#🧸.dubcon

[darlingpwease]

It was me! I kidnapped Yuuta, fucked him full, and tied him up! he's not leaving till I get him pregnant >:3c

⌞ 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 ⌝

you were sure that someone as perfect as he was was given to you by fate — and you couldn't afford to miss him, even if someone found your methods... "radical".

CONTENT WARNINGS: unhealthy behaviour (kidnapping), established relationship [?], power imbalance, pet names, begging + drooling + crying, heavy talk about pregnancy & family-making, mind break [yuuta]

dubious consent (dubcon), somnophilia, sex marathon, heavy petting, unprotected sex / heavy breeding, dirty talk + possessive talk, belly bulge + deep penetration (cervix fucking), treatment (biting, mild choking g.), praise (g., r.), multiple orgasms (g.), hyperstimulation (g.), bondage (g., tied hands), forced orgasms (g.), fingering (g.), cum inflation (g.), mild degradation (g.), worshipping (r.)

WRITING STYLE: drabble (interlude + main chapter), ±3000 words; referencing yuuta's genitals as a 'hole', 'labia' / 'lips', 'womb', 'juice' / 'cum'

DARLINGS: yuuta okkotsu x reader; dom!reader, top!reader, dark!reader, dark!yuuta okkotsu

note: meanie,,, meanie!!! bring malewife back!!!!!</3333

Even despite power and usefulness, even despite tender maturity and loving gentleness, even despite external coldness and 'coolness' — Yuuta was still the same shy, timid sweetheart, looking at you with adoring doe eyes, catching your every glance, willingly following you anywhere, but blushing when you expose "too much" skin, especially if you touch him, forcing him to hide in a corner just to not look quite pathetically desperate. It doesn't matter how long you've been together, but it always seemed as if he would never be able to take you calmly, even if you one day start dating like normal persons, instead of awkward courtship and emotionally affecting games in which there are never winners, even if his sad puppy-dog eyes always make you wonder when is the right moment to ask him.

You didn't consider yourself particularly timid, especially when he tried so hard to show the green light, practically jumping into your hands, breathlessly offering you beautiful things as some kind of gifts to the deity, following you like your shadow, trying to snuggle up to you and asking if you have a type with a face so hot that you were worried for the first time, was there still embarrassment or is it already a fever; damn it, Yuuta gets up early in the morning to cook food for you, always brings you drinks, shivers slightly when touches your skin and always insists on using reverse technique so that you are safe and he knows that everything is fine with you; he calls you to ask you to meet him at the airport, makes sure that it is a convenient time for you during calls, regularly writes to you and sends photos, remembers all possible and impossible things about you, including the most insignificant, but whenever it seemed to you that now, it's time, the right time has come,

Yuuta ran away.

Sometimes metaphorically, sometimes literally, if you were too intimate and aware of this intimacy, letting him know what you want to talk about when press him into a corner, no longer reacting to his unconscious attempts to become even smaller than you — he immediately tries to hide, like a rabbit in front of a fox, regardless of whether it was really a "corner for negotiations" or a gentle purr about the need to discuss something important. If you were a little less knowledgeable, you'd think he's just not interested in relationships, but whenever Yuuta mentions his type (whose description surprisingly resembles you), or that he thought about starting a family "with someone strong enough and ready for such a step", or that he 'would like to stay with you forever if it means that you will never be apart', — you can't get rid of the obsessive feeling that he is trying to say something by playing hot-and-cold, but you might as well have turned to Gojo for love advice to understand why your beloved behaves like a clingy puppy to immediately start avoiding and hiding when you try to check.

Because, you are sure, one eccentric man definitely understands an equally eccentric guy who will eat from your hands and let you do whatever you want with him, following you into fire and water, allowing you to manage him and his fate on your own, but once you offer him a confession — and he is no longer here, as if you were a leper or crazy, seeing something shameful dirty in these innocent things. It will be wrong if he gets naked in front of you or sees your underwear, but if it's others, then it's absolutely fine; hey, if someone needs help, he will always help, he likes to help and be helpful, even if it's something creepy and strange like "please, let's exchange festival t-shirts, I like your... design... more," because Yuuta doesn't care about such details and he's 'not so shy to worry about his half-naked body' — as long as you're not looking, of course.

If someone bothers you, they should be driven away or scared away, but don't get him wrong, there's nothing strange about that — people can't be completely trusted, they want to scare you or take you away, but Yuuta won't let them, keeping you as the most precious thing he has, like a dragon pining over gold, and if he's not careful, someone will steal you, or even kidnap.

... He is being dramatic? He's not, he's not dramatic, and he's not possessive, and he's not fixated, and he's not weird, and he's not creepy, and he's absolutely not crazy about you at all — this is, this is security, and even if you're strong, even if you're potentially stronger than him, you have to be safe and hidden, do you understand? Next to him, letting him wrap around your arm, seeing everyone who is trying to get close to you, knowing that only he will always stay by your side while others will come and go. You're his, and he's yours, — but it's, it's not weird, and it's not wrong, and he's, he's keeping himself under control, do you see? He is safe, he is normal, he is absolutely adequate and he will be anyone, if that means he will be with you, no matter what he wants, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease

DON'TLEAVEHIM

He's going to be a good boy.

The best boy.

The most obedient, gentle, harmless, innocent, weak, affectionate, patient, quiet, unpretentious,

the goodest boy.

He won't be demanding, he won't be stupid, he won't be needy or clingy, he will be the one you dreamed of, anyone you dreamed of, and will do whatever you want; maybe, maybe Rika taught him a thing or two, and maybe he himself has learned more a few, but he will be the very very very most most most most most

Your touches are like a burning flame,

almost illuminating everything in the semi-darkness of the room,

even when they are so weightless, almost sliding over his fabric while you hide face in his shoulder, thoughtfully stroking him, as if not paying attention to his ruddy face, which quickly becomes nervous from the realization that you are too thoughtful today. It's not that you've never been thoughtful, but you've never been so absorbed, as if trying to make a choice while playing with the clothes, easing the internal tension. For a moment he wants to ask if he is the cause of your current mood, but instead he starts breathing shorter so as not to disturb you, feeling breath on his neck, but not understanding whether he should stop you or watch where it leads, even if your fingers slide to the button — but makes a decision when covers it with palm when your fingers touch.

Yuuta can't help but tense up, feeling that the atmosphere is becoming more oppressive, but when you take your hand away, he hurriedly presses it back, looking at you with a complex expression, not letting you unbutton it, but also preventing you from leaving, feeling an unpleasant disgusting tangle in heart. It's not like he's playing with you, right? He's sincere, he wouldn't mind you unbuttoning his jacket and everything right now, but you, well, you can't. Not now. Not in the near future. He needs to deal with, uh, this first, and... only then you can do whatever you want.

You could hug after that, or even kiss, if you let him; maybe you would stop at holding hands, not wanting to move on, or, well, let him sleep with you not only "just in the same bed", but also sleep like not sleeping, but awake all night night, being alone and not turning on the light. Maybe you would like to call this relationship something like "dating", or "engagement", or "friends with benefits", or "marriage". Maybe you would like to live together and put things together like some kind of... family.

Maybe.

“Ah?! I— I don't— I don't know... I mean— I don't have anyone right now who would be willing to start a family with me, but if someone wanted to, then I would.”

“Pregnancy and children is a little... too much, and I do not know if I can be a parent, but if anything, then I... would like a baby if my spouse wanted to.”

“I am, I am ready to become a good parent — I can become a good parent, and for the sake of our child I will be as good as possible!.. "Our child", I mean, mine and my spouse's... yes... Just so it doesn't sound weird... Not in the sense that the thought of 'our child" sounded wrong, just... Oh.”

“No, no, it's okay, I trust you! You always do everything just for me; I know you care about me. I care about you too, I would like to always help you and be there for you if that's what you would like too.”

“Even if you give me poison, as long as it's from your hands, I'll willingly eat it...”

“... mhm...”

Yuuta is soft, sweet — both outside and inside; especially when his face is so rosy, with trembling eyelashes, breathing heavily when your hands touch his delicate skin, shaking even from the feeling of your breath on it; even if he is almost always cold, freezing, needing a lot of clothes so that his thin long fingers are not comparable to ice, inside he is hot and wet, so sticky that you are not sure that you can pull fingers out of him when gently push them, letting the juice leak due to the incessant trembling from another orgasm. His clit throbs as you continue to rub it, stretching his tight hole, taking care that the juice and lube inside make him perfect for later — you haven't even started yet, this is just preparation, even if you feel like you're starting to go crazy, wanting to fuck his slutty needy hole and stuff it so that his stomach will become full with you, impregnated by you, until the only thing Yuuta can think about is you and how soon you will make him bred again.

His body is beautiful, delicious, perfect, with wet soft thighs, on which red lines appear when you squeeze them, and the pretty gentle face, so serene that you can't help but want to kiss him — especially when he whines softly, as if restraining himself, while you touch, rub, squeeze, intoxicated realizing that if Yuuta were conscious, he would blush even more, looking with shiny wet eyes at how you push fingers into his greedy hole, forcing it to make even more squelching sounds, so loud that even his breathing and moans when you touch his clit, so red and swollen from hyperstimulation, cannot drown them out. Inside, Yuuta is slippery, wet, so hot and so messy that you probably didn't even need lube when his juice flows through your fingers again, mixed with his cum, flowing out again and again to ease your thrusts, needing to squeeze everything out of you and make sure you cum right in his womb, stuffing and filling to the brim when his body is ready for breeding.

His ovulation is in three days, — not so long to wait, — but you know that even so, if you cum inside today, filling up until your cum starts to flow out of him just from the fact that you lightly press on his soft belly, then Yuuta will surely get pregnant with you, with your baby, who will mature in his needy womb. The higher the amount of cursed energy in the body, the lower the fertility, especially for sorcerers, especially for the likes of you and him, but you have more than enough time to make sure that sooner or later Yuuta will become the parent of your baby, even if you have to fuck him every day and night until his body becomes addicted from you, whining loudly like an animal in need every time you thrust into his pliable hole, drooling while you bite his skin, arching backs so that it's easier to hold on to his hips, longing only for you to fuck him senseless, no matter whether you make him throw his legs over your shoulders, put him on all fours, let him lean on a tree — it doesn't matter as long as he is full of you as deeply as ever.

When Yuuta pulsates again on your fingers, squeezing, pushing his thighs apart to take deeper, letting the juice flow even faster down your palm and thick labia, you know that he has cummed again, but you don't stop, continuing to stroke his trembling hypersensitive body, ignoring even the way he whimpers, as if he is about to finally wake up and look at all the mess he has made, seeing how many times he shamelessly cummed on fingers while you were playing with him, treating his body like your toy, tying his hands tightly enough to easily be able to bend him into a mating press or make him to ride you, easily serving you to the wet sounds of his leaking juice, soaked his thighs and labia, taking you all the way, — and understanding what you will do next when you leave hands on his hips, not letting him get out,

as if he would let you.

Yuuta has never felt so painful, so wet, so stretched and so hot when his body is so painfully empty, even though Yuuta feels himself being gently squeezed — but this caress only makes eyes water from too many sensations, drooling from itchy emptiness and being crushed by sensations, not understanding what is happening to him besides how painfully sensitive his clit is, that even careful rubbing makes him whine, wanting to pull knees to his chest if his thighs weren't so soft and trembling, being able to only awkwardly squeeze someone's body between in an attempt to stop them, but even when his glazed eyes look at you, you can't help but feel elated, knowing what will happen next, unlike him, vaguely whining something because of confused mind, realizing that you are in front of him, but being unable to understand what is happening; even when his legs are on your shoulders, while Yuuta feels even more empty inside, feeling his hole throbbing with the need to continue, and the fact that this need only further clouds his mind, vaguely realizing that you want to 'do something' and no longer trying to stop, only warms you up more.

His eyes are wet, shiny when you reach for a kiss, squeezing his thighs with hands, gently asking if he is ready for you, you are about to breed him, and you want him to watch this; after all, this is your first time, even if you definitely spend a lot of time together in the future, especially if his womb is reluctant, — and Yuuta only looks at you with glassy eyes, breathing heavily, definitely realizing what is happening and why he is in such a position, but being unsure whether he should say "stop" or let you fill his hole prepared by you, letting you make your baby inside of him, which will bind you to each other forever,

just like he wanted,

because of which you will have no choice but to choose him and stay with him, having more and more children, making him your husband and part of your family,

AS YOU ARE OBLIGED TO

you chose that, right?

you have to take him with you and make him yours

just like you are hugging him in your arms now, hearing hot breath, feeling how his hole is about to take you inside and up to the womb, which you have to fill until the calendar on phone informs you that 'period delay is too long', his pregnancy has surely come while he is whining from another orgasm.

“I'm, of course I'm ready!.. I— I want your baby; I need you to do... it... inside. In my... w-womb and, like, in my... in me — until I'm yours.”

The velvet walls of Yuuta envelop you when you fill with one push, ignoring how he almost suffocates, instantly feeling so full that his not yet restored mind is crushed again, obeying the need to be fucked until his hole starts to hurt, even if it means losing consciousness from how sensitive his swollen clit is, responsive even to light contact with your skin, which is why he squeezes you tighter, wanting to force you to stay inside and move at the same time until he begins to suffocate from the intensity, hiding his head in your shoulder or in a pillow — it doesn't matter as long as you fuck him without a break, encouraging to humiliatingly cum even if Yuuta doesn't want to anymore, but can't fight with himself, crying with sick delight, forcing him to squirm under you and awkwardly move hips towards you.

Your second push is rougher, deeper, to such an extent that he can feel his stomach filling up with you, even if his uterus seemed too far away before — he can't help but realize with unhealthy delight that you can certainly reach it and rest against it, especially if he tries to throw his knees just a little higher on your shoulders, helping in breeding only by the fact that his soft pliable hole will give you more delicious friction, making you want to get as deep as possible into his slutty hole and cum, as if if you don't do it, then you will die, being unable to even make him scream from fucking senseless, until he's only able to keep his mouth open to grab air. His face is wet, hot, red, looking at you with delight, trying to kiss with whimpering, then at how you drive into him with a squelching sound, breeding his hole, squeezing only so that you stretch him again, ignoring even his inarticulate pleas for 'more' and 'deeper', 'cum inside', 'make me a baby'.

When Yuuta can't do it anymore, rolling eyes pitifully, feeling how his body, exhausted due to orgasms, can only greedily obediently accept everything you give, letting you do whatever you want — squeezing and biting, kissing, licking while he is vaguely realize that you are already close, ready to stuff womb, kneading his hot sensitive body, reacting even when everything before his eyes is floating, being unable to cling to anything other than the thought that you are about to cum inside, perhaps to the point that everything will flow out of him, considering how tight and easily squeezing he is, as soon as you leave his hole for a while, making him feel lonely, whining until you continue; teasing him, pushing the tip only to hear his whimpering and complaints mixed with pleas, enthusiastically shouting your name and how good he is, how good you are, how his whole body feels great while you hold him so close, needy kissing to drown out the flow of praise and adoration, soon becoming many times more intense and unstable with pleas to leave him filled with you forever, never make him be lonely and empty, he can't live without what you gave him today, he can't live without you, please please please please,

“Please please please please please please—”

make him think only about you,

which are interrupted when Yuuta becomes hoarse in his voice, enthusiastically realizing that you are cumming inside him, hugging tightly to you, so warmly and intimately, so close that his heart can't help but flutter, feeling your smell and the way your heart beats while his womb is gradually filling up, more and more, until everything it doesn't start to flow out of him — just so that you don't stop kissing him, ignoring even whiny sighs about when his skin is soaked with your cum.

... When you carefully slip out, Yuuta is almost close to a disappointed moan, if there were at least a little strength in his body, but he can only relax like a rag doll, letting you snuggle as you feel comfortable, carefully pushing the leaking sperm inside — and almost immediately pushing inside stretched hole, taking care of so that nothing leaks out until you wake up to breed him again, wetly kissing his hot face; Yuuta tries to respond in kind, but instead his body responds with sweet pain, which he first wants to cure, but then allows himself to relax, letting you instead hug and hold tightly to you, whispering how good Yuuta is, so obedient, it won't take long to make him pregnant, and these the words respond with warmth in his chest, hearing that you really plan to create a family with him, even if he is like that.

But one more kiss makes him forget about it, vaguely realizing that his hands are still tied — not that it would be a problem for him to untie them,

but instead he obeys, settling comfortably for sleep when your arms are wrapped around his waist. After all, he can always talk to you about it later; after all,

you now have all the time in the world.

[sserasin]

bff!jake who sends their sex tapes and nudes to any boy reader gets close to or asks out so she would be his only !!!

- 🧸🎀

marking territory

cw nsfw under cut, noncon/dubcon, female reader, bff!fwb!jake, unprotected sex (he pulls out n cums on reader), he records with consent and sends it without consent(or knowledge), dehumanizing kinda, brief mention of cravity minhee and hyeongjun, orgasm denial

“i—it’s not nice,” you whine, pawing at his shirt. jake chuckles, grabbing your wrists with one hand and bringing them up over your head.

“yeah? well it’s not nice when guys try to get with my girl when they know she’s mine,” jake’s grip tightens, slowly rocking his hips into yours.

you let out a pathetic sob, eyes scrunching shut as you weakly bang a fist against his chest, but words stubborn as ever like he’s not filling you up to the brim— “i’m not yours!”

jake’s free hand grabs your face, turning you to look him in the eyes. your core tightens at the look on his face, feeling your cheeks puff up from the hold he has on your cheeks. “so i’ve gotta show you, too, huh?”

before you can ask what he means, his thrusts become quicker, rendering you speechless. broken moans leave your mouth, eyes squeezing shut as a way to ground you as he quite literally splits you in two.

unbeknownst to you, jake’s head turns to where his phone sits and he lets go of your wrists to grab it. he quickly slides his thumb on the screen, switching to video recording and raising it above your body.

“did you like when minhee said you were pr—pretty?” jake grunts in between pants, and your brows furrow, eyes fluttering open to stare at him. you realize he’s recording you, but you had already told him previously he could— whenever. you dismiss it, staring up at him through lidded eyes. you could barely register what he was saying, with his cock hammering into you repeatedly. “i’m surprised hyeongjun didn’t come in his p—pants right there when you touched his— damn— arm.”

a shriek leaves your lips as the knot in your stomach tightens, tears slipping down your cheeks, “j—jake—”

“what better way to mark my territory than to ruin it?” the camera is shaky, but it’s light enough in the room that it gets your face and entire body in the frame. he moves the camera to get his cock sliding in and out of your puffy, abused pussy. juices squelch noisily and he can see the print of his head in your lower abdomen, and his eyes flutter shut. he groans, rutting up into you, “sh—shit—”

jake forces himself to pull out of you, pumping his cock with one hand and focusing the camera on your face with tears still trailing down. he comes with a short whimper, as if he’s biting it back. thick streams of cum land on your face, getting your eyelashes, cheeks, and mouth. your eyes blink open, sticky white on your lashes as you look up at him, “i didn’t—”

“shh,” jake shushes you, rubbing the head of his cock over your lips and smearing his come. “i’m not done with you, yet.” he ends the recording, tossing his phone back on the table.

hours later, as you’re passed out beside him in his bed, he makes sure to send the video to both minhee and hyeongjun, smirking when the read receipts turn from delivered to read.

neither boy looked your way ever again, much to your confusion and jake’s delight.

[bratdykebarbie]

hehehehe last night we were just chilling on my bed, talking about whatever, and I said “I maintain my innocence”

and she just laughed and said “yeah okay, I know the truth”

and I kept it up, telling her I’m so sweet and innocent and would never be bad 😇

and I knewwww I was making her sooooooo riled up and finally when I was satisfied with my work I looked at her and said

“prove it”

and less than five seconds later I was on my back,

looking up at her absolutely feral eyes as she yanked down my shorts & underwear and threw them on the floor,

then pulling off her own clothes to mount herself between my thighs and torment me with her cock brushing against me but not actually fucking me

and well I got to make myself cum with the 🪄 (while whining “mommymommymommy please please please oh fuck!!!!”) and then get fucked 🥰

so yeah I got a gold star in brat behavior last night ⭐️

😇🥵✨🥰💖🥰✨🥵😇

love y’all 🫶

[antoncore]

yess wonbin freak agenda, i could see him iniating like ice play or wax play or different toys and maybe neither of u end up liking it enough to do it again but it’s fun to try things together<3 also back to ur camboy hc, thinking about if he invites u over one night and dubcon warning but

he starts touching you and kissing you, eventually sinking his fingers into you while you jerk him off before u realize he’s livestreaming it.. shows u the comments like “they love you, baby” .. also sub x sub action with him, masturbating together and pathetically rutting against each other to try and both get each other off :(

- 🧸 anon

you get a lil scared since you realise the camera but wonbin just reassures you as he keeps fucking you with his fingers, whispering all the praises from the comments to calm you down. and sub x sub oooh that’s a weakness of mine… listening to whatever the comments tell the two of you to do bc you’re both so obedient <3 he tells you that it’s like you were made for this n asks if you can just record together everyday which ofc u accept

god pls keep the camboy content coming i love it dearly

[cowboywithacunt]

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INFO ABOUT ME ;

🐎 I'm Harvey! 22, transgender (FtM), he/him, bisexual, country boy who's learned to embrace it as a thing people are into lol. Currently living on the west coast, originally from Georgia. I'm fat and hairy and masc, take it or leave it. 5'5". Deer boy tbh 🦌

🐄 I'm strictly masc, have been on T for about 4 years, and I got top surgery done last summer. I don't have bottom surgery, and probably never will.

🐎 I'm happy to be a dom or sub for any and all genders! I enjoy both roles equally. Same goes for topping and bottoming. I'm about as versatile as a guy can get!

🐄 Asks and dms are open to anyone who's interested!

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🐎 CNC; includes rape play, dubcon, somnophilia, intoxication, primal play, and kidnapping.

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🐎 Humiliation and degradation; includes exhibitionism, voyeurism, pet play, free use, and force fem/masc.

🐄 Monster fucking; werewolves, vampires, tentacles, you get the picture. May include non-human genitalia references.

🐎 BDSM; mostly pertains to bondage, but some light impact play might also be present. Nothing beyond spanking or slapping!

🐄 Overstimulation and understimulation; too many orgasms and not enough orgasms. Edging included in this.

🐎 Breeding; specifically in terms of big messy creampies and crazy wild sex, not pregnancy.

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🐎 Heavy blood, gore, death, necrophilia.

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🐎 Detrans, misgendering.

🐄 Choking, beating.

🐎 DDLG and similar kinks that focus on infantalization.

🐄 Race play; if someone wants to call me a stupid little white boy or something, that's fine, but anything even edging towards white supremacy isn't cool with me

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🐎 Sir, mister, bitch, faggot, whore, slut, masc terms, sweetheart, darling, buck

🐄 Dick, cock, t-dick, clit, cunt, pussy, chest, hole(s)

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If you're not sure about something, just ask! I don't bite!

[darlingpwease]

AAAHHHHANDOQLWM YESS YES YES

I love ur mind omgomg–

Locking him up all for yourself,, cherishing him all the time <33

He trusts you, so he knows this is for his own good, right?? You are the only person he can be with. You are the only person who will take care of him the way he deserves. You are the only one for him. And he is the only one for you. He sees that, right??

Although kidnapping bringing him home might have caught him off guard, he will love it, right? He is where he belongs. He knows that. He must.

And when he indulges you?? AAA fuck it's so cute <333 he just can't help but feel so happy when he sees how much you adore him, even if it's in a... unique way.

He adores it so much that he can't help but only want you, so much so that he hasn't even thought about yelling his friends that he's alright (not that they're here anymore to ask, but that's okay)

The kisses exchanged definitely are more enough for him to happily stay here all for you <333

-panna cotta

SEPARATION ANXIETY

next to you I'm not myself; next to you I'm yours

CONTENT WARNINGS: unhealthy behaviour, established relationship, mild touch starvation, kidnapping, pet names (puppy-like♡), power imbalance, fingers in mouth [once; yuuta], from lovers-but-not to lovers-but-red-flag, mild size kink / size difference, collaring [yuuta], mention of drugging [?] [yuuta]

dubious consent (dubcon), heavy petting, mild somnophilia [?], rough treatment, belly bulge + deep penetration, dirty talk + possessive talk, sex marathon / hypersexuality, unprotected sex / breeding, praise (g., r.), multiple orgasms (g., r.), bondage (tied hands, yuuta), hyperstimulation (g.), fingering (g.), cum inflation (g.), mild orgasm denial (g.)

WRITING STYLE: drabble + headcanons (2sfw + 3nsfw), ±6000 words; yuuta's genitals are ambiguous ('cum', 'juice), reader's genitals are ambiguous but implied as a 'dick' ('cum')

DARLINGS: yuuta okkotsu x reader; dom!reader, top!reader, yandere!reader

NOTE: more a random set of thoughts than something conscious, but you know... you know... also thank you for responding,,,,, mwah♡

Yuuta was small and gentle; anxious, timid, but very caring and affectionate, nervous even if you caught a common cold (anxiously asking if you are dying and what he can do for you), clinging to your hand when you watch a horror movie (under Maki's snide laugh when Toge tries to do the same, together with Yuuta, fearfully hiding with the help of you), — but always finding words and actions to calm and caress, as if you were stroking a cute fluffy puppy that brought your favorite thing and now trying to curl up on your lap to remind that you're loved.

Perhaps, for a bigger entourage, he lacked only a T-shirt with your name circled in a heart, and a glowstick — like those that are waved at idols' concerts to the beat of songs. Even if you could not call yourself an idol or any celebrity, Yuuta made you feel that way from the moment when you've met; he looked with doe eyes, having previously managed to make a mistake wherever he could and only hoping that you came with good intentions — and look absolutely smitten when you only offered help and some food, seeing that he couldn't even enjoy his snack, lying somewhere on the ground.

... Maybe you were too involved with him, especially when even Maki points this out, teasing almost reproaching for how involved you have become with your new, hm, friend, constantly dragging everywhere with you — and not that it was a problem that he became a new member, but that you would rather refuse to meet with them than allow Yuuta to be more than a few hours without you, as if afraid that he might disappear if you stay without him for a while.

But regardless of what they thought, you just couldn't stop being maybe a little too involved with him, even if he no longer needed such aggressive patronage — it's not that you asked him and it's not that Yuuta was against spending almost every free time with you, making you feel more and more fascinated by those little things like how he was doing volunteering, wrapped himself in a blanket almost to nose, was constantly freezing, liked to cuddle and often hid a cold nose in your neck, falling asleep as soon as you hugged him, although on normal days he could write to you at four o'clock in the morning because he could not sleep.

(It's not that Yuuta cares about himself more than necessary at all, preferring takeaway food, energetics and not sleeping until everything is done, always looking as if a little more and circles under his eyes will become bags.)

You start 'dating' closer to winter, when "random kisses", hugs all night, timid contact of fingers and pathetic in its obvious flirting starting to annoy both of you (in addition to others), while the courtship was no longer so satisfying, even if things, which he still brought to you like some kind of gifts to the deity, only got better and better. Besides, not only the gifts became more beautiful: it was pointless to deny that Yuuta was only getting prettier and prettier every day, attracting more attention, like a fragile decorative rose blooming, only thornless — and therefore even more vulnerable to anyone who tries to pick and take with them. And the feeling of him, becoming too mesmerizing, only made you more nervous, even in spite of his appearance, saying that he would follow you anywhere and you just had to whistle for him to come running.

You, however, can't take such a risk, seeing other people's views, even if there is "no reason to worry he's absolutely stunned & would stick to ur hip if could" — and you want to tell Toge that it's a little more difficult, reading words from the phone screen in his hands, but you can't bring yourself to say it out loud, because even if Toge sometimes behaves like a teasing prick, he never writes what he is not sure of less than completely, especially when so psychically guesses thoughts,

and for a moment you think that Yuuta has all the more surely already understood everything from your behavior (this would explain a lot),

but you can't force yourself to relax anyway.

Even when Yuuta reaches out to you, wanting only to kiss until he gets dizzy, ignoring the pain from your nails squeezing him tightly while he moans, fidgeting restlessly from overwhelming sensations that for a moment make him want to cry from how much he adores you, — you can't stop feeling as if under your skin thorns grow; Yuuta hastily kisses your skin, touching with warm lips in blind worship, squeeze so hard that your bones might ache, — but you only feel even worse, knowing that none of this can be long, eternal. Your Yuuta, your kind, sweet Yuuta, with thin red lips, sparkling eyes and the most tender gaze, looking up at you in blissful adoration, will never always be here for you. You still can't call him 'lover' — even after mutually confessed, you still felt so far away from him, as if you first met and are about to get closer,

while irritably kissing-biting in bed until his lips hurt.

In the end, if what you are experiencing is the desire to "infect and be infected", then you are trying to contact the vaccinated, and the thought that perhaps this is not so significant for Yuuta makes you dig into his sensitive skin. He's not so dependent on you anymore, is he? In a sense, you are no longer so important to him — he has new friends, new things to do, new pursuits, and even if you disappear from his life, it will be a blow and a hole, but not to the extent that he will never recover from it.

The only thing you will do is make room for someone who wants to be with him for a long time, being interested in a cute kind boy who is tall enough to make others look up — especially with his affectionate smile and altruistic personality that does not like conflicts or quarrels. It's not that you were so needed or useful; rather, everything that was happening was connected with you more out of pity than out of dependence. Yuuta no longer needs supervision and support; he no longer has a reason to spend all his time with you or to follow like your tail when he can be alone, still attracting people to him.

He is with you simply because wants to; he allows it, but does not need, and when you think for too long that maybe you are too dependent on him, too addicted to the cute, timid boy who does not communicate well with others and likes to hang out with you because you are good, even “cozy”,

then you can't stop the flow of thoughts until bedtime.

“Oh, a trip? No, not really; I thought that, um, it's too long. Even if it would be useful for me, I don't think it's a good idea. I mean, I understand that this is an infrequent opportunity, and it's recommended, but I don't want to be away... uh, away from, from here. Yes.”

“Mh? No problem. I don't quite understand what kind of surprise you want to arrange, but if that's what you want, then I agree to everything... Tell me if you need any help, okay?”

“I know you only want the best for me, so of course I'll wait obediently. If that's what makes you happy, then I'm happy too...”

“The only thing I want is for us to always be together.”

Yuuta has a scattering of freckles on his cheeks and shoulders when summer comes, pale orange kisses of the sun, but in winter they look like little spots that you want to bite, leaving marks, silently convincing him to stop trying to calm you down and accept when you squeeze his hands, continuing to leave your own scattering on skin, looking more like the chain you made him wear.

Your kisses are scorchingly good, as if he is being held on a slow-burning fire, waiting until he understands something important, but Yuuta does not have a single guess even when you do not react to his plaintive quiet whining from the abrupt cessation of affection, only holding in place. But even his heavy breathing and gentle pleas to continue remain unanswered, as if ignoring how needy he remained, excited enough to tremble when you touch his chest, letting him feel your breath on sensitive hot skin. Even his wet puppy-dog look remains without any reaction when you close his eyes, bending down to ruddy ear, forcing him to stop breathing from too close, sweet touch, as if his heart might stop, unable to withstand too much desired proximity.

Yuuta does not know what he is thinking when agrees to everything you say, only wishing that you would not stop, perfectly aware that you would not offer anything bad, you are always so good, so perfect that the only thing that can go wrong is that it was spoiled by his wrong behavior.

Maybe you were wrong sometimes, but harm him? Never — even when fingers touch neck; kissing his wet hot cheeks, assuring that you are doing everything only for him, you are always here only for him, and everything you can, you give only to him. The most dear and precious thing in life that you would like to always have with you, with whom you would like to create a family and a home where you can always return; it would be nice if Yuuta lived as a sweet spouse, wouldn't it?

When he turns his head so sweetly to the side, letting you kiss face and neck, you can't help but think that the most correct thing would be to just keep him in your pocket, hidden from everyone, and know that he will always be there, no matter what happens,

and this makes his head spin too much, as if from euphoria,

but when Yuuta tries to tell you this, you just kiss without letting him utter a word, almost purring about how small and pretty he is, like a toy, and so cute that you would like to bite to cope with all these sensations; but he's already yours, so you shouldn't worry, right? Always and forever yours.

It's all good. He can relax. He's safe. You take care of it.

You know what you're doing,

and when he hears it, he feels too safe to question anything, like how your words sound, or what you're doing besides snuggling up to him.

In the end, it doesn't matter — he feels so tired, warm, wet, so blissful that even an inarticulate whisper that you will bring him home seems like a fantasy created by overexcited brain, so confused and foggy from just a few kisses, he loves you so much, and even when you gently stroke him, assuring that he will soon be good, he wants to say that he is already good, so good, and you are so good, too good for him, and

he loves you so MUCH,

even when his consciousness begins to slip away under your loving touch.

Everything around seems to be a hazy line between reality and sleep, which inflamed tired mind created, looking for something that could make him wake up and be pulled out of the created illusion, but there are no running shadows, no glittering eyes — nothing that would make him wake up from delirium, it's as if he was trapped in this unfamiliar dark room, anxiously realizing that you are not around, but not being able to get up and look for you, unable to move, even when heart starts beating faster from growing anxiety and fear that something has happened to you.

But when your — he knows that your, he feels — hands touch him, stroking his hair, saying that now he is at home, no one and nothing will stop, you will be a family now, Yuuta cannot even mentally refuse, only knowing that you are satisfied with the gentle silence caused by his obedience. Your words sound like through a column of water, and his body is so weak, wadded, and you keep saying something, but he can't even listen, catching the words abruptly, — almost purring when you stroke his face, slowly descending with your fingers to his neck.

But something else is pressing against his skin — what makes him start to come to his senses.

You knew it would look great.

♡ Yuuta lies on the bed, wrapped in a nice blanket, draws in an album, reads books that you bring and leave, and sometimes watches TV; even if there are many more things, lying wherever possible (including a laptop without an Internet connection), which you have prepared to occupy him while he "trying to understand everything" or when you are busy, Yuuta has already noticed that his long passivity is more likely to cause your arrival than the appearance that he is happy, and even if it is manipulative — it is he who is locked up here, isn't it?

Compared to the fact that he can't go anywhere outside the room without permission, the fact that he forces you to come and spend time with him, since you can't see him so sad, are little things that are easy to close eyes to, especially when you sit on the bed, making his heart skips a beat from excitement, and stroke, asking what you can do for him — besides letting out, of course. Why would he leave if you're here, right? He has no need to leave this house, if only here you can always be together, as he wanted. Now it's a new house that you both will make the most cozy and pleasant place, in which you can live together as you wanted, spending all the time with each other, as if stuck together. Wasn't that what he craved, clinging to you and guarding at the entrance, waiting for you to come out to pick him up? After all, he wanted to live together — and isn't this room that you have prepared for him wonderful?

Yuuta shouldn't be too upset; for everyone, he is "on a trip to another country", only you know that he stayed, preferring to be with you, so he should stop being naughty, even if it may cause inconvenience since this is not the room he is used to — but you didn't become different! You still love him and want to stay with him forever, and he will soon realize that, in fact, his feelings have not changed either, even if the situation has become different!

For him, there should be you and only you, even if he could have already weaned himself from this feeling — but when his arms are wrapped around you, poking his nose, curling up around, you know that you are saying all this for a reason. Yuuta hears and listens, knowing that you are doing this for him, and he is not at all as persistent as you thought he would be, saying that 'this is a lie' — rather, it seemed to you that nothing has changed, he will even eat from your hands if you want. And even knowing that it can only be a trap, designed to lull your caution and convince you that he is tame, you can't brush him off, but playing with his hair while he's napping, almost purring with pleasure, like a huge cat, as if his neck isn't chained with a collar with your name on it — and as if he is not the victim who should fight instead of hiding in your hands and calling you just to spend even more time together.

he can only do this to deceive you.

But when you look at his sleeping gentle face, finally finding peace after the restless expectation of your arrival, for some reason you feel too relaxed, involuntarily realizing that yes, he is here, he is at home,

you are at home.

... Yuuta still wraps himself in a blanket when wants you to come, pampering him with your attention and caresses, but you can't help but take a little more things with you than usual, sometimes sitting for several hours, enjoying his measured breathing during sleep or a loving look from somewhere under the blanket while you're working (even if you still can't figure out why everything looks more like living together than semi-forced relocation).

♡ Of course, you spend enough time together every day — besides the fact that Yuuta has to get used to you again and start trusting, realizing that this was done for the sake of your and his love, you just loved to hang out like nothing happened, and Yuuta doesn't mind; putting his head on your shoulder when you speak, offering to play or watch, sometimes just lying on bed and chatting, almost wrapping around you, making sure that you are completely squeezed and caught by him, not being able to escape in any case.

Yuuta is not physically strong, at least not so strong that you would have any problems with it in case of a physical confrontation, but you still can't find the strength to brush him off when he comfortably lies down next to you or on you, poking his nose, as if trying to merge from how insistently Yuuta presses in search of your warmth; when his skin tingles from an unusual sensation, even in spite of how often you caress him, letting him hide face in your chest or hug, holding tight, almost puppy-like poking at you, waiting for you to be able to give him attention. Perhaps from that moment he became even more needy and clingy, even if you can't say that he spends more time alone now than before — but he still whines when you want to leave and diligently prepares for your arrival, just to keep you longer, sometimes trying desperately to convince you to stay with him for the night or hold him until he falls asleep.

And although you can't be too frivolous, knowing that your beloved is more than cunning, you still can't leave the room earlier than a few hours, spending all the time hugging him, kissing his face and saying how good he is, almost shamelessly pampering and caressing, being simply unable to leave until you tell him how glad you are that he is so calm and understanding, especially when he wraps around in response, gently kissing, saying that he is happy to be with you, while your fingers touch his neck, outlining the letters of your name, which Yuuta does not try to hide even if his cheeks are blushing, feeling your slow touch.

Perhaps, he blushes even more only when you start to pamper and cherish him even more fiercely, spending every second to make sure that he feels loved, knowing that only you can love him so much, only you can take care of him and make his head spin with delight, knowing that you are not even planning to stop yet — until you make sure that he definitely remembers something, seeing his dusty look or the rosy tips of his ears when he hides face in the pillow, but does not try to run away or move away.

Not that even running away can help him when you kiss, playing with his hair, whispering about how precious he is, how glad you are that he is where he should be, how good that he is so pliable and affectionate — just like before, when he couldn't live without you, almost crying when you wanted to leave him and clinging so desperately during the goodbye that even if he didn't say anything, you could feel how upset he was. Only now you will not go anywhere and will not leave, just like him — now you will always be together, like the family he wanted so much when begged you never to give up on him, hiding his face in your clothes, drinking too much to even realize that you are not pushing him away, but trying to help, and digging his fingers into your skin so hard that bruises appeared there.

Of course, now you will make sure that this will not happen again — you swear that you will love him and spoil him until he realizes how much you adore him, since you are destined to be together forever now.

And the fact that Yuuta makes your head spin, as if from a euphoric attack, when his thin, hot lips kiss yours, makes you only more intoxicated.

♡ You and Yuuta have never had penetrative sex. Not that it was anything strange, a sufficient number of couples do not do it before the wedding to "be clean", but for Yuuta it was never a matter of innocence or giftedness — your body seemed incredible, exciting, and the thought that you would go even further was connected with something more intimate and deep, which made his heart sink into embarrassment and shame, realizing that he wants a lot; much more than you are certainly ready to give, already overly cherishing someone as needy and clumsy as he is, who might as well spend days in bed with you without getting out. If Yuuta asked for even more, he would simply be greedy, if not desperate, begging you to let him continue and try to take even more even when you are clearly exhausted.

But when your fingers slide over his hips, assuring him to continue rubbing even if his movements become clumsy with excitement, Yuuta is close to drooling, whining your name while you encourage him not to stop, blindly whispering praise and enthusiastic words; when he fidgets nervously, feeling you stop, making him stay a little apart, apologizing in a muffled voice at the sight of his confused, ruddy expression — to immediately pull him on yourself, pressing even harder, hearing only his enthusiastic, amazed moan when your bodies touch again.

Wet, hot, soft — as if every time your fingers squeeze it, Yuuta becomes even more pleasant to the touch, like a cute toy, too pretty to resist temptation, convincing him not to cling so tightly while you hump him, taking care that every movement causes him to moan mixed with whining, every time making you tremble with delight, knowing that it is you who make him feel like this, that it is you who are holding him in your hands now, that it is you who are the center of his attention and the only one he can think of is you.

His arms are hugging you so tightly, trying to move more sharply, more confidently, listening only to your approving words, feeling how his clothes are getting too tight, but not having the opportunity to undress, fearing that you may disappear, slip away, remove him from your hips as soon as he is distracted — almost forcing him to slide on you, making sure that he is not too carried away and moves comfortably, even if you want, need more,

it is not enough,

it's so not enough that you would rather press him down hard and move on your own, but instead say something to make sure that he knows 'everything is fine', even if you can't stop squeezing and grabbing him in a shameless manner, causing him to tremble.

... His waist is easy to wrap around, like a doll's, with unmarked uncovered skin, easily turning red when you press on it — but even if he wanted to somehow hinder you by finishing teasing strokes, it would be impossible. His hands are not tied so tightly that it hurts, leaving red marks, but if Yuuta jerks sharply, he will still experience pain — and it seems more than fair to you, even if he cannot stop twitching from the lightest touch, squirming when you are distracted, trying to attract attention again, almost suffocating when you actually return, carefully exposing his body further and further. But even if his body tries to shrink, hide from the caress, trembling when you deliberately slowly move fingers higher — and immediately grab, changing the tease to a rough grip, until his body relaxes again, humbling, letting you do whatever you want; squeezing and rubbing while Yuuta wants to start squirming again, feeling how everything inside him pulsates and burns whenever you touch.

When you're so focused on him that without noticing (or pretending) gaze, looking into your eyes, wishing to ask you to be more merciful, — but just bites his lips, holding himself in place, afraid that even a hint of a desire to pause will be perceived as a desire to stop everything that is happening "which he simply cannot express openly",

but going insane when you paw his body, squeezing and groping until Yuuta starts whining, trembling from excessive affection, making his eyes water; desperately drooling when you only become even more enthusiastic, as if concentrating on make him even louder; sighs, moans, screams, whining, whimpering, suffocating sounds — everything that can prove what he is now so vulnerable and open to you, afraid only that you will decide to stop when his thighs are so wet and hot. While you continue to kiss, making him feel abnormal with delight, mixed with how sensitive his body is after you play, that even a light breath is enough for him to start wriggling again, trying to crawl away, but being deftly caught by the hips, not allowing to dodge your touches.

Even if tying him up might look a little hasty, you were more than aware of how smart your beloved is and that you can't trust him in this position until you make sure he won't do anything silly or hide dangerous objects somewhere. No matter how much you loved him, being willing to do anything for him, it didn't make sense if he was trying to fight back, luring with false submission and enthusiasm.

However, the way Yuuta whined in frustration when you moved, struggling with the ropes to touch you, awkwardly trying to wrap legs around to snuggle closer — made you feel dizzy, feeling his heart beating feverishly under your fingers from overexcitation and inability to reach the peak. When was the last time you saw him like this? When has he been so horny and adorable in the past, even if he behaved like an puppy? When he was just as desperate to stick in an attempt to find satisfaction, even if you gave him nothing but even more stimulation, from which his body could not stop shaking?

When was the last time Yuuta looked at you like that,

being ready to do anything if only you would start spoiling him again?

He immediately understands what you want when you touch his lips, looking into wet misty eyes and caressing hot cheeks, — and silently agrees, opening mouth, letting you slide inside and pushing fingers further, forcing him to tilt his head back slightly. But when you resume the movement, just so that he feels incredibly good, letting him feel how excited you are, Yuuta gently bites your fingers, urging you not to delay, even when gasps whenever you push it too deep, making adorable sounds mixed with tears from excitement and discomfort, from which he can't refuse, insisting that you don't stop.

If you could, you would capture this moment forever, in this stuffy dark room with Yuuta, for whom you were the center of everything.

And the fact that you whisper praise to him, without ceasing to rub and squeeze, talking about how hot and pliable he is, even better than when you fucked him before, you want to breed him so much right now — it's enough for him to cum in front of your eyes, knowing that you are not taking them away from him.

And Yuuta adores it — even when the ropes dig into his skin again while trying to hug you,

because it doesn't matter so much when you look at him in such a way that he is ready to lose consciousness.

♡ Yuuta has a little belly — such that you can easily cover most of it with palm, especially when stroking, seeing his excited gaze directed at your hand, understanding that you calm him down before start, being ready to stop at any moment. But for someone scared, he is already too wet, especially when your fingers slide lower, getting under his clothes, while lips are gently kissing his ruddy face, carefully preparing him and relaxing under constant caresses that stupefy him no less than your presence so close that he can feel your breath.

Was it his fault that from one kiss he was ready to agree to anything you want? Definitely not — especially when you whisper that you are ready, tearing an intimate touch under his plaintive whining, and slowly spread his hips, showing wet spots and trembling legs; the clothes slip off his legs easily, but you don't let him cross them, stroking soothingly, assuring that everything will be fine, even when your touch is too close to the wet bottom of his stomach, almost teasing, helping him switch from fear to excitement, reminding what you want to give during your first time, letting him feel how serious you are when you snuggle up to the soaked fabric of his underwear.

However, even when your fingers, wet from lube and pre-cum, gently stretch him, carefully pushing and filling; even when Yuuta whines about how 'empty and ready ', shaking again from the orgasm; even when you feel so excited that you are ready to directly make him to turn on stomach, fucking until such a state that he will definitely breed up to the point of losing consciousness — you know that Yuuta is not prepared yet, that you must continue if you want him to feel good, even if he squeezes you so greedily, as if assuring you to just stay inside, enjoying his warm and pliability. So wet that you can hear squelching sounds mixed with heavy breathing and moans when you are too persistent, while he drools, squeezing again only to cum, fighting the urge to roll his eyes as you continue through the orgasm, not even giving him a possible respite.

If it was an ordinary time, you would have stopped the last time, but you just keep fondling and stretching, feeling that he is still too tight and tense.

By the time the fingers disappear, Yuuta no longer understands anything, experiencing the last waves of orgasm with the realization that this is not the end, even if he physically can no longer, only obediently letting you throw his legs over your shoulders, completely trusting himself to you,

even when he is filled again, much more than before, trembling from the orgasm that has not yet passed and from painful pleasure, feeling how every part of body aches from the incessant fondling — especially when you you lift his hips slightly, making them even more comfortable on shoulders, letting him feel how deep you are, without encountering any resistance from his tired swollen body, sticky with juice and sweat, ideally taking you so deep that with every breath he can see how his stomach bulges.

Some time ago, he didn't even dare to think about how you would fuck him, tying his hands and forcing him to cum until he turns out to be so weak in your arms, — but now the only thing he can think about is how good it feels when you don't stop, gradually becoming rougher, not being shy of wet slaps from which his cheeks seem to blush even more, nor the moans that become loud again every time you drive inside. When he incoherently purrs something, trying to praise, but everything turns into inarticulate screams interrupted by new thrusts, stretching him well and wide for you, like a cute toy, too weak to even help you, let alone 'fight back', not even being able to finish when he shivers from too intense sensations, squeezing you even tighter.

His body is hot, soft, wet, greedy, looking for pleasure even when he has already received enough and should not be so needy, but still trying to make you cum in him to feel good, full, as it should be, even if he can only stick out his tongue, begging you to kiss him, and suffocate while you gently but deeply kiss him, not at all with the same force with which you stuff him, preparing to accept everything you give, forcing him to slide on soaked sheets sticking to the skin from how excited he is, stupidly looking for you in puppy addiction even when Yuuta can't anymore — and when he whines shrilly, choking, seeing stars in front of eyes with delight and painful stimulation while his stomach is filled with you, becoming so hot and rounded that his body relaxes even more, letting the cum flow out while Yuuta blissfully closes eyes, breathing heavily with his mouth open, straining and immediately unclenching.

When you gently press on his stomach, Yuuta just whimpers, begging you not to make him relax and let everything flow when he feels so good with you, filling him to the brim, but you are more than adamant, even when he is still whining audibly, trying to resist, but quickly gives up, knowing that he cannot even remove your hands. Perhaps you just liked to see how his hips and sheets are stained when he can no longer restrain himself, giving you what you want, whining in frustration from resentment, wanting to at least push you away during a rebellious mood, but he hardly even raises head, not that he can express his frustration physically, instead relaxing even more, completely drowning, even when your fingers slide inside, as if checking how well he did, and Yuuta regrets that can't complain about you, but instead tries not to interfere, breathing deeply.

He perceives your turning him over on stomach as something unimportant, but when you push his hips apart, putting him on his knees, the body reacts with a sweet tremor, realizing what you want — but not being able to do anything other than drool, even when he's full again, feeling your hot breath, the way your chest is pressed against his back, so close that he can almost hear your heart beating, so so so close, that he can't help but squeeze you in a last attempt to make you want not to stop, stuffing him anew after everything that has leaked.

And even if it's not normal, even it's absolutely not normal that he gets so intoxicated when you fuck him from behind, the person who kidnapped him and locked him up here, keeping him tied up, leaving him alone and acting as if nothing happened, as if it should be, — then he is even more abnormal, since he is ready to cum only from the realization that it is you who are now breeding him, squeezing and spanking, biting, marking, purring contentedly when he tries to move hips back, even if his whole body hurts, realizing late that you have become even more intense and rougher, whispering something, but the only thing Yuuta hears is the noise of blood when rests his hands so as not to lose balance, belatedly catching himself thinking that he rests his hands, before you press his face into the pillow, lifting his hips higher, getting ready to fill his flexible lustful body again — and reaching a peak when you see how he stretches his hand to yours, trying to intertwine them, cumming when you squeeze his wet palm with your own.

... You don't think you'll be able to get up — not for a few hours, at least. Yuuta doesn't mind — not when you lie on him, pleasantly pressing down on the bed, gently kissing his wet face.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 44

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The smell of popcorn is like home. You don’t really have one of those. No, you just exist in Lloyd’s space, occupy the role he’s assigned to you, the one he’s abandoned you to. But that buttery aroma, the salty taste, is familiar and longlost. You can’t remember the last time you were in a theatre, or the last time you were excited.

You are. You are almost ecstatic to be there. To be away from the house for a few more hours. You lead Andy down the aisle and find your row, following the curve to your numbered seats. As you glance over at him and sit in the cushiony leather chair, you almost forget about everything outside the dark theatre.

For an instant, you could pretend you’re on a date with a cute guy. Again, when was the last time that happened? When was the last time Colin took you out? You always planned date nights and it was like dragging a cat to the bathtub. And Lloyd, those weren’t dates, those were humiliation. This isn’t a date either.

You balance your bag of popcorn in your lap and place your cup in the holder set into the leather arm. You feel along the chair and find the button, reclining halfway as you get comfortable. Andy bends his arm over the shared arm rest, picking at his popcorn as the previews begin.

“This is nice,” he whispers. You don’t know why he is, the place is empty. It’s a midday matinee in the middle of the week.

“Yeah,” you agree, “I miss movies.”

“Oh yeah? I prefer the drive-in,” he leans over a little closer, “used to pack up the car, a cooler of drinks and snacks, and take the whole family…” he sighs wistfully, “it was fun. I miss it.”

You’re quiet. Unsure how to answer, you pop a few kernels in your mouth and chew. You swallow and feel a pang, the most you’ve felt in at least a month.

“I’m sorry, Andy…”

“Don’t be. Please. I was lucky, I got good years out of it and I hold onto them,” he rolls a piece of popcorn between his fingers and drops it back with the rest, “not everyone is lucky enough to have that even.”

You feel as if he’s talking about you. It isn’t a surprise. You haven’t been subtle. You’re miserable and Lloyd’s presence screams in everyone’s face. You’re as good as a single mother.

“I’m sure Lloyd will show up soon,” Andy says, “how could he not? With a wife and daughter waiting on him. No man could resist.”

“Please,” you scoff, “I don’t wanna think about it. I want to just forget for a little bit.”

“Yeah, I know what that feels like too,” he sits back, “deal. We’re not us for the next two hours. We’re just two friends enjoying a movie.”

“That sounds amazing,” you breathe and grab another handful of popcorn, “wish we could stay forever.”

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Twenty minutes in, you roll up the top of the mostly empty bag. You set it to one side of your seat and lean back against the leather chair. You yawn as you try to focus on the plot of the movie. You didn’t see the original so it’s all new to you.

You shift around, trying to get comfortable as you feel a tingle around your eyes. You’re tired and the darkness isn’t help. You lean on one elbow and yawn again. You cradle your head as you focus on the actors, trying to lose yourself in the world of cinema.

You don’t know when it happens, there’s a scene on a train, and then the world is gray. You slump over and doze off, falling into a swirl of reams, a mesh of your reality and the movie. The thrumming soundtrack seeps through but doesn’t break your slumber.

You wake only as a sudden boom crack from the surround sound. Your eyes snap open as you find your head propped against a warm pillow. Your arm is slung across the leather as you hug Andy’s and your head is propped up just against his shoulder.

“Oh,” you pull away, “I’m so sorry.”

“Nah, don’t worry,” he chuckles, “you’re tired. It’s fine.”

“Yeah, I… I guess,” you rub your eyes and try to sit up.

“I don’t mind,” he insists and reaches across the armrest, rubbing your back, “you got a little one waiting to keep you up at home. Movie’s boring anyway.”

You look down and sniff. His touch is comforting even if unexpected. You slowly let yourself lean into him again and he wiggles to get closer on his side. You put your head on his shoulder again, “thanks.”

“No problem,” he says softly.

You sit like that for a while. Your eyes won’t close that time. You’re too aware of his heat, of his scent, of how nice it feels to have his hand just behind your hip. You watch the movie lazily beneath your lashes as his fingers move mindlessly along your side, a soothing up and down.

Your heart swells as your eyes haze. You’re so stupid. Don’t even think of it. You’re gross and old and ugly. He’s just being nice and you’re just desperate.

You tilt your head up to look at Andy. It takes him a moment before he returns your gaze, the blue hue of the screen limning his features. His brows draw together curiously. You raise yourself just a little and bring your hand up to feel the soft pelt of his beard. He shudders.

You press your lips to his. It’s electric and tinged with a sliver of instant regret. Before you can pull away, his hand travels up your back. He catches the back of your head with his other and keeps you angled awkwardly over the arm of the seat.

You give in. You let yourself fall into the moment. You forget about everything else and squeeze your eyes shut tight. You’re not a sad old divorce, you’re not a neglected wife, you’re that girl who used to make out in dark theatres until her head spun.

You drag your hand down his neck and feel the firm muscle of his chest. He rubs up and down your back, squeezing your side. You’re reminded of the extra weight but he doesn’t relent. You devour each other until your breathless.

When he finally lets you go, you sit back and stare forward. He does too. You languish in tense silence as the movie ends and the credits roll. It’s as if you’re both stunned.

“I’m married,” you utter grimly.

He nods and leans forward, elbows on his knees, “I know.”

“I have a child.”

“Know that too.”

“I’m broken.”

He’s quiet. He lets out a gritty exhale and clicks his tongue, “no, you’re not. The asshole left you, you’re hurt.”

“It doesn’t make it right.”

He sniffs and sits up, pushing his shoulders back, “did it feel wrong?”

The question hangs between you. You can’t answer him. You can’t bear to tell the truth but you know he felt it too. It’s not something magical like love, but it’s something simple and base. It’s loneliness and need. It’s two people abandoned in different ways, coming together in a carnal commiseration.

You slide to the front of the seat and stand, gathering up your trash. Andy does the same, not saying a word. This time, you trail him up the row and into the aisle. You catch up to him, walking parallel as you take the low steps towards the back of the theatre.

“We should go to the drive-in some time,” you suggest, “triple showing…”

He stops by the bin to dump his garbage, and takes yours to drop it in too. Then, he surprises you. He puts his arm over your shoulders and ushers you through the door, into the bright lights of the lobby. You feel the tension in him, rigid, almost quaking.

“You think Dottie will let you stay out past curfew?“ He goads.

“It won’t be the first time I’ve snuck out after dark,” you giggle.

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i’m just……….wow. i already told you how this fic made me feel in vivid, horny explicit detail but ima just put my distilled version of what i said here for this rb. this was very….very hot and this was so good 😭😭 idk how you do it but i can tangibly tell you put your whole sweat, blood, tears and pussy juice into the smut part bc you didn’t have to go hard like that !!! who told you to do so !!!! i may have to reread this cause UM I AM FAILING TO PROCESS! how dare u make me shift in my seat this often while reading? how dare you make my clit thump against my panties like this??? shame on you (i love you) ! as usual let me show u some of the specific parts that made my pulse(s) stutter:

nah it’s something sinfully devious and delicious about the way you described the reader squirting 😵‍💫😵‍💫 anyways im talking too much and being toon aroused on the dash in the middle of the day and it’s not becoming of me LMAO this is 12/10 content . thank you for tagging me in this too, the end product was worth it 🤍

˜”°•.˜”°• Under the Influence •°”˜.•°”˜

Nymph: Blame Chris Brown for this...Also...I blacked out when writing this. It was supposed to be 2k words max and ended up at 5.5 words of smut. Enjoy!

Synopsis: Your best friend and plug, Itachi, always has the best supply and always shares it with you. His reward? Hotboxing in his car with you which always end up with your knees to your chest and him balls deep.

Warnings: Plug!Itachi, hotboxing, black-coded reader, thick reader-coded, shotgunning, dubcon (high sex), fingering, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstim, choking, nipple play, impact play (pussy slapping), creampie

Word count: 5.5k

Pairing: Itachi Uchiha x Fem!reader

Tags: @linpunny @sailewhoremoon @shockinglysubmissive @violxtbxbyy, @quaranweeb @bakugosbratx @sleepylilsquidbean @inazuman @tokyometronetwork

You pull your jacket closer around your body to ward off the chill of the nighttime air. Looking down at your phone, you checked the time. Where was he? He said that he would be here in  five minutes, ten minutes ago! Just as you were about to say forget it and go back inside, you saw the familiar black Maserati Levnate turn down your road.

The bass from the music playing from the speakers rustles your bones gently as the car’s engine purrs softly as it comes to a slow stop next to you. The darkly tinted window slid down to reveal your best friend, Itachi Uchiha, his dark shades hiding his eyes as he flashed you a smirk.

“Hey, there, pretty girl, you looking to buy?” He asked as he held up a small dime bag between his fingers. 

You pout as you reach for the handle of the car and open the door. “What took you so long, old man?” You tease as you lean over the console and peck his lips playfully in a greeting. You pull away a smile up at him as you rest back into the seat, the comforting scent of his expensive cologne reaching you. “So, what you got today?” You arch your brow at the small dime bag. “And I hope you got more than that.”

Itachi laughs as he tosses his arm over the back of your seat and puts his car in reverse. “Relax, kitty. You know I keep a lid on me.” He uses one hand to turn the wheel slowly as he backs out of the driveway. You live in an area that was too brightly lit for a smoke session. He drives to a more secluded area of a nearby park and stations his car in the shadows.

He flips open his middle console and pulls out his tray. “Take your pick, princess.” Pulling out three different strains of his best selection and a small stack of rolling sheets, Itachi smiles gently down at you. Watching as you bite your plush bottom lip, looking over the three options, he speaks up. “We can do all three if you want?”

Your eyes lit up when he said that. “Really? ‘Tachi, you’re the best!” You grab the rolling paper and a little bit of the weed and crush it into the roll. You struggled a bit with rolling it properly as usual, making Itachi chuckle softly.

Itachi gently takes the paper from you and rolls it up expertly. “Stick out your tongue f’me.” He whispers, his hand caraessing your jaw until you open your mouth for him. Your tongue slips out from between your lips and Itachi uses it to wet the end of the paper, sealing it with your saliva. “Good girl.”

Your cheeks warm at the deep rumble in his chest when he praises you. You shook your head, the beads at the ends of your braids crackling against one another as you try to clear your foggy mind. You hadn’t even taken a hit yet! Why were you feeling floaty from just him calling you a “good girl.”

“These are rather strong. C’mere.” Itachi grabs his lighter and lit the end of the joint, inhaling the fumes deeply. He lets his seat back and reaches for you to pull you into his lap. His hand wraps around the back of your neck and you instinctively lean forward, your lips parted to take in his long exhale. 

Breathing in slowly so that you wouldn’t choke, you could smell just how potent this strain was. It had to be dro or an even more potent level. You let the smoke fill your lungs, breathing in deep. The toxins slowly cloud your mind as you could feel your high slowly build. Holding the smoke in for a minute, you let it out in a soft exhale. The smoke fills the car, trapping the light sweet scent of the weed inside.

“It smells sweet.” You hummed, sitting your full weight down on his lap as you took the joint from between his lips, taking a few puffs of your own. When you didn't choke on it, Itachi smiles warmly up at you as he brushes his fingers through your braids. “Kinda smells like strawberries.” You mumble, smoke wafting from your open lips.

“It's a new strain I came up with. Had Shisui splice strawberries in with it.” His hand cupped the back of your neck as he pulled you in closer so that the smoke from his exhale entered your mouth. Itachi smirks when the whites of your eyes slowly turn red and you start to get more handsy. “Baby girl...” He whispers, lips brushing genely over yours..

You giggle as the weed fills your senses, making you giddy and floaty as you wiggle around on his lap. The joint had gone down to a nub by the time the rotation came back to you “ ‘Tachi, another one. This is really good shit.” You eagerly stuck your tongue out when he requested it and gave the rolling paper a slow lick, coating it with your saliva. You watch with heavy lidded eyes as he rolls up the second joint.

Itachi could feel his cock starting to harden the more you wiggle around on his lap, unintentionally rubbing your clothed cunt over his length. He draws in a deep breath, the sweet scent of the clouds of smoke refilling his lungs as he tries  to calm down. Placing the joint between your lips, he flicks his lighter so that a flame would light the end of it.

His dark eyes watched as you took a few deep puffs, holding the smoke in your lungs before his hands gently wraps around the back of your neck to pull you in close. Itachi parted his lips, so that when you blew out your smoke, it would enter his mouth and down into his lungs as he inhales. “Such a good girl for me.” Itachi’s voice was a low whisper as his eyes dart down to your glossy lips.

Tongue sliding out to wet his lips, Itachi’s hands grab your hips. The gasp that left your sweet little mouth plays in his head on loop as he barely stops himself from smashing his lips against yours. He watches as your throat bobs as you swallow, your dainty hands coming up to rest on his chest as your thighs straddle his hips.

The smell of weed was intoxicating as you took in deep breaths, thick clouds of smoke clouding your vision. “Itachi...” Your voice was hushed as you stare into his red rimmed eyes. Your hand twitches as you feel the muscles of his chest ripple under your touch. Your eyes dart down to watch as his tongue glides over his bottom lip as his hands tighten over your hips. Leaning down, you give into your impulsive thoughts and kiss his lips.

Itachi purrs when he feels your lips on his as his hands tighten around  on your hips. Parting your lips with his tongue, he slides it inside to flirt with yours. He moves you to roll over his cock, grinding your cunt down on the tent in his pants. Swallowing the soft moans that built up in your chest, Itachi bucks upward, thrusting against your soaking core. “Such a naughty girl, rubbing yourself on my dick like a cat in heat.”

A soft whimper leaves you when he breaks away from the kiss to whisper those words to you. Your hands tighten in his shirt as you look at him with teary, redden eyes. You needed him to sate this ache in your belly. Needed him to fuck you stupid like he always does after sharing his stash with you. “Itachi...please...” You rub your cunt against him, panties catching on your clit but not providing enough friction.

“Poor girl...” he taunts, moving his hand to the small of your back to push you flush against his chest. His other hand came up to tilt your chin up so that you were looking directly into his glowing red eyes. “Tell me what you want.”

A whine builds up in your throat. You didn’t want to use your words. You wanted Itachi to just touch you where you needed him to. To quench the fire burning low in your belly. Your head was swimming from the intoxication of the weed and from the lust building as you curl your fingers into the material of his leather jacket. “I...” You wet your bottom lip with your tongue “I want you to touch me. Please? I need it.”

Itachi tilts his head to the side mockingly as he whispers, “You need it?” The hand that was on your back creeps down to the edge of your top and slips his warm fingers under it to trace over the soft skin. A smirk curls at his lips at the soft whine that bubbles up in your chest from his touch. “How badly do you need me?” He chuckles when you pout and lean down to nip at the pale flesh of his neck.

“‘Tachi~” You whimper softly, running the tip of your tongue down the curve of his neck sensually. Your hips grind over his lap as the material of the short skirt you wore rides up your thighs. “Fuck...” You moan out when his erection catches your clothed clit, giving you a delicious friction, but it wasn’t enough. “I need you s’badly. Need to feel your fingers all over my body. Want to have your cock down my throat, your tongue on my pussy. Want you to be balls fucking deep.” 

Your intoxicated words sent a rush of blood straight to Itachi’s cock as he quickly reaches for the lever under his seat to side the chair back as far as it would go. Pushing you down onto the floor, he unbuckles his belt and pops open the button. He watches with heavy lidded eyes as you lean in to capture his zipper between your teeth and tug it down. Itachi pulls out his throbbing cock, the wet tip tapping against your bottom lips. “Go on, kitty. You said you wanted it down that pretty throat of yours.”

Wetting your bottom lip with your tongue, you stare at Itachi’s dick, admiring it for a moment. It was long, thick, and had a single vein that throbs on the underside of it. Wrapping your hand around the girth, you tested the weight of it in your palm. It didn’t matter how many times you had him in your mouth, tasting him on your tongue, Itachi always was heavy on your tongue.

Slipping the wet pink muscle out between your parted lips, you tap it against the swollen tip, flicking it lightly and tasting the pre-cum that drooled from the leaky slit. Feeling Itachi’s hands against your braids, the beads clack softly as he lets the plaits fall between his fingers, you run the tip of your tongue down the long vein on the underside of his dick.

Itachi’s fingers tighten in your braids as he watches your pink muscle gliding down the length of his cock a shudering grunt leaving his throat. “Stop fuckin’ teasin’ me, Kitten.” He purrs, grabbing the base of his length, pressing down on the top of your head to push the thick tip past your lips. He tosses his head back when your warm, wet mouth envelopes his cock, his hips bucking up into it to gently fuck your throat.

You wrapped your hand around what you couldn’t fit into your mouth as you let Itachi have his way with your throat. Guiding you in the rhythm he likes, you hollowed out your cheeks and gave the mushroom tip a hard suck, swirling your tongue along the shaft. You let out a moan from his flavor hitting your tastebuds. Pulling up for air, you stroke his slick cock as you look up at him and speak. “S’good, ‘Tachi. Want to taste you cumming on my tongue.”

A low groan leaves him as he reaches for the reclining lever of the chair, pushing it back before reaching for you. Pulling you back up into his lap, Itachi immediately turns you around so that your legs were straddling his head. Sliding your panties to the side, his red eyes glowed with lust at the sight of your glistening pussy. “I can say the same of you, kitty. Cum on my tongue for me.”

Itachi leans up and licks a long stripe through your slit, gathering as much of your essence as he could on the flat of his tongue. “Fucking delicious.” He moans against your pussy as he pulls at your hips to make you sit on his face as he ate you like a starving man devouring his last meal. Two of his slim fingers press into our entrance, scissoring them to find the soft spongy spot deep inside you. Itachi bucks his hips, the tip of his cock nudging at your lips as he groans, “C’mon, suck my cock while I eat you, pretty baby.”

Your head was fuzzy, from lust or the intoxicating smoke you weren’t sure but when Itachi’s words reached you, you felt your hole clenching around his fingers as his tongue swipes over your clit. Fuck. You part your lips and sucked his length back down your throat, bobbing your head and moaning from the feeling of getting your pussy eaten out. You took as much as you could without gagging down your throat, whimpering a bit.

Stroking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, you rock your hips back into his tongue and fingers as he fucks you with them. Muffled cries leave your throat when Itachi speeds up his pace, his palm grinding against your swollen clit as his tongue flicks over it. “Fuck, Itachi!” You scream out, his cock popping out of your mouth as you throw your head back.

Itachi didn’t stop. The need to feel you cumming and drenching his face in your cum sparking a fire in his chest. His licks become more desperate as his lips close over your pulsing clit and sucks harshly. He hums in response to each broken sob you let out as you desperately try to keep sucking his cock despite the overstimulation of your cunt.

There was a tightening in your belly as your clit throbs. Even though you couldn’t keep sucking, you wrap your hand around the thick girth and pumped in as you rolled your hips over his mouth. That hot coil winding tighter and tighter as Itachi's relentless tongue and fingers dig out your orgasm. Gathering a pool of saliva on your tongue, you let it drip down to his sensitive cockhead as you pump your hand faster. “M’g’nna cum, baby.”

The speed of his fingers and tongue increases at your warning as obscene squelching noises mixed with your saccharine moans filled the tiny space of his car and his greedy ears. He wants — needs for you to wet his face and let him drink up everything you had to offer. “Give it to me, Kitty, I need it.” Itachi draws out the letters for his name on your clit as he vibrates his tongue.

Your mouth falls open as you give one last jolt. Your walls clench and flutter, spasming around his thrusting fingers. “Oh my fucking god...” Pleasure washes over you as your essence leaves your body to pool in his awaiting mouth. “Itachi...” you moan softly as your chest heaves, your upper body giving out and your cheek falls to rest on his thigh.

His body gives a violent shudder at the sound of his name falling from your lips as he catches every last drop of your release on his greedy tongue. Itachi laps at your heat, licking and drinking everything you have to offer. Subtle, but feral growls vibrate in his chest as his eyes roll back as the taste of your orgasm settles on his taste bud. “One more, princess. I know you got another one in there for me.”

You whine as you try to un-straddle his head, but he locks his arms around your legs, flipping your positions in the seat. Itachi then pushes his hands against the backs of your thighs, pressing your knees to your chest and melting between your thighs as his mouth latches back onto your slick cunt. Each overstimulated whine you give only eggs him on even more.

Tears begin to burn at your eyes as the pain of overstim settles on your already throbbing clit. You push at Itachi's head trying to wiggle away when he pulls away and slaps your pussy with the flat of his fingers. A surprised yelp leaves you when he does it again and again, each slap with more force on your clit. “Itachi!” You scream out his name when his fingers press firmly against your sore little clit one more time.

“Don’t run from me again, princess.” Itachi growls before pulling on the thin fabric of your panties, snapping it off your body as he returns to his feast. Your body was shaking by now, quivering with the approach of your orgasm. His tongue slides over your clit once last time before a stream of hot clear liquid pours down on his mouth, which he eagerly drinks up. “There it is. Squirt of my tongue, baby."

Your thighs were trembling as your clit twitches from the over stimulation, “Fuck...” You body feel weightless as you squirt, your hot juices spraying out of you in an almost violent stream, what he didn’t catch soaks the leather material of Itachi’s car. Your chest heaves as you feel his tongue gently swipe your folds, cleaning you up from the sticky mess he made you make.

Itachi watches you with hungry eyes, all fucked out and drooling — a pathetic writhing mess under him and he hasn’t even put it in yet. He loves seeing how your eyes roll back until they were damn near white, drool seeping from the corner of your mouth as your body trembles from the aftershock of your orgasm. His hand rubs your cunt gently as you’re slow to come back down for your high. Itachi knows that he should feel bad for overstimming you, but he doesn’t. He always gets what he wants.

“I know, baby...” He leans up and kisses you, tongue pushing past your lips so that you could taste yourself. Itachi slaps your thigh lightly. “But I’m nowhere near done with you, kitty. Get that pretty ass in the back seat.”

You pant as you slowly come back down for your high, whimpering softly at his words and the slight sting of his hitting our outer thigh. You’ve always known Itachi to be a bit sadistic, always making you cum back to back like this. You were still trembling as you try to regain your focus and steady your breathing. Eyes widening at his words, you say, “Itachi...baby...wait...”

His ears are deaf to your pleas as he picks you up around your waist and tosses you into the back seat after he lets the front seats back up. Spreading your legs as wide as they would go, Itachi strokes his cock, tapping the fat tip against your clit and watches as your jolt a bit from the contact before sliding it down to your entrance that clenches around air. “You can take it. This is my payment for letting you smoke.”

Itachi begins to slowly push inside you and has to pause for a second as his mind grows fuzzy from the feeling of your welcoming pussy surrounding his cock, both sucking him in deeper and trying to push him out. Your hands find purchase on his biceps, nails clawing at his skin. The tip just slips inside, but that was nowhere near enough for him. Your sweet little cunt felt too good.

“Fuck...” You whisper as he slides in deeper, stretching your walls out to accommodate his girth and length, His thumb ghosts over your clit, trying to help you relax more so that he could slide in even easier and causing you to shudder. Your back arches off the leather interior as you draw in a quick intake of breath, eyes rolling back and letting out a breathy moan of his name.

You couldn’t help yourself. Even if you had just cum twice, you were greedy for more. Your mind was too far gone, lost in the painful pleasure. “Oh god...” you moan out, nails digging further into his biceps as he continues to push in even deeper. Your hips move of their own accord, trying to pull him even closer. “More....” you whisper, staring up into his dark red eyes as one hand comes to cup his face in your palm. You want — need more; you need to feel him moving thrusting deep inside you.

His balls tap against the curve of your ass as he finally bottoms out with a drawn out exhale, his eyes locking on the spot the two of you were connected. Itachi withdraws his hips slowly to find his cock shining with your slick. With a feral growl, he snaps his hips back into you, fucking inch after inch into you. “Fuck, you take me so well.”

Your nails drew red crescents into his skin as your mouth fell open in a silent scream. Itachi knew all the right spots to hit as he thrusts hard and deep, his balls slapping against you. “Oh fuck. Oh god.” You watch as he slides in and out a thick ring of cream forming around the base of is dick. Your hands move from his arms to hold your legs open, pushing them even further apart. “Feels so fucking good, ‘Tachi.”

Itachi’s fingers pinch and tug at your nipples, as he picks up the speed of his strokes. The tip kisses your cervix with each deep penetration, making you cry out louder and squeeze down on his dick. "That's it, princess. Clench down for me. Make my cock nice and wet, yeah?" The sounds of your moans and whines mixed in the wet sounds of his cock entering your gushing heat were like music to Itachi’s ears. And it made him greedy for more. 

You could only stare up at Itachi as he fucks into your sloppy pussy, drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. The burning hot coil in your belly intensified as your moans became even louder, forcing Itachi to cover your mouth with his lips, swallowing and muffling your screams with his tongue. The windows fog up as the smell of sex mixes with the scent of weed, the car rocking gently from the force he was fucking you with.

Breaking away from his lips, you plead with him. “W’nna cum! Please, baby. Make me cum.” Your voice was a high pitch keen as Itachi thrusts in and out of your aching pussy, giving fast deep strokes. You could feel that thread pulling tighter and tighter but each time it was going to snap, Itachi would slow down, grinning down at you sadistically as he edges you. “Itachi, please, lemme cum on your cock baby. Let me make it so wet f’you.”

Itachi almost came right then and there from your dirty talk. Fuck, you were so sexy. Letting him go balls deep in your pretty little pussy like this. He places his hand on your belly, right below your navel and presses down on it. “Feel that. That’s where I am, right?” He purrs, watching your writhe under him. “”Go ahead, cum. Soak my cock in your cum, baby. Make it nice and wet f’me.”

When he presses down on the spot where you could feel him the deepest at, your pussy clenches tightly as your walls begin to spasm. Your clit twitches as your thighs tremble. “Oh fuck, m’g’nna...g’nna. Cumming!!” Your release leaves you in a gush of creamy liquid that creates a thick ring around Itachi’s dick, streaking down the length as he never stopped his thrusting. His thumb comes to circle your sensitive clit, wanting to extend your orgasm for as long as he could.

“Good fucking girl. Just look at the mess you made on my cock. Creaming it and making it so wet.” He watches as your chest heaves, trying to bring air into your lungs. Itachi pauses in his thrusting to give you a second to regain your composure. When you look up at him with those big, wet eyes, Itachi lets out a groan, sliding his cock out and pulling you up. He quickly turns you around so that your chest is pressing against the seat as he lifts your hips up. Leaning over you, he growls, “Don’t run from me, kitty.”

You knew that you would pull away from him in this position, you always do. “Itachi...” you whine, feeling him rub his tip along your soaked slit. “Baby, you know I can’t...” Your words end off in a choked moan as he gathers your braids in one hand, the other on your hip as he snaps his hips forward and sheathes his cock in your heat. Your back arches deeply for him as you reach behind you and place your hand against his chest.

“Too much, baby. Too deep.” You scream as Itachi gives you long, deep strokes that you could feel deep in your guts as he stirs them up. You cry out when he grabs your arms and locks one of his through them while the other wraps around your neck, pulling you back even faster on his cock. 

Itachi grunts as your pussy clenches down tightly on his, trying to milk his cock for his cum. “You take this dick like a good fucking girl.” He whispers in your ear, squeezing your neck gently as his teeth nip at your earlobe. The lewd wet sound of your ass meeting his pelvis filled the car as it rocks gently from the force of each of his thrusts. He relishes in the loud moans that fell from your lips as your pussy gushes around his cock in the most erotic of sights.

You could feel him rubbing your walls in all the right ways as his fat tip presses snuggly against your cervix each time he enters your weeping hole. “ ‘T-tachi...” You babbled out, your nails digging in the palms of your hands as your hands ball up tightly. You could feel your high approaching quickly, too quickly. Trying to press your hands back against his abdomen to slow down the ferocity of his pounding, you cry out. “Baby, m’g’nna cum again if you don’t slow down!”

High off the suns of your screams, Itachi’s hand leaves your neck to smack your jiggling ass as he speeds up even more. “Go ahead and cum for me again. You got plenty in you, right? Give me another one, pretty one.” Sweat glistens on his skin as he pulls another blunt between his lips and lights it up, inhaling the smoke deep into his lungs. Grabbing you by your braids again, he gently tugs on them until your back meets his chest. His hand moves to cup your jaw and turns your head so that you were facing him. 

Itachi blew the smoke that was in his lungs out to fan out over your face as he fucks into you. He could feel you clenching and quivering around his length and a sadistic smirk crawls onto his lips. “Gonna cum for me? This is what? Number four for you and I haven’t even come yet.” Itachi shook his head as the hand that was cupping your jaw slid down the front of your body to circle your cute twitcthing little clit.

He continues his quick snaps of his hips, heavy balls slapping against your flesh as his fingers work your clit. All the stimulation was too much for you as you feel your walls convulsing around his cock and you toss your head back. You came hard, creaming and squirting as your chest heaves. “Itachi...no...” You swallow, pussy fluttering - twitching from overstim. “No, more. I can’t...”

That sadistic smile never leaves his lips as Itachi lets go out your arms, watching as your chest falls to meet the leather interior of the back seat. Taking another drag from the joint, he lets out an exhale that fills the car with more of the intoxicatingly sweet smoke. Stamping out the lit end on the tray, he pulls you up by your arm and into his lap, your back to his chest.. “Yes, you can, kitten.  Just one more f’me. Then I’ll breed this sweet little cunt like I always do. Such a good girl you are, kitty.”

You whimper out when he lifts your hip easily, tapping the tip of his cock against your entrance. His words were like silk to you - soft and velvety as they caress your ears. His praise warms your skin as he slowly brings you back down to sit on his cock. You rock your hips, grinding against him as you take in inch by delicious inch. “Oh fuck...baby...” you whined out as he stretches your sore walls out once more. Fingers slips past your lips to press down on your tongue as his other hand grabs the fat of your hips and fucks up into with slow, deep thrusts.

“Good girl.” Itachi purrs as he feels you immediately suck on his fingers as he bottoms out with a low grunt. “Such a tight little pussy no matter how many times I fuck it to the shape of my cock.” He could feel his high approaching as he bounces you over his dick faster, his hips meeting yours as his balls slaps against your cunt. “Fuck, baby girl, you’re gonna milk me so fucking good.” He took his fingers from your mouth, trailing the strings of saliva that clung to them down your belly to your swollen clit. 

Wrapping his free hand around your throat, Itachi locks you in place when your jolt and try to squirm away from his deft fingers on your clit. His mouth finds your pulse point and his lips close over it to suck a his marks into your flesh. “Gotta cum f’me, pretty. Only then will I fill this sloppy pussy up to the brim with my cum.”

You let out a loud whimper of his name as he fucks up into harder, faster as your arm come up to wrap arons him from behind you. “Fuck, Itachi! ‘S too much.” Your eyes waters as he tightens his hand around your throat as you could feel him swell inside you and you knew that he was close. Turning your head so that your lips were to his ear, you moan out sensually. “Daddy~ Fill me up, please? Wanna cum together with you.”

The name triggers something in Itachi as his hips stutter, cock twitching as his fingerrs work over your clit to bring your to your oragsmic hih once more for him. You knew what you were doing — calling him that name. “Cum with daddy, princess.” Itachi thrusts into oncem twice, three more times before he came, spraying your insides white with his sticky seed. He groans when your own release hits you as you squirt hard, the hot liquid drenching his fingers and pools underneath you in his lap. “That’s my girl.”

Your breathing comes out in quick pants as Itachi slowly brings you back down from your high, kissing your shoulder gently and rubbing his hands over your breasts soothingly. His hips rocks gently into yours, the mixture of his and your cum spilling down his softening cock. “Fuck...I love smoking with you, Itachi.

“You love smoking with me or me fucking you as payment.” He chuckles as he lifts you off his length, hissing slightly at the movement. Pulling his pants back up and tucking himself back into his boxers, Itachi places you on his lap and titls ur head up with his index finger. “So, when are you gonna drop the act and be mine, kitty?” 

A small giggle leaves you as you lean in closer, your lips brushing over his. “Buy me some new panties to replce the one you ripped off of me and I’m yours, old man.” you let out a small shriek when he slaps your ass in retaliation. “Ow!”

“I take it back.” He laughs as he helps you to the front passenger seat of his car. Before he slips back into the driver’s side.  “I’m not asking you anymore. You’re mine.” Starting to car back up and rolling down the windows to let the trapped smoke finally escape with the heavy scent of sex, Itachi turns on the radio and laughs at the song that starts playing through the speakers.

Baby, you can

Ride it, ooh, yeah

Bring it over to my place

And you be like

"Baby, who cares?"

But I know you care

Bring it over to my place

“You coming to my place?” Itachi teases even as he pulls back out to the road, knowing that he was bringing you back to his apartment for another round.

[viinchester]

Dexter :: Masterlist

Welcome to my Masterlist for all things I've created regarding the TV Show “Dexter”! I will try to keep this as updated as possible.

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Requests

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Writing Masterlist

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1. Last Updated On

September 23, 2024

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2. Requests

Requests are OPEN for the following characters:

Dexter Morgan

Brian Moser/Rudy Cooper

You can try to request something for characters that aren't on this list as well, however it's much less likely that I'll actually write for them.

On how or what to request, please check out My Main Post About Requesting!

3. 🌶️ ☔ 💥 🧸 🕳️ 🎭 🔞

I use one or more of the 7 emojis to give you a better understanding of what the content involves. Here's a guide on what they mean:

🌶️ ➞ Smut, usually contains sexual content and/or physical intimacy

☔ ➞ Angst, usually contains emotional pain of some kind and/or evokes sadness/melancholy

💥 ➞ Action/Violence, usually contains fast-paced events and/or physical conflict, often with graphic descriptions

🧸 ➞ Fluff, usually contains feel-good situations with a focus on comfort and/or affection

🕳️ ➞ Dark Stuff, usually contains heavy, disturbing, and potentially triggering topics (Mental illness, (sexual) abuse, trauma, etc.)

🎭 ➞ Drama, usually contains intense emotional shifts and/or emotional turmoil, with moments of tension, conflict, and/or resolution

🔞 ➞ Mature Content, usually contains explicit content that is not suitable for minors (Graphic sexual scenes, extreme violence, mature themes, and/or other adult-oriented material)

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4. Writing Masterlist

Brian Moser/Rudy Cooper:

✒ Haunted Reflections

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Summary: You head to your routine appointment for a readjustment of your prosthetic leg at the Miami prosthetics clinic. This time, however, you are met with Rudy Cooper instead of your usual doctor. Unbeknownst to you, his dark secrets lie hidden beneath the surface, and you’ve unwittingly captured his undivided attention and care.

Warnings: References to Violence and Murder, mentions of Stalking, Trauma (related to losing a limb & violent incidents), Obsessive Thoughts, Unhealthy Behavior, graphic descriptions in thoughts of Gore (Violence, Bloodshed, a bit of Body Mutilation), Moral Ambiguity (we're talking about Brian Moser here, hello?), Insults (like a single word lol), mentions of Drugs (two sentences, nothing about taking them), mentions of Death

Word Count: 3.271

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✒ Shape Of You

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Summary: Brian takes care of your injury after you've taken a nasty fall, however you can't help but feel like something's off about the situation. Unaware of his dark thoughts and oblivious to the deeper manipulation at play, you clear your mind by focussing on his comforting presence, and things quickly get heated.

Warnings: Mentions of an injury and that it's being taken care of (nothing too graphic), Depictions of Sexual Content (Minors DNI!), Rough/Intense Sexual Content, could be considered Dubcon by coercion (not really imo, but just to be on the safe side), Themes of Possession and Objectification

Word Count: 3.271

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Dexter Morgan:

✒ Nothing yet

5. Gifs Masterlist

⏯ Nothing yet

6. Tag List

I don't have a tag list yet. If you want to be tagged in the future for anything specifically (all writings for a specific character for example), feel free to let me know and I'll create one and put you on it!🙏🏼💞

[pupyuj]

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[torawro]

such a nasty depraved man but i can see him doing this 😵‍💫😵‍💫 what’s crazy is that he doesn’t even have to try to resort to trickery or deceit all he had to do was ASK or even just look at me and i would have let him fill me up with so much of his seed🤧🤧 who wouldn’t wanna have that man’s child

Title: “Heads up Baby” Urahara x Reader:

Synopsis: You’ve spent months picking out the perfect sperm donor for you, even consulting your trusted doctor, Dr. Urahara, all about how excited you are for the experience. What you’re not expecting is for him to take an interest in you…and your future child.

Tags: Slight stalker themes, public themes, degradation, dubcon themes, kinda insane urahara…. “Just the tip”, Breeding Kink.

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Urahara loves when he gets his way. Loves when all of his plans finally come into fruition and he gets what he wants. And what he wants is so easy- you made sure of that. With a cute lump of a baby hiding in that little tummy of yours, god he cant wait to fuck you later.

When you came in to his hospital, he knew he'd found the one. The one that would produce his heir and continue on his legacy. With big eyes, and struggling doubt settled on your shoulders, whispers of how many doctors you've been to and how it just wont take.

He made sure it took. He may have lied and even looked at candidates with you, but how are you gonna know that he just used his seed to impregnant that pretty body of yours.

He considered fucking you, but he knew- even without having you face down and whining- that it would take. So he didnt really have to put much effort. Sure was a joy when you came running in and hugging him with good news that you were having a baby.

But just because he used your body, doesnt mean he doesnt like you. With your pretty eyes, and squeezable thighs. Loves when you get all pitchy and moan his name. Even encourages the scratches on his back. It may have taken you awhile to get warmed up, but hes a patient man. He adores you, especially when you look up at him like hes your god when he has his cock in your mouth. Says that he'll be careful with you. That its only the tip and it wont even make you cry. He makes you beg for it. Even likes when you run, but he'll coo to you- yea its ok baby, you can take it. Wrapping his hand around your burgeoning tummy and throat. Cute when you squeeze and gush a little harder at that.

He'll be a good father, it is his kid afterall. Eventually you'll figure it out, especially when the child starts to look oddly familiar.

[planet-dusk]

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[mutt-victim]

Bug. 24 (going on 12). He/They. Traggot. Switch. Verse. Creepy crawlie little freak. Stay a while & get off to my trauma? His buttercup and favourite boy. 🔪

Send Me Praise | Anonymously Say Anything

CW: Hard Kinks. Dark Fantasies, art, writing, and roleplay involving violent topics. I'm gonna call myself a transexual furfag and talk abt rape and incest, plz leave if you can't handle that.♡

DNI: Minors. Racists, Homophobes, Transphobes, and Bigots in general. Kinklist and bio under read more.

Was victimmentality/whorror-film but I had to remake. Might be on better behaviour this time. Maybe.

This is a sideblog.

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Yes Please:

🔪 knifeplay, bloodplay, gore, whump, scarring and bruising, necro, snuff🩸

🔗 kidnapping, cnc, somno, dubcon, stockholm syndrome, rapeplay 🕸

🚬 stalking, yandere, obsession, forced intox, being recorded, blackmail 💌

🧼 ddlb/ddlg, ageplay, fauxcest, size diference, corrupting innocence 🧸

🐶 yiff, monsters + paranormals, petplay, hucow, breeding/pregnancy 🥛

🩷 misgendering, feminization, forced regression, hypno, mindbreaking 🩰

💞 humiliation, power exchange, pegging & anal play, gentle domming 🐻

⚕️ emeto/vom, omo, pissplay, praise + degradation, starvation & more 🫗

No Thanks:

scat. racial degradation/race play. most master/slave dynamics. military/police/royal roleplay and uniforms. feedism. misgendering with detransition in mind. assigning me any sort of "mommy" title. gags, especially ball gags. impersonal, strictly transactional or businesslike kink environments and dynamics with contracts, etc.

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About me:

Tattooed, pierced, edgy alt guy. Total scenester. 5'6, pale, freckled, dark scruffy hair, and I'm kinda squishy. I'm practically the femboy doomer wojak! :3 as far as hobbies, I love taking photos, cooking for people, reading and writing poetry, modding my silly old games all to hell, experimenting with makeup, jamming out to music, thrifting, playin on my n64 and eating sushi. ♡ I also crave being fucked within an inch of my life, I live to please, and I absolutely love sharing my trauma for creeps online to ask intrusive questions about and sexualize what I went through. Who doesn't want their own whiny emo attention whore puppyfriend?~

Most often I come to this blog when I'm in a horrific lovedrunk masochistic mood, but feel free to keep in mind that I am both a switch and verse, as is my partner. There's the ever-present threat of my posts being more service-top and body worship centered, gentle daddydom-minded, or rather sadistic ♡ switchy brain go brrrrr. I welcome all kinds of interaction from all kinds of kinksters, so long as your age is in your bio and is over 18

♡♡♡ Being friends won't just pop out of nowhere, my dms are open~

For transparency's sake, I'm transmasc. I am out and very proud of my identity. Please don't try to win me over with any talk putting down men, and please don't rb me to "men dni" blogs. I don't mind what words you use to refer to any parts of me. Clit, dick. pussy, hole. udders, chest. I don't mind ♡ when in doubt "puppycock" and "tits" are some faves. Please understand: I do struggle with dysphoria, so patience is appreciated in regards to misgen and feminization kinks etc...

[melobin]

im nawt gonna lie or throw shade to ppl who read dubcon-noncon- but sometimes i question how do you not get an ick.?? I feel like noncon is not something that should be a normal thing but yk i have no say read what you want folks🫡🫡

-🧸 anon

yeah it’s .. something. it’s none of my business what people read but i know most people use it as a coping mechanism which yeah i guess but .. there’s definitely an influx of people who are just doing it because they genuinely like it and that makes me feel sick .. riize tumblr would be a prettier place without all the noncon shit but like you said we have no say :// just keep it away from my blog

[antoncore]

yesss he would be so into corrupting you like that pls… also i used to work at like, a sex shop? pretty briefly but they sold so many items but sometimes you’d just look at stuff and be like… how would anyone even… use that…. (-0 kinkshaming, im just not very knowledgeable on the actual practical uses)

ok but… dubcon (probably noncon 😔) breeding/babytrapping with sungchan thoughts though im… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 ur his, only his and he can do whatever he wants with you, cumming inside you and using his fingers to push his seed back inside you, ur overstimulated walls spasming in response… ur so fucked out u don’t rly realize what he’s doing but when u do ur beginning to get upset and squirmy, telling him no, stop, please.. he’d tell you to shut up, grabbing you by the throat, “i don’t care if it takes or not, you’re mine and i’ll do what i want with this cunt” and i just… im so sick… in the head bye

- 🧸 anon

oh god i’m just… i need him so badly😭😭😭 rn (and ik it’s not as mean as what we’ve been saying) thinking about sungchan taking you to a bathroom at a party to fuck you absolutely senseless in front of the mirror :( he just gets sick of you hanging around other guys and wants you all to himself, he’s the only man you’ll never need in life :(