhamVerse and CodotVerse.

Warnings - NSFW 18+, Canon-Typical Violence, Dub-con, Hand-job, Hair pulling, Blood, Grinding, Biting, FemDom, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Enemies to Lovers and back to Enemies, Hate-Fucking (without actually fucking), Degradation, Reader Insert, Kinda verges on OC Insert, No use of Y/N

Word Count - 3.1k

Beta Reader/Editor - @timesnewreader

The crackle of a shitty connection stabbed your ears suddenly, as you were crouching in the rafters of the warehouse.

"Is that the sound of a bird trapped in my warehouse? Someone call pest control!" The Riddler quipped, invading your earpiece. You clenched your jaw.

"Watch out, I might have rabies." you shot back, thoroughly over this already. Your eyes scanned the building from your perch, searching for a hidden entrance or exit.

"Hah! Only mammals can contract rabies, Kestrel. And here I thought that was common sense?" Fucking hell. Time to find him, sooner than later preferably.

"You think you're so fucking smart-" You began.

"Think? No, I know I am, darling." He grinned through the radio, ego echoing in the earpiece.

"I'm going to beat the shit out of you." You growled as you started to leap through the rafters as quietly as possible.

"You're welcome to try, if you can find me! Too bad you can't keep up with my marvelous intellect."

His grating voice and laugh echoed in your coms.

"Kestrel. Everything alright?" Batman's voice broke over the Riddler's fading laugh.

A heavy sigh. "It's fine. Everything is in control." You reported. "We should have Oracle check our radio security. Riddles keep finding their way into my ears, so to say." A pause.

"Understood. I'll bring that up to her soon. However, the sooner you find him, the sooner that stops happening. Good luck." A beep followed his words, and Batman closed the line.

Really. Really?

"'The sooner you find him, the sooner that stops happening', oh fucking hell, Bats." You mocked. It's not your fucking fault he keeps escaping, and then deciding to make it your issue. A bubble of frustration rose in your chest.

You started to close in on a vent above a well-disguised room, dropping down next to it as silently as possible. Which, considering how frustrated both Riddler and Batman just made you, left you quite impressed with yourself.

You fiddled with your coms controls for a second, opening a channel with the rest of the group on patrol. "I'll be off coms for a while. I have a bone to pick with the Riddler." You paused, before adding "I shouldn't be long."

You closed the line and pulled the earpiece out, readying yourself. With a loud bang, you opened the vent and dropped into the room.

"Well would you look at what the Bat dragged in-"

He was cut off by a grappling hook to the ankle, accented by a thud when his body hit the ground. Your fist would have met his face if he hadn't rolled out of the way, scrambling to his feet. "I have to give you credit-"

Your foot interrupted him with almost breaking his nose. Just glanced him. Damn.

"You found me! And quicker than expected-" He levied his cane and swung for your skull. You ducked, and hooked his ankle out from under him. He hit the ground again, but hooked your own ankle and you landed on your ass. He shuffled to try and get to his feet again, and you flipped over to claw at his leg, dragging him back towards you. He swiftly tried to kick you, and landed a solid kick on your shoulder.

"Truly, one could say-" You reached to grab his arm, and he whacked your head with his cane. "Your intellect is almost on par with-" He managed to roll away form you again. "Your viciousness!" He landed a strong kick to your ribs, making you roll and groan.

You both staggered to your feet, a good six feet between you now. "You talk too much." He brandished his cane like a baseball bat. You lifted your fists, feeling rage and excitement mix in your chest.

"Now where's the fun in silence?" You barked out a laugh, before lunging forward. He swung his cane for your ribs, and you blocked it with your hand, grabbing it and pulling him into a punch, cracking his nose. "AH!"

To his merit he recovered quickly, staggering into a defensive stance as you went to kick at his ribs, managing to dodge with a jump backwards. You both still had a hold on his cane and you used both hands to drag him forward, off balance, twisted and threw him over yourself and onto his back. He landed with a cough, the impact releasing his grip on his cane.

You quickly followed him down, pinning his arms down with his own cane and straddling his waist.

"You are the most annoying man in the world. Your puzzles are shit, your ego is shit, and you deserve to get the shit beat out of you." Riddler seemed dazed, his breathing was quick and blood was starting to trickle out from his nose from your punch. "You're weak, your whole ethos sucks, and the only thing moderately acceptable about you is your sense of style, if only you weren't focused on inflating your own sense of self worth by ruining people's lives."

You spat each word at him, glaring down at him. Your breathing came heavy, filled with the adrenaline of the fight and fire of your words.

The Riddler stared up at you, eyes wide and face flushed. His face kept twitching, as if he was stuck between two expressions, unable to settle on one. "Is that all?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing as he smirked.

You removed one hand from the cane, leaning forward to pin him more securely as you grabbed his face. "You wish." You sneered down at him, piercing his eyes with yours. "Every single one of your stupid riddles and puzzles has been solved, every time. Makes you think that maybe, oh, they aren't that hard? Your riddles are easy and if you're trying to be a villain, you're failing. You're a nuisance at best, and a danger to society at worst. Maybe you should like, get better? Get better at doing the thing you made your entire identity around."

He was taking short panting breaths, face thoroughly flushed. You let go of his face and he licked his lips, catching some of the blood from his nose and smearing it. Your eyes caught on the motion, before pinning his eyes once again. His pupils were blown, and he chuckled. "Well! That's not very nice, now is it?" His legs shifted behind you, and you felt the movement from where you sat on his waist. He swallowed. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that words hurt?"

You scoffed. "You're one to talk." You leaned back, releasing some of the pressure on his wrists, and instead placing your free hand over his throat. Not pressing, but threatening to. To your surprise, he didn't immediately try to break free from his position. Shifting slightly, you felt something press against you from behind. His eyelids fluttered at the pressure and a quiet exhale left his lips. Realization dawned on you. "You're fucking disgusting." A disbelieving chuckle left you, as you suddenly found yourself nervous.

"Never claimed I wasn't, darling." He lilted, a smirk on his lips. "What can I say? Your physical prowess and verbal assault left me defenseless. I pushed your buttons, and you pushed mine." He breathed out a chuckle, and you felt it resonate beneath your hand. "If, if you'd like…" He hesitated, gazing up and down your body, before meeting your eyes again, half-lidded. "We could push each others' buttons some more?"

The suggestion sent blood rushing to your face, and loathe were you to admit it, warmth began pooling between your legs. Your hand twitched and tightened over his neck briefly, drawing a tiny moan from the Riddler. Shock at the noise caused you to release the cane and his neck, leaving his hands free suddenly. He took this opportunity to grab your wrist and roll the two of you, flipping positions.

"Ooo, see? This could be fun!" He pinned your wrist, and traced his free hand down to your hip. "A little push, a little pull, and we're off to the races." His face came close you yours, breath ghosting over your cheeks as you felt your chest stutter. Arousal mixed with anger at his audacity, heating up with a dash of shame at letting him flip your positions.

A smirk that came off as more of snarl danced on your face, and you hooked your legs over his hip and gripped his hair, dragging him down as you flipped the two of you yet again, landing him beneath you with a breathy groan. You hand firmly found his throat again as you grinned. "Bold of you to assume you'll have any control." You punctuated your statement with a harsh grind of your hips against his, drawing out a pathetic moan. "You'll do as I say, brat. Understand?"

He nodded and swallowed, breathless.

"Speak up."

"Y- yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes… ma'am?"

Another grind of the hips. "Good." A fire was lit in your abdomen, seeing him like this. Oh, the things you'll do to this man.

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him up to face you, noses nearly touching. "You're pathetic." Your lips ghosted over his, before meeting as you went to bite down on his bottom lip, keeping it trapped between your teeth as you rutted against him, reveling in the friction and his gasping moans. His hands fluttered at your hips, unsure. You slapped them away, and started pulling at his jacket and shirt. He quickly started helping you strip him until he lay before you, bare-chested. You released his lower lip to instead start trailing bites down his neck. He damn near moaned with every bite, and it was driving you wild. When you reached the junction of his neck and shoulder, you bit hard and rolled your hips, listening to the pretty little mewl he let out. You continued rolling your hips as you licked the bite, savouring the friction against your core. You could practically feel him twitch beneath you.

"Does it feel good, brat?" The Riddler nodded. "Are you so pathetic that me grinding against you is enough? "

"N… Not enough- please…."

You dragged your hand down his chest, his stomach, and down further as you drank in the flustered look on his face. His lip was caught in his teeth, trying to reign in his gasps. You shifted from straddling his pelvis to one of his thighs, guiding your knee to put gentle pressure on him. He blinked heavily and gazed through his lashes up at you. A cheeky grin crossed his lips.

"If I knew you had this in you, I think I would've tried harder to piss you off, darling."

Your hand reached the hem of his pants, tracing them. You popped open the button and slowly, slowly dragged the zipper down.

"If I knew you would've tried something like this, I would've cuffed you earlier."

With that you shove your hand past the hem and down his pants, cutting off whatever reply would've left his lips and replacing it with a choked moan. He shuddered and threw his head back. The touch of your hand had his dick twitching, you could feel his pulse as you gripped his length. It was hot in your grip. A single pump from base to head and you could feel the precum leaking from his tip. He brokenly mewled and grasped at your suit, finding purchase on your shoulder. His expression was wrecked, pupils blown and eyebrows pinched, chest heaving as he leaned his head towards your shoulder.

"Hah, so needy. I've barely touched you, and you're about to cum? Poor little touch starved fuck." You carded your fingers through his hair, gripping and tilting his head back so you could gaze at his expression better. "Riddle me this, brat. What do you want?"

His eyes locked with yours. A shuddered sigh. "Please, touch me, please, please…." he whimpered. Your hand stayed still in his pants.

"Please, what?"

Your hand tightened on his hair, and he gasped at the sting.

"Please, Ma'am! Please…"

"Good boy." A sweet, sadistic grin passed your lips. You started stroking him in an even tempo, rolling your thumb over the head with each pump. His breath stuttered and his eyelids drooped. Each stroke of your hand had little moans spilling from his lips, his hand gripped tighter on your shoulder, digging in just shy of painful. You kept his head craned back, facing the ceiling, watching every expression flicker on his face. Increasing the tempo you pull a depraved moan from his chest. Your own breaths came faster enraptured by his reactions. The air felt like fire as it passed between the two of you, charged with energy. You started pumping faster, faster as you drank in every moan and gasp, fixed on watching him come undone with pleasure. He was so close, so very close now. He was completely flushed, cheeks and chest rosy as he panted. Whimpers and mumbling falling from his lips, shuddering underneath you. "Please please pleasepleaseplease-" fell from his lips in a chant, begging. His dick was throbbing now. His eyes met yours.

"Almost there, brat. Stay with me," a firm tug on his hair as you kept his gaze pinned with yours. His hand slid from your shoulder to the back of your neck as his face started to pinch in pleasure. You kept the pace fast and steady, watching with bated breath. His eyebrows furrowed and jaw went slack as he tipped over, eye lashes fluttering as he tried to keep eye contact with you. He let out a strangled keen, moaning as he climaxed, hot cum spurting and landing on your hand, his pants, and the floor. He went nearly limp in your grasp and you supported him with the hand in his hair, letting go to wrap around his shoulders instead. His head fell forward and into your shoulder. "Sh shh shhh, good boy, you did so good for me." You held him as he caught his breath, inhaling slowly as he came down from his high. You let go of his cock and wiped the cum off your hands with his pant leg as he raised his head back up, his rational mind starting to return. Similarly, you began to realize exactly what just happened. You looked him in the face, making sure he was alright (he was grinning), before briskly letting go and backing away from him, standing up. "Shit." "I'd say that was quite the contrary, dear. Definitely not shit." He let out a breathless chuckle.

"Put your fucking clothes back on." You turned away from him. What the fuck did you just do?? Gave the Riddler a goddamn hand job right after beating the shit out of him, that's what. Fuck it all what were you thinking! You heard the shuffle of him putting his shirt and coat back on, and only turned around once you heard the zip of his pants. He recovered quite well from the mess of a man he was on the floor mere minutes ago, the only tell being the cum stains near his crotch and the specific smell of musk emanating from him. "Well now riddle me this-" he starts. "Don't-" "What gets longer when pulled, fits snugly between breasts, slides neatly into a hole, and works well when jerked?" He grins back at you, delighting in the riddle and watching your inner turmoil flash across your face. "Oh my god. Bubble gum? A cigarette? Fuck off." You paced away from him, setting distance between the two of you. "Certainly not your dick," you called over your shoulder. "Is that your final answer? Really, I expected more eloquence but I guess you can't win all the time, now can you?" He sighed over dramatically, picking up his cane and inspecting it. The Riddler rubbed at a tiny scratch on the handle.

You could feel your blood pressure spike again. Your jaw clenched as you glared back at him. Attempting a sardonic smile but really only succeeding in a snarl, you tilted your head at him. "Eloquently, I hope rats turn your mattress into a refinery of their trash, and you wake up in a pool of your own piss." You started to stomp back over to him, anger pumping into your bloodstream, thankfully masking anything else you might be feeling at the moment. "In-eloquently, fuck off and suffer." You stabbed your finger into his chest for punctuation. He clasped your hand between both of his. "If you keep telling me to fuck off, you'll start to give me the wrong idea about us, darling." the Riddler cooed with an exaggerated pout. "You already have the wrong idea; there is no 'us'." You snatch your hand away from his. His eyes narrowed, even if his horrible, snarky grin remained. "No us, huh?" He clicked his tongue. "How disappointing." his finger found its way to your chin resting there for a moment. Next thing you know, his hand is behind your head and he's kissing you hard, more teeth than lips, and keeping you tight there against him. Shock flashes through you before the rage kicks in again, and you promptly launch your knee straight into his crotch. He releases you with a pained groan, gasping as he doubles over. Between gasps of pain, he starts a stilted laugh. You grab his arm and kick him behind the knee, pulling his arm behind his back while he's still reeling in pain. He jerks, but not before you manage to cuff both of his hands behind his back.

"That's enough of your bullshit, to the GCPD you fucking go." You haul him around and start half dragging him, half leading him to the door. Once he's fully got his feet under him, he smirks down at you. "Aw, but we were having so much fun! Truly, Kestrel, sometimes you are such a killjoy." "If you know whats good for you, you'll shut your mouth." You growled out. "Ah, I've heard that before. In fact, if I had a nickle for every time someone's told me to shut up, I think I could rival Bruce Wayne's wealth!" He chirped. Opening the door, you shove him through first, reaching to turn your coms back on. Before you can, The Riddler tilts his head back at you with a smile. "For the record, the answer is a seat belt."

big thank you to times for being a true bestie and helping me make this legible lol. they're a great beta reader!!! she has a lot of good recommendations if y'all would like to check them out!!

[dilftaroooo]

heyy there

can i req just like dirty like absolutely disgusting, downright nasty rough sex w toji 🌚

tags/tw: degradation + toji is so mean ;( + and he stuffs ur panties in ur mouf.

I think "rough sex" paired with "Toji" is a good combination, bestie, because he fits that category like bread on butter.

But before he starts anything, he has to get his doll all prepped up and ready before he pushes himself deep into your needy cunt. He's delicate in the beginning, making sure he warms you up with all his filthy words and lovely praises that you have no other choice but to submerge yourself in his affection. He's very good at making your nether regions below drip with aching desire.

Though, once he feels that wetness leak onto his calloused palm, savoring your taste by putting his coated fingers on the base of his tongue, sucking fervently before removing with an obnoxious pop, that's when the real feast begins...

Your back laying firmly on the soft cushion of his futon, knees bent and touching your shoulders, feet resting on Toji's pecs, and a pair of your panties rudely stuffed in your mouth because according to Toji, "You don't know when to shut the fuck up-". He's already gotten multiple noise complaints from his neighbors, God only knows how much he can take before he's asked to leave.

The loads of cum Toji filled you with emits a cacophonous squelch as he pounds your gushy pussy senseless and Toji falls in love at the sound. The power of his thrusts has you babbling like some fucking idiot and you're even more incoherent with your panties in your mouth.

"You keep talking to me like I'm gonna understand you. I don't know what the hell it is you're telling me. What? Is it too much, hm?" He'd question you in a mocking tone, belittling you even more as though fucking you in a mating press wasn't humiliating enough. You mentally curse at yourself when your answer is a quick, pathetic grunt — sounding out of breath because of the restraining position Toji has you in. It's like music to his ears and he smiles out of spite.

"Ooh it is, isn't it?" He sounds even more condescending than before and you hate it. "My poor doll can't handle all this dick, can she? No? She can't? Oooh," He's gonna make sure he keeps you in that reserved spot beneath his feet, pleading for mercy as he plows into your vulnerable state.

"No—" He starts again. You can feel his tip hit your belly button before he pulls out for the umpteenth time. "—she," Your vision is obscured with a blurry view due to you rolling your eyes to the back of your lids. He pulls out and you can sense the head of his angry, red cock pulse subtly at your entrance, "—can't." before ramming it back into you with more aggression than the rest of his thrusts.

There is but so much you can endure with him fucking you like this, but you like to pushing your limits teehee.

[a-ikus]

oughhhhhhhh no one else ever finds this as horny as i do but the condescension and pity on olivers face when you really think you’ve changed him and think you guys are really something and he still only thinks of you as a fuck oughhhhh

[maladaptiveobsession]

yandere adam headcanons

contains: brief dubcon mention, manipulation, emotional/mental abuse, degradation

yandere adam

who, under all the false bravado, is insecure. cuckolded twice—and by the same man no less—how could he not be? the overwhelming anxiety of losing you haunts him. try as he might, loud vulgarities make terrible compensation for confidence.

who sabotages any meaningful relationships. what do you mean you’re lonely? this is heaven; you’re surrounded by others! the company you keep never satisfies your desire for connection, seemingly close yet just out of reach. despite your best efforts, you couldn’t seem to form any deep attachments. the mental isolation will wear you down and warp your thoughts. were you even worth keeping around? distraught and rejected, adam will pull you out of the depths of your despair. who needs those stains? they don’t appreciate you like he does; don’t care for you like he does. you can see it now, can’t you? he’s the only one for you.

who openly tears you down with stinging criticism, finding fault in all that you do. his denigrations are no more than projected insecurities. though he casts a confident image, he is doubtful and hesitant. his harassment is subtle; any concerns you bring up brushed off and met with admonishment. don’t be so sensitive! that’s just how he is! you must be misunderstanding him. adam himself hardly recognizes his arraignment, sending crude remarks your way merely out of habit. he’s never meant any of it, often leaving himself wondering why he pressures you so much. it’s not that he takes pleasure in your dejection, but rather that he subconsciously recognizes his own faults. he knows he’s no good for you and that you deserve better. so he tears you down as he does himself, hoping that if you have no confidence in yourself, you’ll settle for him. though he means none of what he says, don’t expect any apologies. he’s convinced himself he’s above apologies, above you.

who takes what he wants, always pushing your boundaries, never asking for permission. it’s only natural; you belong to him. i mean, who asks their toys for consent to play? things would be so much simpler if you just cooperated. who cares if he plays a little rough? you can take it. that being said, adam views you less as an object and more as an extension of him.

who’s never far. what do you mean you’re going out? don’t go anywhere just yet; he’s coming with. no matter the destination or occasion, he’ll be there. what if you never come back? what if you leave him?

who’s entitled. he was the first soul to enter heaven; he’s earned this! you think you’re too good for him or something? you should be happy that he chose you! he has plenty of sluts lined up to ride the original dick; he could easily replace you. empty threats, yet stinging all the same.

who craves your worship. paradoxical as it is, he is annoyingly conceited yet also self-deprecating. having been divorced twice, he often worries he’s inadequate. so he overcompensates confidence to the point of arrogance. his doubt in your faithfulness connects to his past trauma, so compliment his features, praise his accomplishments, and let him know just how much you appreciate and enjoy being around him. he may not say thank you, but you can tell just how much he values your opinions.

who demands your attention. evading him is nearly impossible. he’ll take offense, of course, but ultimately see it as a challenge. clearly you were ignoring him because you wanted his attention! why else would you avoid him? no worries, babe! he’s all yours! isn’t he so generous?

who shows you off, proudly announcing your relation to everyone you meet. all of heaven, perhaps even some of hell, will know of you. whether you’re with adam or not, crowds will whisper, point, and goggle as you wander. you’re his bitch, hot stuff! get used to it! he wants everyone to see just how out of reach you are. you’re his, only his

who derives no pleasure from hurting you. adam will never physically harm you. underneath that crude exterior, he truly does care for you. he can give you everything, anything! just don’t abandon him. to keep you by his side, nothing is above him.

[queermentaldisaster]

“There's a Revolution Coming”, part three of “The Devil Made Me Do It; But I Also Kinda Wanted To”.

First thing's first. If you read this on AO3, please, please, please pay attention to the tags. I will add sufficient warnings for each chapter here as well, but this is very much a Dead Dove fic. What you see is what you get. So please, proceed with caution when you see the tws/tags.

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(Possible) tw: Children in captivity, mental breakdown, mentions of torture and mind control, discrimination towards demons, and implied child abuse. Proceed with caution.

Chapter 1 under the cut.

The helo landed, and Mirror grabbed Soap's bound wrists and began dragging him towards the military base. Soap's eyes trailed upwards, and his eyes narrowed. With the amount of security around this place, it reminded him of a castle. He looked back down, taking a deep breath. ‘Och, poor Si…he's probably terrified right now and masking it with anger…’ he thought. His thoughts were on Ghost, even as Mirror dragged him through the base. Then, he looked up, and saw just how many demons were here. More than a thousand. The rest must've come from all over the world, then. ‘How many demons did Meister break?’ Soap thought, as his mind drifted back to a conversation Ghost and him had while he was still recovering.

“You know, Meister tortured us to make us weak to mind control.” Ghost murmured. Soap's head snapped up from his sketchbook. “Mind control?” He asked. Ghost nodded. “Affirmative.” He brought his hand up to his neck. “He’d collar us, then attack us. He saw us as nothing more than tools.” Ghost's wings tightened around himself. Soap's eyes softened and he touched Ghost's hand. “Yer so much more than a tool to me, Simon. Yer as alive as the rest of us.” he murmured. Ghost looked back at Soap and his eyes spoke volumes. “Thanks, Johnny.”

A tear rolled down Soap's cheek. God, he hoped Ghost was looking for him. He was scared.

Mirror dragged him into a room, shoving him in and locking the door behind him. Soap fell to the floor, and knelt there, his hands clenched into fists. He let the tears begin rolling down his cheeks, as he tried not to sob. He was in the lion's den and all alone. Too weak to fight against demons and vampires and…whatever Shepard was. God, he'd never wished for anything, not even to be a monster…but now, he was cursing his human heritage. ‘Ah’m useless. Cannae even save maself, much less love Simon how he wants.’ He bit his tongue. ‘Ah’m pathetic. Fought tooth ‘n nail ta get where ah was, and now ah'm here. In an empty room, captured, unable to save maself.’ A sob escaped from the gag, and the dam broke. He curled up, sobbing.

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He didn't know how long had passed, and he didn't care. He'd managed to get the gag out at some point, and he was now staring at the ceiling, counting the tiles. “Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six-” He was interrupted by the door flying open. Graves was standing there, his eyes narrowed. “Do you ever shut up!?” He snapped. Soap sat up, placing his bound wrists on his knees. “Ya ken, Graves, ye have a really bad track record with kidnapping. Twice in two months. Ghost isnae goin’ tae be happy with this.”

Graves's eyes narrowed. “I do not care what that beast thinks. He's nothing more than an animal, a tool to use as we see fit. He doesn't have feelings, he can't.” Soap's eyes narrowed. “...” He lunged at Graves, only to be tackled by one of the other demon guards. Graves's eyes narrowed. “Take him to the little room.” The demon nodded and dragged Soap off as Soap screamed his head off at Graves, in pure rage.

The demon threw Soap in another room, this one with three beds, and paper strewn around the room. He hit the ground roughly, and he let out a groan. He felt hands grab his binds and he almost struck the person…until he looked ahead…and saw a child with pale tannish skin, her right eye being a purple color, her left eye being a pink color, blonde hair, and tiny red horns. “Evelyn! He could be a threat!” came a voice. He turned his head and saw a girl, no older than fourteen, shielding a smaller boy. The girl had light grayish pinkish-purple hair, her right eye being orange and her left eye being a dark grayish magenta color. She had a burn scar by her right eye, and she had horns of a dull gold color that curved like a ram's. Soap looked around, spotting two other kids. His heart sank.