#tw.sadism

[dolliestfairy]

Yandere SCP with a chubby!fem!reader who is a Fairy Entity.

✧ A/N : its been a while since i dont write because i've been quite the busy here. but now i decided too and recently i've been very interested in scp lore and stories also with the monsters in it and decided to write it on my own within my own style. and + also this was a yandere :). what do you think? if you liked this please gave it a reblog and likes! i will very appreciate it ♡.

✧ Tw : Kidnapping, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Sadism, Carnage/Slaughtering, Blood, Unhealthy Behavior, Unhealthy mindset, Kind of Enemies to Lovers with Scp 682, Worship in 079 and SA in 682 (not from him, but from another person.) lmk if i miss anything. Chubby Reader Fics With No skintone of reader mentioned.

𑁍 Scp 049

• ugh.. where should i start with this guy? ah.. yes.. he's such a gentleman isnt he?

• first time he realize your appereance he thinks of you as such a delicate creature. he never sees you face to face, he just realize some very Soft and Pleaseable Appereance that was catching him off guard.

• that until he really met you face to face, and if only he wasnt such a cold gentleman he would praise you to death. i mean.. how could he not? you're just soo beautiful. its hard to believe that the facility who basically took you from where you were belong to think that you were some kind of monster when you're literally far from it.

• after he met you he think that he was just simply fascinated by your beauty-appereance, that until he is aware that he doesnt want you to be locked too far from where he was stayed at.

• what he wants is that your cell is to be placed right besides him. not far from him. now this guy is an aware yandere, and not to mention he's a very intelligent one too, he'll be pretty quick to know that his respond towards you snd the facility are far from being called normal because h literally just out burst at one of the scp staff for wanting to take you away from him.

• and the staff was not stupid either, espesially the scientist. they pretty much off guard and very heavily-aware of his action towards them and espesially you. so they start to put you into a different room, besides his cell with a mirror placed into each others wall.

• while the scientist observe from the Cctv, they see that you and 049, both was actually getting along each other.

• this is something the scientist does not really excepting, because well after all they always knew 049 as a very cold yet a gentleman anomaly to ever known in the facility. it was absolutely fascinating to see you - who is more friendly and well not so quiet as him can get pretty much along.

• this makes them hold you within 049 much longer than they actually plan.

• and of course, this all also come to 049 happiness as he obviously can see you much longer even in a different sell, he would love to meet you, see you, and talk to you everyday.

• theres no one, not even another scp or scp staff or even those great scientist could take you away from him, not even death. he swore to hold you within him just so you can be there, for him and him only.

𑁍 Scp 035

• now what i notice about this creature right here is that he actually quite the flirty one, and lets be honest - he also has some major anger issues holding him up, also a bit of sadism.

• first he sees you from his cell he just knew that you are the one. and let me tell you, besides from all his flirty personality, anger issues, and those sadism, he definetly also has some serious, Serious possessiveness.

• really become an aggresive hostile once he sees you getting interviewed by a male staff, making him growl from his cell, and of course - this lead to the other staffs attention.

• when they ask him about why was he being so hostile towards the male staff he said that "they do not deserve her. only i deserve her." and when the staff ask him "who do you mean by saying 'her'?" only to find out that "her" was you.

• and after that the staff check on you both, interviewing on you both and this time they ask a female staff to interview you, and 035 is much more calmer than before.

• this will all be kicked out of the window when the staff wanting to place you to an Abroad facility. of course this will make 035 sees red. and what can only be describe after this was a carnage.

• and at the end -- he escaped. with the willing to free you from those fuckers who tried to take away the love of his life (or so he tought) from him. he can and would spill many blood as it need if it can help him getting you again. and he wont stop, no matter how much host it will need and change, his goal is just one; getting you back again.

𑁍 Scp 079

• the first he sees you he really just over the heels for you. no - i am not joking, this dude here is drooling, even if he cant he can feel so while seeing you.

• absolutely admire everything you had. the way you talked, smiled, and walk is just different.

• absolutely reject the calls scp staff throw at you as a "monster" no matter how much they tried, they couldnt convience 079 that you were indeed a monster.

• really love the shape of your body, that was another thing of why he would take an extra glance at your plump body once he realize your appereance.

• is absolutely dying to have you for himself but how can he? he just there and can only watch you when you walked pass his cell.

• and another one is that he absolutely dreaming about you. wether its a cute one, a bad one, or even a naughty one, he does not care. once he start dreaming about you i recommend anyone to dont ever dare to try to take him away from his daydreaming moment or whoever that person is will have to encounter the out burst of 079.

• and after he's done? nothing would changed.. and at the end, he wouldnt be another different thing more than some unsual computer entity dude who is obsessed over some fairy.

𑁍 Scp 682

• really cocky about you lmao, and very sassy too.

• at first he actually (kinda) hate/dislike you because your overall personality and looks are definetly and obviously a literal opposite from him.

• everytime anyone sees you besides him they already can see the different. surely we dont have to waste our fingers to write what are your difference than him other than the fact that you both were a living things. but it was just sooo noticable like.. ugh.

• this enemies feeling will turn into lover as soon as some Bastardize staff start to treat you in a very unappropriate tone.

• and this time he just felt like he had to protect you somehow. protect you from getting experimented and other bad things.

• even if he's actually really feeling that way, still -- he is a big Tsundere weird lizard so he would rather simply just bury himself alive than admitting it openly.

• but asides from all of that, he actually really aware about his feelings. about the fact that he actually has some feelings for you. and he doesnt even sure of how to say it to you because he just think of it as a very big embarassement.

• this is just a matter of time before he finally decided to tell you about this feeling. the bad news is that, the same day he convience to you, is the same day that he would take you with him for eternity.

• and not even death can separate you from him ever.

[chiwhorei]

ugh thinking of mean daddy nanami again :( thinking of him choking you a little too long just to scare you into behaving or bringing out a knife to watch you cry and shake, spankings only worked so much and you were a brat again so he mixes anything he can think of to punish you, he misses his sweet little girl

YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH

tw.pain(al) ➽──────────────❥ tw.sadism

Daddy!Nanami getting rock hard just from choking you to the point that your eyes widen in fear. If he just pressed in a little harder your fucking neck could snap in his hands like a popsicle stick. He wouldn’t, but it makes him feral to know how much pain he could inflict on you with such little effort.

Daddy!Nanami starting to use allllllll kinda of punishments because spanking seem too be to soft for you, you enjoy his hands beating against your ass a little too much. He has paddles and whips and chokers and rigs to hang you from the fucking ceiling in his bedroom by your hair. Anything to get you right up to that line where you’re truly scared. He traces your curves with the sharp edge of a big fucking knife so he can watch your poor little body recoil.

Daddy!Nanami using good ole fashioned painal to get you to cry because spankings are too gentle for a beat like you. Spitting on your little hole and making you take him with no prep so that he can hear you scream as loud as your lugs allow. ૮꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১

[azurexsnake]

This City is a Graveyard

Reader x Millions Knives

Gender Things: Fem!Reader. Knives uses ‘her’ for Reader once. Reader dresses fem and is described as curvy. Reader has a vagina (that is not made direct reference to) and a prosthetic strap (referred to as a penis/cock).

CW: DARK!!!!! DEAD DOVE. Morally ambiguous reader, dom!reader, sub!knives, virgin!knives, toxic relationship, death in reader’s backstory, fem physical descriptions used for knives’ body, body modding (reader has a lost tech detachable dick they can feel through), petnames (angel and princess -> knives)

TW: Drugging (Reader -> Knives), Lethal Aphrodisiacs, Dubcon AF (Knives has an implied soft spot for Reader but…….), Xenophilia (Alien Genitalia), Fuck or Die, Vaginal Penetration (Reader -> Knives), Choking, Degradation, Mocking Praise, Sadism, Virginity, Implied incestuous feelings (Knives -> Vash), Implied passing out due to Overstimulation

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[erieren]

APPEASE THE KING

pairing: trueform!sukuna x f!reader

content warnings: smut, pwp, non-con (offering oneself to the villain), age gap (since sukuna’s like a thousand years old), monster fucking, unprotected sex, sadism, oral sex (m and f receiving), throat fucking, degradation, manhandling, marking, unwanted creampie

summary: how naïve could you be, thinking that the king of curses would release you from his domain without a cost?

word count: 4.0k

notes: PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS AND FEEL FREE TO BLOCK ME OR ANY TAGS. happy halloween!! apparently there’s an arc that takes place in shibuya at halloween but i don’t read the jjk manga so uhh yeah… this is also my first time writing for jjk (feedback would be appreciated!) ALSO!!! if i’m missing any tags or if i tagged something incorrectly, please lmk! also not proofread >~<

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You don’t know where you are, or how you got there. The darkness blinds you; it doesn’t get this dark when it’s nighttime, does it? It was nighttime when you left Jujutsu Tech. Shibuya Halloween was in full swing, and Nobara wanted to get there early to see everyone in costume. You just happened to lag behind her, Yuji, and Megumi since you had something else to take care of. 

It was chilly outside, like a normal October night in Tokyo. The streetlights shone so bright, and the noise of the Halloween event could be heard in the distance. It was basically right in front of you, but that doesn’t explain how you’re currently surrounded by darkness. You take a couple steps, thinking—and hoping—that you might have just blacked out for a couple of seconds, but a chilling voice makes you freeze like a deer in headlights.

“I’m surprised you’re alive right now, considering you wandered into my domain,” the voice can be heard from behind you. It sounds rough, and the intonation makes it sound like you’re being mocked. “Ah, you’re one of those jujutsu sorcerers. No normal human would’ve survived this long.”

You quickly turn around and your surroundings come to life. No longer engulfed by darkness, the sky appears to be cloudy and red. There’s a shrine right in front of you, decorated with shrines and… mouths? No. It can’t be.

The realization hits that you’ve come across the one and only King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna. But that’s not the worst part; to add on to it all, he’s in his true form, sporting four arms and two faces. The black marks on his face, chest, and arms do nothing to lessen your fears. It’s absolutely terrifying, the sight alone is a fright more than you bargained for on Halloween. He sits atop a pile of bones, like they’re just some kind of trophy to him. Where the hell is Yuji?

You might as well just dig your own grave at this point; you know that there’s no way you can defeat him on your own. Four years of training at Jujutsu Tech prepared you to fight all sorts of cursed spirits, but the king himself? Just forget it. Nothing you’ve learned would be enough. Even from this distance, you can see his red eyes which appear to be glowing.

“Please let me go,” your voice shakes as you speak. It’s pathetic, you know, but there’s not much else you can do. In the blink of an eye, he disappears from his position at the temple. You feel relief that only lasts for a second when his voice sounds from right behind you. 

“What’s with this getup?” He asks while plucking your headband out of your hair. It’s red as well, and there’s a big bow; Nobara wanted everyone to dress up as a Studio Ghibli character, so you settled with Kiki. He tosses it to the side before bringing a hand up to wrap around your throat. You instinctively grab at his hand to try and pull it off, but he’s strong. Too strong, almost. “I’ll let you go.”

His grip on your throat loosens, and you deeply inhale in relief. It sounds too good to be true. Is he really letting you go that easily? 

“On one condition,” he finishes. Of course. He pulls you closer so that your back is flush against his bare chest, and he leans down so that his mouth is right by your ear. “Appease me. Disobey, and I have no choice but to kill you.” 

He lets you go, and you instantly drop to your knees. Just from him holding you close, you feel powerless. What does he mean by “appease me?” Maybe he wants you to kill Megumi or Gojo, but how would you do that right here, right now? How would you even do that in general? It’s literally impossible. Sukuna must be out of his mind or something. In the few moments that you spent looking at your shaking hands against the ground, he took the time to return to his stance at the temple. 

“You going to comply or what?” a bored expression crosses his face, emphasized by the one of his four hands supporting his chin. His hair looks fiery, perhaps from the sky above, and the black marks on his skin.

The lump in your throat is hard to swallow, but you approach him nonetheless. With each step you take, the heavy, dreadful feeling in your bones gets heavier. As you approach the shrine, Sukuna keeps his gaze locked on to you until you’re climbing up the steps to be face to face with him.

You can’t look him in the eyes, afraid that just one glance would kill you. And you’re sure you’re just about dead when you’re harshly pushed to the floor, scraping your exposed knees in the process.

“Don’t you know who you’re with? Show some fucking respect,” he spits. “Just do as I say, and I won’t hurt you.”

It’s a little too late for that, you think. The stinging sensation from your knees lessens as the adrenaline kicks in. Him looking down at you makes you feel so inferior to him; it’s like he’s a lion preying upon a gazelle.

“Bow down to me,” he states. There’s venom in his words and it’s almost paralyzing, but you find yourself fixing your position on the ground in front of him. With your ass resting on the heels of your feet and your balled up hands on your thighs, you lower the top portion of your body close to the floor. But apparently it’s not enough for Sukuna because next thing you know, he lifts one of his feet up and presses it to your back. To stop your face from hitting the floor, you put your hands out right in front of you.

“That’s more like it,” he mutters under his breath. You don’t dare to look up at him when you hear him unfastening the belt around his baggy pants, nor when the fabric pools around his ankles. This can’t be happening.

“Hey,” his voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and a chill is sent down your spine when one of his large hands finds the back of your neck. His sharp, claw-like nails dig into your skin, threatening to puncture you. “You want to get out of here alive, don’t you?” 

“Yes, sir.”

He smiles at your formality. “Then sit up, and suck me off like you mean it.”

The hand on your neck brings you face to face with his dick and fuck, there’s no way that’s going to fit in your mouth. At first glance, it’s noticeable that Sukuna has a well-built body, and the same can be said for his dick. It’s long with a nice girth; your hand struggles to completely wrap around it. A bead of precum leaks from his slit, so you lick it up before slowly moving your hand up and down his length. Behind it, right on his stomach, is a massive mouth with the tip of its tongue sticking out the corner. You try your best to open your mouth as wide as you can to fit him inside, but it’s not enough for him. 

“Don’t tell me you’ve never sucked a cock before,” he says condescendingly. Tears form in your eyes as you attempt to take more of him and because you really don’t want to disappoint him when your life is at stake. “Open your fucking mouth.”

He smirks to himself as he pushes your head further down his length, causing the tears to stream down your face. Your nose brushes up against the patch of hair at his base, and you can feel his balls on your chin. It hurts having him all the way down your throat, and it’s hard to breathe. You find yourself hitting his thigh to tell him to stop, but it’s just so amusing to him. He keeps you in that position for just a second longer before pulling you off of him. You immediately start coughing and gasping for air, desperate to get oxygen into your lungs while also wiping the spit around your mouth with the back of your hand.

“I can’t have you passing out on me. That would be no fun,” he chuckles.

“P-please. Just let me go,” you beg in a feeble attempt to escape.

“Already?” He ruffles his hair. “I haven’t been satisfied yet. We’re just getting started.”

A choked sob leaves your lips as he brings you closer to his dick once again. He’s just as ruthless as the last time, forcing your lips open with the fat tip and sinking himself deep into your throat. Your hands stay on his thighs for some leverage as he continues to fuck your throat. 

“What are you crying for?” He asks when looks down to see your tears falling down your face, mixing with the spit on your chin. “You want me to praise you?”

You can’t do anything but let out a garbled plea to stop. He finally lets up, slowing down his pace and releasing his hand from your head. When you look at him, you notice that he keeps his chin high to avoid looking directly down at you. With a pat to your cheek, he wordlessly urges you to continue getting him off. You feel some relief now that you’re able to move at your own pace.

Wasting no time, you go right to work taking as much of his dick as you can without gagging, while your hands work with what doesn’t fit in your mouth. He lets out an occasional grunt, not wanting to give you any satisfaction for your work. 

“Perfect little mouth,” he mumbles as you begin to massage his balls. They’re warm, and they feel heavy in your palm. Your spit runs down his entire length, coating your hands in it as you continue to pleasure him. His thighs and abs start to clench, a sign that he’s nearing his release. “Fuck, that’s it. Stand up.”

Before you have a chance to react, you’re being pulled up and off of the floor. Sukuna carries you over to a broken pedestal that looks grimy and like it’s on the verge of collapsing. The cold concrete makes you shiver when he lays you down on it.

“It was only a matter of time until it came down to this. Don’t tell me you’re scared.”

“I’m not scared,” you try to convince him, but the waver in your voice says otherwise.

Sukuna smirks at your response, obviously not believing you. “What if I just started fucking you right now? Would you be scared then?”

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel two of his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress higher and higher until it bunches around your waist. His sharp nails occasionally poke your skin, making you jump at each quick jab. It feels like there’s a slight breeze when your cotton panties are finally exposed to him; you wish you could just shrink into the pedestal and disappear forever. 

Sukuna runs a finger over your clothed cunt, catching the waistband of it with his nail before letting it snap back against your skin. “You’re wet already. It seems like you’re actually enjoying this.”

You try to shake your head in protest, but another hand finds its place on its throat. The pressure on the sides of your neck is immense; if he were to squeeze it any tighter, you’re sure you would pass out. Sukuna easily tears your panties off your body, leaving your bottom half completely bare. You can feel your slick rubbing onto your thighs and it’s so embarrassing  how wet you are despite the situation you’re in.

He immediately gets to work on your pussy, toying with your sensitive clit before dragging two fingers up and down your folds. His fingers glisten as they become coated in your arousal, but there’s no time for him to admire it. You suddenly feel his fingers push past your entrance, causing you to yelp out.

“Scream all you want, whore. No one’s coming to save you,” he looks at you with faux sympathy.  The curl of his fingers inside you is almost painful with how sharp his nails are. He won’t say it out loud, but he enjoys the feeling of you on his fingers; you’re already so tight, he wonders if he can actually fit his cock inside you. He thinks he’s being so generous by prepping you first. Seemingly out of nowhere, you feel a new, wet sensation on your pussy.

“O-oh!” You gasp; the hand on your throat makes it difficult to say anything else. You can’t see below you from how your head is pinned down to the pillar, but somehow you know what’s happening. The mouth on his palm had opened up, and it started to lick and suck on your clit while his fingers continued pumping in and out of you. And fuck, Sukuna can feel the way you clench around him. You want to squeeze your legs together, to try and push his hand off of you, but it’s like he can read your mind. With his remaining two arms, he firmly pushes your legs to the sides.

“Keep ‘em open for me, yeah? Do yourself a favor,” the tone of his voice is almost calming. You can’t think clearly anymore; the combination of stimulation on your clit as well as his fingers reaching deep within you is too much. It’s far too much and far too soon, and you feel sweat start to rise on your skin as your stomach clenches. You bite your lip to hold back your moans because you just can’t let Sukuna know how good he’s making you feel. Your fingers try to grasp onto something, anything, and they unwillingly end up on the backs of your thighs, right on top of Sukuna’s hands.

He knows you’re close, but he won’t let you cum just yet. So he rips his fingers from your warmth, making you let out a strangled cry. You’re left a panting mess trying to hold onto him so that you don’t fall off the pillar.

“Look at you,” Sukuna coos while tracing a finger along your jaw. “You were just begging for me to let you go, but now you’re just so desperate to cum. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

All you can do is nod your head as he moves to adjust your position on the pillar. With ease, he flips you over and now the edge of the pillar is digging into your stomach. Your arms are bent so that your hands cushion your face from the cold concrete. 

Sukuna pushes your dress up once again and spreads your ass cheeks to admire how messy your cunt has become. He delivers a harsh slap to your right side, causing you to wince as the edge of the pedestal digs into your skin. He then leans over, and you can feel the throb of his cock against your ass and the tickle of his breath against your ear.

“I’m not going easy on you,” is all he says before he positions himself to align with your hole and pushes in. The stretch of his cock inside you burns; you’ve never felt anything like this before.

“It– It’s too much,” you sputter as he continues pushing himself in. 

“I’ve only got a couple inches in,” Sukuna grunts. “Just take it.”

Although he sheathed himself in you slowly, he wasted no time in building up a fast pace. His thrusts were rough; the sound of his skin against yours began to echo throughout the empty space. You couldn’t stop the whines from spilling through your parted lips, but it was merely just music to his ears. He relished the way your pussy clenched around him, squeezing him the right way in all the right places. It was like you were trying to push him out, but he always liked a little chase.

He likes the way you look when you’re full of his dick; wanton moans slip through your gritted teeth as you try to hold them back, and the look of your glazed eyes turns him on even more. Knowing he has this effect on you has him feeling like he’s on a power trip.

“Sukuna… I can’t take it!” You helplessly cry. Your lashes flutter shut as teardrops continue to fall from your eyes. You feel so full every time he fills you to the hilt. He’s in your stomach; the fat head of his dick is hitting that same spot deep inside you over and over again. There’s a dull ache in your abdomen, most likely a combination of his cock and and the concrete against your skin. You reach a hand out behind you, trying to find his hips in a futile attempt to stop him. When that doesn’t work, you try to rip yourself away from him.

“You’re running from me,” he simply states while pinning your wrists to your lower back, though his hips never stop moving. “Stop running.”

God, you hate the way he sounds right now. With him lost in the feeling of your cunt, his voice has gotten all strained and raspy. It turns you on even more, and it’s clear by the way you feel your arousal mockingly drip down your thighs. Your body’s betraying you, and there’s nothing you can do about it. 

You fall limp against the pedestal, and Sukuna pulls your hips closer to him. He wants, needs, more of you, but he’s already as deep as he can get, rearranging your guts and it feels like he’s molding your pussy to fit him perfectly. The new angle sends a sharp pain to your lower half every time he fucks into you, but it soon subsides. It’s actually amazing how his pace has not faltered even once. 

 “Are you going to stop running from me?” he asks. 

“Yes sir,” you sob after he thrusts particularly deep into you.

“Mhm. Because that’s all bitches like you are good for. Taking orders, listening to—oh fuck—to those who are above you.”

Sukuna is entranced by the way the fat of your ass jiggles with every thrust he delivers. He has half a mind to stick a thumb into your other hole, but he refrains. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you too much. Perhaps he’ll find you like this another time.

Suddenly, you’re lifted off of the pedestal and pushed up against a pillar of the shrine that isn’t broken. Sukuna’s hands are all over you like the air on a windy day; one constricts your throat, another one pulls the collar of your dress down to reveal your breasts, a third holds you by your waist, and the final one lifts your leg up and hooks behind your knee. There’s a crazed look in his wide eyes, and the growing grin on his lips just makes him all the more terrifying. By now, the tears have already stopped, but sobs still wrack your body. When will this be over? 

“I’ve got a hand on your throat but even that won’t shut you up,” Sukuna complains as he starts to cup your tits. “Seriously, you’d be even more attractive if you weren’t yapping this whole time.”

He lets go of your throat and chooses to focus on your chest. Just like with your ass, he finds himself lost in the way your tits bounce up and down with every movement. Everything hurts; your pussy is sore, and your legs have been stretched for far too long. Your back, although covered by the dress, is being dragged up and down the column, roughing up your skin. 

You feel the familiar knot in your stomach once again, and Sukuna can tell that you’re about to cum from the way you clench down on him impossibly tighter. You claw at his chest as the feeling grows, leaving red marks and crescent moons indented on his skin.

“You wanna cum?” Sukuna says in a gruff voice.

“Mhm…” you mumble. You don’t have the energy to say anything else. The only thought on your mind is reaching an orgasm so that he can finish as well and put an end to this nightmare.

“I don’t usually make promises,” he starts. “But if you speak one word of this to anyone, I’ll kill you.”

“I promise, I promise,” you babble.

 Sukuna’s pace starts to falter, and you can’t hold back any longer. Your legs shake as you finally reach your climax, holding onto the man—no, devil—in front of you for dear life. There’s fire in your veins; your body feels hot all over.

He continues rutting into you, grinding his hips against yours to help you come down from the high, while also bringing himself closer to the edge. The overstimulation makes your mind all fuzzy, but you absolutely need to tell him that he has to pull out. You have trouble finding the words to say as his heart beats faster, and his breathing becomes labored. It’s too late, you realize as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. He deeply inhales as his whole body shudders, finally releasing his cum deep within your pussy. You can feel it, warm and sticky, as it leaks out of your hole. It almost seems never ending as it starts to run down his length and drip down his balls. 

His chest heaves as he pulls out, but the feeling of his cock is quickly replaced by something else. It’s also quite large, but it’s wet, so you look between your legs and see that the tongue coming from his stomach is licking at your folds. It’s cleaning up the cum that spilled down your thighs. You find yourself squirming around, not sure if it’s because of how weird this is, or if it’s because you’re still sensitive from your orgasm. 

“I’m quite pleased with how tonight turned out,” Sukuna admits.

“That’s enough,” you manage to get out. Sukuna scrunches his face at you, as if you’re the insane one just for ordering him to do something once. His nostrils flare before he lets you go, ultimately making you fall to your knees because of how wobbly your legs are.

“Are you that desperate to have my cock in your mouth again?” Sukuna scoffs. “Get up, and get out of here.”

You’re about to say something in response, but your surroundings change before you can even get a word out. The moon and stars twinkle above you, and the swirly clouds provide an eerie atmosphere ideal for All Hallow’s Eve. Laughter and loud music resonates in the air from the celebrations nearby. Realizing that you’re no longer in Sukuna’s domain, you rush to fix your dress. Your makeup is a whole other problem; there’s not enough light for you to look at yourself on your phone’s camera, but you make do with what you have. While you’re struggling to wipe away your mascara, Nobara’s name appears on your phone.

“Hello, Y/N? Where are you?! We’ve been trying to call you for the past– I don’t even know how long it’s been!” Nobara screeches from the speaker. You hold the phone away from your ear as she continues going off on you.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” you rasp, throat still sore from Sukuna’s actions. “Something happened.” “Like what?” Nobara presses on. Sukuna’s voice replays in your head, and you tremble from remembering what you promised him.

“It’s nothing,” you murmur. “Is Itadori with you?”

“Yeah, Fushiguro and I met up with him not too long ago. I wonder what took him so long, too.”

She hangs up after a couple more words are exchanged. You don’t know how mad she’ll be when you finally see her again, and the fact that you have to face Yuji makes you nervous as well. But with shaky legs, you begin walking towards the raucous nightlife of Shibuya.

[rintoki]

killin’ and lovin’

characters: haitani rindou x fem!dom!reader

tw: explicit violence, slight gore, murder, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, blood, sadism, basically rindou goes crazy beating the shit out of someone and that kinda turned you on, if you don’t like it don’t read

a/n: for my unhinged bitches… also this might be my longest fic yet lol

“should i repeat my question?” your cold voice resounded off the cement walls, there wasn’t a sound besides your voice and the gargled choking of the man seated in front of you.

well, ‘seated’ to put it nicely; the man was strapped to the chair, hands bound to the armrests and his fingers splayed out. “if i do, that means you’ll lose a finger,” you continued dryly, an amused smile dancing on your painted lips as you watched the pathetic man shake his head violently, tears and snot streaming down his face.

“are you ready to talk then?” in the next room your voice buzzed statically through the intercom, where three others stood watching you work through the cameras.

“well, that was quick.” bonten executive, haitani ran remarked, shifting his weight to the other foot as he crossed his arms over his wide chest.

“what was the point of betraying if you’re just gonna give up so quickly? fucking scraps.” bonten’s number 2 spat, rolling his eyes as he leaned against the table.

the last figure finally spoke up after observing the screen for a while longer. his purple eyes lingering on your figure as you listened intently to the sputtering man, “we’ll have to see how reliable his words are first though.”

rindou watches your eyes flicker to the camera as you move to leave the room with the information you tortured of out the traitor, you looked bored. not a minute later, the door to the room swung open, revealing your figure as you strutted into the room.

despite your prior activities, there wasn’t a hair out of place nor even a speck of blood on your clothes. you glanced at the three men, “their stories corroborate, and i’ve already sent people to check the location they gave. won’t be long until i receive an update.”

“good job,” ran whistled, eyes scanning over the bloodied man through the cameras one last time. “a job is an overstatement, i just roughed him up a bit. didn’t even lose any body parts.” you grumbled, folding your arms over your chest.

sanzu chuckles, pushing himself off the table “alright. take care of the rest, yea?” you gave a shallow nod, already planning your next meal as the two men made their way out.

the silence that settled in the enclosed room was comfortable; you could feel rindou’s eyes on you though, looking for what you didn’t know, nor did you really care. eyes trained on the bound man in the camera, you could see movement from rindou out of the corner of your eye, before a pair of strong arms wrapped around your middle, his chin coming to rest in the crook of your neck.

“want me to take care of him for you? promise you won’t be bored.” exhaling deeply, you leaned back into rindou’s chest, unconsciously tilting your head and allowing him space to press a kiss to the side of your neck. you could feel your bad mood waning, his comforting presence easing off the unkind thoughts crowding your head.

“oh yea?” you mumbled, his thumbs rubbing circles on your hips. “mhm, fuck him up real good for you. i know he was always a pain in the ass,” he hummed, mouthing gently at your skin.

rindou peeked at you through his lashes as you laughed quietly; even years into the relationship, your laugh still makes his heart flutter. unfurling your arms, you brought one up to cup his cheek, turning slightly before connecting your lips in a deep kiss.

but before things could escalate, two quick knocks to the door interrupted the moment. “seriously?” rindou mumbled under his breath, causing a giggle to bubble from your chest.

“come in,” you called, rotating your body to face the door as his arms moved to hold your hands instead.“we found the drive at the location specified. it is being secured and brought back to base as we speak,” the subordinate states, before bowing and excusing himself from the room quickly—probably noticed that he was interrupting something between his two superiors.

a pause ensued after he left, and you watched as rindou reach to turn off the cameras in the room—a silent understanding of what was about to happen next. “don’t need anyone seeing what happens now,” he muttered, and a warmness fills your lower belly. a mix of excitement and arousal as he pecks your lips one last time, before lacing your fingers together and pulling you back into the other room.

the man jolts as the heavy door swings open, the pair of you waltzing into the cold room together. “i, i was right, right? you found the drive where i said it was?” the man pleaded. you stared at him for a beat before a warm smile breaks your stoic expression.

“yes we did, you were right.”

“so… you’ll let me go right? i cooperated!” the desperation in his voice makes your belly tingle, especially knowing what’s about to come next. biting back a mocking laugh when he sighs in relief as you undo the restraints, you step aside and let the traitor stand. you could sense rindou stepping in closer, and with a smile you confirmed. “you may go.”

adjusting his rumpled and bloodied suit, he huffed out “fuck, did you really have to go this far? you could have just asked me and we could talk like civilised people. reporting and even threatening torture is just too much you know, i’ll be seeking compensation for the distress you caused,” you feel his beady eyes rake over your body, and with a slimy smile he goes on, “and i can think of a few ways—agh!”

“compensate what?” before that man could even finish his sentence, rindou had already lost patience, curled fist swinging out and landing on his jaw. “what the fuck?!” the man groaned.

and maybe you would have felt a twinge of guilt had he begged for forgiveness and crawled out of here like the rat he is. but instead he decided that life wasn’t really worth living and went on prattling and acting self-righteous.

“are you fucking stupid?” you cold voice cuts through the tension. placing a hand on rindou’s shoulder, indicating for him to step back a moment. “speaking like that to your superior who outranks you in every way.”

“wha—ugh!” another punch, this time from you square on his nose. hard enough to hear an audible crunch, blood gushing out of his nose as he falls backward back into the chair from the force of your hit.

“agh! you broke my fucking nose!” he wailed, crying and groaning like a fucking child. “i promise, that’s the least of your worries right now.” you snarled, before grabbing his collar and raining hit after hit on his face, a twisted smile on your lips as you finally released all the pent up anger this man has caused you.

but in the midst of all that, all rindou could see was you. he could feel the heat in his belly growing, god you looked fucking gorgeous. the cruel look on your face has his pants tightening, he couldn’t help it; he wanted in on the action.

gently placing a hand on your waist, rindou coaxed your bloodied fist to a stop. pressing a kiss to your shoulder, his soft voice breaking through your anger-fuelled haze. “let me take care of the rest, my love. can’t have you scarring your hands over a piece of scrap,” bringing your beaten-raw knuckles to his lips.

with adrenaline still pumping in your veins, you grabbed your lover by his tie, pulling him into a biting kiss. “fucking kill him, rin, i want him unrecognisable,” you all but growled against his lips, arousal pooling between your thighs as he nods obediently, anything for you.

you could feel your pussy tighten, just watching rindou shrug off his suit jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing the tattoos you loved so much snaking up his arm. the muscles of his forearm rippling underneath his skin with every movement, fuck you couldn’t wait.

rindou grabs the beaten man by his collar, easily pulling him to his feet, before connecting his fist to his cheek once more, blood splattering on his fist. this time, he lands unceremoniously on the floor to the side, groaning in pain.

as rindou moves to stand over the traitor’s body, he wails, “y-you said i was free to go..! wha… why are you doing this…” you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, every passing word this man speaks only pissing you off more.

“you really are fucking stupid, aren’t you?” your lover’s bored voice drawled; such a difference from how he spoke to you seconds earlier. “how do you think we’ve managed to operate under the radar for so long? don’t you know what we do to traitors?”

the fear and realisation that flooded the man’s face only fuelling rindou’s violence; again and again, he landed punches on his already bloodied face, a sadistic smile etched onto his face as he beats the man unrecognisable, just as you ordered.

you, on the other hand, have calmed down significantly. instead of adrenaline, a different type of hormone pumped through you. something about watching your lover go crazy, killing people who’ve slighted you at your command. fuck, your thighs were pressed together in need and you could feel your panties sticking to your core from wetness.

rindou was in no better condition, the thought of you getting aroused was enough to keep him going, he didn’t care about the man below, nor did he care about the blood that splattered across his face and clothes. until the man’s face caved in and his fists were covered in blood, as long as you wished it he would comply.

with the man now long dead, rindou lifts himself off the ground, immediately making his way into your open arms. not caring for the mess, you pulled him into a desperate kiss, moaning his name as you reached down to rub his cock through his pants.

“god that was fucking sexy rin,” you moaned out as you shucked off your pants, pulling his clean hand to rub your folds through your soaked panties. “‘m so fucking wet, baby, i need you now.”

“shit, fuck.” he cursed under his breath, cock straining against his pants as he pushes your panties to the side, swiping a line up your slit just to feel how soaked you were.

an impatient man he was; unable to wait any longer, he grabs you by your thighs before lifting you fully off the ground, pressing you against the wall for support. one hand gripping your thigh, with your help he unzips his pants and pulls out his stiff cock, the tip already pink and leaking pre-cum.

wrapping your legs around rindou’s waist tightly, you rested your head against the wall, pussy clenching involuntarily as you feel his fingers tugging your panties to the side, bringing his tip to kiss your entrance.

but when he doesn’t push in further your eyes flicker to him, only to catch his gaze. “what is it, babe?” you question urgently, bringing a hand to push his hair back, before rubbing his cheek gently, you could hardly wait another second.

he nuzzles into your hand, practically purring out his next words, “just wanted you to look at me, wanted to see your pretty face as i fill you up.”

his words are such a contrast to the adorable expression on his face, you could almost laugh. you were going crazy, almost sure that your pussy was dripping in your arousal. slowly, your fingers run over the tattoo on his throat, before finding its way around his neck. leaning in closer till your lips just hovered over his, you whispered, “fuck me, rin. i wanna feel your cock, feel how perfectly it fits inside my cunt.” wiggling your hips slightly against his tip.

you could clearly see the moment he loses it, whatever shred of composure or dignity gone as he plunges his cock fully into you, bottoming out immediately before pulling out just as quick only to thrust in again. making use of the fact that he held you above the ground, rindou began bouncing you on his cock, the angle and force pushing him even deeper into your throbbing heat.

“aahng!” you cried out, pussy pulsating and clenching so tightly around his cock. your eyes squeezed shut for a moment before becoming overcome with a need to taste his skin. you loosened his tie just enough to rip open his dress shirt, buttons flying everywhere as you sank your teeth into his shoulder.

despite his own mind becoming clouded with arousal, rindou focused on your pleasure. every thrust was fast but deep, pushing in as far as he could before pulling out. over and over again, your good boy, he never slacks off on it. because ultimately, it was the way you moaned and praised him, the way he could feel just how good he was making you feel, how tightly your walls closed in on him with every thrust, even the pain from your bite, that brought rindou all the more closer to his high.

your senses was almost fraying from how good everything felt; the way his cock stretched your walls perfectly, every thrust brushing against the bundle of nerves feels like electric running up your spine.

“fuck, fuck rin! fucking me so damn good, ‘m gonna cum,” you moaned into his shoulder, breathe heavy with arousal. “gonna cum so hard on your cock.”

and as his cock twitched at your praise, you feel a sense of pride. the final push over the edge as your walls clenched down on him, thighs and hips trembling uncontrollably as an intense white heat washes over you. mouth falling open in a silent moan, your toes were curled tightly and nails digging deep into his back as you rode out your high.

not able to hold back his orgasm anymore, rindou whimpered quietly, head falling against your shoulder as he releases inside of you. holding you still as he pushes his cock deep into your pussy, his warm seed filling you up.

the room was no longer cold, you noted as you begin to regain your senses. bringing a hand to rindou’s cheek, you guided his face to yours.

“i love you so much,” voice barely above a whisper before bringing his lips to yours once again. swollen and bitten-raw from your previous activities, but his lips still felt soft against yours nonetheless. you could feel the soft tickle of his breath on your skin, his mouth parting slightly to allow you entrance.

rindou could feel his heart trembling, something so incredibly raw about your declaration of affection for him, the desperate way you can’t keep your hands away from him as your tongue searched for his. and for whatever reason that his chest ached, he sought comfort in your hold, in the way simply being near to you eases his mind. his soul craves you in a way he’s never known before, and in moments like this it becomes strikingly clear to him that yours aches for him all the same.

[xobabyalina]

No Control

Tw: Size kink, Pregnant reader, nausea, incest, manipulation, breeding, baby trapping, noncon

This a part to Baby sis! Also thank you for 500 followers!! I hope this ok for the special!

word count: 707

Synopsis: Your head hurts in the mornings, you don’t really know why--maybe you should ask Satori-nii?

Your head hurts so bad. It’s only been getting worse ever since that one day you were with your precious nii-san. You always felt like throwing up in the mornings, you always felt dizzy and you always felt hungry. Every pill that you took never seemed to help. Maybe this time you should ask your nii-san, maybe he would know why?

You walk up the stairs leading to your brother's room, the -pat-pat- of your feet on the ground echoing in the halls. You stop in front of a wooden door. You curl your hand into a fist and knock on the door. Your fist making an obvious -knock-knock-knock-. You always do it three times for luck. You patiently wait for your red headed brother to come out.

You could hear the shuffling of feet from the other side of the door. It got closer and closer until it stopped to open the door. The door opened and once it did you tried to bring the words that were stuck in your throat out but you couldn’t. It was hard to tell something like this to Satori-nii and not to mention embarrassing.

“N-nii-chan, I need to a-ask you something” You eventually muttered out with a stuttering voice. Satori cleared his throat before moving to the side and allowing you to enter. You took your place and sat on the edge of the bed while the redhead stood in front of you. He towered over you, looking you in the eyes expecting something for you to tell him. Though he could already tell it might not be good, but, who knows he’ll have to wait until you spill everything.

“I a-always feel sick in the morning, a-and I feel dizzy too.” You managed to say. Satori had to take a second to process what you just said, but why would you tell him this unless you really thought you were…

“Are you pregnant?” He asked with a straight face. You were astonished with his forwardness; it made you stutter out almost indistinguishable words. “I- what? I don’t know- Maybe?” The words that fell from your lips made tears stream down your face. You don’t want to be pregnant, you really don’t want this!

“Hey, hey, baby why’re you crying? It’s ok,” Satori said while coming up to you and giving you a small kiss on the forehead.

The silence was loud; only the crinkling of the bed could be heard over your light sniffles.

Satori was personally kind of elated. He wanted this to happen.

He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you down on the bed. He was now hovering above you. His slim fingers moved to the hem of your shirt and picked it up until it wasn’t covering your now perky nipples.

You were too busy crying to notice what was happening to you. You really were dumb weren’t you?

You only noticed moments later when your nii-san had his throbbing cock out and pulled up against your pussy lips. Rubbing them and tapping your clit. “Nii-chan s-stop, I don’t want to-this” You said with watery eyes. You always got scared when your nii-chan was going to fuck you. His cock always made it burn and sting but he always knew how to make it better.

“It’s ok baby, you want this. That’s why you're gonna have my baby, right?,” Satori muttered next to your ear while kissing the sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. Your wrists were pinned next to your head if you tried moving them your struggling would be futile. You weren’t strong enough to stop him.

He pressed the tip of his cock into you and you could already feel the sting. The feeling made even more tears glide down your face. Satori stuck his tongue out and licked you salty tears.

“Aren’t you happy I’m gonna be a daddy and you're gonna be a mommy?” He said while groaning when he was halfway in. You weren’t able to reply not when it hurt so bad for you. “H-hurts” You struggled to say.

“I know baby but fuck, you feel so good. You can take it, I know you can,” Satori said while now rutting into you at an inhumane pace.

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[nanami-luvr]

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐍 — 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒

× tw: gun play, sadism, dacryphilia, humiliation, degradation

ꨄ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎

he thinks it's humiliating, how you're willing to let yourself get fucked by a gun. he hears the loud squelching coming from your pussy, and he changes his mind immediately. he thinks you're adorable, all brain-dead and letting him use you however he wishes.

"you're such a whore. i'm fucking you with my gun, yet you're still creaming all over it. disgusting." he angles the gun slightly further up, thrusting it against that spot that makes you all dizzy and weak. you're squealing and shaking, cumming all over his precious gun. with a satisfied smirk, he pulls the gun out of your spasming cunt, unbuckling his belt as he gets ready to enter you.

ꨄ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐈

"you're such a whiny little bitch. do you ever shut the fuck up?" he's got your face pressed into the mattress while he fucks you from the back. he watches the fat of your ass jiggle each time he forces his cock into you, smiling smugly when he realises your tears staining the pillow beneath you.

he tugs you up by your neck, pressing your back fully against against his lean chest. he tilts your chin upwards, admiring the fat tears that trickle down your cheeks. he kisses your temple gently, angling his cock even further in than before. "g'na make you cry even more, 'kay?"

ꨄ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

"shh baby, it's okay. let me make you feel good yeah?" it's gentle and soft, the way he runs his fingers up and down your slit. you can't help but feel butterflies in your tummy, especially with his feathery touches on your cunt. his calloused fingers feel better than expected, the roughness of the pads on his fingers rubbing against all the right places making you jolt in your place.

"ah! feels s' good shin!" your hands reach onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin whenever his slender fingers massage your swollen clit. it feels hot, so hot to the point where you're trembling under his hold from how hard you've orgasmed.

[mulberrysilk]

Feral sukuna but like…calm type of angry? Like the quiet seeping sadism type of angry? Does that make sense kinda

I’m Nani?!? OH WAIT I THINK I GET IT MWAHAH I tried dear anon. Afsgshs I tried. REEEE SUKUNAAA ASK 😭😭😭

Sukuna x f!reader

cw: nsfw, super mean Dom Sukuna, coercion, oral ( male receiving) , sadism, hair pulling, Sukuna likes it when you cry

M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T

Sukuna is probably feral in nature, no surprise there he’s the King of Curses, a sexy demon. But despite that, if his little lamb is being a little disobedient brat, he’ll deeply sigh and recline in his seat. His fury was scorching hot within him but still enamoured at the way you’re fighting against your bound wrists behind your back as you knelt before him, timid eyes not able to look at him, resolved to nothing but the meek girl you really were.

“To think I was being so patient and nice to you,” he clicked his tongue, finger tracing your jaw before he gripped your chin to look at him. “And you had to disobey me like that. What do you have to say for yourself, Hm?”

“I-I’m s-sorry,” you murmured, avoiding his intense gaze, fear crawling up your spine as he looked at you the same murderous way he does to anyone that opposes him.

His brow raised, amused. “You succumb so easily, little one. Where did the fight in you go?” He squeezed your cheeks harshly making your lips part and taking a peek at his face only to see him lick his lips. You clenched your teeth in attempt to shut your mouth, and turned your head away.

Another defiance, he noted with an internal sigh.

How many times were you going to disobey him today?

“So quiet,” he hummed calmly, wrapping his large hand around your fragile throat, your eyes snapping up at him, wide and growing teary with fear. How he loved to see you like this. “Obeying me now won’t let you off without punishment.” Your frantic eyes blinked up at him, pleading him for anything but that. Oh the fear in your eyes make his cock throb.

“Open your mouth, pet,” he commanded, squeezing your throat gently, feeling and smelling the way it made arousal pool in your core. Dirty girl, he mused. He was untying his robes with one hand and his emotionless eyes stared down at you with disapproval to see your mouth still shut. “Don’t make me ask twice.”

You took a shaky breath before parting your lips a little, knowing it’s better to obey him. “Wider.” He squeezed your throat tighter again making you squeal a little. Swallowing your pride, you did as he said, opening your mouth with your tongue poking out.

Sukuna kept his expression stoic, not wanting to give the satisfaction of his praise and approval just yet. He freed moved his robe aside, letting his cock spring free, his size and girth always making your eyes widen just a little more. The red leaking head glared at you but you remained still, his hand still wrapped around your throat and mouth still parted for him.

“You know what to do, don’t you pet?” He cooed in a teasing, mocking manner. You nodded and his grip left your neck, relief washing over you but it was short lived, the more you stared at his thick, fat cock. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

He reclined in his throne, legs spreading wider and cock inching closer to your cute helpless face, taking less than a minute before you wrapped your lips around his bulbous tip, slowly inching lower to take what you can of him. Arousal flowed hot in your veins, the taste of his cock and how hot and heavy it was on your tongue made your cunt flutter. You should be ashamed instead of feeling honoured and proud to be knelt before the King of Curses.

Slowly, you bobbed yourself head up and down his length, struggling to fit all of him in your mouth and down your throat, your eyes tearing up unintentionally. Sukuna was enjoying having you like this, having you atone for your mistake on your knees with his cock down your throat but…you were going too slow.

He combed his fingers through your hair, a shiver running down your spine as his nails grazed your scalp but that almost sweet sensation was ripped from you immediately when he gripped your hair in his fist. “You can do better than this.” He stated ever so calmly. He wanted to laugh at how you moaned around his cock when he pulled at your hair and guided you up and down his cock in the pace and way he liked, guiding you before letting go to wrap his hand around your fragile mortal throat.

“That’s it,” he praised, finally. “Take me like the good little girl you are.”

[bokutoslittlebird]

Hide and Seek

— featuring Matsukawa Issei and Hanamaki Takahiro

Summary: Hanamaki didn’t expect to walk into the middle of a murder, watching his best friend bash in some poor guy’s face. He also didn’t expect to be running from him murderous best friend, adrenaline in his veins as he hopes he’s not next.

Warnings: cnc [consensual non-consent], roleplay, murder, minor character death, chasing, predator/prey dynamic, noncon, broken wrist [by hammer], sprained ankle, sadomasochism, public sex/outdoor sex, possessiveness, crying

Matsukawa’s house was well on the outskirts, away from most people and surrounded by elderly neighbors. He didn’t mind it, always saying he likes the peace and quiet compared to how noisy the city life was and living at home. With him away from the city, it also meant Hanamaki had to get a ride to visit his best friend, while walking part of the way to make it there. It’s getting pretty late at night, so it makes sense that lots of people have their lights off. All except one, the one with lights on inside that was home to an insomniac named Matsukawa.

Well, that’s why Hanamaki was there. Matsukawa slept better when he was there, usually sleeping on a makeshift bed on the floor or even on the couch, sometimes in the bed beside him. Despite the feelings he harbored for the guy, Hanamaki was able to push those aside whenever he needed to, something he’d always been able to congratulate himself for.

Knocking on the door, he waits for an answer. Getting none, he checks the door, seeing it’s unlocked. Matsukawa knew he’d be on his way and kept it unlocked, so he didn’t find this strange. Plus, it’s not unusual for Matsukawa to take midnight showers when he can’t sleep, so there really was no worry or concern, even if Hanamaki thought it was irresponsible. He does lock the door, since he’s here now.

Inside, the house was practically dead. No running of water from the kitchen, no TV turned to some drama, nothing. It wasn’t until he actually listened did he hear some.. thudding coming from the bathroom. Deeper inside the house lies Matsukawa’s bedroom, of which has an attached bathroom. Creeping silently, worry seeping into his veins, Hanamaki comes into the room and sees the bathroom light on, a shadowy figure moving in the light. Moving closer, looking inside, Hanamaki can only look in confusion as he sees plastic covering almost every crevice, plastic wrapping that has some dark red liquid splattered across it.

Moving his eyes further in, he sees Matsukawa standing over a limp body, face bashed in. It’s all Hanamaki can do to not scream in fear, legs feeling weak as Matsukawa lays a bloodied sledgehammer on the covered floor. Beside it lies other tools, some simple working tools while others are found in household kitchens. He watches as Matsukawa snaps off some gloves, running a clean hand through his hair while he looks down at his handiwork.

Whether it’s the horror of seeing a dead body in his friend’s bathroom or the fear of his friend sinking in, Hanamaki can only slowly creep away from the bathroom, knocking into a plastic bottle left behind. “Shit,” he whispers, backing away further when Matsukawa leaves the bathroom. He��s covered in blood, eyes wide when he sees Hanamaki there. No words are exchanged before Hanamaki bolts, adrenaline in his veins while he practically stumbles through the house.

Locking the door was a mistake, he realizes, when he has to struggle with unlocked the small knob while Matsukawa starts moving in, with a clean pair of shoes. With it finally unlocked, Hanamaki runs out the door and slams it behind him, jumping off the porch to run towards the houses. It’s revealed to be a mistake when he sees Matsukawa leaving the house, a small hammer in his grip as he stalks towards Hanamaki. Running up to the nearest house, Hanamaki screams for help, banging on the side of the house. When nothing happens, he panics, looking to see Matsukawa getting closer. Deciding on a new course of action, he hides in the shadows when Matsukawa catches up to him. He’s tall and athletic, able to easily catch up. He slinks around the house, following the path he thinks Hanamaki takes, only to then watch as Hanamaki runs towards the woods nearby.

The woods are dense and most people, especially any children, are advised to stay away because it’s easy to get lost in. The warnings leave Hanamaki’s brain as he runs into them, forcing himself to not check to see how close Matsukawa is. It’s dark and hard to run in, but he manages to do so, feeling his heart thump in his throat as he jumps over a fallen log. That proves to backfire when his foot lands in a hole, sending him to the ground in pain. Gritting his teeth, he holds his ankle as he keeps his body hidden in the darkness, crouched so hopefully Matsukawa can’t see him.

It’s a long shot, but it’s doable, and Hanamaki thinks he’s succeeded when he hears running footsteps come closer and then fade. It feels like a relief that’s short lived when he moves his leg, a small scream as pain shoots through his leg. There’s no way he can make it back to the houses without limping, slowly him down. A heavy sigh escapes him as he feels a tear go down his cheek, mind reeling from the adrenaline high and what he had to witness. No use in sitting around, he manages to get up from his sitting position, only to then fall back down and crouch when footsteps approach.

“Hiro, where are you?” Matsukawa calls out. Hanamaki can see the hammer glinting in the moonlight, feeling bile rise in his throat as he thinks it’s his own murder tool. “Come on out, I know you’re here,” he continues to call, but his voice is low. “I know what you saw was scary, but I promise I won’t hurt you, I just need to explain myself,”

Explain? An explanation won’t fix anything and it won’t revive the dead. Hanamaki covers his mouth to keep from making too much noise, eyes screwed shut as he feels his hand dampen from his tears. Hearing nothing more, movement nor talking, he opens his eyes to glance around. Seeing nothing, he manages to weakly get up, using the log, but when he turns to look behind him, he sees Matsukawa standing there.

Fear shoots through him, trying to run, only to fail and he falls to the ground. Matsukawa is quit to straddle him, keeping him on the ground while he struggles. Pushing against Matsukawa, screaming, trying to knee him off, looking away from his friend, he does everything until he gets tired and the adrenaline wears off. “Takahiro, it’s me! Calm down,” he tries to shush him, covering his screams and pin his arms. When Hanamaki brings up his left hand, slapping Matsukawa across the face, is when he snaps. “Stop being so troublesome!”

Hanamaki stops screaming, briefly, watching as the hammer rises above Matsukawa’s head. Then he’s back to screaming, in pain when he feels his wrist crack, looking to see the hammer against the bone. “You’ll be fine, stop it!”

“Get off! Get off! I don’t want anything to do with you!”

“You don’t mean that! Let me explain!” He begs, forcing Hanamaki to look at him. “Please!” With nowhere to go, he doesn’t really have a choice. Matsukawa sees his struggling simmer down, but his tears increase. With him quiet, he begins to talk. “It was an old bully of yours, no one important. He,” Matsukawa heaves a sigh, shutting his eyes and his hangs low, “wasn’t the only one. I’ve done this to a few of them—”

“A few? A few? Issei, this isn’t you! This isn’t my best friend that I know and lo-” stopping, Hanamaki forces himself to think about the situation.

“It’s me, really. Just a darker side of me, Hiro! I only do this because I’m in love with you! Their lives were meaningless, their deaths were coming sooner or later,” he reasons, but Hanamaki just shakes his head. “Please, I did it for you, Hiro, don’t turn from me,”

“It isn’t- I don’t-!” Hanamaki struggles to say any words, blinking away tears that stain his cheeks. “I don’t want anything to do with you if this is what you do,”

“What?”

“I loved the kind and dorky guy I met in high school, not the murderer you’ve turned into, Issei. This isn’t like you, at least to me,” he gives Matsukawa a look of disgust when he says it. His tone, his words, they make something in Matsukawa snap. With his wrist broken and ankle sprained, he’s useless in trying to get Matsukawa off once more.

“This is me, it’s just a shock to you, is all, you’ll be fine,” he mumbles to Hanamaki, but also to himself. Hanamaki can only squirm and look on in horror as Matsukawa’s hands move down to his pants, fumbling with the zipper and button to discard them. “I wanted this to be special, you know? Our first time,”

“No-!” Hanamaki, now knowing what his plan is, panics and tries to move away. Matsukawa is quick to stop that, pulling off his pants and boxers once they’re undone. Putting pressure on his ankle, Matsukawa forces him to stop moving as his body locks up in pain, a scream of pain as he does.

“This won’t be a problem if you would hold still, you know,” Matsukawa practically sneers, pushing Hanamaki’s legs up and to the side, forcing him to turn. “You should be happy I’m not snapping your legs in two,”

“You’re a monster,” he spits, sending a glare that’s easily shed off. Matsukawa only grins, leaning closer that forces Hanamaki’s legs to bend even more.

“That’s not the whole truth, is it? You think I’m a monster, but you’re enjoying it,” he doesn’t need to clarify the last bit, rubbing his crotch against Hanamaki. It’s enough stimulation to have Hanamaki shutting his eyes as he shivers, holding back a moan. He doesn’t even wanna look down, but a bit more shifting lets him know his cock is hard and laying against his abdomen.

Matsukawa says nothing more as he strips himself down. It’s only when a dry finger enters Hanamaki does the silence break. “Wait, you’re just going to put it in?”

“You seem to enjoy the pain, so why not?” A dark chuckle then follows, before he talks again. “I’ll use some spit if that’ll make you feel better,”

“Spit?” He whispers, feeling some warm liquid on his ass before it’s pushed into his hole. It’s a gross feeling, two fingers curling and rubbing his walls while his cock twitches in want, while his mind is still reeling from the events. Matsukawa doesn’t let him stay in his thoughts for long, removing his fingers and pushing something bigger against his rim.

It’s really the only warning he gets, feeling Matsukawa spit some more saliva on his cock before pushing it into Hanamaki, who’s currently digging his undamaged hand into the ground, keeping his broken wrist close to his chest. Bearing through the pain, Hanamaki manages to force himself to think about something else, something less painful and horrible than feeling Matsukawa’s cock practically throbbing inside of him. The stretch burns, an ache he knows he’ll be feeling tomorrow, if there is one for him.

At this point he’d rather the hammer struck him dead.

Keeping his legs lifted up, Matsukawa manages to thrust into Hanamaki and earn himself a moan in response. “Despite the pain, you’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” Matsukawa chuckles, grabbing Hanamaki’s damaged wrist from his chest. He’s not quick enough to move it away, only able to scream in pain when Matsukawa grips it tight and uses it to thrust up into him again.

Unable to touch Hanamaki’s cock without dropping his legs, Matsukawa decides to just grind his cock into him as Hanamaki struggles to process everything. His head hurts and so do his ankle and wrist, only furthered by Matsukawa’s iron grip. Tears continue to flow out of him, sobs wracking his body with each soft thrust Matsukawa gives him, cock rubbing in all the right places. It’s almost sickening, feeling him so deep inside and pleasuring in all the right ways, but not in the right circumstance.

Each drag of Matsukawa’s cock against his walls has Hanamaki seeing stars, cock desperate for attention as precum beads from the tip, sliding onto Hanamaki’s torso. Despite feeling gross, each grunt of force as Matsukawa fucks into him has him aching for release. Bringing his hand from the ground, he manages to wipe any excess dirt off his hand and wrap them around himself, squeezing the tip as he moans at the feeling. Matsukawa doesn’t say anything, just grinning as he puts more effort into fucking Hanamaki, gripping his wrist harder as Hanamaki’s hand tightens around his cock.

Slamming his hips into Hanamaki, his hips stutter before he lets out a moan, throwing his head back. Hanamaki can only squeeze his cock, biting on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, feeling Matsukawa’s cum fill him up to the brim. Thinking he’ll pull out, he gasps when he feels him start back up. The cum acts as a lubricant, making the thrusting easier as his cock glides into Hanamaki. Each pump and squeeze of his own hand on his cock brings him closer to an orgasm, but he needs an extra push.

Dropping Hanamaki’s wrist, Matsukawa uses both of his hands to adjust positions, pushing Hanamaki’s legs all the way up to his chest while his cock is stuck between his thighs. Without the proper stimulation, he whines as his hand finds the grass underneath him again, squirming. The slapping of Matsukawa’s hips against him also presses against his balls, plus the rubbing against his prostate from Matsukawa’s cock has him seeing stars. With an arch of his back and a strangled moan, his cock is twitching and shooting a thick load right into his face, coating it and his shirt. Only a few more thrusts until Matsukawa’s releasing again, a curse accompanying his moan as he does. When he’s spent, he pulls out to watch the cum ooze from Hanamaki’s hole.

A beat of silence passes before Hanamaki feels a baby wipe on his ass, cleaning up any mess. He laughs, making Matsukawa scoff. “Baby wipes? I kind of expected something else,”

“It was the better option, Hiro. Would you prefer a dry, scratchy washcloth against your sore, red ass?” That gets Hanamaki to shut up, making Matsukawa laugh in turn. “Thought so. Just let me clean you up,”

Once he’s finished doing exactly that, he also helps Hanamaki pull up his pants, keeping him away from the puddle of semen on the forest floor. With a sprained ankle, Hanamaki can’t walk, so he offers to hold the hammer while Matsukawa carries him. Even without the sprained ankle, he thinks the numbing of his legs would prevent it.

“So? Was it to your liking?” Matsukawa breaks the silence, walking out of the woods. The street is just as dead as it was when they left.

“Yeah, I didn’t expect you to actually go in me dry, though,” he mentions, resting his head against Matsukawa’s chest. “Guess we should add that to our checklist next time,”

“I don’t know if we’ll be able to find another time all our neighbors are gone. Well, almost all,” Matsukawa then nods his head in the direction of one house, the light from a bedroom still on. Hanamaki winces, hoping they didn’t hear everything. “A deaf woman lives in there, I’m sure we’re fine,”

“Hopefully. We can explain the situation for almost everything but don’t need any suspicions against what you do in the night,”

“Speaking of which, I still have to finish getting rid of that guy. Thankfully, I locked the door,” he then manages to set Hanamaki on the railing of their porch, taking out a set of keys. “And I brought the keys,”

“Well if you didn’t, I’m not crawling into the basement to unlock the door from the inside,” he huffs, rolling his eyes as he smiles. Matsukawa smiles right back, picking him back up and taking him into the kitchen. They’ll deal with the dead body together, but first Hanamaki has to get his wrist and ankle checked out.

[gingersnaaps]

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there’s something about the way you look when you’re breaking down that makes issei’s cock twitch in his pants.

maybe it’s the tears - fat and silvery, wetting your lashes and rolling down your cheeks. maybe it’s the way you sniffle, chest trembling, hiccupping loudly, each pretty little noise proof of your anguish. maybe it’s the panic and the fear in your eyes.

whatever it is, all issei knows is that he likes it - and that he wants more.

it took a little trial and error and first, but he thinks he’s got it down by now. all he has to do is raise his voice a little - he’s normally so quiet, so reserved and unassuming - and you startle like a wild animal. it’s really cute. alternatively, during sex, when his big hands are roaming all over your body, groping at your breasts and squeezing at your plush thighs, he’s found that if he tightens his grip just a little bit past your pain tolerance, he can extract all these wonderful reactions from you: little gasps, barely-there screams, your cute hands clawing weakly, whimpers of stop, Issei, stop, it hurts so bad, please issei no more no more -

he cups your face in his hands after the two of you fuck, the slick, damp, feeling of cum still sticky on your thighs and tummy, insides all soft and loose from the stretch of his thick cock. he looks you in the eyes, face blank save for the barest twitch of his lips, and whispers horrible, horrible, things.

you’ve got such a nice cunt. shame it’s the only part about you that’s nice.

such a fucking whore. you were squeezing my cock so nice and tight, y’know? only whores do that.

might get rid of you soon. you’ve gotten boring as of late.

every tear that drips through your lashes, every time you wince at his words - issei files it away in his mind for later. he’s going to get off on it.

masterlist // hey anon ily this character + kink combo made me drool

[thatinwardhell]

kill kill

pairing: james ironwood/fem!reader

rating: explicit, mdni

word count: ~2.6k

warnings: gun play, choking, degradation, daddy kink, size difference, semi-public sex, smoking, sadism (?)

notes: imported from my ao3!! originally posted on nov. 17, 2020

crossposted on ao3

james' eyes were dark. you couldn't tell if it was lust or just his naturally serious demeanor taking over or something else, but you couldn't help but be afraid.

"come here." he beckoned from his place behind his huge desk, stars glimmering in the night sky beyond him. you walked forward from your place at the doorway shyly, marble floors of the office shiny beneath your feet.

you walked behind the dest and plopped down in your usual spot on his lap, allowing james to wrap a burly arm around you and tug you closer to his broad chest.

"you know why i called you here," he muttered, keeping a watchful eye on the papers he was filling out. "don't you, angel?"

"yes," you panted, eyebrows furrowed with need. "yes, daddy."

"then you know what you're gonna do," james said coldly, sending a shiver to you. he was awfully mean tonight. someone must've pissed him off. "go on, don't waste my time."

he was still working on his papers when you sunk to your knees before him, slipping under the desk easily. you unbuckled his belt softly, dainty fingers pulling the expensive leather from the metal buckle. james sighed as you nuzzled the inside of his thigh affectionately, and he would have made a cruel remark about how long you were taking to suck him off already, but the gesture was too sweet for him to resist rewarding with a hand on the back of your head.

you mouthed softly at the growing tent in his pants, leaving a small wet patch to be observed as you unzipped his navy blue slacks. feeling a kick of james' metal-toed boots at your side, you got on with it, pulling down the waistband of his boxers. his cock sprung out of his boxers, head an angry cherry red and dripping with precum.

james sighed as you licked the head, hand faltering at his paperwork for just a second. the hand he had kept on the back of your head tightened in your hair momentarily as you took him fully into your mouth, gagging around him.

"good girl," he muttered softly from above you, very clearly more focused on completing the stack of paperwork before him than the fact that you were under his desk, sucking his dick. pushing yourself even more to please him, to earn some sort of reaction out of him, you determined that you were going to take him all the way to the hilt. you relaxed the muscle in your esophagus, pushing him even deeper down your throat, tears racing out of their ducts on to your ruddy cheeks.

you, through your tears, began to bob your head, eyes crinkling in discomfort from his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly.

moving your tongue as much as you could on the underside of his cock, you ran the muscle along the vein you knew he liked having touched, pleased to earn a grunt of approval.

he scooted out from the desk to allow you a little more room to do your work, pulling out a drawer to retrieve a pack of cigarettes. james took a lighter from an inside pocket of his jacket, lighting a cigarette and releasing a puff of smoke.

he gazed lazily down at you, the blue in his eyes hard and rigid. you gazed up at him as you continued, small hands resting on his thighs to keep you grounded at the very least. god, did james look so good, sitting above you, lazily puffing on a cigarette.

his eyebrows were furrowed into a dark glare as he bucked his hips into your mouth, watching as you winced and gagged around him. james dragged you off his dick by your hair, allowing you to gulp in air. he stared intently down at you with those eyes, piercing blue burrowing into your deepest thoughts at that moment. a gentle hand began to swipe a handkerchief across your lips, cleaning the spit and precum off your chin, moving up to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

"continue," james barked, pleased at your obedience to his whims. you attached your mouth to him again, forcing his length down your throat again and again. "good."

his hips bucked up into your mouth repeatedly, borderline face-fucking you. james, somewhere in the back of his mind, felt bad. you gazed desperately up at him, tears rolling down your cheeks from the effort of taking him, spit dripping down on to your clothes, small hands gripping his slacks. despite the image that sat before him, his mind was made up. you would take him 'til he finished, and he knew how you would do anything to make him happy.

of course, james would never dream of exploiting this. you were far too pretty and far too affectionate for him to go about manipulating you. he might've been a bad man, some would consider him a monster, an abomination of the human form. notwithstanding, james was as devoted to you as you were him. he couldn't stand to see you hurt by anyone or anything, much less by his own hand.

there was a gleam in his eyes as he approached his orgasm, a soft reverence to you. some would say that he had the upper hand, maybe even the benefactor of a power dynamic between the two fo you. truth was, no matter how much you denied it, you had james wrapped around your little finger. he was merely a servant to your whim, no matter how much power he liked to express over you when the two of you fucked.

he took another drag off his cigarette, tapping it on the crystal ashtray you had gotten him for his birthday last year. it was simple, but held a special place in james' heart. you slurped messily away at his cock, tongue working its magic on him.

"thaat's right," he groaned appreciatively, tightening his hand in your hair. "take it, slut. show me what a good little cocksucker you are."

you moaned around him, vibrations from your voice drawing a hiss from the older man. james gazed idly at you, a feeling himself getting closer to coming. leaning forward from his idle spot before you, he smirked.

your eyes widened impossibly as james' large hand closed over your nose, restricting almost all breathing.

"make daddy come and you get to breathe," he spoke, bemused. you continued, the dizzying lack off air sending shivers to you. it didn't take long for your tongue to make him finish, the raven-haired man groaning and releasing your nose.

you pulled away and gasped for air, a mix of spit and cum dropping onto the floor beneath you.

"swallow it." james ordered, wrapping a hand around your neck, not to choke, just to feel your throat undulate with the effort of swallowing his cum. you obeyed, swallowing the remaining cum and opening your mouth for him to check, as he always did.

"tongue out." he barked, spitting a wad of saliva into your mouth. keeping his hand on your throat just to feel it go up and down, james leaned back again, releasing your neck from his grip.  you, of course, knew what came next, so you crawled out from under the desk. james, a gentleman even in moments like these, took the liberty of picking you up by your armpits and sitting you down on his huge metal desk. this sweet façade didn't last long as he watched you shiver at the cold metal against your already wet panties.

"do you really think i fucking care if you're cold?" james asked harshly, blue eyes boring into you with such force that you are taken aback for a moment. 'it's fine, it's just the character,' you reassured yourself, 'it's nothing, he's just worked up, is all.'

it was the truth. in any moment other than those, james would have lifted you up again and given you his coat, or rushed to set you down on another surface.

"i asked you a goddamn question, whore." he spat, a vein popping in his forehead beneath the mussed-up mop of black hair.

"no," you stumbled over your words. "you don't care if i'm cold."

"that's right." james grabbed your chin, glaring down at you. "surprised you even got that right, stupid slut."

you pouted, squeezing your thighs together. james' jaw tightened at this, ripping them apart.

"you're really that desperate?" he was fuming. snatching your panties off your hips, james continued to berate you. "you can't fucking wait for me? or are you just so fucking dumb that you can't understand the goddamn rules we put in place, huh?!"

you were crying as he pulled your shirt over your head, removing the rest of your clothes.

"you know," james grunted as he pushed into you, watching you squirm beneath him at the sheer size of him. "anyone could walk in on us right now, couldn't they? see you like this, taking cock like a good little girl. you'd like that, wouldn't you? for someone see you all stretched out and crying like this. dirty whore."

he moved and you completely lost it. this was... new. james had either never been this pissed off about anything or he had never shown you. either way, everything felt better. he was so deep inside you, his cock fitting snugly (which was an understatement, it was a tight fit) inside you.

"fuck.." you heard him curse through his teeth, moving his hips slowly to allow you to get used to him. james gritted his teeth, trying to keep the shred of self control he had left intact, for the sake of not hurting you.

"harder, please, gods! daddy, fuck, i need it harder!" you whined, gazing up at him tearfully.

"you want daddy to fuck your dumb little brains out?" james grabbed your face, spitting again into your mouth and watching as you swallowed eagerly. he pulled almost all the way out, pausing and then ramming himself back in at full force. you screamed, tears mixing with dry makeup on your cheeks. "jesus fucking christ, you are such a little brat bitch, aren't you? you ask daddy to fuck you harder and you cry like a little cumslut when he does. you're fucking pathetic."

james flipped you over harshly, watching you shiver.

"i don't wanna see your fucking face." he slapped your ass with his metal hand, watching you scream in the pain and the pleasure. "you're a sick bitch, aren't you? huh? you get off when daddy hits you. disgusting."

"yes! yes! oh, daddy, i'm a sick little bitch." james smirked as you degraded yourself, watching you move forward with the momentum of his thrusts.

"you're daddy's disgusting, sick, cum-guzzling little fuckhole, aren't you?" your eyes were practically stuck in the back of your head, moans echoing in the huge office. you felt cold metal on your back, suspecting it was his hand, but you didn't know how mistaken you were. "say it."

you moaned instead of answering, rocking your hips back against him. holy shit, you realized. it was his gun.

"you know," james continues, dragging the metal up your back to your neck. "it's loaded."

"umph," you groaned at a particularly hard thrust. "ah-i'm daddy's disgusting, sick, cum-guzzling little fuckhole, FUCK." the gun was at the back of your head. normally, of course, you would be terrified that someone had a gun to the back of your head. but this? it felt strangely erotic, and sure as hell, it felt sick and demented, but that made it all the better.

"that's right, whore." james continued harshly, almost as if the words weren't even for you to get off to anymore, for him. "you really are a sick. little. bitch. aren't you? look at how wet you're fucking getting because i've got a goddamn gun to your head. does that turn you on?"

you were screaming, his cockhead bumping that little spot that made you scream each time he pushed himself back into you.

"huh? does it turn you on that i could fucking kill you right now? you'd let me, wouldn't you, you repugnant little whore." you are babbling incoherently beneath james, convulsing. "come."

and so you did. you curled your toes and sprouted a fresh round of tears, slumping against the desk, basking in your hedonistic glee. james followed you quickly, groaning and setting his gun down, hand gripping your hips so tight you knew there would be bruises.

off, ignwhat had he done? james felt so... disgusted with himself. he held a fucking gun to your head just to get off, ignoring wether or not you felt safe. that was his top priority from the beginning. to keep you safe. to keep you away from the people who would hold guns to your head. worst of all, he had fucking liked it. liked how you trusted him with your life, how you let him do whatever to you.

james stumbled backward into his chair, eyes wide and breathing heavy. you flipped yourself over shakily, only to find your boyfriend gazing at you with a horrified look on his face. you, in the haze of an orgasm, could not recognize this and sat down on james' lap, hissing at the feeling of his rough pants on your still-sensitive clit. you snuggled into his much larger form, kissing the place where his beard met his neck, which you knew he liked.

"you," james paused, arms gripping the sides of the chair harshly. "shouldn't be around me."

you shot up, looking at him with just the same wide eyes. you recognized this look. it was the same one he would get when he sat up quickly in a cold sweat after a nightmare, when he would see something that reminded him of the things he had seen before meeting you, before you had even been born.

"james, what happened?" he got up from the chair, sliding you off his lap. "what's going on?"

"i'm so sorry, i-" he tucked himself back into his pants, zipping up his fly and beginning to collect your clothes from the ground. "gods, what have i-"

"for the gun thing?" you asked, looking content as ever.

"god, y/n, i held a fucking gun to your head, how are you ok with this?" james was confused, looking around the room for any kind of logic.

"i liked it." you smiled, standing up and resting your head against his broad chest.

"you.." james' eyebrows were knitted together. "that doesn't make sense."

"a lot of things don't make sense." you wrapped your arms around him, running your small hands up and down his back. "i dunno, i just liked it. doesn't gotta make sense."

"but i liked-"

"it's ok. you can like it." you hummed contentedly, kissing him through his thick layers of military garb.

james smiled at your reassurance, wrapping his burly arms around you too.

you giggled softly, causing him to pull away and look, confused, down at you.

"i can't take this seriously." you laughed, your smile calming your mountain of a boyfriend.

"and why is that?" james questioned.

"because! i'm totally naked and you're fully clothed! you still have that stupid coat on!" you snickered, clutching your sides.

"the coat," he grunted as he picked you back up so you could sit on his desk again. "is not stupid. it's... classy."

"agree to disagree." you smiled as he put your underwear back on, kissing you every once in a while.

"no," james argued playfully. "i wanna hear more about your rationale."

"well, it's-" you argued, interrupted by a kiss as you held your arms up for your shirt to be put back on. "that's cheating."

all james did was stare at you adoringly, slipping your skirt back up.

"i'm sorry," he spoke teasingly, "you're too pretty when you're arguing with me."

[galvore]

Mean don Nacht n cunt spanks :(

he’s so so mean spreads your pretty pussy apart with his thumbs first to give your clit a sloppy kiss, he has to before he can be mean to his little dolly, slaps your thigh if you squirm :(, calls you a good little bunny before spitting on your cunt and bringing his hand down when you don’t expect it, bites your thigh is you close your legs together and repeats the torture on your poor cunt till you’re crying and sobbing that you’re about to cum, and one last slap before he pulls away wants to see you cum untouched, and you do, it’s not like he’s gonna stop there starts running your clit with his thumb cause he wants to see you squirt, all with a smile on his face like he isn’t being so so mean with youuu

crying. kicking. screaming. wailing.

this is not fair.

[serostuffsmh]

good attention | tomura shigaraki

content warnings: degradation, obsession, creepy behaviour, sadism (verbal), masochism

Honestly, you were the perfect outlet for all Tomura’s pent-up stress, you didn’t even have to fuck anything up. If you were in his line of sights, it was free game for taunts and mockery. And he just loved when you did it back.

Whenever he would say, “crazy bitch.” He’d be met your, “fucking freak.”

Any attention was good attention as long as you noticed him, grimaces, glares, scoffs, scowls, he lapped all of it up with an impish grin. It was just like pulling on pigtails in elementary school, it got their attention even if they did cry or spit insults.

That obsession with your attention seeped into prying into your personal things, he would say it’s to wreck your things, destroy your favourite belongings. Almost akin to an older brother dead set on ruining anything precious to you but really, he was more like the creepy cousin who’d peek at your private drawers.

Between the two of you there was no mutual understanding even if Tomura was your boss, you’d sooner hate-fuck the insolent backtalk out of him than listen to anymore guff he’d give you. And he would let you if it meant you’d use that bright pink toy on him that you like to hide oh-so-well...

[readerinsertz]

NSFW Free Character List MDNI

Yes, will write with any kink:

☆ Haruka (quiet dom)

☆ Makoto (mean dom)

☆ Sousuke (hard dom)

☆ Rin (switch so soft dom, princess and other petnames, bites and markes, daddy, praise, bad brat tamer just pouts at you all sad when you misbehave until you feel bad and apologise, toys, can be sadistic and mean, probably couldn’t degrade you, collars and leashes)

Not right now, but when I rewatch/watch further I may include:

✧ Nisagi

No, never:

✧ Rei

✧ Nitori

as I continue to watch it, I'll probably add more characters

[rintoki]

Neko-sama wanna trail my sharp nails (or claws nyehehe) on mikey’s cock. Neko-sama is in the mood to bring bosses on their knees so they don’t get to act so all high and mighty. Just stimulate his cute cock with only with your nails. He wants more? ..... Eh. Not after the stunt he pulled earlier. Even if he’s behaved, you don’t wanna show mercy either way, because bullying him is much more fun. After all, he said you can use him as stress reliever. And toys don’t speak. Or else you find someone something else new.

So if hearing him begs and having his cute face drench and puffy with tears relieving the anger and stress a bit, then it’s that. If he’s getting noisy just told him to suck the dildo since he wants to suck your cock so bad smh. If he thinks that you’ll be using that dildo on him.... you don’t correct him. Not that you’d use it on him. And if he could cum from you scratching his slit or along his cock, you’d just retracted your fingers away from him. Hearing the louder whine from him made you grin wider.

He can say his safeword, tell you to stop, but he didn’t. So you just keep going. And if he passed out from all the edging, then it must mean that you did good or he’s behind all that endurance training you always did before. Maybe he doesn’t get to cum soon uwu - neko

UUUGHJHH BULLYING >>>>>>>>>

you have to tie his hands behind his back, because he can’t stop trying to touch himself. and after torturing his dumb cock with your nails until it’s all red and leaky, you make him kneel between your legs, seated on a chair with your strap on. mikey automatically opening his mouth for you, but you purposely miss, rubbing the cock on his cheek and face, and he just quietly takes it. big bad criminal boss, kneeling at your feet with your cock on his face, tongue hanging out waiting for you to stuff his mouth.

the pathetic mewls he makes almost make you feel bad. almost. so you shut him up but pushing your cock down his throat, until his nose brushes your navel and his slim neck stretches around your cock. mikey sucks so eagerly, making sure to get it all wet and lubed up so you will fuck his hole. he’s whined so loudly when he feels your foot, at first gently tracing along his cock, but then suddenly stomping down, crushing his cock beneath it. both pain and pleasure shot up his spine, his breathing choked up and he had to pull away to breathe again, coughing as drool and tears dripped out.

you grabbed him by his hair and pulled him to face you, “who said you could stop?” and shoved him to the ground again, where he began to grovel at your feet. you click your tongue in disgust, who knew such a powerful man would be such a giant masochist. looks like you’ll have to spend the night testing his limits

[staranix]

warning tags!!! block what you need. since i have this list now, i will no longer be hiding my dc under read more's (unless it falls under the second group of warning tags)

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