#tw. noncon

[saigoat]

Being tortured to the point of passing out cold, then in a haze as they regain consciousness, see they are cradled in the lap of their tormentor. Skin clammy and crawling as a bloody hand cards through greasy, limp hair. The unwanted tender touch would be etched in their memory for the rest of their life. In months of agony, it was the one solitary moment of softness. Some part of them wants more, some part loathes themselves for it.

[highpri3stess]

Monsters: Mikey Sano x Reader x Izana Kurokawa

Chapter 2: Shots Fired

pairing: Mikey Sano x Fem Reader x Izana Kurokawa

series summary: Your grievous sin was Emma standing up for you to her brothers. And now you’re going to pay the heavy price for destroying their perfect family dynamic.

chapter summary: izana kurokawa decides he has to teach you a bitter lesson that you wouldn't forget any time soon

chapter warning: 18+ dark content, misogyny, religious themes, smoking, mention of drugs, brief description of child abuse, childhood trauma and sex work, violence (against both character and reader), emotional incest, night terrors, allusions to sex, sexual harrassment, mention and brief description of rape, asphyxiation (non sexual), manipulation, slut shaming, near death experience, sexual assault, noncon, oral (m.recieving), face and throat fucking, attempted murder

Please read ending credits for important annoucement

wc: 7.5k

masterlist||chapter 1||chapter 3

  IZANA mindlessly fiddled with his lighter as he leaned on the wall, waiting diligently for Emma.

Unlit cigarette between his lips, his purple eyes scanned the people leaving the English department one by one, hoping to find a mop of golden hair amongst the students. A small vivienne Westwood shopping bag hung between his fingers loosely, perched beside his faded out black jeans. There was no way that Emma would avoid him in public at least, not with the entire student population watching the both of them. He knew that his little sister hated being the subject of rumors, no matter how trivial it could be.

His plan has to work. It just has to.

Whatever bullshit Mikey was spewing about you being the key to getting Emma to speak to him, can go to hell. He and Emma had a strong bond that transcended anything casual. This was his little sister he watched for the first eight years of his life, a bond doesn’t just break like that. Not over a stranger.

Not over you. Over your dead body.

A few minutes passed and still no sign of Emma. Deciding that he didn’t want to stand around and gape like a moron, Izana lifted his lighter towards his cigarette, flicking the light twice and bringing the warm flame to his lips. Breathing in the familiar scent of nicotine, smoke filled his lungs as he tucked the lighter back in his pockets. His free hand took the cigarette from his lips and he exhaled, releasing plumes of smoke from his lips.

His smoking habit had gotten worse within the past week. Izana couldn’t help it, reaching for a light anytime he saw his gifts in the dustbin. Emma hasn’t been this angry at him for more than a day before, usually a new plushie was enough to wash his sins clean, no matter how grevious they were. Now, not even the most expensive shoes she’s been eyeing for months could satiate her anger.

All because of you.

Izana knows his little sister like the back of his hand. Like how she loved sleeping with plushies because it comforted her whenever their mother brought men into the house and they were loud. Or how he picked up a guitar to learn multiple barbie songs because their mother had destroyed Emma’s CD that he bought with his money to punish her. He knew she liked warm tea during her periods and gentle back rubs to ease her pain.

Izana knows he’s not the best person to be around. Emma may have been young when she left their mother’s home, but Izana had stayed there until his teens before going to the orphanage, enduring unimaginable horrors. Life hardened him, made him so jaded that the only thin thread connecting him to his humanity was Emma.

And little by little, his humanity was slipping away.

First it was Mikey’s stupid friend, Ken Ryugi, who waltzed his way into Emma’s life. Izana didn’t like him one bit- didn’t like how Emma would bite her lip, waiting for him to reply and cry herself to sleep when he didn’t. Her heart was soft, fragile and that brute tore it apart by telling her he wasn’t interested in a relationship yet. The only reason Ken wasn’t in an unmarked, shallow grave in the middle of nowhere was simply because Mikey was involved.

Now it was you. Taking the space in her life that belonged to him and him only. He was fine sharing with his younger brother, no matter how much that little shit pisses him off but now, you’re pushing both of them out of the equation. How could someone so insignificant be so important to his sister?

He took more puffs, letting the smoke out through his mouth. He skimmed throughout the campus once again, nervousness creeping onto his consciousness with every passing moment. Had he missed Emma?

‘Has she gone to her room already? Don’t tell me I missed her-’

His thoughts were cut short the second he caught sight of a familiar blonde hair bouncing in the wind. He stood up straight tossing the cigarette to the floor and crushing it underneath his black shoes, before rushing to catch up to his little sister.

Izana pushed through the throng of people, violently shoving anyone that got in his way until he finally fell in step with her, slowing down to match her pace. Without wasting time, his hand curled around the girl’s wrist, stopping her in her tracks instantly. A shocked gasp escaped her lips, her head twisting fast and her free hand even faster to hit him.

“Get off me - Izana?”

Her hand stopped mid air, inches away from the smirking male’s face. He noticed her tension leave her body, relief washing over her, only for irritation to take its place on her face, instantly displeased at his actions. “What the hell? I’ve told you to stop doing that.” she hissed at him.

A mischievous grin made its way to his face at Emma’s irritation. She always had a pout whenever she was angry at him and it made look even more adorable.

“Were you scared?” He teased her, pulling Emma closer to him until she was practically smushed at his side, his arm hugging her tight despite the irritated glare she gave him in response. “You know that as long as I’m alive, no one guy would ever have the balls to hurt you. Unless they want to die.”

“Stop joking about things like that.”

‘I’m not.’

Shaking his head, he decided to change the topic to what he came here for originally. “Here I got you something for your…” he sneered at the thought of Draken being near his little sister. “date with Draken.” He released her from his side hug before extending the perfume bag to her with a smug look on his face. “It’s Vivienne Westwood, your favorite.”

His hand hung in the air as Emma trailed her pointed glare from his hand, back to his cheerful visage. She crossed her arms in response slowly, her yellow eyes rapidly looking at the bag to his face before her lips curled into a sick sneer.

“Are you insane?”

“What?”

“Don’t ‘what?’ me Izana! How many times have I told you that this is not a situation you can bribe me out of! Not this time!”

Emma’s voice was loud enough to garner wandering eyes of other by-standers, watching the event go down. They were wise enough to hide that they were staring, so as not to piss Izana off even further after she left.

Izana kept his composure, still holding out the bag towards Emma with a smile -albeit stiffer than before. ‘She’s just being emotional’ Izana whispered to himself, still trying to be rational. ‘Just take it easy with her’

“Easy Em, I said it was a joke” his words were smooth, buttery, flowing out of his lips like it was the truth. In his own opinion, you were the one in the wrong for wearing such a provocative outfit, showing your body off. He was just trying to tell you off so that you would be more decent next time when you’re around seniors. “I didn’t know your friend was that sensitive-”

“Are you listening to the bullshit coming from your stupid mouth?” Emma roared, her voice echoing throughout the entirety of the department, her face red with fury. Izana had never seen his own beloved sister ever look at him with such disgust in her eyes, her teeth gnashing against each other and hands at her side, clenching against each other. “Is that what you think a joke sounds like?”

“Calm the fuck dow-”

“No wonder you’re fucking single, you’re such a piece of shit to anyone that isn’t Shinichiro!” Emma screamed, interrupting Izana once again, her temper fiery enough to burn a hole on the ground she stood with how heated she was. “How does anyone even stand you for so long? You’re unbearable!”

“Excuse m-”

He doesn’t like where the conversation is going, with how furious Emma was right now. He tried to raise a comforting hand to Emma’s shoulder to ease her tension but she was quick to smack it away from her hard, stinging his fingers a little.

It hurt.

“You’re so unpleasant, how do you even have any friends? How do they tolerate you? To think (name) wanted me to forgive you! Thank god you aren’t my fucking brother, I can’t imagine being anything like you!”

The words left her mouth before she could stop herself.

It was as if the world froze over for Izana. He stood there, wide eyed, his heart beating loudly in his chest as all the voices around him faded into the background. His hand extended weakly at his side, mouth drying up as a lump formed in his throat. He can see the flash of regret in Emma’s eyes, the way her face changes when the weight of her words crushed the both of them.

Suddenly he was sixteen again, thirteen year old Mikey taking Emma’s place and uttering those soul-crushing words to him after another fight. It was just a silly xbox game that Shinichiro forced them to share, one of his many futile attempts to make them get along with each other. Izana remembered how he looked at all of them. Mikey. Emma. Shinichiro, hoping to god that it was spite that fueled Mikey’s words, not conviction.

“It’s not true right? Shin-nii? Em?”

The terrified look on Shinichiro’s face sealed Izana’s fate forever.

“I-I-i didn’t mean i-” she starts to stutter, tears gathering in her eyes. It’s obvious that she can recognize the heartbreak in his violent hues, blankly staring at her, disappointed. He wants to say something, but all that manages to come out is air. Of all the things she could say to him, why did it have to be this one?

“Izana please-”

He doesn’t let her finish, turning on his heel and walking as fast as possible. People were quick to clear out of his way, not wanting to be his target of aggression when he eventually snapped. He ignored Emma trying to reach him, shouting his name at the top of her lungs with strings of apologies as he walked back to where he bike sat.

“Izana, wait please-” she screamed from the crowd of people, tears streaming from her yellow eyes. He continued to ignore her as he hopped on his bike, sliding in the key and revving up the engine before she could reach him.

“Izana please I didn’t mean it! I’m so-”

Izana zoomed away, turning Emma’s cries into background noise.

"THANK god you’re not my real brother.”

Izana narrowly avoided crashing his bike into the tree right next to the house, hitting the breaks just in time for the bike to stop.

‘It’s all that fucking bitch’s fault!’ He seethed ‘That useless excuse of a human being caused this.’

You. An unimportant little rat that scurries around his little sister. From the first day Izana set his eyes on you, an intense hatred filled his gut. You were just there, sitting awkwardly while Emma tried to involve you in their conversation and it irked him. He hated everything about you - the way you picked your finger when you were nervous. Your bright smile you gave to only Emma when you talked about the most mundane of things. The fact that Emma would cut short their outings just to see or meet up with you.

Just your mere presence in general. He couldn’t stand you. He couldn’t stand losing his beloved sister to you

Blinded with rage, Izana throws his helmet on the tree with a guttural scream, breaking it in half. Unsatisfied with his rage, he clenched his fist and stalked towards his fraternity house, ready to beat up the first person he set his eyes on.

The doors of the fraternity house were thrown open by Izana. Shion was the first person Izana just happened to set his eyes on, the blond carrying a box of tools in his arms as he headed towards Ran’s bedroom. The taller male turned his attention just as Izana was entering the house and smiled at him.

“Hey boss, did you see your lil si-”

Izana pounced on the poor man, sending the toolbox and a confused Shion to the ground, shattering the glass table underneath them. Ignoring the broken glass digging into his skin, Izana slammed his fists straight into Shion’s face, dealing him powerful blows, cursing you as he beat up Madarame.

“(name) you stupid slut. You ruined everything! I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you-”

“Izana!”

“Stop it! You’re gonna kill him.”

Two sets of hands pulled Izana off Shion, dragging him away from the injured man. Ran is quick to help Shion up from the floor, holding the barely conscious male up. Eyes burning with irritation, Ran turned his attention to Izana who was held back by Kakucho and Mucho, heavily breathing after his rage induced breakdown.

“Izana what the hell man?” Ran cursed at him. “He was supposed to help me set up my humidifier. Look what you did!”

“Let’s take it easy, Ran, it seems like Izana had a bad day.” Kakucho reasoned, still holding Izana away from lunging at Shion once again. “You know he’s only like this when he’s stressed-”

Ran put his free hand up, silencing Kakucho completely. His violet eyes moved to Izana who was still huffing and puffing, still in Kakucho and Muto’s grip. “Look.” Ran sighed out, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We don’t want to deal with this anymore, Izana. You can’t keep taking out your anger on us. Especially for that (name) girl.”

Izana growled, his teeth clenched against each other at Ran’s words. Deep down, he knew Ran was right. Each time he saw his gift in the dustbin, it would send him into a panic induced rage and end in hitting one of his friends. Beating up everyone that wasn’t you was not the solution at all. No matter how violent he got, it still wouldn’t change the fact that his sister doesn’t want him anymore.

And it is all your fault.

Eventually, Izana relaxed, breathing through his nose gently. The two men released Izana once he calmed down before helping Ran with the barely conscious Shion to his room. The white haired male now left to his devices, crashed onto the chair, his hands on his knees. If he was going to get his sister back, he had to do it right. Maybe teach you a bitter lesson that you would never forget. Punish you for angering him and changing his little sister into something else.

Anything really, to satiate his anger.

His hand fished out his phone from his pocket, going straight to his contacts. Purple eyes rested on a familiar name, one that he hadn’t spoken to for the past eight months after a hookup. She tried to elevate herself from a hookup to his main girl, texting him non-stop and throwing herself at him.

Pathetic.

Izana liked thrill and adventure. Women who were wild on the dance floor and even wilder in the sheets were his favorite, for the same reason he loved riling up Mikey. The dopamine rush.

Sex was a drug to him. Not necessarily a favorite, just something he got a high from that was different from cocaine or LSD. The experience was a thrill, bodies meshed together in bliss as they gave into carnality until they fell over the edge. It was why he couldn’t stay with the same girl all the time, eventually their holes get accustomed to his dick and they try forming attachments to him. It gets boring.

Like this one.

He dialed the number and not even up to a minute later someone picked it. “Izana! Hey babe!” She chirped. Izana bit back a groan to avoid voicing his displeasure. She was so fucking annoying. “It’s been so long. Do you want to see me tonigh-”

“You’re (name)’s roommate right?” He could hear her deflated sigh from the phone and decided to butter her up. “Don’t worry, she’s not my type. Just need her schedule for a friend.”

“You sure?”

Izana rolled his eyes before deepening his voice to lure her in. “Sure babe. You’re the one I wanna see tonight. I see the cute pictures you sent to me. The one with you wearing those cheetah print panties, your bare tits hanging out is my favorite.”

“Really?” She sounded so excited that he liked something she sent. Pathetic.

“Really.” he breathed out. “You should wear it when you come here tonight. That is, if you tell me about your roommate’s schedule.”

“Alright!” She began excitedly, the prospect of being Izana’s girl tonight looking very tantalizing, to the point she is willing to sell out her friend. “I’ll tell you everything I know baby!”

Izana shook his head. Too easy.

  YOU haven’t been able to stay asleep for the past few days.

It’s easy to fall asleep after a hard and stressful day at school and your part-time job. Your limbs ache from all the walking and lugging a bookbag far heavier than what you could handle -since all your e-textbooks were on your (now destroyed) laptop and phones were not allowed during lectures. And working from 5pm until 9pm at a restaurant, serving food to rude, overbearing customers only to be paid in pieces was another added stress in itself. Not to mention, studying.

But then, in all your dreams, everything you’ve pushed to the back of your memory is at the forefront. Your dream starts typically, your normal school day, waking up, dressing in your cute little blue crop sweater and jean skirt with socks. You go to classes, and then you see Mikey’s car waiting for Emma.

Things take a different turn. He’s the one getting out of the car to meet you. It’s like a siren call, him holding out his hand for you to take despite someone screaming for you to stop. And you try to reject him, you try to run away like the voice said but you end up getting trapped.

But this time, he’s not using his hands. He’s fully sheathed inside you, robbing you of every thing you hold so dear and you kick, bite and claw at him until you wake up screaming, sweat soaked all over your sheets.

You consistently dream of being violently raped by Manjiro Sano.

The next few hours until sunrise were equally horrible. You’re quietly sobbing into your pillows, praying to God to forgive you for letting Mikey touch you in the first place, assuming your reason for having such dreams was God’s divine judgment for your grievous sin. You’ve lost count on how many Bible verses you stay up reading until your eyes are bleary and the sun comes up.

No matter how much you pray and how many times you recite psalms 127 before you sleep, you can never escape Mikey in the world of dreams. He’s a virus that has invaded your thoughts, corrupting every dream you had and twisted them into nightmares.

You don’t know how long you can hold on being this sleep deprived. It’s been impairing your school life, trying to find a way to stay awake during classes only for you to fall asleep and miss the rest of it. Even when you got notes from the person next to you, reading them was always difficult because your eyes hurt so much.

 Work was even more taxing and stressful, rush week adding more stress than you could ever imagine. You found yourself spacing out more than usual when you were supposed to be taking orders. You were unable to keep up with the fast paced environment, your body feeling like a ton of bricks with every moment you make. Your eyes were heavy lidded, tired from forcing them open throughout the day.

You were so, so tired-

“Hello! Are you sleeping on me young lady?” A voice snapped at you.

Your eyes shot open and immediately you stood back straight. You must have been dozing off while taking the older lady’s order -the very thing you’ve been trying to avoid all day long. “No, not at all Ms-” you started to explain. “-I was just … what was your order aga-”

You flinched when the woman angrily slammed her fist on the table, shutting you up instantly! “So you were sleeping on the job! What kind of establishment allows this?” She screamed, attracting the attention of customers around. “I need to speak to your manager. NOW!”

You instantly began to panic at the mention of your manager. If he heard you’ve been sleeping on the job, for sure he was going to fire you, especially when he was angry you rejected his advances on the first day. You cannot afford to lose this job right now, with all your school expenses and saving up money for next session’s tuition.

“No mam” you begged, keeping your voice even as you tried to reason with her. “Th-there’s no need for that! Please! Let me take your order and I’ll-” you racked your brain for an excuse, knowing fully well your establishment does not offer free meals. “- I’ll pay for your meal! On me-”

“So you’re trying to imply I’m poor?” She interrupted you again, her tempo even higher than before. “You disrespectful little wretch! How dare you? GET ME YOUR MANAGER RIGHT NOW!”

You started begging the older woman, trying to calm her down and de-escalate the situation, but each plea only fuelled her rage. By now, every customer, every employee and just anyone in that place watched you grovel and beg this woman to calm down, some people even videoing your altercation. Your body was trembling as she screeched in your ears, calling you all sorts of names while you relentlessly apologized to her.

“What is going on here?”

You winced at the sound of your manager’s voice emerging from the backrooms. You stood stiffly as he walked to your side, using his shoulder to nudge you out of the way. “Is there something wrong Ms.?” He asked the lady. “What happened?”

“This little wretch!” She practically screeched at you, her finger wagging straight at your hung face. “She was sleeping while I was ordering! And when I pointed it out to her calmly, she called me a hag!”

Your eyes snapped open. You can tolerate people yelling at you, but lying against you is out of the question. “I did not call you anything! That’s a lie-”

“You be quiet!” Your manager yelled at you, silencing you. He turned to face the woman again, apologizing profusely for your so called rude behavior. “I promise you mam, she will be dealt with accordingly. Your order is in the house, please take that as a token of our humble apology and forgive us.”

You stood there in shock as the woman smirked satisfactorily at her now free meal. “Well. You better get rid of her!” She snarked, eyes scanning you up and down, plopping back down on her seat. “Or you’ll lose me as a patron.”

“Of course mam.” He said sweetly before switching his countenance towards you into a more irritated one. “You, come with me.”

You lowered your head once again in disappointment as you started following your manager towards the back rooms, your head lowered in shame as the eyes followed your every move to your damnation waiting for you in the manager’s office.

Your skin crawled as you felt his gaze roam your body up and down, before regaining his composure again. “You know how many complaints I have received this week just from you, (name)? How many orders you’ve messed up?”

You shook your head no in response, not trusting yourself to say anything reasonable at this point. He eyes you up and down again before scoffing at you rudely. “I only let you stay here to see that tight virgin body of yours roam around. It’s not like you’re even good at this kind of job.” He spat out, rolling his eyes. “Unfortunately for you, this is the end of the road for you here. Change out of your uniform and leave.”

“But s-”

“I said you’re FIRED. GET OUT.”

You sighed weakly, obeying your now ex-manager’s order and leaving the office. You ignored the eyes of everyone watching you exchange the too tight black jeans and green top uniform back to your white bohemian skirt and light blue top with your white jacket. Calmly, you packed your school bag and everything you owned with you and slung it over your shoulder, replacing the uniform back to the locker, dropping the key on top.

No one said goodbye to you as you left through the back door.

  THE walk back to your dorm was quiet.

By the time you managed to catch a bus after your walk of shame and get back to campus, almost everywhere was dark and deserted. Save for only the street lamps that were beginning to dim, everywhere else was darker than usual.

You had read that there was going to be a lunar eclipse tonight between the hours of 10pm - 12am. The time boldly written on the bus’ digital clock before you got down was 10:45pm, so you already assumed it was the cause of the unnatural darkness tonight.

A long time ago, things like this would have made you excited. You loved watching the stars when you were young, trying to check on the papers your father bought to see if there was any space news available. You remember borrowing your immediate elder brother’s binoculars as a makeshift telescope, trying to piece out the stars in the sky or see if you would catch a glimpse of the comet that was said to pass through that week.

Unfortunately, you were young and foolish. Wanting to impress your father, you told him all about your book of constellations that you drew up, detailing the first star that appeared every evening, down to your crazy childish theories about aliens and space.

“Can you show me the book?” your father had asked calmly. You should have known it was dangerous for your father to be this calm, but you were too blinded by excitement to think and you gave him the book, a bright smile on your face.

Your smile fell as his large hands ripped your book into shreds, before telling you “women don’t dream.”

Maybe that was the day you stopped loving your father. You were so young and impressionable, all you wanted was for him to be proud of you, like he was with his sons. Now, you can’t even look at the stars.

The memory leaves a bitter taste in your mouth and you try to shake it off as you continue on the path.

You wondered what grievous sin you’ve committed to be so down on your luck like this.

You passed by Emma’s dorm building, another sigh escaped your lips. She told you that Draken wanted to take her out for dinner tonight, which shocked you because friends with benefits - according to what Emma herself told you- don’t go on dates or do lovey dovey stuff with each other, to avoid complicated feelings from budding.

Then again, their relationship is based on the fact that they both have feelings for each other, but Draken was not interested in a relationship.

It was already complicated before it began.

Your eyes darted up to her window, hoping her lights were on. Whenever she was alone, Emma hated sleeping in the dark. She said it reminded her of the times her mother would lock her and Izana in a dark room whenever she brought her customers in. Anytime she was in a darkened room, she told you she could still hear the sound of her mother moaning and a man grunting. Izana would try his best to distract her, playing games or even stealing an earphone and plugging it to his own so that she would listen to music instead of what was going on.

A frown graced your lips when you saw two bodies from the curtain, one tall figure you recognize as Draken and Emma’s smaller dainty figure perched on him, kissing. You quickly averted your eyes and walked faster, ignoring the unfamiliar pang in your chest. Maybe you’re jealous because you needed your friend’s comfort right now and she wasn’t available.

‘She has her own life to live. And I have mine’ you muttered to yourself as you trudged along the path, slowly dragging your feet. ‘I have to stop being so dependent on her.’

Eventually, your thoughts drift back to your reoccurring dream. Losing your job made you realize that if you didn’t do anything about it, your tiredness would eventually catch up to you and ruin everything else you’ve worked for. With an important test scheduled for tomorrow, you knew you could not afford to take another loss this week. You had to power through your sleep tonight, even if it traumatized you.

‘Maybe I should pretend that I like it. Pretend it’s okay and enjoy it so that I won’t have to wake up.’ You shook your head, cursing as you drew closer to your own dorm building. ‘How far I’ve fallen. Look at me trying to enjoy a disgraceful act-’

You paused in your tracks at the sound of a leaf crushing. You quickly turned around, trying to ascertain who could be lurking there behind the bushes. Your palms started sweating, your nerves firing at the thought of being watched by someone or something.

Silence.

You decided to continue walking, assuming that maybe you were hearing things and there wasn’t anything at all. Night time always had a way of making you nervous, especially with all the horrible stories you heard about innocent women being attacked around these times. Besides, looking around for whatever may be lurking was a dumb idea.

You should just try to get out of here.

Still, the nervousness and unease you feel doesn’t leave you. Your heart rate became abnormal as you started walking faster, only for you to hear mismatched footsteps behind you.

‘Run.’

You sprinted away as fast as possible, not even bothering to look back to see what was chasing you. At this point, all that was important was for you to get into your dorm room as soon as possible, the fear of the unknown running down your spine.

Your lungs burned from having to sprint at full speed after not exercising for years now, your leg muscles aching but you dare not stop running from what might be behind you. A glimpse of light peeking through the cracks of your dorm house beckoned you to run even faster, until you reached the door.

Your heart rate picked up as you attempted to twist the door handle open, only for you to realize that it was locked early today -of all the times that the school took security seriously it just had to be now. After a few more frazzled and failed attempts, you started pounding on the doors and screaming for anyone to let you in. “Please! Open the door, I’m being chased! Help!” You screamed frantically, shaking the large doors with how hard your fists hit them. “Open the door-”

Unfortunately, your luck ran out and nobody answered you or said anything. You kept on screaming as footsteps approached you, slowing down as you harshly pounded on the door for someone, anyone to help you. Your cries became even more frantic, shouting for help anywhere, anyhow, fear taking over your rational senses.

‘God please, please, please save me, please please please’

A loud blood curdling scream rips out of your throat as arms around your waist and chest before dragging your body into the nearby bushes, discarding your bag on the floor. Your limbs flail around, trying to hit your attacker in any way so that they can release you, and you can run back to Emma’s dorm.

All it did was enraged them.

The person threw you on the ground, the grass and dirt harshly brushing against your face and body, dirtying your white skirt and jacket. You attempted to get up, only for someone to jump on top of you, pushing their weight onto you so that you can’t.

‘No. No. No-’

You reached up to the person’s chest, trying to shove them off your body, but they didn’t budge pushing themselves further onto you. You decided to use your long nails to scratch them, drawing three long lines on their cheek, anything that could distract them so that you can fight back.

“You bitch.”

Your world froze over the moment you recognized that voice, heartbeat almost stopping completely. Your eyes fearfully locked with his bloodshot purple ones staring right back at you, silver hair reflecting in the street light just a few steps ahead of you.

‘Izana-’

What did you even do to him? After the Mikey incident, you avoided the brothers like a plague, not wanting to piss them off or a repeat of what had happened. You even told Emma she should start talking to them, so why was this happening to you?

Before you could scream, his fist came in contact with your face. The pain was unbearable, black spots clouding your vision as you tried to make sense of what was happening. He hit you again, this time on your jaw, forcing you to bite your tongue so hard it bled.

“This is what bitches like you deserve. This is what you get when you don’t stay in your fucking lane.” he spat out, slapping you across the face hard, your eyes rolled back and blacked out for a second, only for him to keep beating you up, emphasizing on each syllable with a violent slap. “Everything was fine until you came. You evil little bitch. You ruined everything!”

Tan hands found purchase around your neck, both pressing down until your air supply was cut off. Panic filled your gut the moment you looked at his face once again, eyes blown out wide, teeth gritted against each other so hard, it could crack. His face twisted grotesque with how hard he was looking at you, white dust scattered around his nostrils. You reached out to his hands, clawing and scratching at them until you drew blood, kicking your legs so that he’ll become unbalanced and loosen his grip.

It was as if he was immune to pain. Nothing you did worked.

“I’m going to kill you.” He hissed slowly, bending his face towards yours until his hot breath hit your skin. “I’m going to kill you and send your dead body to Emma. Nothing will EVER come between me and her. I’ll kill anyone that comes between us!”

‘God. God. God’

You watched as his lips curled up into a smile at the frightened look on your face when you realized how serious his threat was. Your nails dug harder into his skin, tears rolling down your face as you fought for your life. You didn’t want to die. Not like this. Alone, terrified, in the hands of a crazed man and his vice-like grip forcing you to stay in place.

Izana loved every second of it. Watching you tremble in fear as you fought back was nothing short of priceless. Sure he was holding back majorly because this was a lesson, but watching you beg for your life whilst fighting him has his blood rushing down to a particular place.

Eventually all your fight gave way to fear of death. You didn’t know when you started begging for your life, until your lightheaded brain began to register that the garbled, choked and broken pleas and apologies were coming from you.

“I’m s-orry, i’m so-orry- s-orry-”

You don’t know how long you’ve begged, waiting for death to take you while your body writhes in agony. Your eyes glance up to the moonless sky, memories of your younger self flashing before your very eyes, staring at the stars with wonder, dreaming of being amongst them. Your head feels light, your eyes unfocused and body turning cold-

Your eyes shot open the moment his hands left your neck. Instantly, you’re gulping for air, coughing and sputtering as he sits on top of you, his hands on either side of your head. Izana scrutinized you under his watchful gaze, eyes drinking in the sight of your mascara running down your bloodied face, glossed lips parted open for him, taking in air.

You’re so… weak and powerless underneath him, unable to do anything and yet you fought for your life, knowing you would lose to him.

That rawness of fear that acted up as your life flashed before your very eyes shifted something in him. You’re just a weak girl. A weak, vulnerable little girl who thinks she has a bark that he can do whatever he wants to her.

He almost cannot believe the boner growing in his pants right now. He’s never felt this way for you. Meek girls were always so boring to him and yet he wants to fuck you. He wants to claim you as his own personal toy only he can play with.

The familiar thrill, once again. He’s feeling it with you.

You’re still coughing and sputtering as you lay on the ground when Izana mindlessly gets off you. He’s conflicted within himself, wondering if he should leave you for another time or relieve himself there and then. There’s just something so sexy to him about your helpless body at his mercy, he could decide if he wanted to take you here and you would never be able to fight back.

His eyes flickered to your open mouth. That will do.

“Get on your knees.”

Not wanting to take another chance at life, you obeyed instantly ignoring your body aches as you kneel in front of him. Your mouth goes dry when you hear the clinking of his belt and his zipper go down. He moves closer to you until his crotch is right next to your face, shuffling his boxers until his cock springs out, slapping your cheek hard before resting his tip on your lips.

No.

Not again. You can’t go through this again. You already have nightmares of Mikey raping you, you didn’t need Izana there too. 

“Please, I don’t want-”

“Open your mouth.”

You gulped, forcing your eyes closed as your lips parted, opening it for him just enough for his cock to enter. “Izana, please. I’ve never done this before. Please don’t make me do this. Pleas-” you tried to beg, but Izana did not care, rubbing his shaft with pre leaking from his tip.

“Unless you want me to kill you, keep it open.”

A hand reached behind your head ignoring your protests holding it in place as his cock forced its way into your oral orifice, hitting the back of your throat with a loud groan of pleasure escaping his lips. Your gag reflex acted instantly, making you want to pull away but his hand was too strong, forcing you to stay put and take his cock.

Izana wasted no time, his hips rolling his cock inside your wet mouth at a brutal pace. Strings of curses left his lips with each thrust, relishing in the euphoric pleasure of riding your face, fucking into your pretty little mouth. The hot tears rolling down your cheeks, spittle pouring from your lips and the vibrations of your gagging nearly drove him mad.

Why hadn’t he done this earlier?

“That’s it -fuck- you little slut.” Izana hissed, each thrust into your mouth making a loud, wet pornographic noise. “This is -ahn shitshitshit- what you’re good f-for.” He groaned, his hips thrusting faster into your mouth. “Ahn, ahn ugh- f-fuck, s-should h-have fuck-ked you a-at that party ahn-”

You felt dizzy as he continued assaulting your mouth for his pleasure. Dark spots began to gather around your vision as he increased his pace, choking hard on his fat dick with each roll. Your knees ache from digging into the ground hard, your fingers buried in the sand as he fucked your mouth with reckless abandon.

You don’t think you can stay awake anymore. Your head hurts from how hard his grip is. Your throat hurts, your knees hurt, your head feels like you’re floating with how you’re not breathing properly.

You don’t feel good. It hurts so much but you can’t fight back.

“That’s it- ahn ugh fuckfuck-” he quickened his pace to speed up the process of his orgasm. Makoto had only given him three hours, and he is sure they’re almost up. “Yeah, this mouth is for me! Only for me-ahn ahn- you’re my fucking tight slut. Mineminemin- ah-”

Izana thrusted deep into your mouth thrice before cumming hard, pushing his bitter cum down your throat with a low groan, his purple eyes rolling to the back of his head. At the same time, your body instantly gave out, going limp in his hold as his cock slid out of your mouth, falling on the grassy ground with a dull thud.

He adjusted himself again, tucking his now flaccid cock in his pants and wearing them properly. Izana gave you one last look, glancing at your unconscious body before laughing to himself, kicking your shivering form out of his way as he started his journey back to the Tenjiku house.

“Perhaps Mikey was right. You have some use.”

Bonus scene:

LOVE hated mornings.

Groaning at the fact that she had woken up so early in the morning - 5am to be exact, when her first class was by 2pm, the gyaru tried going back to sleep.

After tossing and turning underneath her blanket, the girl huffed, pushing herself off the bed until her feet touched the ground. Running her hand through her blond hair, she sluggishly walked towards the door, careful not to wake her roommate up.

“Maybe I should get some air, I’m sure it’ll help me sleep back.”

The girl found herself trudging out of the dorms, pushing the door open for her to leave. Not even two steps out of the dorms, Love tripped on something, falling face first on the mahogany floors.

“Ouch!” she hissed, grimacing as she sat up, rubbing her nose. “I just got this nose job done. What gives-”

She stopped short on seeing a blue bag with books scattered everywhere. Her hand reached out to one of them with a name written on it.

“(name) (last name)?” She read it to herself, scoffing the moment she recognized who it was. “That girl always follows the Sano girl like a lost pup. Tch. What’s her stuff even doing out here?”

Deciding not to care about the bag, she dropped the book back and stood up. “Whatever, I’m going on my walk.” She shrugged, walking away from the building to the empty roads. The morning breeze danced on her skin, playing with tendrils of her bleached hair as she walked.

Despite the peaceful aura, Love couldn’t feel at peace with herself. A sense of nervousness crept upon her as she walked, as if there was something wrong. Come to think of it, maybe she shouldn’t have left your bag just like that. It was strange to see your stuff left on the porch.

Unless.

Love didn’t know why her feet started taking her to the hedge just across her dorm building. She was always told that from her young age, she had a heightened sense of danger and as of now, she didn’t doubt that something was wrong.

“Alright. Let’s see what’s going on.” She breathed out, opening the hedge completely.

Her stomach dropped the second she caught sight of a white skirt dirtied in the sand. Quickly, the gyaru ran over to where your body laid and stopped, gasping at the extent of the damage done to your face and neck. She knelt over, picking your unconscious body onto her lap. Her fingers checked for a pulse, realizing how weak it was against your cold skin.

“Oh no, no.” Her voice trembled, throwing off her comfy jacket and wrapping it around you to warm you up. “This isn’t right-”

As her fingers started to dial the emergency number, she wondered what you could have done to deserve this. Yes you followed Emma around, but you were a good girl who hasn’t done anyone harm. Love had always seen you as too sweet, so whoever did this to you was evil.

“Please, stay with me, (name). Stay with me.”

The line finally went through and an operator spoke. “911, what’s your emergency?”

“A girl… a girl was attacked, please hurry, her pulse is weak.”

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monica's after note: honestly, after everything that has happened to me last week, I debated if I should put this chapter out or just give up on the project completely. the only reason i put it out is because i made a promise to myself to finish this series this year and i already have the skeletal work drafted out.

please it doesn't take anything for any of you to be respectful to me and yourselves. if you're angry that an author is delaying posting a chapter a few weeks always remember that we are real people, with real lives. the bigoted and racist comments i got last week should be the first and last i should ever see on my account. you saw that i made due with my threat and posted this as i said i would. if you wish to send anon asks, i apologize but they are off permanently. this is also due to the misbehaviour of a certain individual that caused this. do not also go to my mutual's inbox and start talking about me.

to everyone who supported me and sent me support throughout that difficult period of my time on here, thank you very much. you inspired me to keep going and really did not taint my image on this fic. i pray each one of you finds help in the day of your trouble. y'all are real ones.

on a lighter note, i'm pretty salty no one got my haruchiyo reference in the first chapter 'laugh haruchiyo' 'smile (name)' like cmon 😭😭😭 it was THAT obvious /j

edit: please comments and reblogs are highly appreciated. Forgot to add this.

[maddyguru]

thinking about satoru raping his little sister in the middle of the night while their parents is away from town.

the few days while your parents is gone, satoru kept it nonchalant with you, cooking you food, buying clothes for you and stuff then to requesting watching "movies" w you.

he would set up the tv and let you watch a incest porn, making you think that its okay to fuck with your brother <3 he would corrupt that naive mind of yours and make you his cumdump.

satoru started making his moves on you by putting hands on your thighs and rubbing it sensually while you watch the porn, it made you wet, underwear glistening with juices as he touch your wet, tight pussy.

oh how he loved breaking your mind everyday by fucking his thick cock inside his sweet, little sister's tight hole. he was slowly making you reliant on him and need him and only him.

he would sneak into your room while you were sleeping and gets hard that your body was so arousing, then you were suddenly awoken by grunts and a mix of pain and pleasure when you saw satoru-nii fucking your pussy while you were sleeping.

after multiple sexual intercourse, you thought that its normal and letting your satoru-nii everytime and everywhere he wants, the kitchen top, the table on the living room, hell even next to the front of the door, making it more dangerous since anyone can knock and get in.

god do he loves his little sister's cunt so much that he breeds you until your stomach was bloating with full of his cum, he would often degrade you, calling you, 'my little slut, my pretty cumdump, ' etc.

it was so fun seeing how your eyes roll in the back of your head while you squirt uncontrollably after multiple orgasms on his tongue, keeping your thighs firm on his hold.

it'll be a few weeks once your parents come back, and he was thinking of introducing suguru to you and 'share' you with him.

hmhmfjdb i love satoru sm <333 i had fun writing this, i might come and write more degen thoughts on ur ask box 🤭

DAMN.

I'm not really a fan of gojo but this one really slaps. I re read it a lot, i appreciate your effort in writing this in my ask, don't be shy WRITE THEM MORE SKKSKSKS.

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

(Dark! LC)

Pairing: Dark Luke Castellan x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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Female reader

WARNINGS: Noncon (anal).

AN: Anon, I'm sorry, I accidentaly deleted your ask but here it is :) hope you like it.

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Thinking about a Luke who’s fucking you in missionary, hitting it from the back with a nice, steady pace. His hips rutting against your naked ass as he punctures mouth-dropping thrusts into your tender pussy.

One of his hands anchored in the creaking bed to support his weight while the other one is intertwined with your messy hair, pushing your head back to the pillow in hopes of hushing your moans.

You feel good - borderline euphoric - as the peak is just around the corner, and you groan, biting down the soft fabric of the pillow, barely able to breathe properly with how hard Luke is pushing your head into it yet you can’t bring yourself to care.

Not when a glorious, overwhelming orgasm is about to be delivered. 

But then Luke’s movements get incoherent, almost hesitant, until he pulls out, leaving you confused and aching for your release. 

And then you feel it.

His cock sliding against your drenched hole and you moan, but all warmth in your core freezes when his member enters the wrong hole. 

Your writhing and muffled pleas are completely ignored. You’re not even sure if Luke is aware of his mistake as he keeps breaching the painfully tight and dry entrance, pushing himself ahead until it bottoms.

It hurts. Really badly.

Hurts even more as he starts slowly rocking his hips, not even paying attention to your attempts to push him off of you.

Luke is stronger, caging you against the bed as he fucks you gently till he gets what he wants while you end up with a unsatisfied pussy and a extremely sore butthole. 

Luke immediatly pulls the “I’m-so-sorry-it-was-an-accident” act, cleaning your tears and cuddling you afterwards, pretending as if it was really an accident but in reality, he definitely knows what he was doing.

[siscon-stsg]

Thinking about geto after killing his parents and then non cons his Non-Sorcerer reader instead and found out she's a virgin 🙂🙂🙂 (im not ok it's literally so hot)

(CW: incest, NON/CON, rough sex, loss of virginity (and not tenderly), hair pulling, mentions of spanking and choking, creampie)

if i told you this is LITERALLY the scenario that got me deep into BIGBRO!SUGU fantasies??? (and i have a whole ass oc made for this exact reason ohhoohho)

BIGBRO!SUGU who loves you and hates you too much to just kill you like your monkey parents. 🩷 because it'd be too easy! and maybe, just maybe, the fact he doesn't hate you as much makes him even more mad. so he decides to give you a fate worse than death. or a better one?

BIGBRO!SUGU who fucks you like an animal, ramming into your virgin little pussy. the thought that it was him who took your first time makes him feral. his cock starts talking instead of his brain and he's already imagining he'd keep you in the new world he's making; if anything to show you your place beneath him time and time again, with his balls slapping your cunny and his fat leaky tip kissing your cervix.

“at leas' 's me and not one of th'se stupid m'nkeys, r'ght sis?” he'd hiss between gritted teeth, flattening your torso into the bloody floor with all his strength; one hand sprawled between your shoulder blades, the other gripping your hair by the scalp and pushing your head down. it hurts, but it's hard to focus on that with the slam slam slam of his strong hips battering your bouncy ass into submission. maybe he'd spank you all red, leave his fingerprints on that weak little neck.

BIGBRO!SUGU who is stupidly obsessed with the whites and reds leaking out of your hole, and he can't think of anything but filling you up over and over again. 🩷

[ghxstic]

⸝⸝ — SLEEPY? DON'T WORRY, I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU.

⸝⸝ A/N :: requested by a lovely mutual of mine that i love sm ! !

⸝⸝ SYNOPSIS :: you should've listen to chrollo, you should've given him what he wanted, maybe if you complied before he wouldn't have go take this course of action.

⸝⸝ TW :: non-con, somnophilia, drugging, breeding, non-consensual touching, mean! chrollo, etc etc.

⸝⸝ TAGLIST :: @devmimi @luvbladez @fatenpara @zannivrs

the criminal stood by the side of your bed, his hands hidden in the pockets of his large leather jacket. the room was dark, the only light that came through was the light that peeked through under the door. you were dead asleep, it was a pretty sight, a normal person would assume that you had been terribly tired, maybe a hard day at work that left you drained. but chrollo knew the truth.

you weren't sleeping by your own will, he was the one that laced your drink after all, giving you a heavy dose of a sleeping powder, now he had you all to himself just as he intended.

chrollo watched you, a small smile on his lips, oh what a beautiful treasure. 

he slipped onto the bed with you, the mattress making a slight creak as his weight was added, he made sure to remove his jacket, too, letting it fall on the ground. now, he rested shirtless beside you, his gaze still focused on you, admiring you and your beauty. one large palm moved to your face, his fingers gently moving some hair away from your face. he hummed, your face looked so soft, so peaceful, oh if you knew what he had planned. 

"it's upsetting how difficult you are, i wouldn't be needing to do this." chrollo noted, he pushed the blanket off your unconscious body, his eyes taking in your position, you were on your side, he gently pushed you on your back.

chrollo was a bad guy. he was a criminal, a thief, a murderer, a horrible human being. he has done countless horrid acts without an ounce of guilt or despair, yet when it comes to you, it's different. you've made him feel new, different, his chest ached for you, yet you refused his advances without regret or care, how cruel could you be? but chrollo isn't the one to back down, he doesn't take no for an answer, if he wants something, he will take it. 

you were no exception. 

his muscular body towered over yours, both of his hands resting beside you, holding himself up with no issue. he wished he didn't have to do it like this, truly, he wished for you to be awake, to be the one moaning his name, not to be unconscious. 

he straddled your hips, his hands pushing your shirt up, slowly exposing your skin, your breasts were exposed now, the coolness of the room making your nipples perk, chrollo's hands enveloped your chest, fondling them, his fingers gently rubbing your nipples. how perverted, but you wouldn't expect any less from a twisted man like him.

his hands then slipped past your abdomen to your pants, his fingers hooked on the waistline before they got tugged off. 

He discarded your pants as well as your underwear with ease, now fully bare, you just laid there, breathing softly, unaware of chrollo's mistreatments. 

chrollo took a hold of your legs, gently spreading them apart so he could rest in between them, his gaze fell on your cunt. the sight making electricity shoot down to his groin. 

his fingers slipped between your folds, fingertips spreading them apart, he hummed in admiration before leaning down, his face now being closer to your cunt, chrollo pressed the flat of his tongue by your hole, then he licked up your cunt slowly, savoring your taste. once his tongue reached your clit he made sure to spit on your cunt after giving your clit a few sucks and licks. 

your body had tensed slightly at the feeling, but other than that you remained unconscious. 

chrollo straightened his back, his hands working to unbutton his pants, a growing bulge was obviously present. chrollo slipped his pants down, kicking them off with ease. in his calloused hand, he gripped his thick shaft, gently jerking his cock off. letting it fully harden in his hand. he squeezed his shaft, letting his thumb press on the tip, pre-cum coating the head. in a swift movement, he spat on his cock, coating his shaft with his saliva, once his skin was slick with saliva to fill in as makeshift lube, chrollo didn't take too long to press the tip of his cock on your hole. 

he aligned himself nicely, his gaze moved to your face, still perfectly unconscious with that soft look on your pretty face. it was nice being on top of you and not having you sobbing for once. though, you did look pretty when you cried. 

chrollo pushed his hips in, his cock stretched out your walls, a shudder left his lips as your walls wrapped around him, so tight, so suffocating. he pressed his body against yours, bathing in your warmth, his face nuzzled against the crook of your neck, kissing your skin, he didn't care about marking you. his mouth sucked on your soft skin, making sure to leave deep purple bruises on your skin.

his hands held your hips, slowly caressing your body up and down. 

chrollo moved his hips back before pushing back down, a repeated motion, over and over. 

at first he tried to keep his speed normal, not too slow, but not too fast either. a little voice in the back of his head telling that if he went too rough on your fragile body you'd wake up and throw a fit. something he didn't want to deal with. 

but, that little voice in the back of his head was quick to disappear, the clench of your walls made his need grow, your pretty pussy milking his cock, your own slick coating his cock nicely. as his thrusts got harder, small whimpers and sighs left your lips, they were soft, but hearing them made chrollo groan. he pulled back from your neck, pleased with the multiple noises that slipped past your lips. 

look at you, enjoying how his cock abused your cunt, seems like all those times you cried and sobbed, trying to push him off were all just a lie. how cute. 

he didn't know his little treasure was just a whore in disguise. 

you weren't the only one making noise, occasional groans slipped past chrollo's lips. your cunt was too good, it was like a drug, conscious or not. 

the clutches and flutters of your walls made his cock twitch, his balls aching to cum, the primal urge to breed you, not in a familiar sense, but in a possession sense, he wanted to mark you in every single sense. the greed to have you all to himself being prominent here. 

his eyes shut, his hands gripping the bedsheets to stay up, his hips starting to move sloppily, needy to cum, his balls feeling heavy. he doesn't remember the last time he got his way with you like this, maybe if you would've been more lenient and grateful he wouldn't have spiked your drink. he has been holding himself back from fucking you like this so you would warm up to him, but seeing how did you didn't change, neither did he. 

but what he didn't expect was your body to tense and your walls to clamp around him as your slick coated his cock. a small mewl left your lips, your hips gently rolling up against him. did you just cum? holy shit. yes you did. 

the way your walls fluttered around him as your body relaxed from your climax made him go mad. 

chrollo's hips kept slamming down against yours, over and over, sloppy and messy. his balls slapping against your skin, his climax was so close it was painful, but after a few more needy thrusts he came, hard. 

a husky groan left his lips, as well as a string of small curses, his cock emptying inside you, leaving you a stuffed and nicely bred. 

after his thick cum coated your walls, he slid out, savoring the last of your walls before he was fully out. his cock softening nicely. 

chrollo didn't care to clean you up, he wanted for you to wake up all sticky, he didn't care about the distress it could cause, besides, you came on his cock so nicely, he wanted to keep you messy as memorabilia. 

standing up, the criminal just walked to the restroom, going to clean himself up, while leaving you there bare and cold. 

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[uchispeach]

Happy House (part 2)

Pairing: Singh! Reader x Dark! Rafe Cameron

➥ Warnings: NON-CON touching (somnophilia), violence, obsessive & manipulative behavior, death, naive! reader…

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The tiles were aligned with a remarkable precision -that was something you learned from the excruciating time you had been staring at the floor-.

Rafe had trusted you enough to complain about the whole situation. And you were feeling quite ashamed by your father’s behavior.

Luring an innocent person with false promises and then kidnapping them was a new low for Singh.

So you simply kept your head low as you felt a weight pulling the mattress down. You had been sitting there for a whole minute, simply playing with your fingers.

“I’ll talk to him” You turned your head to the side, shy eyes locking in with Rafe’s blue ones. He let out a playful scoff, completely dismissing the idea.

“He won’t let me go. That’d be reckless” He seemed to be really secure, and you recognized his view was probably realistic.

“Still, it’s worth the try” You raised your shoulders.

The Cameron boy continued looking upfront, his facial features were undeniably remarked by the moonlight

“Hey. You’re hurt” You pointed out the dried blood on his knuckles.

“It’s not mine” He shrugged you off. “They look inflamed” You insisted at the noticeable bumps on his rough fingers.

The blond continued to ignore you, so you took his hand, standing up while giving him a light tug.

“Come with me. There’s a first aid kit in the bathroom” You pulled again, this time slightly harder. Still, you were conscious that no matter how much force you put into it, the blond wasn’t going to budge unless he wanted to.

You shook him again, making sure to be delicate. This time he gave up, lazily standing up as he eyed you down.

He allowed you to guide him into the reduced space, leaning on the sink.

You struggled to reach the last cabinet, your arm completely stretched when you felt an unknown heat on your back. Big palm squeezed your side as hard muscles rubbed against the thin fabric of your nightgown.

“There” He groggily whispered into your ear, hotness making you feel ticklish. He finally reached for the red bag, leaving it right on your hands.

“Thanks” You said back, leaning on him as you turned your head around. He simply rubbed your waist before stepping back.

A soaked cotton cloth laid between your small palm while you examined the state of his injuries. One small cut here and there and some inflammation was all you could see, still the red on them was abundant.

Rafe noticed your face turning into a scowl at the metallic smell, making him smirk in a wolfish way. “Are you scared of a little blood, princess?”

“No” You gulped, massaging one of them with the cloth. Your movements were soft and careful, a real contrast to his.

He simply chuckled, chest rumbling in reaction to your cute ways.

His hands were almost completely clean, and as you wiped away some residue from a thick ring, you couldn’t help but notice the detail to it.

“It’s pretty” You pointed out. Rafe focused on the piece of silver, grimacing a bit on the memories it brought to him. “That’s a family ring” His response came out with some roughness to it.

“Well, it’s gorgeous” You continued your task, not really facing him. “My dad gave it to me. That’s when I knew he finally saw me as a real man.” There was a hint of proudness in his tone, and that made you smile.

“He must be really proud” Your eyes finally locked with his sharp ones. He dryly hummed at your words. “Having such a proactive son.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, looking puzzled. “You barely know me” He let out with no softness to it, “But I can tell you’re no quitter…and you’re brave” You smiled lightheartedly.

The Cameron boy was amused, never in his life has he heard such words directed his way. He felt weird, a new sensation making its way on the pit of his stomach.

(…)

“Don’t” Your hand wrapped around Rafe’s wrist. He was taken aback, surprised by your sudden eagerness “Sleep here” You said in a shy tone.

The mattress was huge and soft, unlike the dusty rug lying on the floor. “I mean, you must be tired and- I just-” You stumbled upon your words, afraid of being too pushy.

The dirty blond seemed unfazed as he simply pulled the covers down and plopped himself on the bed, completely comfortable with your suggestion.

The heat exuding from his hefty body was enough to get you nervous, not really used to sharing your sleep with someone else, less with someone as imponent as the blond.

Now, with your palm holding your head as you saw him uninterestedly lying on his back, you couldn’t help but feel the need of reassuring him. “They’ll let you go in no time” You weren’t sure why you said that, knowing it was probably a lie.

His eyes darkened, no real expression on his stoic face. You got the hint, not wanting to push his bottons, you got on your side -facing the opposite wall-.

And as you wished him a good night, you couldn’t avoid the sensation of being overly exposed. Still, with your nerves on peak, you were able to fall asleep in a decent amount of time.

Contrary to you, the Cameron boy was wide awake, senses thrilled as he heard your peaceful breathing. Quiet snores left you as you laid in obliviousness.

Rafe didn’t know why, but it gave him some sort of satisfaction to see you so defenseless; making him feel as if your vulnerability was exclusive to him.

The way in which your nightdress’ strap slightly slid down your shoulder was driving him insane. So much flesh on display that he felt the need to bite onto it, just to get a taste of your softness.

He gave in not long after, positioning himself right behind you.

In such proximity he was able to get a good grip of your scent, so sweet and comforting that he got the urge of burying his nose on your silky hair.

Silk. You were pure silk; silky hair, silky skin, silky clothes and silky personality. Such a contrast to his rough edges.

Without much thought, he grabbed some strands between his rough fingers, getting them close to his nose, sniffing the fresh aroma. Then, he proceeded to rub two digits against the bare skin of your neck -going up and down, from the side of your ear to your clavicle-.

The strap got farther down, tempting the blond. He took the lead, playing with the line of fabric before pulling it.

He could see your breasts slowly spilling out of the flimsy dress, noticing how they both got perky at the cold breeze.

Your mounds of flesh felt warm and doughy under his rough touch. He was careful to be delicate as he cupped one of them with his open palm. Still, in your sleepy face a frown formed.

You squirmed a little on your sleep, but that only seemed to encourage the blond to continue exploring.

Once his fingers reached your hardened nipples, a hoarse groan left his lips, hips bucking unintentionally against your soft ass.

He twisted them with contained fervor, as he felt himself hardening.

The white fabric pulled over your thighs as the blond continued to grind against your round buttocks, causing you to whimper under your breath. Rafe’s arm found its way between your thighs, hiked up skirt allowing him to massage the inner part of your legs.

Your warmth crawled all the way to his bones, covering him completely; making him want to hold you down until he consumed all of it.

He squeezed your inner thigh with frustration. Pants suffocation his desire for you. He couldn’t understand it, the boiling wish to see more of you, to taste more of you -just as if it was a need-. It was ridiculous how pent up he felt after barely touching you.

You unconsciously leaned onto him, riding up your dress and allowing some pink lace to peek under it. Rafe took the invitation; quickly, his fingertips were all over your clothed cunt. Running up and down as he felt you wriggling uncomfortably under his touch. His digits pressed harder against your underwear, creating a wet spot on it.

He smirked at that, rubbing circles over your entrance, feeling the wetness soak the fabric up.

The stimulation had you shaking so sweetly against him, breathing heavier than before as a melodic mewl reached his ears. His mouth was now on the side of your smaller face, rubbing against your puffy cheek as he heard you moaning at the friction his unrelenting fingers created.

And just as he was about to pull the piece of lace and cotton aside, he saw you slowly incorporating out of your sleep; limbs stretching and eyes opening. He backed up slowly, digits leaving your heat as he pretended to rest on his back.

Your wake up was abrupt, and the constant panting was a proof of it. Your eyes were wide open as you took in your surroundings.

The Cameron boy was deep in his own slumber and you felt yourself growing calmer. You went back to your previous position, doing your best to resume your rest.

The last thing you wanted to do was disturb the boy’s sleep.

(…)

Your heartbeat increased in less than a second, a choked scream was all you could let out as a strange hand pulled you back onto the mattress.

Your feet were already on the floor as you felt the grip of who you now recognized to be Rafe holding you down.

“Oh God” You turned to face him, your free hand on your chest as you looked into his sharp eyes.

You couldn’t help but cover your mouth as soon as you realized the loudness of your voice, suddenly scared of being heard by a passing guard.

“I’m sorry” you said in a muffled tone, looking like a frightened fawn.

His shirt had been lifted up by his sleepy moves, showing his toned torso. You embarrassingly looked away, waiting to be freed by his firm hold.

“Are the guards left?” He asked in a groggy voice, blinking aggressively as he incorporated on a sitting position. “Yes” you answered shyly “I should leave” you said even quieter.

At that, he only nodded, letting your sore wrist go as he looked intently at you.

While shutting the piece of wood behind you, you couldn’t ignore the burning sensation of Rafe’s intense gaze still following your every step.

(…)

“That’s ridiculous, Y/N” Your father scoffed, continuing to look through his investigation files without paying you much mind.

“But dad, we can not force him to stay here” You tried to talk some sense into him. “His family is probably waiting on him” Still, no response.

“How would you feel if I was the one being held back against my will?” Singh lifted up his view from the bunch of photos and documents.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, you insolent girl” His finger now pointed aggressively at you.

“A treasure that goes back hundreds of years in history will take commitment and sacrifice…This search is way beyond your understanding” Your father’s words were conclusive, harsh tone and harsher look thrown your way.

“But, what if he actually doesn’t have the diary” You pushed again, this time being more careful with your tone.

“The diary is the last piece of the puzzle. The only way to translate the directions to El Dorado…Do you really think he’ll be stupid enough to give it away just like that?” His brows furrowed together in exasperation while his digits massaged the space in between them.

“I-” You were interrupted by a loud bang on the table. The glass of scotch shook at the violent ways of your caregiver. “Enough with this nonsense…Get out of my office before I lose my temper!” He ordered in his warning voice, letting you know he wasn’t playing around.

“Yes, sir” You looked down while silently slipping out of the room, feeling quite hopeless.

(…)

The refined wood felt great under your fingertips, such a shame it wasn’t what you were expecting.

Sure, the dresser was exquisite, brought right from India and made by the most skilled hands of famous artisans. Still, it didn’t fulfill your expectations.

You weren’t too materialistic, you appreciated love and care. But your father wasn’t the best with the latter ones, so he preferred to surround you with luxury.

Your birthday wasn’t at all like you wanted it to be, with a hostage one floor away and your father too occupied with his gold hunt, you couldn’t help but feel down.

“Hey” You looked down at the air vent. “Rafe” You whispered in realization. Immediately, you kneeled, trying to get closer to where the sound of his raspy voice came from.

“What’s up? I saw Singh going away this afternoon” The blond sounded impatient.

“Yeah… He seemed really pissed off. Probably some trouble with business” You frowned tiredly at that.

“Fuck…this is driving me insane!” You could hear his harsh voice being accompanied by a hit to the wall.

You closed your eyes in shame. “He said he’s not letting you go unless you tell him where the diary is” You flinched at the second hit, thinking of how he was probably hurt from the impact.

“I already told y’all I don’t have no damn shitty journal!” Exasperation could be clearly heard in his tone.

The silence was loud for a couple seconds. You didn’t want to open your mouth only to enrage him more, as for himself, you were sure he wasn’t feeling chatty right now.

“Of course” He chuckled humorlessly, bitterness spilling out of his tone.

“That fucking bitch and his surf rat friends” He said in annoyed realization. “It’s everything alright?” You asked dumbly, unsure of every word.

“Hell no, your father has the wrong fucking guy!” You were confused at his outburst. “…Mmm” Your brows furrowed together.

“My damn sister and his criminal friends… they certainly deal with that kind of information” He spat out, the poison in his voice being undeniable.

“Alright… then, I’ll get you a phone and we’ll contact her and-” You were cut in the middle of your sentence by a mean sneer. “That’s not how it works, sweetheart” He said harshly. “My sister doesn’t give a shit about me.”

“But, I don’t get it…She’s your sister” Your puzzlement was amusing to the boy. “She should be able to help you” You insisted with a cute frown on your face.

“Oh, she’s able to…she just won’t” A feeling of disappointment washed over you. Feeling desperate at the lack of resources to help the Cameron boy.

“I’m sorry” You said in a pitiful tone. And Rafe didn’t get why, Why would you feel bad for him? “Stop apologizing” His tone was dry, tired words slipping out of his pink lips.

The silence made itself present again, this time filled with tension. You both stayed like that for an excruciating minute, contemplating what else was to be said.

Suddenly, a new worry clouded your mind. “Have you eaten anything yet?” Your legs started to cramp for being seated too long on the hard floor, still, you refused to step away from the ‘blond’s side’.

He chuckled once again, this time lightheartedly. “That’s the last of my concerns, right now.” He took it as a joke, not really paying it much mind.

“Well, it concerns me…You could faint or-or” You stumbled across your words, struggling to back your point up. His laugh echoed through the air vent, rumbling in your ears.

“Rafe. I’m being serious!” You pouted. Rafe couldn’t believe it, you were actually worrying your little head off for him -and for some selfish reason, he seemed to enjoy it-.

(…)

“Rafe” You whispered into the room, once again you had succeeded in sneaking in. And as you looked around the room, you joyfully added “I brought a board game…and snacks!”

You stood timidly against the door, wondering where the blond was. “Rafe!” You increased the sound of your voice, lowkey panicking at his absence.

“Ra-” You choked on your own words as you observed a tall figure stepping out of the bathroom. A cloud of steam followed right behind.

You felt yourself growing embarrassed as you saw the Cameron boy walking confidently out of what seemed to be the shower.

He was only wearing a towel, allowing the droplets of water to roam freely on his brawny body. He didn’t look ashamed at all as he stood next to the queen sized bed. “You took your sweet time” He said in what you could only describe to be a playful tone.

A plain T-shirt was lazily extended on the mattress and as he picked it up, a set of huge biceps revealed themselves.

Never in your life had you seen a body as hefty as his. Rafe continued to ignore your gaze, lazily putting on the piece of fabric. A glimpse of his toned torso was the last thing you saw as he completely covered his upper body.

“See something you like?” He finally faced you, a proud smirk on his lips as he looked at your astounded face. “No!” You were quick to answer, shaking slightly at the bold ask.

Your anxiousness only seemed to fuel the blond more. A mean grin decorating his face while he reached for the flimsy towel.

The towel hit the floor, revealing his underwear. A pair of designer boxers wrapped tightly against his big bulge.

You simply looked away, gripping the bag of homemade cookies a bit too hard. The Cameron boy laughed at your shyness. “What is all that for? Are we having a picnic?” His grin grew bigger.

“Well, I figured out you might be hungry and stressed out so…” You finally dared to look his way, relived to see he was finally wearing pants.

He only hummed in response, eyeing you up and down in your sleeping shorts and thin top.

“I’m sure you could take some of my worries away” You couldn’t decipher the look on his face as he said that.

You stayed on your place, waiting for the right moment to get closer.

“C’mere” He signaled you to join, and you did, sitting right beside him.

Now, face to face as you sat on the floor, you could see the water dripping from his dirty blond strands. Quickly, you reached out for him with his towel in hand, rubbing it slightly against his hair.

Rafe allowed you to massage his scalp, surprised at your caring touch. “There!” You reacted joyfully at the almost dry result.

And just as you were about to pull your hand away, the Cameron boy grabbed you roughly by the wrist. A soft whine escaped your lips at the rough grip.

The blond completely ignored your small protest, only tightening his hold as he stared deeply into your soul.

“You missed a spot” He finally talked, moving sideways to reveal some strands of untouched hair.

You complied immediately, repeating the process in order to satisfy the blond.

He only hummed once you were done, letting you know he was content with the result.

A few minutes were invested into debating which activity had the right to be first: eating or playing and given the hungry look on Rafe’s face, you both decided on the first.

Seeing him eat made you feel lighter, now without the weight of one concern over your shoulders. “I’m glad you liked them.” You smiled sheepishly at him.

“How could I not like anything that comes from you?” He expressed in between bites, you didn’t think much of it -considering it just to be an exaggerated compliment-.

And as you picked up the residues from the floor, a new sense of curiosity raised deep within you. “So, what’s your hometown like?”

(…)

“Kildare sounds pretty entertaining” You turned your head to the side, noticing how Rafe’s eyes were already on you. “Wish I could visit someday” You looked down, focusing on the way his fingers draw circles around your thigh.

“I bet you know a couple of impressive islands” He had a boyish smirk on his face. The fingertips on your skin tickled you in a nice way. “… I don’t know about that” Your eyebrows were slightly squeezed together.

The Cameron boy stayed silent, waiting for an explanation. “I’ve never really…left The Bahamas” Your frown grew bigger.

“My dad would never let me…” You continued, a tight knot forming on your throat at each word. “He says it’s safer here” Your eyes found his, as a pitiful look made its way onto your face.

“Well-” The sound of multiple vehicles approaching the property cut him off. Engines roared wildly before parking completely.

You heard the voices of a couple men, most of them whom you recognized to be your dad’s men, expect for one.

A guy protested in a shaky voice, putting up a fight. “Rafe, wait!” You reached out for the blond’s pants, pulling from them as you desperately tried to make him sit.

The curses became begs. That’s when you heard your dad with his condescending voice. “This is what happens when you don’t zip your mouth, Mr. Portis” He was furious, you could tell.

“Rafe!” You pulled again, trying your best to keep it together as you heard desperate screams coming from the adult man.

“Rafe, if my dad sees you-” You jumped, choked whimper escaping your throat.

A gun. A gun was fired. The screaming had ceased, only to be replaced by a sepulchral silence.

You sat frozen, eyes stinging heavily while you saw the Cameron boy looking straight onto the murder scene.

“We have to get the fuck outta here” His tone was stern.

Rafe remained stoic as he closed the blinds.

A/N: Let me know your thoughts on this one! 💭

[angelprinz]

Don't you love fantasising a man coming up behind you and starts groping you. Fucking taking me to a dark alley to rip off my panties,eat me out. Drugs me and bring me back to his house chained up to be fucked over and over by him~~ ❤️

yes!!! but on the other hand, rape is more likely to happen with someone you know. imagine your friend tartaglia, walking you home and taking a shortcut through a dark alleyway <3 you're scared so you cling to his arm and his grip is on your waist. once you're in a blind spot, he's cornering you in and forcefully kissing you. even if you push back and say no because he's just your friend, he's making your cunt dripping wet with his greedy hands, touching you all over - tartaglia can feel how needy you are and ignores your words, nipping your lip harshly and pushing you against the wall with your backside facing him. he'll tear off your panties after teasing your soaked clit through them, then bury his face in between your legs until your brain is all melted for him to take you home to keep drugged and addicted to him. can never be too trusting of your friends~

[kittyzu]

yoshida who — ࣪⭑

• forces you to cockwarm him when he’s busy studying.

• fucks you in front of your friends to remind them who you belong to. he absolutely doesn’t care about consent and will hold you down forcefully if he needs to.

• stalked you for months before he finally made his move. he paid some kid to try and rob you so he could swoop in and save you. + jokes on you because you fell for it

• makes you fuck denji. he has a soft spot for the shorter boy and wants him to enjoy himself. + no he doesn’t care if you cry, he loves it.

• fucks you while you’re sleeping. he can’t resist your pliant body and it’s not hai fault he’s so into you.

• follows you everywhere. he’s stealthy and good at hiding in plain sight. he doesn’t trust your friends so he keeps an eye on you.

• knows your entire schedule better than his own. he needs to keep what belongs to him close after all.

• would drug you if you weren’t in the mood. he’s getting his nut no matter what.

[sleazysquid]

Black Acres- Gyutaro X Reader

Word count: 4.2k

Tags/warnings: Dark content, absolute pure filth, reader is female, mild-moderate gore/violence (mostly to set the scene so not sexual), very mild blood play, themes of breath play, noncon-dubcon at the end, throatfucking, light dumbification, facial, absolutely no prep for sex, creampie, and last but not least Gyutaro smells bad and has an unwashed uncut cock

Here you are. Running for your life as a demon terrorizes the little corner of your village. You have no idea why this is happening to you, why here, why now? You’ve heard the stories of these creatures roaming the night looking for flesh, looking for blood to tide them over for the next night, the next day, who knows. You’ve always done your best to be home before dark but tonight, oh such a wretched night, you had to run important errands and the day slipped by you way too fast. You’d put off grabbing groceries for too long, and you knew in some way it’d come to bite you in the ass; you just didn’t know how severe the repercussions would be.

You’ve ran a safe distance away from what looks to be a female demon with a belt so strong it almost looks like it vaporizes people in an instant. With a tight grip on your cloth bag of food, you’re desperately trying to weave in and out of the sea of people running every direction. Your home is just around this corner, away from the denser areas of the village. You just have to get there, you’re five minutes away tops.. right? You’re stricken with fear as you make the blatant observation that you’re nearing closer and closer to another demon. He’s emaciated looking with matted black and green hair, his hip bones protruding in an obscure manner. Even at your distance from him, he reeks to the high heavens, and bears bloody sickles that could easily glide through your body with no issue. You freeze in place for a moment, eyes widening in terror as you realize he’s moving towards you, decimating the crowd that once blanketed you to hide between. One by one, people around you drop, blood speckling your face and drenching your ankles.

You shift your feet to begin running away but your reflexes aren’t up to par at all, especially not compared to this malevolent spirit. There’s bodies that have piled around you that make it hard to maneuver around; but if you don’t get out of there fast, you might be the only target left to slaughter. Your legs feel an aching burn as your body pushes itself beyond its limits desperately trying to flee from this blood thirsty monster. It’s just your luck, as your heel digs into a corpse, causing you to trip and fall hard on the stone walkway. Your vision darkens momentarily before coming to, palms grinding into the stone attempting to pick yourself back up before ultimately being pushed back down with what feels like a foot to your back.

Your head rises, indecisive palms scrambling to either pick yourself up or drag you to temporary shelter. Once again, a force strikes you back down. You cock your head in an attempt to look back, but you’re met with the taunting tip of a weapon, more specifically, his sickle. He drags the weapon lightly across the back of your neck, pressing it in ever so slightly to draw blood. Just my luck, just my luck... with gritted teeth, the words repeat in your head as your last sermon. A large hand grips your scalp, almost engulfing your entire head, lifting up and forcing you to observe the fresh massacre in front of you. A warm, wet sensation pricks at your neck as he laps up the blood that lightly trickled down your neck. A shiver sparks up your spine, you instinctively bite your lip to curb the oncoming shriek would escape your lips. You resist giving him what he wants but he can very much feel you trembling in terror.

His light laughter bellows into a high pitched cackle as he lightly mounts you, sharp nails burrowing into your scalp.

“Take a good look around. You’re the only one left alive! That has to feel special, right?”

“Please...” you sob

“Please? Please what? Spare you?” He taunts with a shrill giggle; but a sinister thought, something he’s never quite tried before, possesses his mind, lips now hovering over shell of your ear “You know, I think I’ll hold onto that thought but first... I’ve never really gotten the chance to even be this close to such a pretty thing like you. At least, not in this way... All those years wandering the entertainment district with my sister... it gets tiring not being able to touch let alone look in such a woman’s direction.”

He rises to his feet, dragging you by the scalp to an all too convenient alleyway in between buildings that have yet to crumble. He slams your head back against the wall, earning a choked sob of pain from you as you’re confined between the wall and his skeletal hips. Tears that run hot down your face are now faintly wiped away by the callouses of his thumbs.

“Awwwh, don’t look so glum. I normally hate it when humans cry but I think you’ve won quite a lottery today, miss.” He coos, lightly pressing his groin against you.

He’s deceptively soft to you for the moment but it doesn’t last long when long bony fingers begin pinching and prodding at your cheek, forcing your mouth open for their entry as they snake their way past your teeth and glide along your tongue. You recoil and gag on the taste of his fingers alone, swatting his hand away.

“Gyutarooooo!! Come on, let’s get out of here!” A shrill female voice calls out.

There’s a shred of hope in you that maybe help is just around the corner, “Help!! Help me please! This... thing is gonna kill me!”

There’s a moment of pause between her reply and yours, “That better be your last victim or I’m leaving without you, brother.” The voice groans as you hear the click of her heels turn and walk away.

Your stomach drops when you come to the full realization that you’re entirely at this man’s mercy. You have no idea whether or not he’s going to keep his word, what he’ll do to you, if maybe he might take a few limbs and leave you to die. The possibilities weigh heavy on you, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You might not ever make it out of here. Your neighbors, everyone you made friends with here in this quiet little town, snuffed out in an instant by this vile monster who now has a name to his wretched face.

Your racing mind and sobbing hiccups come to a halt as Gyutaro’s skeletal hand swiftly wraps around your neck, nails digging harshly with the full intention of crushing your windpipe if he holds on for just a minute longer. The demon pulls you upward so that his sickly colored eyes pierce into your own, the dark blotches that litter his face contort with his expression as he hisses out, “I wouldn’t do that again if I were you. After all I just decided you might live if you play along.”

Play along? What exactly does he have planned for you? What kind of sick demonic games will he enact upon you? Your brain buzzes with more questions.

The lack of oxygen starts to blur your vision, it’s getting harder to breathe, a high pitch ringing drowns out his short monologue, weak hands clawing and pulling at his forearms in a desperate attempt for air. The very moment before you hit your limit, his grip softens, maneuvering to hold your jaw in place to steal a rough kiss that ends with a rough lap of foreign saliva that now coats your lips. With dazed eyes full of lust and a contorted smile, he plants harsh, skin-breaking bites down your neck; carefully suckling and kissing at any blood that escapes. The consistent mixture of pain and discomfort followed by light stokes of pleasure have you at a sore disadvantage as your carnal needs nag at you, sending any bit of dopamine it can scrounge up straight to your core. Gyutaro hungrily tugs off your garments and any remaining dignity you’ve had left up until this point.

Half-lidded irises drink up your form and the way the moonlight gives your skin a slight fuzzy glow. Gyutaro’s lips ghost from the nape of your neck all the way down to the top of your chest. His hands tremble when cupping your breasts, eagerly kneading both in a rough and lightly painful manner. A long, slender tongue slithers out of his mouth to lap harsh circles around the bud, earning goosebumps and hesitant gasps as your nails dig into your thighs to cope with such an intrusion. Slowly, Gyutaro introduces his teeth in conjunction to the light sucking, grazing lightly and getting bolder with an eventual teasing nibble; it’s enough to garner a light groan in response, you can feel as he smiles against your skin, yellow eyes looking straight up at you. It makes him melt to feel your body tremble and writhe against his clumsy touches, the look of conflicted fear is enough to encourage him to push further, to explore your body in more intrusive ways.

Gyutaro traces his lips from your torso all the way back up to meet yours. With a wavering hushed voice, he commands you, “Down on your knees.” Your eyes water as the haze of human flesh from his breath violates your sense of smell. You’re a quick learner, he’s come to find when you slide slowly down the grimy wall of the alleyway, maintaining eye contact. What’s life or death to you, is considered a cheap thrill to him. You have no idea whether or not he’s going to actually keep his word to you but if these are your last moments on earth, maybe you might as well get a little more comfortable with his presence; even if it’s just to ease the pain of everything by a minuscule amount. His loose fitting pants don’t give you any indication of how hard or endowed he actually is underneath.

There’s a moment of stillness where the both of you look at each other in desperation for such opposing reasons. Desire and survival intertwine and meet at the hem of his trousers; at the expense of gently pushing your head against the fabric, he savors this moment while he can. Your nostrils burn from the rotting stench of his natural decay as you attempt to pull your head away, but a strong clutch on your head keeps you pinned against his crotch, the fabric muffling your coughs and light groans as he lazily dry humps your face. The sense of pure humiliation lulls your mind into a dull-ish state, feeble efforts of attempting to break free of his grasp are useless. You’re relieved and met with fresh air as his efforts to tease himself prove to be boring. You’re now aware that these little moments of peace are nothing but the foreshadowing of something much more sinister. Gyutaro hooks at the trim of his garments and pulls down to reveal his cock. It lightly taps against his lower abdomen as it springs free, glistening and soaked with precum that doesn’t seem to stop beading down the long, uncut monstrous shaft.

The sheer size and width to it is enough to naturally widen your eyes and give off more of a panicked look to your face than you already had previously.

It makes you realize that any kind of sick fantasy he has planned for you isn’t going to be as easy as just zoning out and letting it happen. No, this’ll hurt. And you’ll remember this forever.

“Holy fuck..” a strange sentiment escapes your lips, you’re unsure how to handle this, but the gravity of the situation is going straight to your core and it causes you to rub your thighs together in a pathetic attempt to hide your arousal.

“You must be some kind of sick depraved whore because it sounds to me like you’re getting off on this too.” Gyutaro hisses as he taps his cockhead against your lips as you pathetically attempt to back further into the wall as if it would stop his advances.

“Ugh, come on, no! No that’s not it at all!” you rationalize, face ablaze with embarrassment, but his taunting persists, twisting into a deranged laugh that has your stomach in knots. But you know deep down, it fulfills a carnal part of you, something you can’t entirely control.

“You just can’t wait to taste my cock, you fucking tease! Well don’t worry, I won’t keep it from you any longer-“

With what little space you had to begin with, Gyutaro closes the gap with his protruding hip bones. The sensation alone makes his knees buckle, he sucks in air through his teeth and lets out a desperate “Aaaaah” as his cock fully bottoms out inside your mouth without any pause for adjustment. You can feel the corners of your mouth start to tear ever so slightly to accommodate for his girth, tears gather and roll down your hollowed out cheeks as you struggle to breathe through your nose. Gyutaro’s grip on your hair tightens when his hips roll, fucking into your mouth at a slow tempo that’s too much to keep up with. Your trembling hands push against his thighs in a weak act of rebellion but he seems to revel in it with the way he fucks your mouth harder with each light push or dig of your nails.

“Fuuuck… so this is how it feels,” Gyutaro pulls out of your mouth abruptly, causing you to cough and gasp for air.

“You know, I’ve been a bystander for way too long. I’ve seen what people get off to, how lucky they are to live such lives,” he hooks a finger around your bottom lip to pry your mouth open as he spits directly onto your tongue; your face recoils at the taste. “and you, a poor little human who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, too pretty to be eaten right away.”

“Right away?” You replied hesitantly, looking up at him.

“We don’t wanna spoil all the fun we’re having right now, do we?” He laughs, “I haven’t promised you shit!”

You look up at him with a burning scowl, you’re angry with the way he’s been toying at your life for the past hour or so. Hell, you’re not even sure how long you’ve actually been sitting here with gravel and rock stuck to your scraped up knees.

Gyutaro pushes your head lightly, tapping his bellend against the plush of your lips, lightly coating them in a sheen gloss of precum.

“Maybe you should think about being a little more enthusiastic and that’ll make me really change my mind”

“Yeah, like that’ll guarantee anything...” you scoff at his empty promises; your light act of rebellion turns his face sour as he forces his cock back into your mouth, leaving the both of you groaning for different reasons.

His fingers curl into your hair as he forces your head to bob up and down on his cock, saliva gathering at the corners of your mouth and dripping onto the stone pavement. He keeps you flush against his pelvis, your nose buried deep into his pubic hairs as he gives shallow thrusts. With Gyutaro’s cockhead creating a bulging effect, he wraps all five fingers around your throat, lightly squeezing down at the focal point. You start to sputter and cough around him, fingernails digging into his pelvic bone and pushing back for some kind of air intake, but he doesn’t let up, instead responding to your whines that vibrate his shaft with a light scoff and a giggle.

Your brows furrow, corners of your mouth burning red hot from the stretch of his length and you’re losing oxygen fast, making your eyes lightly roll upwards. The way he smiles down at you, mouth slightly agape, it makes your body react in some kind of fucked up manner, confusion mixing with your blurring sight as your mind is reduced to a blanked out state, slumping you backward as he continues to impale your mouth. You don’t break eye contact with him despite dizzying vision threatening to make you pass out; your pseudo-salvation comes in the form of Gyutaro whining out a desperate “fuuuuck” as white hot ropes of cum coat your throat.

He pulls out quickly, making sure to coat your face thoroughly. It tastes sour, feels hot to the touch, and insanely thick by the way it slithers down your face. You don’t feel like stirring his temper by spitting it out so you swallow as much of his load as you possibly can without throwing up, gathering and wiping off the rest from your defiled face. Gyutaro kneels down to your level in lazy attempts to get you cleaned off but you shoo his hand away.

“Come on, let me go or just kill me and get it over with. Don’t you think I’ve done enough already? I won’t tell anyone about this, I have no one to tell about what happened here, especially after you killed everybody in the entire village,” you plead, “nobody would even believe me anyway. You’ve done everything you’ve wanted to me, that’s gotta account for something, right?”

Gyutaro cups your face with his index finger and thumb on either side of your cheek and lightly squeezes, “You’re fighting so hard with me even when I’m the one showing you such kindness. Typical of pretty people like you, always so ungrateful even in the most dire situations,” He mopes sarcastically, “hey, I have an idea! I kinda like the ruined look on your face from just a minute ago, I say we’re gonna bring that back. After all, I wanna make the most out of that cute little body of yours.”

It seems like his refractory time is almost immediate as his cock is already hard again and ready for what he has planned next. Despite his emaciated stature his strength is able to rag doll you to the cold stone pavement before your body can even register what’s happening. Sharp hip bones jab at your legs forcing them to spread open, he looks down at your glistening cunt, a prize he’s so eager to take from you. He spends an uncomfortably long time staring at your bare body, indulging in every possible detail, it sends heat across your face as you struggle to cover yourself. He wants to remember this forever, he wants you to remember this forever. Gyutaro glides his thumb along your folds, grazing against your clit which earns him a light huff in return to his light teasing.

“I’m not really an expert when it comes to women, I’m sure that’s pretty obvious. But I know enough to be able to tell when a bitch is in heat.” He swipes his thumb across his tongue, lapping up the slick he’s gathered from you. He’s not wrong either, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s toying with your life, you might just enjoy how rough he’s been with you. With a steady hand on your hip, the latter guiding his heavy cock to your entrance, your heartbeat picks up a pitter-patter type beat as you brace yourself for impact. You try to calm yourself down to keep a relaxed state, maybe it won’t hurt as much if you did that, maybe it won’t be as bad as it was earlier, at least this time your oxygen won’t be cut off as far as you’re concerned.

The head breaches your entrance, there’s maybe a three to five second buffer before he completely sinks his entire cock into you with no warning. The both of you cry out in sync, tears trickling down your face. You’re too full, too stretched out, the pain is searing hot as your body desperately tries to accommodate to his massive size. You scoot yourself away like a caged animal struggling to rid of its binds but he pulls you halfway into his lap for easier access, fingers digging into each side of your hips, pinning you to the pavement that grinds against your welting back. Gyutaro’s nails draw blood, each thrust burrowing his claws deeper into the plush of your skin. It’s difficult for him to keep his composure with everything stimulating him at once. The sex, the scent of your sweet blood, and your soft voice whining begging him to stop is too much for him to handle. Saliva drips from his mouth and begins to pool at your stomach as it creeps across your body. It quells him into an animalistic state, his tempo doesn’t falter in the slightest, he barely unsheathes himself from you at all.

With the way he grinds into you, pelvis to pelvis, it provides some type of stimulation against your clit, gathering more instinctual whimpers to fall from your lips. The buildup of pressure is there, pooling into a tight coil in your lower abdomen. You opt to distract yourself with the moon above you as your only witness, daring to deny this monster the chance to earn any kind of orgasm from you. There’s no way you’re actually enjoying any of this. Not in this way, you think to yourself.

“Hey!-“ Gyutaro snaps at you, gripping your jaw in place, “fucking look at me! Don’t you dare take your eyes off me or I’ll slaughter you exactly as you are,” You nod frantically, “say it. Say you understand.”

“Yes, I understand.. Gyutaro.”

You keep your word and lock eyes with him no matter how much it hurts to do so, he studies your facial expressions, what makes you wince but most importantly, he takes notice to what forces your body to give into the light trickles of pleasure. He experiments a little, going slower, going harder, but it’s when he rocks himself flush against you that he finds does the trick. The hand that once cradled your neck in place trails softly down your body, lightly dragging his nails along. He shifts his focus downward as his hands meet at your lower abdomen, he’s hesitant at first, lightly running his thumb clumsily against your clit.

“It’s right… here, isn’t it?”

Your face heats up, “Why would I tell—“ you sigh, “-yes. It is.”

A sly smile spreads across his face, “good girl.” He whispers breathlessly. Gyutaro’s ministrations start off slow and uncoordinated, it has your mind buzzing one moment and disrupted a second later; he looks frustrated, completely pathetic, and you feel sorry for him in a way. With a heavy sigh, you take the lead by guiding his thumb to just the right amount of pressure and cadence. The smile returns, mimicking the patterns you set for him to near perfection, you shiver at the attention, tension building up at a steady momentum that feels no longer forced, but strangely needed. Your breath quickens, brows furrow upward as your body starts to tense up at the stimulation.

“K-keep doing that— oh fuck!” You keen, basking in the rolling waves of your first orgasm of the night.

Gyutaro falters for a moment, catching his breath and stilling his movement. You whine at the sudden lack of stimulation as his hands lift your legs up further and further until your knees bump lightly against your chest. You feel so much more full than you did before, his cock reaching deeper inside you, bullying its way right against your g-spot. His moans are drawn out and exaggerated, his hips keep a grueling pace for the both of you as it sends shockwaves straight through your body, building up tension in your lower abdomen and washing over you. Your nails drag down his spine and ghost back up to grip his matted hair. Your whines grow louder and louder, you’re much more attuned to his body, much more accepting than at the start of the night.

“Two spots then, huh? Some people just get all the luck I guess” he teases before his lips crash into yours.

You’re a whimpering mess, moaning into his mouth as he fucks you through your second climax, one that proves to be much more intense than earlier. It leaves you writhing underneath him, your walls pulsing and as he unravels along with you. The spent demon is reluctant to pull out, but rather he spends the next couple of minutes collapsed over your form. It’s not enough to crush you, per se, not that he really could but his bony figure jabs at you with the rise and fall of your breathing combined. You know it’s not something he can help, so you ignore it as best as you can.

Small, delicate pecks are planted on the scabbed over lacerations he caused earlier, a lazy attempt at an apology to the pain and humiliation from earlier. You lightly tug at his head to pull him off your neck. Your fucked out expression meet his sickened love drunk irises as you pull him in for a final kiss. His tongue lathes over yours hungrily, the taste of iron and flesh begrudgingly accustomed to your palette.

“I… I think I love you.” he sighs breathlessly. You’re mortified at your reaction to this whole ordeal. The way you sank into his demands so easily, letting emotions blossom within you despite how much he terrorized you earlier. It’s obvious how painfully lonely he is, maybe you could offer him some comfort. A kind of delirious love. Maybe… you could get used to this.

“I-I think I might just love you too.”

[meruix]

So we all heard xiaos voiceline about how demons don’t stop in the rain right?

“Demons do not stop for the rain. Move.”

Horny grip 💯💯💯

When modern xiao gets a hold of his sweet darling he loves spearing her on his rock hard >_< no matter how much you struggle taking it in he makes YOU do the work. “What’s taking you so long? Move”

He 100% forces you to do all the work!! How mean T_T and he has the damn audacity to complain about how “you’re so slow” “hurry up” he’s a real impatient boy you know!?

[maddyguru]

Tw. Dark content, incest, mentioned murder, geto and reader are 18+, somno, non con, loss of virginity, MINORS AND ANTIS DO NOT INTERACT

Geto Suguru spots his darling sister sleeping in her bed after the abomination he caused to their family. He knew there's no holding back, and what must be done needs to be done. He walked closer to your sleeping figure, and slowly a smile was on his face.

There's fate worse than death for a woman such as yourself.

He puts you into a deeper sleep with his special curses, and without thinking too much, started kissing the back of your neck, down your collarbone, and later on he starts ripping away your pyjamas. There's nothing more to hide; you are finally bare in front of your own older brother.

He starts wetting his cock, spitting on your pussy and breaching your hymen, to which you cried pit in your sleep- unable to wake up. He paused for a moment and laughed when it was clear as day that you're a virgin. Ruined by him.

The help of the blood allows him to drill deeper into your cervix, with your cries resonating in the room as if you were never asleep in the first place. He starts fucking you deeper, eager to leave you with traumas and physical pain. No doubt once you've woken up.

Aa he finished inside you with a final and deep thrust, he pulls out and cleaned himself, walking away from the scene. He can only imagine what you would look like tomorrow when you realised, you were raped in your sleep by him.

So the next day you awoke, pain on your lower belly and inner thighs and blood caked up, you saw a piece of paper on your bedside table; your brother confessed to you that he hated you and your family, and that he had taken your virginity the night before- raping you.

You sit there crying, with pain all over your body and heart.

[renzuke]

pensando en el fanfic donde osamu bulea a la lectora y la embaraza,,, me cambió la vida. Fue de los primeros fanfics que leí que tocaban temas oscuros.

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thinking about that fanfic about osamu that bullies reader and makes her pregnant,,, changed my life. Is on of the first fanfics I read about dark content.

[saigoat]

I love that one thing the torture/ Stockholm syndrome/ whump/ etc. community overlooks...is the substantial amount of tension and awkward silences. Like the real life aspects involved, no inner monologue, no creepy horror movie music scores, just long bouts of weird quiet. Maybe a stray gutteral noise or panting, but just staring and breathing.

[belongstocaptaindoyle]

[maddyguru]

drunk uncle gojo getting touchy at a family gathering 🙏🙏

Tw.incest, dark content, non con, molesting, purity kink, uncle/niece kink, MINORS AND ANTIS DO NOT INTERACT

Boy, do i feel like he would be this type of dude.

Uncle gojo wouldn't stop touching you, even if your parents told him to. He would be too preoccupied with your pretty smile, and your pretty dress all evening. Getting drunk is not something he would always do, but he needed the time to lay off from his job as well, and when he saw you, he just couldn't help himself.

Touching you underneath your skirt, under the table wasn't the nicest thing you could think of, because uncle gojo never were this funny. But he's a dignified man, he wouldn't do anything to hurt you, wouldn't he?

"sorry, sweetie, your poor uncle needs a quick shoulder rest."

"sweetie, you're shaking. Are you ok?"

"awww sweety, you're afraid of lil' 'ol me?"

"no, no, don't pull away from me, that's rude."

"sweetie, let me feel this pussy, ok? You have a nice one, too "

Your parents wouldn't believe a word you say, if you told them uncle gojo molested you all evening.