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Illumi zoldyck as Madoka

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being ryomen sukuna's little pet hybrid that he keeps around for personal pleasure (and because he's grown a bit fond of you, but he won't tell you that) must be so nice; here's how i imagine it.

"sit," he commands. and you do, you kneel before him obediently, looking up at him with a sparkle of curiosity in your eyes, your ear twitching. he pushes aside his kimono to reveal two thick, hard cocks. he reaches forward and brings your head to his tips. "both of them, pup. suck." you tilt your head innocently before sniffing them and beginning to lap at them with your long tongue. his eyes roll back as they close and he leans his head back against his throne. when he cums, it lands all over his thighs before you begin lapping that up too. he holds back his laugh as your tongue tickles his skin. "c'mere, sit," he says, gesturing to his lap. you curl up contently on it as he strokes your hair. ♡

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imagine a reader named their pet after their favorite actor who has the same name as a yandere. And not suspecting that he (the yandere) is nearby, the reader begins to call for the pet, I mean: “Chrollo, honey, come to me!”

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Really hoping this hasn’t been done before

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I’m am sooooo sad that there is vary little uvogin content.. like I just want my big strong man to choke me gently (so ya know,,,, I don’t fucking die) and just like give me dick that makes my eyes roll back. And just like take a bath with me after then cook dinner together and just be goofy... Ya feel me?

this is not completelyyy ur request... but i wanted to write it so bad

“Don’t flatter yourself. This is purely to get off.”

As Uvo spoke, there were none of the usual pet names, no ‘babe’ or ‘dear’ or anything even remotely similar. Instead, he was smirking, cruelly looking down on you as he moved. He wasn’t being gentle, slamming into you with a force that hurt and bruised your entire body.

It didn’t matter though.

He was close. He was here. You could feel him, see him, be near him. It didn’t matter that you gasped out in pain with every thrust, or that his expression was anything but gentle or loving. You weren’t alone anymore, and you could actually feel his skin on yours.

You couldn’t remember what you had done to warrant the initial punishment, though looking back it was probably a whole bunch of things you had done wrong. Flinching back from his touch, acting bitter towards him when he tried to speak to you, begging him to let you see your parents or any other of the myriad of things you had attempted as soon as you realized you’d really been kidnapped.

He had been forgiving at first, even laughing at your snappy retorts and bitter mumblings, but somewhere along the way, he had gotten tired of your behavior. He’d gotten tired of you.

Dragging you to a mostly bare room that had thus far been used for storage of your things, he had pushed you in and locked the door. After the initial shock, you’d banged on the door and begged to be let out, but despite two meals a day and a warning to ‘shut the fuck up’, he kept you there for days. 

When days turned to weeks, your resolve and hatred had bubbled away, leaving you completely alone with nothing but a growing need to see anyone, to talk to anyone.

After a few days, you’d started talking to the door, calling out softly to him, hoping and begging he’d answer. Uvo might have kidnapped you, but after days and nights of loneliness, you started desperately missing him. Every sweet nothing, every re-assuring touch, every time he held you after a nightmare all reverberated through your mind.

It took only a few more days before you were completely sure you loved him.

His hands now rested on your thighs, though again his grip was anything but gentle, merely using your thighs as leverage to go deeper. A part of you was still hurt by this treatment, especially considering the pain that was seeping through you, but the majority was overjoyed, tears running down your face as your hands reached out for him.

He merely scoffed at the attempt, removing one of his hands from your thighs to slap your hands away.

Again, it hurt, especially when his current attitude was so different from what he had been like before. He knew he had been incredibly intimidating, especially to you, but he’d tried so hard to get you to like him: making your favorite meals, giving you gifts he knew you’d like, patting your head whenever you did something he liked.

And you had responded with hatred, refusing the food, throwing away the gifts and only giving in to his affection when you really needed it.

Had you ruined it?

The way he was currently fucking you certainly provided ample proof. Every reach for him was deflected, your body pushed down into the bed and hurt. This wasn’t the lovemaking the two of you had participated in whenever you were at your lowest and needed company, this was him using your body to get off. 

He hadn’t prepared you, merely barging into the room and throwing you on the small bed in the corner. His size meant that it had hurt immensely, and he’d cursed at you for quite a time before he was able to completely bottom out. He hadn’t taken any notice of your cries, or the way the sheets had started staining with blood.

“You were acting like such a bitch earlier, and look at you now-“ He taunted, slowing down his pace to a halt. The constant assault being put to a stop filled you with relief, though the thought of him leaving you made you instantly panic. Trying to get him to move again, you moved your hips against his, to his utter delight. “Did you miss me?”

It was probably a rhetorical question, but in your panic, you didn’t realize and  nodded, tears still pouring out of your eyes.

Uvogin hummed for a while, still not moving. “How much did you miss me?”

Before your mouth could open to say something, one of his hands left its place on your thigh, wrapping itself around your neck. Feeling his fingers press into your neck gave the entire cruelty a new dimension. Unable to even breathe, you gasped out nothing as he started moving again, his thrusts even harsher than before.

His fingers curled into your skin, and for a second you thought he would really kill you.

Uvogin certainly could, as he had shown many times. Even without his freakish strength and unnatural senses, you couldn’t have escaped anyone his size anyway. He was 8ft 6 for god sakes. Everything about him seemed impossible to even rebel against, though as you laid there gasping, hoping for the return of even the slightest kind touch but taking this if he offered nothing else, you weren’t rebelling in the slightest.

Your hands wrapped around his, not even pulling, just touching.

“Nod if you learned your lesson.”

Your eyes bore into his as you felt the edges of your vision blurring, though he seemed not even close to stopping. His expression stood serious, and none of the earlier lust was really apparent in anything but the harsh snaps of his hips.

You tried to nod, despite the fact that his hand still pressed down on your neck. Everything hurt, everything ached, his thrusts in you too painful to really feel pleasure, but it was still so much better than laying in the dark by yourself. Maybe if you were good, things would return to how they were. You wouldn’t fight this time, he could have everything.

Just like he wanted.

A small smirk returned to his face and a bit of passion returned to his motions.

“I knew you’d see it my way eventually, babe.”

Just before darkness took you over, his fingers still completely cutting off your air supply, he suddenly let go with a soft groan. With the warmth filling your insides, you knew exactly what had prompted him to do so, feeling him ride out his orgasm with shallow strokes.

Gasping out for air, your back arched up, and Uvo leaned down, snaking his arm underneath your back. As he pulled out, he pressed several kisses to your neck, and the mere softness made you cry all over again, though not out of pain.

Your legs trembling, your entire body covered in bruises and the warmth leaking out of you were just the left-overs of his use of you, but as you felt him close again, this time with the gentleness you had missed so dearly, you knew you hadn’t messed up forever. You could get it back. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him as close as you could.

He laughed as you did so.

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Hello

Sorry, but do you write um…light non-con?

I mean this type of sexual cruelty that consists of psychological violence rather than physical. When reader cries because the person she hates makes her cum. She is constantly tormented by a feeling of guilt for the fact that every time she trembles and moans from the touch of a disgusting madman, who took everything from her.

Have a nice day (or night) btw :3

I do, and I love it

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Help, there was a uvogin x reader fic where he locked reader in a room bc he was annoyed and the fic is him just using her to get off

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hunter x hunter right now

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you have to outlive donald trump

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FEITAN PORTOR I BEGGGGGG

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yan shalnark who gives you the unplugged controller so he instantly wins whatever fighting game you're playing... a travesty. a crime.

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take me to art museums and make out with me

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hisoka i can’t keep defending you like this …….

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Franklin would pull up and finger blast (😏) trump all the way to hell

Comforting myself during the election by telling myself that if the Phantom Troupe were real they would never let this happen, they love the girls gays and theys too much

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can you do headcannon of the adult trio what kind of rapist they are?

I don’t know what this means 😭

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Hisoka looks so beefy

November 4th Togashi tweet!!