#CW noncon

[pomegranate-theater]

helloo i wonder if you have no problem with the idea of reader passing out during an intercourse?🥹🥹🥹 if that so, could you please write yandere phainon with reader who always reject his affection—even the smallest affection—despite already living together for almost a year or even more? then one day he just snapped and tying reader's hands to the bedpost, then mercilessly—but also gently—having his way with her until she overwhelmed and can't think of anything else other than "maybe his love is the only thing that i need" then eventually passed out? and phainon, being the sweet 'lover' he is, giving the best aftercare for her even when she's still lying unconscious. oh! it'd be great if you could put nipple play here and there. OMG i'm so sorry i talk too much, i hope you don't mind😭😭😭

BITTERSWEET / YANDERE PHAINON

cw: female reader / non-con / bondage / overstimulation / rough sex / nipple and breast play / phainon is kinda delusional / passing out during sex / aftercare / kinda angsty. not suitable for minors or anyone uncomfortable with the mentioned warnings. word count: 2.1k

Note: I tried my best to fit the description into the fic, and I hope everything still blends together well! Let me know.

Could a man being so cruel with you still try to exude sweetness? Because the ropes he chose to tie you with were silky ribbons, with him not daring to chafe your skin or even strain your wrists — should they tug against the headboard. The carefulness of the gesture didn’t mean he gave you any freedom in your movements, however — the binds were still meticulously twisted, not able to be broken unless you possessed a Herculean strength.

“How did this come to be,” Phainon said with bitterness, too shaken up by his frustrations and despair to be stopped in his actions of fucking into you to have a chance to realize the repercussions of doing this to you. “Almost a year of living together, almost a year of me pouring out my heart for you…” his hands gripped harshly on your hips, making you cry out from a small ache, and all you could have done is wrap your legs around his hips tighter if the upper limbs were restrained above your head.

“… and yet, you continue to break my heart repeatedly. I’m starting to think I’m not the selfish person here,” he hissed, and you felt your mind slipping away somewhere, far away, to escape the fire coursing through your nerves.

When Phainon first cornered you after you had yelled at him today, once again, for not respecting your space with what you deemed as clinginess, despite it being scary if out of the range of his typical behavior, you still asininely assumed he’s just agitated and affronted by your additional rejection. Unfortunately for it it turn to be punitive, when soon after he was pouncing on you this way — tying you up, eating you out until your clit was too numb to feel any pleasure, and now — fucking you like an animal, while shifting the blame at you.

You couldn’t be at fault here, in any way, if you’ve never asked him to become your lover nor did you ever have to accept anyone’s affection — no matter how unconditional, well-thought or sacrificial they could be. But put a man to be so desperately in love with you, reaching levels of unhealthily obsessive, and he’ll start to feel entitled to you involuntarily to him.

As he fucked you, and fucked you, and fucked you, not giving you any moment to be spared of him stretching your pussy and digging deep inside with his cock. Your indignant protests have gone quiet at this point, replaced with pleads for mercy as your sensitive body was being lit up when he was forcing you with an intention of making you cum again — this time on his dick, towering over you pliant body with him on his knees between your thighs to be thrusting hard into you.

“P-Phainon, I can’t—” you were sobbing at this point, not even capable of focusing on any specific part of your body, if every was tormented in some ways — so you felt overwhelmed everywhere’s. His cock was hitting your insides with too much depth and scraping them with fast frictions, his hands moved from hips to your breasts to be fondling them; and your clit was sore from both previous actions and now his hips constantly running the ache with thrusts.

“Well, maybe not everything happens to be about you for once—” he spit with venom, and his fingers skillfully massaged your buds between his fingers. Your body lunched upward, the stimulus shattering your last remains of sanity. Could a person die from being overstimulated so much? He’s tortured you with foreplay, if you could call it that, now his cock was his next lesson for you.

When your body went slack, mind fuzzy and difficult to follow up with anything, only then Phainon softened — pitying was visceral to him. “Must you really be so cruel and treat me like I’m a dictator with your rebellion, if I’m only trying to show you my love?” he asked with longing, and slowed down for you sake. In this state, your mind was more susceptible to anything he could throw at you.

“P-phainon… I’m sorry,” you choked out, your sobs having died down but the feeling of being minced in every inch of your body remained.

You either knew how to play him well, what vulnerabilities of Phainon to tug at; or you were genuinely sorry — he couldn’t tell, but didn’t he wish to hear more of your kindness.

“Do you mean it?” he asked with a hope for your benevolence, and grabbed your legs to throw them over his shoulder, before he leaned down to be on top of you — face to face. You were drenched in your sweat, your eyes barely held up with his, and your breath was disturbed.

Somehow, it only made you more beautiful to him; regardless of him being the meanest he has ever been. He was making you his, if you didn’t want to be his. Maybe he’s been too lenient. Maybe he’s given you too much benefit of the doubt, thinking you just need to adjust to him — it’s been more than eleven months now, and he’s been kind, wasn’t he?

Begrudgingly, you agreed. You were losing your mind in this situation too, especially you — at this point, the singular aspect that could prevent your life becoming from more of a ruin was giving in to him. There was no way Phainon would ever let you go, not if he’s not dead, so you could either continue struggling or… try to make the best of this situation to live a better life. “Y-yes, I’m sorry. I know you care…”

It was as if your words whipped him, making him still, as his blue eyes looked at you with disbelief. An acknowledgment, no matter how minuscule compared to the amorphous affection and devotion levels he has expressed when being with you, was a blessing and felt like a greatest of gifts. Perhaps, he’s made a good choice coming at you this way, and should have nipped that in the bud much sooner — in his opinion.

A man now vivacious kissed you with joy and excitement, and withdrew few seconds later when hearing your whimper. “Sorry, I must have exhausted you. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle now.”

Hearing him signal he’s not done yet, just more careful, made you want to protest again. Yet, you didn’t, scared of bursting his bubble or bringing his wrath back. “Okay…”

“That’s right,” he said with pride, and still slow in his thrusts, his lips kissed all over your collarbones, gently, to not further fray your nerves. Phainon knew — at least has learned it today — that you were holding particularly erogenous areas in your breasts. That’s why his lips nipped at the soft flesh.

With your hands still tied, you couldn’t grab at his hair to have something to hold onto; you only grazed your skin with the sting and writhing of the material as you tried to tug your hands away from the headboard. “No… not here!” you begged, trashing under him.

“Shh. I’m being gentle, as per my promise. You can take it, if my only wish is to make you feel good.” You couldn’t explain it to him that feeling good wasn’t the problem here; sadly, once this man sets his mind on this idea, he couldn’t stop.

“And it does feel good, doesn’t it?” he inquired. It did pleasure your body, unfortunately not fully exploitable to you if you felt out of control and way too intense… though, with him looking at you with hope, you muttered “yes”. The sooner you let him finish, the sooner he’ll snap out of his trance — and maybe you’ll manage to let yourself fall too.

You wanted to take it back when his lips wrapped on the right nipple and sucked, nerves in your plush flesh feeling prickled with needles.

“Oh, gods, Phainon, it’s too much!” you cried out, tears spilling on your face again. The drain concerned him for a moment, and he looked up at you, wiping tears for you.

He knew he should be stopping at this point. But there was something in him, not even fueled by sadism, that wanted to see how far he could push you — for his own satisfaction and comfort, so he can be assured in his belief you’re his. Maybe it was control-driven, but having control over you meant he had you.

“Then let it go. Let it all go, and everything will be alright,” he smiled, way too innocently for your distress, and lunged at the other nipple with a doubled fervor. His hips were now awful to you again, chasing the intense unravel from you. He wanted to see you get lost entirely, so he could impose your mind with him only.

His hands under your bent knees, he split you on his cock fast and deep, hitting a spot below your cervix that made you feel lightheaded. His lips were vicious too, swelling the nipples. You couldn’t speak anymore, only make almost screeching noises, among skin clapping and wet stirring sounds reverberating from the walls of a bedroom that should have been a safe haven.

His mouth finally left your nipples and he moved himself closer to you between your legs, his arms sliding upwards — his hands were now holding the sides of your head, his face so close your noses were almost touching, and your legs rested bent over his forearms.

“My love- please, tell me you love me,” he pleaded, his voice cracking, as he sped up his thrusts in chase of anything from you.

To his shock, you reciprocated the words, albeit meekly, “I love you.” Phainon couldn’t be sure if it was you meaning them, or if you simply were repeating anything when your brain was dead and soaking anything like a sponge — but he closed his eyes and pretended it was an honest confession.

“Thank you, thank you…” he moaned when you tightened around, so nearing your orgasm, and hid his face in your neck. “Thank you so much. I love you so much, I could just die—”

You meanwhile, couldn’t even hear his manic ramble, busy with your body getting so light you thought you could fly away. The overwhelming pleasure and approaching demise in form of the orgasm was rushing your blood to be hot and fast through your veins. You weighed nothing, when the final peak of the day was by overly stimulated furnace of your body, and the climax would be your last straw.

The pressure in your abdomen snapped, making you twitch around his cock violently, and you couldn’t even scream when finally lost consciousness, not able to handle the blood pressure change.

He didn’t notice yet, rapt by the ecstatic state of having both of your pussy and your “devotion”; not until he was done filling you up with cum — even with your body limp, he was clueless.

“You are unreal,” he sighed contentedly, trying to bury down the arising guilt coming with the pleasure being lifted off. When not hearing your response, he suddenly snapped his head up, and gasped when seeing your unconscious form. Phainon gently shook your shoulder and when you didn’t wake up, palpated for your pulse — thankfully, you were alive, just shaken up by the intense experience.

A dutiful lover he was, he gently pulled out, witnessing his seed drip out onto the bedsheets under you. You could be waking up any moment, and him not wanting you to panic by discomfort, he was quick to clean you up and dress you up — no matter if sad by the loss of skin to skin contact, all gentle and delicate for you and your sensitive body.

He was conflicted and flickering between two emotions — guilt and satisfaction. Guilty from pushing you so far, and jubilant from your submission and admission (whether honest or not, time will verify).

When you began to awake, slowly coming to the realization of what has happened as you regained your bearings, you didn’t find it in yourself to struggle. Too exhausted physically and wiped out emotionally, you let him hold you.

“I’m so glad you’re awake. I was extremely worried about you, my muse,” he was now in a cosseting mood, speaking to you as if you were a sick baby of his. That’s why while running his hand over your back, safely nested in his arms, he spoke sweetly; as if it wasn’t all his fault, just duty doing to finally make you see his efforts and love, “Are you in any pain?”

“I’m sore…” you replied with no enthusiasm; to which he didn’t deflate, assuming you’re as tired as you say. “Hm, I’m sorry for that, but I’m sore with our intimacy, we finally have made amends.”

“Amends”, he says. You didn’t want to make any; however, what other choice did you have at this point? You had to survive somehow.

“… Yeah,” when you confirmed and even cuddled up closer to him, he smiled beaming with happiness, and was quick to be on his feet. “Stay here.” Not that you could walk anywhere. “I’ll bring you some water and food, and then I’ll massage your legs-”

When Phainon disappeared out of the room, you closed your eyes with resignation — you even missed the warmth of his body and hoped for its quick return.

[spurbleu]

141 x reader. cw. dubcon very much on the verge of noncon, implied drugging

price and kyle who, under the maple light of the underground pub scene, sniff you out. sweating over the jostled, unkempt desire to be seen. hands flirting between your drink and your hair.

it’s like you’re asking for it.

kyle, the more outrageous of the two, places a hand on your lower back. you jolt, but his eyes are the stove to your butter. orders you a drink. slides it in place of your empty glass.

“my husband and I thought you were gorgeous, darlin.”

you stare. glance past him to find a new pair of brick shoulders. a harsh, formidable jaw. blue eyes that you cannot read.

you down the drink. it tastes like brown sugar and leaving with the two men who gave you an out.

syrupy blinks. weak knees. cotton mouth that drools when you watch the brick man drive. lucid body that melts further into the stove man and his wandering hands. you cannot bring yourself to care about their real names.

you really should have.

as you’re about to find out, they’re not married. the strange, two men at the gate call them Price and Gaz. The larger of the two carries you into the house that looks a lot different than yours.

vicid, tired muscles. they lie you down. panic is a small, quiet bird in your chest. there, but not loud. it’s long until the morning, so she doesn’t sing. not yet.

she flutters when you watch stove…Gaz and a man with a mohawk play a hand game to decide who “works you open”.

Price and the one with the skull mask fiddle with their belts.

the liquor solidifies over your vocal cords, and your left dumb and mute. when you open your mouth, a pathetic croak grabs their attentions.

their eyes eat you before their teeth do.

[kabr0ztrousers]

A fat demon duke madly falling in love with a fem reader that is not into him. He has her tied up while she is kicking and screaming for him to stop undressing and touching her. All the while he tells her how delicious her body looks/feels and how much of a better life she'll have with him. Oh and he buries his face in her pussy and makes her squirt a ton.

Kabr0z Writes Episode 84: Duke of the Iron Forest

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes Anthology here!

CWs: Noncon; restraints; receiving cunnilingus; female ejaculation; overstim; painful penetrative sex; excessive cum

A/N: Sorry there wasn't a story yesterday, a combination of an early morning and a late shift messed with me a little.

That makes 2 I owe you all, which I'll make up at some point before the year's end

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The chains held you, suspended halfway up the wall. Rough, hot stone behind you, black iron railings above. A bar between your ankles kept your legs spread out, exposing you to any who passed by.

Not that anyone passed by, of course. The guards were forbidden from this section of the dungeon. The only one permitted to enter your cell was your captor, Duke Bombodur of the Iron Forest. He had more titles, demons collected them like other people collect stamps, but you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of remembering most of them. Maybe if he'd just let you go, you'd be nicer to him. Or you'd run a million miles away and never look back.

You sighed, daydreaming of freedom, fleeing as fast as your legs would carry you through the spiky forest. The smell of the dungeon brought you back to reality: sulphur, iron, old stone. Your sigh went from wistful to exasperated as you rattled around in vain, testing chains you knew would never weaken.

The flapping of wings echoed through the corridor. He turned a corner, coming into view. Tiny wings sprouted from his shoulder blades, flapping lazily to keep him in the air. That was the only small part of him. Bombodur was a hulking mass of shuddering, quivering flesh. Stumpy, gout-ridden limbs protruding from an almost spherical body, a head comprised mostly of jowls and broad, curling horns perched on top. Deep black skin stretched over his body, patterned with stars that seemed to be miles beneath the surface, twinkling and shifting as he moved. Gold jewellery jangled on his wrists and ankles, a shimmering golden robe hung from him. Open at the front, it did nothing to hide the swinging manhood that dangled between his legs, perpetually leaking a string of golden precum onto the ground underneath him.

Nobody ever accused him of subtlety.

"Ahh, my pet" His voice was deep and slurred, every syllable flowing like crude oil "How I love visiting you" He hovered up to your face as you turned away from him. The back of one hand stroked your cheek the smells of heavy incense and blood clinging to his skin made bile rise in your throat

"Are you going to let me go?" You turned your face up, pointedly not looking at him

"Only when you accept my proposal"

Ugh, this again

He continued "Be my dutchess, rule by my side as my wife! You'll find it much more comfortable than this squalid dungeon"

You rather liked your dungeon. You hate it, but it's still preferable to marrying him.

He floated higher, holding your face, pointing you towards him as a cruel grin "Mayhaps I shall convince you" He hovered slightly lower, creaking arms holding your thighs apart as he started kissing the outer lips of your cunt. You tried to twist your body away from him, only succeeding in driving yourself into his face. His tongue slipped between your lips, forked a hundred times, every tip teasing a different part of you as it slid in. You hated to admit it, he was good at this.

The very end of his tongue probed your cervix, the barbs at the base rubbing against your clit. Still more in the middle rubbed the ceiling of your vagina, pressing against the ridged upper wall as your cunt tensed around him. You groaned as your head lolled back, your body responding to his mouth as it sealed around your entrance, rhythmically sucking on you as your hips twisted and turned against him.

You felt like you needed to piss. Every move of his tongue sending twinges through your bladder. The pressure grew and grew with his attention, your toes curling and breath catching. Your clit tingled in his mouth as your feet planted on the stone behind you, pushing yourself harder against his mouth. He pressed against your pubic bone from the inside, forcing up into the inner part of your clit.

You barely stifled a scream as you felt yourself empty into his mouth. Every move, every twitch and ripple of his tongue drove more fluid out of you. Your eyes rolled as he kept going, feeling yourself fill up again before releasing a second time before he coaxed you to a second release, then a third, a fourth...

You lost count. He ate your cunt like he needed it to live, gulping down your squirt like it's the first water he'd had in days. Every time you came, every stifled whine, moan or whimper spurred him on. Your aching cunt squeezed and twitched, every move making you sob and squeak.

He pulled away from you. Floated back up to be level with your face, the many-tipped tongue licking your cheek before he forced it down your throat. The musky, hot taste of your orgasms coating your tongue as he pressed that drooling cock against your twitching quim. It slipped in easily, the soft flesh of your cunt parting around it as he made it fit. His tongue muted the groans of pain escaping you as you gargled out your displeasure, the radiating pain coming from between your thighs mingling with renewed arousal as the thick rod drove into you. He rubbed against you, wings flickering as every thrust pushed you upwards, every time he went deeper until he hammered against your cervix. Another scream of pain was muted by his mouth as it hammered against your back wall, bruising your sensitive limit. Every bludgeoning thrust eliciting cries of pain as he pleasured himself with your broken body.

At last, he forced himself deep into you, threatening to burst through. His breath was fetid as he grunted into your face. A guttural, grinding noise came from deep in his chest. His cock swelled up slightly, pressure building before he shot his load into you. Pulse after pulse of hot cum flooded you, filling your womb before flowing out of you, every fresh pulse forcing itself in before your body pushed it out, flowing down his cock to land with a slapping drip on the floor.

He pulled out. Your wide-open cunt twitching, golden cum dripping from you in a glob. His tongue pulled from your gagging throat. You collapsed, the chains taking your weight as your body hung slack

"Same time tomorrow, songbird?"

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That went a little more noncon than I was expecting! I was tempted to put in cervical penetration as well, but someone has requested a demon do that to some hapless reader, so I'll save it for now...

I hope I've adequately described the sensation of having a squirting orgasm, it's not something there's a lot of documentation on. Or rather, there's a *lot* of documentation on it, but it's almost all intended to be read with one hand below the belt. Maybe one day you'll get to hear the story of my first sexual liaison, where I learned I'm pretty good at that

[shipcest-f-f]

[boolger]

Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before 🌻 ch.4

Female reader x Nikolai x Price ✨ wc: 6.4K - call of duty - explicit, MDNI. Read the tags. Dead dove don’t eat.

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tags: non-consensual elements/rape, bikers AU, biker gang 141, omegaverse, dub-con, non-con touching, harassment, stalking, reader has a vagina, M/M/F threesome, threats, reader has a nickname, loss of parent, original characters, pack dynamics, alpha!John Price, Alpha!Nikolai, omega!reader, forced bonding, loss of virginity, breeding kink, piss kink, scent marking, daddy kink, stun guns, smut, rough sex, knotting, (maybe pregnancy), voyeurism, punishments, noncon spanking, p in v sex, anal sex, overstimulation, claiming barks, uh short appearance of a chopped off body part (action not described but the part will appear shortly)

A/N: Read the tags. This is were all the more intense stuff begins. If you don’t like reading non-con and dark stuff like that, stop reading this fic. I had plans of making this chapter longer, but I have decided to cut it there, because otherwise i feel like i force too much into one chapter alone lol. As always, lots of smooches to the lovely @venuskaltrip for being a bestie and dealing w my yapping

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Run.

Your sneakers crushed the flowers that the Parker pack had no doubt spent time planting last weekend - you rushed through the little garden gate that they had to the The Browns’ garden; ignoring the yells from the bikers, as you disappeared further and further in between the houses with the twisting trails and barely-there openings between houses that you could only just squeeze through.

Forcing bushes to part, ignoring whenever thorns ripped in your clothes and your skin. Accidentally breaking a potted plant or two, almost making a garden gnome fall over.

Run.

You lost them three or four gardens ago.

Shouts echoing - motorbikes being started, the sounds of the engines adding to the music of the thunderous clouds above. The footsteps behind you became less and less audible - you desperately needed to put more space in between them.

Run.

Millhaven wasn’t big enough to hide in forever, they would find you eventually even if you hid in between houses and shops, on roofs or in garden sheds - but you knew that, knew that you just had to occupy them for a short moment, make them think you stayed, while you didn’t. Hoping they would spend time looking through gardens, behind houses and between alleyways.

As you spotted the thin opening in the back of the garden, which belonged to the house with the smoking teenager, you went directly towards it. The opening was thin, right in between the stone fence and a bush, but it was there and after checking over the shoulder to make sure none of the bikers were near, you pushed yourself through it.

Run.

Away from the asphalt and gravel roads, the houses and gardens, the street lights and the light turning on in the windows; into the darkness of the night, to hide in between the shadows, inside the field.

The cornfield greeted you like an old friend, when you ran into it, the stalks and leaves hitting your jacket with soft thuds, opening up for you and closing up behind. The engines were like monsters in the dark, looking for you.

The whole town had to know now - know that something was up, that something was wrong tonight. That the roars of the sky was a warning for what to come, dark moments that had built up to this for weeks.

You ran for the forest.

When you were a child, you used to love running through the fields behind Millhaven together with your friends. Run through the wheat, the tall grass - it didn’t matter what was planted, but your favourite was corn. You could disappear into it together, like a never ending labyrinth of green and yellow, that could take hours to escape if you didn’t know how to. Together with Beatrice and the others, you would spend hours and hours out there, right until a few days before harvest. Then you would stay inside the houses or in the gardens, listening to the playground of the year disappear. When everything was done, it would be colder outside - and your little group would stay inside and watch the older kids drive across the bare fields on their ATVs.

Run.

When it was winter and the fields were all bare, it would be football fields or even better, if it snowed, all of you would spend as many bright hours of the day outside, kids across all ages meeting to make giant snow fights and create an endless amount of snowmen. Disappear into the forest behind the fields and when some adults had checked the ice, you would all ice skate on the small lake inside it.

When Carlos was a teenager, he broke his arm once when trying to do a trick, in order to impress Dennis. His parents weren’t impressed, but Dennis did draw a heart on the plaster once Carlos got back from the hospital.

Run.

Another time, during a warm summer evening swim, Beatrice had dropped an earring into the same lake - forcing everyone to dive and search for it, for several days in a row.Finn’s little sister somehow found it three years later and returned it to Bea, who still wore the earrings sometimes.

Run.

Another vivid memory that hit you, as the corn smashed into your face and body, barely able to breathe from how you were forcing your body to continue, was a late summer afternoon many years ago, when you all lost Enid in a cornfield. It felt as if all of you had spent hours yelling out her name, before finally managing to find her before it became too dark outside.

Run.

A corn stalk hit you directly in the middle of your face, making you yelp, only adding to the frustration of the pain already in your body. You wanted to sit down and cry, to hide beneath your dad’s bed, but you had to continue running - you simply had to go straight, then when you hit the first tree, turn left; deeper into the wilder nature, if you weren’t wrong, there might still be a tiny treehouse somewhere near the lake.

The thunderous rumble above you couldn’t hide the sound of an engine not too far from you - it didn’t sound like their big Harley Davidson or whatever their bikes were, but instead like the ATVs from your childhood. You found solace in knowing that it would be hell, if not impossible, to drive through the tall corn - but they could drive by the borders and —

If they didn’t catch you, you were going to die from the pain of running for too long now; your legs burned, your lungs felt like they didn’t work, your pulse was beating so hard it felt like it would burst - there were stars in your eyesight. You wanted to lay down so badly, gasp for air, maybe down three bottles of water.

You had never been a runner. Alphas didn’t physically run from problems, they met them head on.

But you’re not an alpha, are you?

You weren’t sure if it was the fright of what would happen that made your legs continue, if it was somehow courage because you refused to give up - or if it was something instinctual, your inner omega forcing you to not let yourself be taken by such alphas.

You just needed to get to the forest.

Run.

You almost let out a cry of victory when you saw the dark trees looming nearby, a lightning strike not too far away illuminating the sky for a second - dread hitting you suddenly like a lighting strike; you were barely able to stop near the edge, almost falling over face first, with how fast you stopped. Out of reflex you threw yourself onto the ground, in between the stalks and a few seconds later an ATV drove past, a flashlight lighting the corn stalks above you for a second, before it disappeared further down the road.

Looking for you. You wanted to throw up.

You pawed helplessly at your pocket for a moment, taking out your phone - new texts, unanswered calls and you quickly turned it off. Just in case. Even though Mary, Beatrice or any of the others might be trying to contact you, you didn’t trust the 141 to not be tracking you.

In a way, it was like your omega was taking over. After so many years of hiding her away in the back of your mind, she was desperately trying to save you now, forcing you to get up again, not even aware of the muddy clothes. Survive, get somewhere safe - you abandoned the safety of the cornfield, crossing the muddy borders between the field and forest, crawling under the fence. Disappearing in between two tall trees, your omega desperately trying to purr in order to get you to calm down; but you felt possessed, as if overtaken by a demon, unable to phantom the mere idea of slowing down or no longer continue to run.

They were everywhere, you were sure. It was as if all of your paranoia that had been gnawing and growing inside your body for years were coming true. It was only a matter of time, then they would get you - your life would be ruined, they would break you apart and infest your body, break your mind and force you into something you had never been allowed to be; they would take everything from you and if you didn’t attempt to escape it, you might as well had agreed.

Run.

Everything hurt.

Run.

A lightning strike hit again nearby.

Run.

You didn’t want to die.

Run.

You didn’t want them.

Run.

You didn’t want to become their omega.

Run.

The edge of the forest was filled with noise.

Run.

Who would look after Mary?

Run.

Did your dad do it out of love?

Run.

Where were you even supposed to g—

A body collided with yours from the side, a scream leaving you from the lungs that barely seemed able to work.

The forest ground was damp and cold as you hit it, the collision making pain bloom, like a bomb that exploded, sending shockwaves throughout your body. Air forced out your body, as a feral growl came from above you, like an angered god - the second you managed to take a breath, you screamed. Loudly. Hysterically.

Just like you had feared, you had been caught by your worst nightmare, his growling guttural. You trashed, trying to get away, as a hand grabbed onto the back of your jacket, angry words you didn’t understand, spilling from his lips, no, snarled like a beast, as you attempted to elbow him in the face.

”Stupid ‘mega,” Nikolai growled, attempting to put his body weight on top of you, despite how you fought beneath him; screaming and growling without stopping, refusing to stop, even if you only felt yourself be pushed further into the damp forest ground, “so wild - stop fighting—“

Your screams were loud even to yourself, your fingers in pain as you clawed at everything you could get a hold of, squirming to get free from him. The odds were against you - the alpha was bigger and stronger, but still. Why would you stop fighting for what seemed like your own survival?

Nikolai didn’t seem fond of your continual resistance - and when you managed to get one of your hands into your pocket, grabbing onto the pepper spray, an almost animalistic sound left the Russian alpha on top of you. He manhandled you so suddenly it caught you off guard, forcing you onto your back, his big hand grabbing a hold of your wrist in which you held your weapon. Nikolai snatched the metal from your hand despite your other hand clawing at his hand like mad. When he succeeded and tossed the metal can into the darkness of the forest, you screamed again, unsuccessfully attempting to hit his face - but you did manage to knee him between his legs.

A pained howl left him, his grip loosening.

You could hear the sounds of engines coming closer, drawn to the sounds of your screams. Yelling nearby, as they looked for the two of you. The thunder and lightening couldn’t even hide or help you.

You managed to push yourself slightly away, turning around to get up and on your feet.

Nikolai’s hand grabbed onto your ankle before you even got up, pulling you back and making you body slam into the ground again, the alpha snarling words you didn’t understand - you kicked his hand, another snarl leaving the man as you managed to get up, staggering onto your feet.

You didn’t even manage to get that far, his big body pulling you close again, keeping you on your legs.

“Stop fighting, Milaya.” “We will help you.” “You cannot win.” “You’re ours, little one.”

The words all melted together and you didn’t even attempt to listen to it, as he dragged you backwards, closer to the gap between the cornfield and forest edge again, one hand going around your neck, as you desperately attempted to bite and scratch him. Nikolai had taken your pepper spray, but he had seemingly forgotten about your stun gun. Too busy rumbling furiously, a guttural sound, dragging you along, despite your heels digging in and with how you tried fighting - so you somehow managed to pull the weapon from your pocket.

It was close to a practiced, almost a familiar, action now; flipping the on button and pushing down on the other button, as you pressed it against his bare skin on his hand.

An angry, throaty snarl left Nikolai, as he pulled back his hand that had been around your neck, attempting to take your weapon, but you fought this time, pressing it against him again and again - but unlike the first time, the Russian didn’t pull back nor did he let go of you.

”Gonna destroy you,” he darkly warned in between you hopelessly tasering him twice - somehow you managed to press it against his cheek, even if just for a second. You knew you would leave a mark, another stench of burnt flesh hitting you hard, mixing with the overwhelming scent of lust and anger.

It made Nikolai decide to tip you over, his heavy boots kicking your legs out from beneath you; harshly forcing you to the ground, onto your back without any mercy, settling on top of you… Your eyes widened with horror.

He was hard. You could feel his erection pressing against your stomach - when you frantically pressed the metal throngs against him once more, it wasn’t a sound from pain or annoyance that left him. But one from pleasure. The alpha on top of you moaned shamelessly, a deep throaty sound, like he was enjoying being tased. The mere fact startled you enough to allow him to grab onto your stun gun, easily pulling it out of your hand, ignoring your dull claws as you attempted to take it back.

Almost as if the claws weren’t there… as if you weren’t there, as if you weren’t a human being, not like him. Beneath him, easily overtaken, easily defeated.

Run, your inner omega screamed, but how were you supposed to? Submit. Run. Submit. Run. Nikolai was snarling above you, rutting against you, stinking of lust and power, his mere presence demanding the submission you refused to give, fighting every step of the way.

Where exactly he got the wet piece of cloth from, you didn’t know, but the moment he forced it onto the lower half of your face, you knew it wasn’t just water. The smell was intense in its own way, forcing its way into your nostrils and mouth, as you screamed and trashed beneath the bigger man. It was an nauseously sweet scent in an odd way that you almost couldn’t recognise, drops of the liquid trailing into both your nose and mouth, as he pushed it harder against you, staring down at you with a feral grin. Grinding against you, ignoring the way you trashed, the way tears spilled from your eyes, the way you coughed.

”Stop fighting, Milaya,” he cooed, the loving voice almost like venom, forcing its way into your bloodstream, making your body ignite with pain, “Don’t be silly, no?”

Every breath hurt, it burned, not only from the deep exhaustion, as the adrenaline began to disappear, but the wet cloud made you feel dizzy. Nikolai’s entire weight on your body hurt, as stones and branches dug into you from beneath, tears blurring your sight, as you helplessly pawed at him.

Ru-… Submit.

The rumble that came from him was pleased, his free hand sliding beneath your neck and with a little manoeuvring, you felt him grab onto your skin and pull; scruffing you, like a parent would a naughty pup.

”Sleep, little Sunflower,” his voice sounded tender as he almost cooed; like you were his lover having woken from a nightmare, unable to sleep afterwards and not a sobbing mess, he was trying to knock out with chloroform, “no more running.”

Submit, your inner omega screamed. Survive, your mind screamed back.

Headlights illuminated the two of you as you were found; Nikolai became a blurred silhouette above you, a godly shadow, as the last energy left your body and everything went dark.

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There was a familiar smell… blended together with something unfamiliar, yet not fully unknown. You weren't asleep, but you weren’t quite awake either.

Your head felt like it was filled with cotton… perhaps wet cotton, forced into your skull, pressed so hard together it could barely be there, your nose and mouth burning a little… Sore.

Had you escaped?

Purring. It felt slightly nice, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Was it you who were purring?

There were more noises. So many noises. People talking, boots on wooden floors. Laughter. Doors opening and closing. Fridge opening, then closing. Drawers pulled out. Somebody was walking up and down the stairs constantly. Something was boiling. The couch creaked, a familiar sound to you; you had laid in it so many times, that you could recognise it anywhere. Then… the smell of tobacco.

The sound of a groan - it took you a second to realise it was from yourself, the headache suddenly becoming harder for a moment, like somebody was forcing more wet cotton into your skull, despite the limited space.

Another groan, bordering on a whimper. Something was touching your head. Your hair was slightly wet. As you groggily opened your eyes, you saw a bit of mud in a tuft of it.

The light hurt, making you groan again and you twisted a little, unsure of where you were - then it actually hit you.

Something - no, someone was touching your hair, gently petting it. It made you freeze - and then a deep chuckle appeared, the purr stopping for a moment. Your eyes shot open once again, even if everything still were a little blurry, everything doubled for a second; the scent actually hitting you, almost warning you of who you would see, as you dared to look up.

John Price was gently petting you. Your head was resting on his lap and he looked down at you, another deep purr leaving him, messing with your head once again. He wasn’t wearing his leather jacket for once.

A coo-like sound left him and he moved his hand to gently caress your cheek for a moment. It was almost as if you couldn’t move, mind overwhelmed, too confused and the drug was still soaked into said mind.

“It’s okay, darling,”. He whispered all lovingly and tenderly at you, hand warm against your cold skin “go back to sleep, sweet flower, you can relax. We got you now.”

Perhaps it was supposed to be comforting. But it wasn’t. Not to you.

We got you now.

It was as if your body followed his command, even if it was unwillingly. As if you disappeared into the cornfield again, darkness consuming you, while you desperately pushed through the many corn stalks, faces flashing by. Your mom, dad, Nikolai, Ghost, Mary, Beatrice as a child, Soap, the female omega in your door, Dennis, Carlos with his broken arm, Lewis from the pub, the Spanish talking woman, child Enid crying, since she was scared and waiting to be found —

You blacked out again, mind disappearing into the darkness.

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“Every day?” You asked your dad, looking down at the pills in your hand. They looked harmless in your palm, like they were vitamins - perhaps allergy pills at best. A part of you wanted to refuse, but you knew it was a smart move. The Shadows, on their roaring bikes, with their odd logos and angry words, did scare you but the idea of them becoming interested in you, scared you even more.

“Yes, dear,” your dad answered, putting the last bottles into the medicine cabinet before turning around, adding “It’s for your safety.”

Safety. Your dad smelled like safety to you. Sometimes you convinced yourself that he still smelled of mom too.

You stared at the pills a little more, wondering how the fuck they were going to get rid of the faint scent of omega from your body, but at the same time, you weren’t really into science - if they worked, they worked. You finally looked up at your dad.

He held a glass of water, offering it to you with a smile on his face, though it seemed sad. You took it, popping the pills into your mouth, washing them down with the water, ignoring the slightly chemical taste it left.

”It’s only until they leave,” your dad promised, sadness in his voice despite the smile, “or you move away. Then you won’t have to take them any more.”

You doubted the shadows would just disappear out of nowhere, but one could be hopeful. A couple of years, you imagined - then they certainly had to have grown tired of Millhaven and everything would be back to normal. Just like when mom was alive.

”Yeah,” you whispered, leaning into your father’s body as he pulled you into a hug.

”I’m sorry, my little Sunflower.” His voice was nothing but a whisper and you hid your face in his shirt. Taking in his scent and wondering why he was apologising. If it was because the two of you were stuck here in Millhaven or because he made you take the pills. In theory, you could just refuse. He would let you. You knew that. Still. You were scared.

”It’s not like you can control me bein’ born as an omega,” you pointed out dryly, making your father huff. It was an attempt to make him feel better, but you didn’t know if it worked.

It wasn’t like you could control it either, yet you could hide it for others.

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Your eyelids felt too heavy to move. The headache didn’t feel as rabid as it had the first time you woke. Unable to open your eyes at first, you instead took in the noises of your house. There wasn’t much noise, but you knew you were still in your own house, as you could easily recognise the familiar scents, as well as the feeling of your couch, the fabric pressing against your cheek. Your head wasn’t resting in the lap of John Price, which was a relief.

Your mouth was dry, so you slid your tongue along your teeth a couple of times, trying to make your eyes open. You managed to, ever so slightly, the familiar yet blurry sight of the coffee table and turned off television oddly comforting despite their mundanity.

“Are you waking up, little sun?”

The voice made you groan and closed your eyes when a pair of black pants with chains on came into view - the Russian accent making a shiver of uneasiness rush through your body. For just a second you were back at the edge of the forest, wet leaves clinging to you as you pressed the stun gun against Nikolai’s skin again and again. You remembered the smell of burning flesh… the way the alpha had moaned from the pain and grinded against you.

When you opened your eyes again, you let out a loud cry; Nikolai’s face was all up in yours, a feral grin on his face, that made your instincts scream for you to run.

As if you hadn’t attempted to run already.

“Ah, da, you are - got scared i used too much,” he stated casually, as if he was telling you about the weather, “Don’t worry about anything now, little omega, most of our things have already been moved in.”

Despite the slight pain in your head and the tiredness that had sept into your bones, you quickly sat up, crawling backwards away from Nikolai, to the other end of the couch, the man merely staring like a hungry beast; sitting down on the couch, while you freaked out, crawling close to you himself.

”What the fuck are you - you’re crazy! Both of you are bloody insa—“

A hand appeared at the back of your neck and suddenly you felt yourself get scruffed like a misbehaving kid, making you wail, arms weakly pawing at the man behind you; you didn’t need to look to know who it was, because Price’s scent was intense, his fingers bearing a strong smell of tobacco as well.

”Calm down, pet,” Price said, while your body slowly went limb, his other hand pushing beneath the opening of your shirt, running his warm fingers with the cold rings along your skin, only to caress your scent gland, “We just moved the most important things in while you napped, pet. Just enough for the beginning.”

His words almost didn’t register, your eyes wide, staring at Nikolai who was still grinning, his eyes following Price’s hand touching your gland…. Your bare, exposed gland. They had taken your scent patches off. It was the first time in years that somebody touched your glands without any patches on and the feeling was weird, making a small whimper leave you.

This had to be a nightmare; an odd, terrifying nightmare. Created from your deepest fears, trauma added to make it even worse.

”I - I…” the words couldn’t escape your mouth, your body still lax because of his grip on your scruff - yet it was the overwhelming amount of things that had happened while you had been out cold that kept you from speaking; the mean sentences you were ready to speak, the comebacks to make them upset. They were all stuck, just like you were in your body right now.

The moment Price let go of you, your body sagged together for a second, before you all but scrambled to the floor, in an attempt to put some more distance between you and the alphas. Said alphas who were watching your every move with hungry yet amused expressions. Like they were waiting for a certain moment to jump you.

”I’m gonna report you,” you threatened, hands curling into fists as you crawled backwards a little, growling a little at them, “I’m not gonna let you get away with any of this!”

Nikolai’s sudden laughter was so loud and heavy that it made you flinch and growl a little more.

”Who are you gonna tell, hm?” Price asked in a mocking voice, moving in front of the couch to get closer to you, yet it was as if a demon suddenly overtook his body while he moved, face darkening, “Nobody is going to help you, Sunflower. Nobody dares.”

”You’re ours now, milaya,” Nikolai menacingly crooned from the couch.

“But don’t worry,” Price continued with no kind of comfort in his words, “You will forget everything about that when we’ve fuck you silly—“

”No - nonono,” you desperately crawled backwards, Price calmly following.

”Gonna fuck you until your scent returns,” it was a promise, it was a threat and despite him continuing you turned around and scrambled away - only to run into the arms of Nikolai who had moved from the couch without you noticing.

You screamed; filled with the fear of what they were going to do, what was going to happen, the horror they would force upon you. Nikolai pulled you close, slapping his hand over your mouth for a moment, tears falling from your eyes.

”We’re gonna fuck you until you go into heat, sweetheart,” He was smiling, all lovingly at you - and then Nikolai yanked you towards the stairs - towards upstairs, with all the bedrooms and you screamed again, Nikolai not even bothering to cover your mouth more. There was nothing loving about this, nothing romantic like books always described couplings between alphas and omegas to be like. Nikolai all but dragged you while you fought, with Price casually walking behind you, smiling with glee, like you were the most delicious thing he had ever seen.

Like this was a normal thing.

They were going to force you into heat, force you into everything you had feared.

You couldn’t stop it from happening, the fear overtaking you as Nikolai had dragged you up just two of the steps — You pissed yourself, the warmth that spread from your body only making it worse and somehow more embarrassing, making you sib and twist.

“Nik.”

Price’s voice made Nikolai stop at once, his big arm around your chest still holding you fast - a purr like sound leaving Price, as you sobbed, eyes closed.

”My my, Sunflower,” Price growled, his hand reaching out to touch your pants at your inner thigh that was darkening with the urine that spread, “pissing yourself like a scared dog, huh?”

Some of the liquid ran down your leg and dripped onto the wooden staircase as if to confirm his question. Despite your sobs, you could hear both of the men inhale deeply and sniff. Taking in the scent of your piss; you were both horrified and embarrassed at the same time.

”Fuck,” Nikolai muttered darkly, ”Body knows were in control, huh? That you are little pathetic pup, da?”

The worst thing was that you knew he was right and the thought almost paralysed you, because they were in control - the two of them were the strongest. And you wanted to scream and cry that they couldn’t do this to you, that you didn’t want your first time to be covered in piss and against your will, but you knew they weren’t going to romance you if you said so.

It wasn’t unheard of for omegas to piss themselves in intense situations when it came to dominance, but you had never felt close to that. It felt as if your body was betraying you.

Nikolai hauled you up the last few steps, almost throwing you to the wooden floor as he got up, and you let out a cry, your body tired and terrified - the last urine escaping your bladder as you sniffled. They far from sounded upset about you pissing yourself, in fact, if the lust scent filling the room was anything to go by, they were rather into it.

“Gonna fuck your piss-dripping pussy, milaya,” Nikolai warned, raising his foot to press against your soft, lower stomach, almost as if to see if he could force more piss out of you, making you close your eyes from the pain, “not gonna be nice.”

“Nasty little thing,” Price began, “It was never the pla—“

“I’VE NEVER HAD SEX,” your voice was loud, raw and desperate, and you feebly tried to hit and push away Nikolai’s foot, pressing your eyes close, “please don’t - please don’t- I’m scared- I’m - you’re being so gross, I’m - I’m —“

Beyond your cries and intense begging, none of them said anything for a moment, but you couldn’t make yourself care, continuing to beg, your voice slowly dying down, while you hit Nikolai’s foot. It finally moved.

You were taking shaking breaths when they moved, suddenly both over you, pressing you down, your eyes opening; Nikolai grabbed a hold of you, easily pushing you onto your stomach like you weighed nothing, ignoring your wail.

“Nononon—“

“Oh Sunflower,” Price’s voice was like honey, so sweet sounding that the poison you knew was beneath, even though it was barely audible, as he squatted down in front of you, “why didn’t you say so, sweetheart?”

“Fuck you, asshole- wha—“

Nikolai had taken and grip and pulled your hips up like you were a doll, forcing you onto your knees, before grinding his clothed erection against your piss soaked pants, moaning out a disgusting, “you smell so good, flower.”

The wet, still slightly warm fabric pushed against your cunt and you closed your eyes at the disgusting feeling.

”No, fuck you’re nasty, piece of—“ your anger were cut up as he trusted against you again, almost making you topple over from the sudden power, a half sob leaving you. He leant further over you while Price let out an amused laughter and to your horror, he began to open his belt buckle. Nikolai strongly distracted you by grapping a hold of one of your arms, pulling it behind your back without a care. Your scream didn’t deter him and you began sobbing loudly over the entire situation again, feeling helpless with only one arm to keep your face from being repeatedly pushed into the wooden floor.

Each thrust felt so weird, so foreign, so wrong.

At the sound of Price pulling down his fly, you forced yourself to close your eyes, too afraid of what he would do, unable to stop your sobs. There could hardly be anything sexy about you right now, tears mixing with snot, face half smashed into the floor.

You tried to block everything out without succes, tensing up a little as you heard Price shifted to kneel in front of you.

”Pretty girl,” you felt Price touched you beneath one of your eyes, making you open it for a second in confusion, following the hand and oh, fuck that was nasty - he used the hand to give him cock a couple of dry pumps. You were constantly thrusted backwards, your arm hurting from how Nikolai pulled you back. You hated how your body was reacting, how it recognised the base instinct that you were going to have sex soon, making your pussy wet. You hated how it made you mewl and how your body seemed to give up. You could hear them talk, but you tried blocking them out - could hear Nikolai mutter in Russian, feel his pace quicken; you could hear Price spit on his hand, hear him jerk off faster. It sounded slick now and your inner omega was screaming for you to submit.

Nikolai’s grunts were getting faster - then he suddenly stopped and you could hear him all but rip his pants down, before he let go of your arm, pushing your shirt up and oh…

Another sniffle left you as you heard him moan and groan, a deep rumble behind the sounds, feeling the cum landing on your lower back. Despite having both hands free, you couldn’t make yourself move, too afraid and to a certain degree, too shocked by what had just happened.

”Look at me,” Price’s voice was wavering, the slick sounds becoming faster as you refused with a little defiant shake of your head, keeping your eyes pressed closed even harder - trying not to react to his growl, even though your omega was screaming for you to submit.

Nikolai’s hands slid beneath your pants, taking a hold of your hips squeezing the fat on your sides hard, a deep growl leaving him, as a warning.

”Sunflower.” Price’s voice was darker and you hesitated for a second before you dared to open your eyes. His cock was big; sure, you hadn’t seen a lot of cocks in real life, but you had grown up with the internet. You knew how things worked and you knew for a fact that the man in front of you was thicker and longer than the average English person with a dick. You were even more horrified at the sight of his already half-swollen knot.

There was no fucking way any of that thing was going to fit into you.

With a deep moan that sent a small tingle along your spine, Price came - cum splattering over your face before you could move, making you whimper in disgust, eyes closing again.

They were touching you again. The hallway stank of piss, sweat and sex pheromones almost making you gag.

They were praising you softly, like you were a dog who had done a trick and not a person that they had just assaulted. Obnoxious alphas that believed they had the right to an omega’s body.

You felt soiled, like something that had just been used and then disregarded. But they seemed to like you like this, overwhelmed and barely moving - Nikolai continuing to rub his cum into your bare back, as Price began to do the same with the cum on your face.

“Wasn’t that bad, was it, ‘mega?” Price asked in a purr, making you dare to open your eyes again. He had put his member away, looking down on you with a loving expression, despite how his eyes were all dark, “you can be good for us, can’t you?”

You almost felt mesmerised for a second - the two big fingers that had been rubbing his spend into your skin, moving to touch your lips. He pressed against your wet lips, almost like an offering and you felt yourself open your mouth, making a deep, pleased rumble leave Price.

He pressed his fingers against your tongue, the salty, unknown taste of cum overwhelming on your tongue for a second.

Then you bit down with full force.

It would be a lie to say that you didn’t enjoy the loud scream that left the man. As he managed to rip them from your mouth and Nikolai pulled you backwards, screaming at you as well, you noticed the taste of cum had been switched with the metal-like taste of blood… making you grin.

You hadn’t managed to bite his fingers off sadly - but you had managed to break the skin and the big bad alpha, John fucking Price, was fully red in his face from the anger. Good.

The slap to your cheek was sudden and forceful, making you whimper as the world became blurry for a second - cutting off the most of your amusement.

You heard Price bark Nikolai’s name and it seemed like they had some sort of secret way of communication, since Nikolai instantly moved your body once more - and once again your upper body was thrown upon the wooden floor. This time scratching your chin, making you cry out - only for you to freak out even more as Nikolai immediately ripped your pants and underwear down beneath your cheeks, as if it was the most natural thing that came to him.

You began screaming again, instantly attempting to get away - only for Price to take a hold of your neck and after a short moment of struggling, he scruffed you.

In truth, you had rarely been scruffed - maybe twice as a kid, not even by your parents - but now you had been scruffed several times in a short timeframe, making the back of your neck sore.

Even worse… Nikolai began to spank you. Hard.

[angstinyourpants]

a ghost fucking you in public but no one can see them, so youre just getting railed in front of everyone and have to keep a straight face. a ghost using their ghost powers to come into your room without opening the door while youre touching yourself so they can watch without you knowing. a ghost possessing your computer and seeing all the porn you watch, read or even listen to and using that to humiliate you. a ghost-

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“Just the tip”

cw: includes some dubcon/noncon depending on interpretation

Gaz is saying it to tease you when he’s just barely inside of you. “Is that enough for you, love?” He can feel you pulse around him as you whine, just short of begging.

Soap is saying it when he’s drunk, you’re drunk, and you definitely shouldn’t be doing it. He’s promising you don’t have the go all the way— just a little, just to help him get it out of his system, ok?

Ghost is just straight up tricking you. Told you he’d take it slow tonight, but then he snaps his hips against yours so hard that your ass flesh of your ass ripples. “Can’t believe you keep fallin’ for that one, birdie.”

Price is condescending as all hell. He’s talking to you in that babying way when you’re horny and desperate. “Just the tip— that’s all she needs, yeah? This sweet little pussy… Aw, does that feel better, darl’?”

König really meant it in the moment that he said it. He knows you’re anxious about taking him— and for good reason. But once he finds himself inside, how is he supposed to resist? You’re just too sweet. Too warm. Too wet. Too tight. Too breathtaking beneath him. He’s only a man, liebling.

[holeforzenin]

Being forced to sleep in the same bed with stepbrother Megumi because you’re on vacation and your parents only rented two bedrooms in the hotel and his stubborn ass didn’t wanna sleep on the couch and neither did you so you decided to sleep in the same bed with a blanket in the middle to separate the two of you.

But you end up waking up dead at night, in the dark room, feeling something rock-hard and sticky slowly rubbing against your warm core— dragging between your slippery pussy lips in a swift and gentle motion and as you feel it, you soon realize that your fucking underwear is pulled down to your thighs so your cunt is all randomly exposed for some fucking reason and then your blood suddenly ran cold, remembering that you’re not laying by yourself…

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Down on all fours like the prey you were, you tore the cloudy, plastic flap off its hinges and began to squeeze through the little door. You thought to scream but choked on the air you drew in. With your head through the hole, you coughed and glanced around. No one in sight. Fallen leaves tumbled and scraped across the driveway over the muffled sounds of the party.

No one was coming to save you.

You managed to wriggle halfway out, but no further. In the process of trying, your skirt got all bunched up. The cool air of the garage was hitting your ass, and your lace panties with their heart shaped cutout were doing nothing to help.

He had to be enjoying this. Probably admiring his knife with a smug tilt of his mask. Why was he so quiet?

You stopped struggling, taking a moment to catch your breath and think. He should've caught you by now. Was there any chance he left the garage? Any chance he wouldn't kill you?

He didn't have a habit of leaving them alive.

When you began to struggle again, a weak motor droned awake, making your stomach drop. The garage door began to lift, and the bottom edge of it dug into your stomach. Your heart sank with dread. Within seconds you’d likely be dead or mangled. Seconds, IF you were lucky. The thought of him dragging out your demise was even worse. You had seen his crime scenes.

Your knees lifted off the ground as the door made its ascent.

“Please,” you begged, shoes sliding against the floor.

The garage door creaked as it came to a halt. Your feet pedaled in futility, searching for the floor. You lifted your chest, trying to wriggle backwards. The only way out of this cursed little door-–if there even was a way out-–led right to his knife.

“Please, please, I won't run. I'll be good,” you begged through tears.

Silence. Unlike him.

“I'll be good,” you repeated quieter. "Please, Mr. Ghostface."

The motor started again, and you winced. But the door began to lower, allowing you a moment of relief as your bare knees met the cool, smooth floor.

His footsteps got louder and clearer as he crossed the space. Despite being unable to see him, you knew his presence loomed behind you-–you could feel it in your bones.

Sure enough, two gloved hands gripped your thighs, lifting your lower body for a moment and spreading your legs before setting your knees down further apart.

He made a place for himself between your knees, spreading them even wider. The smooth fabric of his robe pooled over your legs with him between them. He ran his gloved hands up your torso from your hips to your waist, pushing your skirt up further so it was up around your navel. Then, two satin thumbs lightly brushed your skin, tracing the heart-shaped cutout of your underwear.

After a moment of rustling behind you, a gloved finger slotted between your panties and ass. He pulled the garment out from your body, then the elastic tension released with a slice of his knife.

More rustling. His movement made the robe graze your butt. You weren't sure if you were imagining the sound of his belt coming undone behind you, but the thought of it made your face heat up.

The heavy fabric of his robe lifted off your calves, removing any doubt about what he was about to do. You tried to ignore the way your pussy throbbed.

The smooth head of his cock nudged your entrance, then slid wetly along your slit, forward and back. You hadn't realized just how aroused you were until feeling cock glide so smoothly against your well lubricated cunt. The head lingered at your front, nudging just the right spot. Your hips tilted all on their own, and he paused before sliding back to your wet little hole, resting the curve of his tip just inside.

He gripped your hips and pushed forward, intruding into your tight, warm sleeve with his thick, hard cock. Inch by inch, his stiff manhood pushed its way into you, the pressure of his girth pushing the breath out of your lungs. He slid all the way in without much difficulty and paused after bottoming out.

You took a much needed breath.

The skin of your chest radiated warmth. Your whole upper body was hot, despite the cool air.

Your lower body was warm and stuffed.

Two big, gloved hands wrapped around your thighs, then lifted. Your body lurched forward as far as it could, then he pulled you back on him, bottoming out deeper before he let your weight back down.

You braced your forearms on the driveway and he moved his hands up to hold your hips. He withdrew most of his length then squeezed your hips and pulled you back again as he slammed all the way back in. This wasn't bad… he was slow, almost careful.

Almost as though he could hear your thoughts, he seemed to drop all restraint. He buried his cock in you at a steadily increasing pace. You were shaken by just how good he felt inside you.

You bit your arm to stifle your moans, but it was no use. He'd have to hear your sounds of pleasure, as humiliating as it was. You removed your mouth from your bicep, leaving a string of spit as you took a deep breath.

As you inhaled the night air, it smelled like someone was having a bonfire... Someone, somewhere had come outside. Maybe even the neighbors.

But you didn't cry for help.

It was as though the cock in your cunt had gagged your throat, paralyzing you. It couldn't be that you didn't want him to stop, could it? No, you told yourself.

With every thrust, it felt more like a lie.

The rhythm of his pounding made your breasts jiggle. Your arms and wrists rubbed against the driveway, but you hardly felt it. Any discomfort was drowned out by the pleasant stretch of his girth, and the grip of your pussy clinging to his length as it pushed through you.

You closed your eyes and went somewhere else, giving into the feel-good chemicals coming to boil in your blood. You couldn’t tell how much of it was the rush of survival and how much was his dick, but the combination had you hurtling toward the stratosphere. Full, you were packed full. God, it felt good. Even better, the more you let yourself feel it.

There was something freeing about completely submitting to his will. Letting him use you like a fucktoy. Giving in, letting him win, you could relax and let it all wash over you. With your body held in his hands and wrapped around his cock, you felt weightless. There was no longer pressure to fight back or flee. The only pressure was low in your gut, building toward something unthinkable. Closer with each heavy stroke.

You spasmed with a whimper.

He abruptly sped up to jackhammer pace, pushing you to the brink within seconds. You rode that edge for longer than you thought anyone could keep up that pace. You remembered to breathe, and then you saw stars. The hair on your neck stood up as you clung to the ethereal force that rippled through your loins. Pleasure shot through your core to each limb.

He slowed down as you clenched around him, then bottomed out deeper. It was like he’d created more space in you and packed it with more cock than you ever thought you'd take.

Until the warmth began to spread inside, you didn't realize he was coming. He had given no outward indication of it. You could hardly distinguish your throbbing from his, until yours faded and he was still twitching.

The grip of his hands eased up as he finished. He held you with your ass flush against his wiry hair, anchoring you. Plugging you.

After a minute, it started to feel colder outside. You felt more exposed, vulnerable, but still dared to imagine he might leave you alive.

One hand let go of you, and his robe shifted, brushing the back of your thigh. He pulled back your ruined underwear again. This time, he cut through the side and took it all the way off. Then, the surprisingly warm flat of his blade pressed against the side of your butt cheek. It slid up over the curve of your flesh.

Your heart pounded, reminding you to fear for your life.

The metal left your skin, only for the point of the blade to then prickle the center of your lower back. He held you still, and his cock twitched inside you as he began to draw blood.

You pleaded, “don't," but your insides throbbed.

A sharp, white heat followed the blade, curving upward, out, and down toward your crack. He repeated it on the other side to complete the heart. Your ears burned and pounded with their own pulse. Your inner ears began to ache.

Finally, his cock slid out of you, and after a moment of jostling, he got out from between your legs. Then, facing your side, his robe grazed your back as he hovered over you and grabbed hold of your waist. He tugged gently. You extended your arms in front of you and held them together as he pulled you back into the garage. warm blood trickled into your crack as you sat up. His gloved thumb smeared it upward.

Clear snot was coming out of your nose. You sniffed and he wiped that too, with a knuckle.

Holding his knife, he showed it to you as he stood up. He crossed the garage in just a few strides while you obediently sat back on your knees, adjusting your bra and fixing your hair.

He returned with his hands full.

Your face fell blank when you looked up to see a collar with a leash hanging off it. Your lips parted, but no sound came out. He tilted his head, then stooped down to reach around your neck and fasten the it. The arms of his robe created a curtain of darkness as he adjusted the buckle and tested the tightness with two fingers between it and your neck.

He stepped back, holding the leash, and tilted his mask, waiting. There was something else in his other hand. He clicked it, then tossed it aside as the garage door began to rise. He reached down and helped you up. Then, he walked you down the driveway and into the night, with a warm mess trickling down your thighs.

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thank you for reading 🖤

and tysm for your comments and asks 🙏the feedback and encouragement really helps me.

[duskier]

cw dubcon / noncon voyeurism

Ghost keeps fucking you in the safe houses at night. He swears none of the other men can hear you guys despite all uncomfortably packed into one small room, they all sleep like the dead. Just let him fuck you a little, he swears he can't sleep without it. Peeling your sleep pants off to pull you onto his lap, making you ride him reverse cowgirl.

Spearing you on his cock and you're clapping a hand over your mouth from how full you feel in this position, hips jerking when you feel Ghost grab your ass in the dark. He's thrusting his hips up and into you, all you can do is lean back against him and take it. Trying to keep your mouth quiet but you can't control the lewd schlicking noise that accompanies every thrust.

You're getting fucked too good, too deep to notice Gaz stroking his cock slow and thorough under his blanket, to see Soap’s eyes glinting in the moonlight staring you down as he ruts into his makeshift bed, to catch Price as he's cupping his balls and rolling his hips to thrust into his other hand.

[drgnflyteabox]

The tension between the waitress Soap tipped 20$ to sing happy birthday to Ghost as a mean spirited prank (on you) and Ghost who's staring right at your tits, making you uncomfortable, thinking Johnny just got him the best gift a man could ask for (he's gonna kidnap you after your shift) 🧍‍♀️

[chrollohearttags]

free use with roommate!eren

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📝: black!fem reader, free use, noncon, dub-con, fourth wall break (you’ll see lmao), sonmophilia, squirting, heavy breeding +pregnancy mentions, degradation, calls reader bitch and slut, mentions of anal, slight aftercare

wc: 1.9K

if y’all want me to continue this, lmk. It may become a series.

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roommate!eren truly was, by all definitions, your best friend. practically attached at the hip and always hanging out..the two of you first crossed paths when he placed an ad online, looking for someone to split the rent with and upon meeting you, the choice was easy. roommate!eren, who worked in IT and mostly remote, spent most of his time in the space you two shared so it was always spotless when you got home. You’d often find him standing over the stove, making something delicious so that you never had to worry about going to some shitty fast food place…honestly feeling more like a boyfriend with how spoiled he had you. “How was your day, gorgeous? Here, come talk to me, I want to hear all about it.” even allowing you to rest your sore feet on his lap as he massaged them. it never really dawned on you at first but as time went on, roommate!eren slowly became much more than that. It began with sweet gestures such as cooking for you or doing your laundry, even going as far as telling you not to worry about your share of the rent for a couple months because he wanted you to ‘do something nice for yourself’. “Eren, that is not what we agreed upon. I cannot let you pay the rent by yourself, that’s not fair at all.” “I already told you, it’s fine. Consider it an early birthday gift or something.”

but roommate!eren was reaping his rewards in more ways than one…one night as you lie sleeping on the couch, flat on your stomach and exhausted from a long day, you’d be awoken to the tender touch of warm hands caressing the backs of your thighs. Eventually, you’d feel those fingertips creeping up to the center where your panties were peeking out from underneath your work skirt. You’d feel a gentle rub before hearing the sound of sucking teeth and a moan accompanying it. “You’re so wet, baby..fuck. And all for me..” you were halfway conscious but you were aware of what was going on..yet, all you could do is lie there and allow those digits to massage your aching slit. Shutting your eyes, you’d feel the cool air hit your warmth when he peeled them back and shoved one inside..working you over whilst you slept.

“So fucking tight, princess..but I know you can take all of this dick. You’re going to make me fit..” the words barely above a whisper but you heard every last one. Every rambling coming from that familiar voice behind you only grew more lewd as those fingertips went deeper and sped up. Talking about how he wanted to fill you with his cum and watch it drip out as you lie there..how full and cute you’d look if you were pregnant. From how he wished to see you awake just so he could fuck you back unconscious. The sounds of your dripping hole being played with was about to drive him insane and eventually…neither of you could take it!

“I need to fuck you..need to feel this wet lil’ pussy on me so bad, baby.” Almost desperate in a way. Seconds later, (y/n) felt the aching head of a cock throbbing against your entrance; running up and down your clit before very carefully slipping in. “Oh shiiit..you feel even better than I expected, baby. Why’d you keep it from me for so long?” That deep yet whiny voice and thick cock belonged to none other than roommate!eren! Who had mounted you right there in the living room, fucking you prome into the couch. With a hand planted in the center of your back, he’d continue feeding you deep strokes, alternating between fast and slow, hard and gentle..all the while watching the recoil of your backside against his pelvis.

“Look at this fat ass..bouncing on my fucking dick. Oh God, it’s so perfect. I can’t wait to use it too..maybe I’ll slip a plug in you next time.” Those words elicited a much deserved twitch around his shaft and no longer could you pretend. “You really got tight when I said that shit. I knew you were a freak but damn, baby..” chuckling to himself. You’d slowly raise your head with a slight yawn and moan..before turning around and faintly glaring at him. “Erennn..what the fuck—“ “Hey gorgeous, about time you stopped pretending. Enjoy your nap?”

because deep down, roommate!eren knew the truth about you..and all of the dirty, filthy and dark secrets you were keeping. Including the twitter page and blog where you anonymously posted all about him and the depraved things you wanted him to do. Saying things like ‘my roommate is so fucking fine. Just want this man to use me.’ ‘He cooked for me again today, rubbed my feet and ran my bath before I got home..I’m ready to have this man’s baby.’ ‘Saw him coming back up from the gym this morning before I left and had to get myself off when I got to work’ ‘I rub my pussy every night thinking about him. Wishing he’d come in here and pound me.’ Even calling him daddy. It was entirely different from the bashful, nerdy office worker that he knew!

but it was one..or several that stood out to him the most. A series that inspired this whole little exchange..the ones where you were begging for him to use you anytime he wanted! You didn’t care if you were asleep, awake, tired or alert..you wanted him to have full possession of your body. ‘forced to work, born to be his little free use toy that gets dumped with cum whenever he feels like it and twice on his bad days :(’ ‘I just want to lie on the couch one night, pretending to be sleep as he fucks me..’ ‘I love watching him work at his desk. He’s so cute with his glasses on and his hair tied back. I want to sit on his lap and let his dick stay inside of me the entire time.’ ‘he’s worked so hard today, he deserves my throat as a reward.’ There was so much evidence and roommate!eren heard your virtual cries loud and clear.

“Aww, baby. It’s okay. If this was what you wanted, all you had to do was ask. You know I’ll give you the world.” Flashing a toothy grin as he pinned your arms behind your back..beads of sweat and strands of hair plastered to his forehead as he continued pounding you into the cushions. “All this time and you’re still so shy around me…but damn, do I love my job. You can find out all sorts of things. Like that my beautiful roommate wants me to use her like a little slut..” leaning down to utter the last sentence in your ear before feeding a sharp slap to the ass. Alluding to the fact he could easily access your socials and anything else he wanted with his extensive skill set.

unbeknownst to you, he felt the same..often finding himself at his desk, stroking his cock to the thought of you; how hot you looked in all your tight office attire, how pretty you looked wrapping your hair up in that bonnet at night with a bare face and how the sunlight hit your skin on a summer day, and the sway of your ass in that dress that clings to your curvy frame just right…finding himself choking his shaft between the clutches of his knuckles as he imagined it was that warm cunt squeezing him. Even going as far as to place a pair of your panties around himself and jerk until he exploded onto the seat of them. But it was a fairy tale no more..he was making all of yours..and his sick fantasies come true!

“That’s right, bitch. Moan for me..let me know how good I’m fucking you. C’mon..louder.” Reaching around to grasp your throat, he’d tug your head up so that he could make eye contact as he drilled your insides.

“Ughh! Fuuuck—please, use me. Make me come.” Those pleas sound awfully desperate and pathetic. Even so, roommate!eren craved more. He wanted to tap into the most depraved parts of you and bring them to the surface. “That’s more like it. No more of that innocent shit with me. From now on, you’re my slut to use..just my hole. I don’t give a fuck if you’re sleeping, too tired..I’m gonna nut in this pussy.. whenever I feel like it because you begged for it.” Continuously rambling on as those smacking sounds and guttural moans of his grew louder. “Y-yes daddy. All yours..your fucking whore.” At one point, he was almost animalistic..a sign that he was extremely close. You lacked the restraint for that however. Gripping the cushions in front of you whilst streams of your juices leaked underneath you. “That’s it. Squirt on that dick, bitch. How'd you know that’s my favorite?” Tears pooling down your face when you felt him slip a thumb into your puckering asshole. Just to make matters worse, that same hand gripping your throat would soon fish hook into your jaw and pull it open.

“Look at you..all mine. Got me playing in all your pretty holes. Tell you what..since you’ve been such a good girl, I’ll let you choose where you get my cum. Sounds good?” And it was a no brainer if you’d ever heard one. You couldn’t get it out fast enough that you wanted him to fill your pussy to the brim. “Aw, you really do want my babies..sure thing, princess—“ in one final move, roommate!eren pinned you to the sofa; a clump of your newly done hair in his hand as that orgasm ripped through his body..surging out in the form of hot, cream colored ropes of seed spilling into your womb. You were both left a shaking, disgusting mess. Wet and drenched in each other’s bodily fluids. He couldn’t help but to reward you for a job well done with a sloppy kiss so he’d shove that tongue deep between your jaws and moan as your lips locked. Reveling in the fucked out glow on your face.

“There’s my baby..hey, are you alright? How are you feeling?” Swiping your tears of pure bliss away with his thumb. “I’m..the happiest I’ve ever been.” And that was a given. Once the two of you came down from those climatic highs, he’d withdraw..dragging a trail of his cum along with him as he watched it pulsate out.

“I’m glad to hear that. Why don’t we get cleaned up and order some food. We have a lot to talk about, don’t you think?” Referring to the fact that this new agreement was going to require much consent and guidelines. Either way, both of you were excited for this new dynamic and looked forward to this relationship. You’d spent years fantasizing about all of these things. Documenting them on an anonymous page, too afraid that the real you would run a man away. But roommate!eren was the one you’d been searching for and he wasn’t going to let you down!

@hoohoohope @dancingwithdeities @violetxxvenom @nova2kss @friendlyneighborsslvt @acidrotzikr @shamelesshoefairy @soleilsfilm @vmpireslut @cc1306

[goaskangel]

boyfriend!suguru finally fucking you!

cw : dark themes, reader is implied to have a toxic ex, gross n pervy suguru, taking advantage(?), first time fucking, shame and humiliation

word count : 1k

suguru couldn’t even compare to your ex-boyfriend. his features much too perfect. his long, inky locks that drape down upon him like a statue; clean shaven face and a pale complex complimenting his black hair. tall, broad body that almost seems unreal. 

no matter what he wore, whether it be casual wear or his lushful silk robes, which he promises are for his great-motivated, good-intentioned religious group, he just looks absolute. 

so good to you too, a man of masculinity and delicacy. understanding and reassuring, often guiding you with his soft words. not at all manipulative, you tell yourself. more encouraging. he's knowledgeable; people come to him with their problems, so how lucky are you for him to choose you? you find your heart swooning over him, like your former boyfriend’s exploitation and misuse all disapeeared. suguru does so much for you. 

you can’t help but open up to him. his almost paternal instinct towards you is intoxicating, so comforting. he deals with your past mistakes and engraved trauma so gently, telling you it’s not permanent, that growth’s the only way out. his sweet face smiles softly, nodding in reassurance. his eyes showing real worry and compassion. 

the day comes, when you tell him you want him, his gaze shows something immoral. 

he wastes no time, god forbid you change your mind! his lips find yours impatiently, his usual soft holds feeling more like gropes, possessive and needy. his larger and dominant frame pushing you towards your shared bed before kissing you. getting you ready with your head timidly resting on fluffed pillows, suguru’s body between your thighs. 

his flowing layers of fabric coming undone slowly as he reveals inches of his skin piece by piece. you admire the sight with the anxiety bashing behind your eyes. having been sexually intimate wasn’t a part of your agenda after your ex, the fear of being hurt and used threatening to prick your waterline. 

no, no, your suguru wasn’t like that. much too confident and sweet to even dare about touching you like that. 

but unknown to you, his solo orgasms would only come to the thought of you. his distressed, pretty baby craving just love and affection after what happened and god, did he wanna give it to you. days of fisting himself to the thought of the fear and lust in your face when he finally gets his hands on you, and here you are beneath him. 

he peppers kisses on your neck as your hands push up against his chest, his big hands snaking their way to rid you of your clothes. left in your bra and panties, slightly shaky. 

“scared?… don’t be scared, pretty.” he hovers over you, intoxicating you with all of him. burly muscles and sensual bronze body, long hair and a lustful musk. he strokes the side of your face and kisses your lips. 

you can’t speak, too overwhelmed with the sight so you gaze down at the little space between your bodies. watching as he hooks his fingers on the sides of your panties and tossing them. you want this but you can’t help but close your legs, keeping your fidgety hands delicately under your breasts. he takes this time to unravel the rest of himself, his cock finally unconfined and unbelievably hard. you shudder, your stunned look coming back to look at him. hungry and mean, suguru’s sly gaze coming face to face with you as he forces himself back between you, “yeah, there it is.” his fat tip brushing up against you naturally. you whine at the exposure but he shushes you, sitting up properly to get into a more controlled missionary. 

“sugu…” you wince at the tight grip he has on your thighs as he lines himself up, your mumbled words going unheard. 

satisfied but still longing, he lets out a groan that goes straight to your core when he pushes himself into you. your clamping down onto him, tight and wet. so, so hot as he fucks his heavy cock into you. his pace hitting you deeply, a sudden wave of embarrassment and shame comes through you. shame from enjoying this again, so stupid but it doesn’t matter–he’s yours and you’re his. you repeat that in your mind until he speaks, 

“yeah, that feels real good, huh?” cooing down to your neck again, whispering, “he fuck you like this, mm?” 

you tense up, unsure fingertips grazing his wide shoulders as you stay speechless. 

“such a tight pussy, must’ve had some fun breaking you open.” 

“oh–god–” shame, shame, shame.

“this how he did it?” his teeth threatening against your ear as he fucks his hips into you throughly, “while you were cryin’ and beggin’. mmm, he told you to stay quiet? yeah?” 

your eyes water, your hold on him getting tighter as you hide in his neck. “shh, shh.” teasing you, humiliating you, when you sniffle. 

“stay quiet for me, girl. be quiet an’ it’ll all be over soon, okay?”

“suguru, please…” 

“mhmmm.” he humps himself into your very aroused cunt, the obscene sounds could’ve made you moan aloud if it weren’t for his words. he presses open mouth kisses onto your flushed cheeks before pushing his tongue into your mouth. your already troubled breath hitching again as you swirled saliva into each other’s faces, your boyfriend’s large tongue fucking your mouth. 

when he pulls away, to get a good look at you whilst still rocking his hips, he catches a glimpse of you blinking away hot tears. catching your breath with glossy eyes and a tight grip on him. 

“don’t cry, you feel good, baby. c’mon now,” grinning and thumbing the wet stripes away.

“you take my cock so well, jus’ what you were made for, hm?” 

you pout your shiny lips and nod, slowly getting dazed as your orgasm reaches you. his dirty, perverted words getting you the closest you’ve ever been so quick. his groans and breathing picks up when he feels himself getting to the edge. 

“so perfect for letting me do this to you, haah–perfect, perfect girl.” bucking his strong body into you before fucking a fat load directly at the surface of your sweet cervix, your wet walls coming right on his cock, practically sucking every drop of his seed into you. eek you really are so perfect for him!! 

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[infinitatis-ink]

Brotherly Devotion

Yandere Younger Brother!Gojo x Older Sister!Reader

Summary: Out of everyone in your clan, your younger brother loved you the most. And he’d do anything to keep you by his side.   

A/N: Younger bro!Gojo being a low-key yandere for his older sis is an incredibly interesting concept to me. I also have a fic outline for this idea in my drafts, but it’ll take a different direction from these headcanons

Content Warnings: Brother-sister incest, noncon/rape, drugging, somnophilia, emotional manipulation, possessive behaviour, yandere behaviour, virginity loss, piv sex, creampies, female Reader.

MDNI. AGELESS BLOGS AND MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED

Younger Brother!Gojo, who’s been joined at the hip with you since childhood. You’re the only person that he’s been allowed to interact with consistently, and you’ve been the only one to treat him as an actual person. It was always you who let him cry even when your caretakers scolded him for acting in a way not suitable for an heir, curl up in your arms whenever his Six Eyes became overwhelming, and sleep in your bed when the stillness of the night was too much. 

Younger Brother!Gojo, who insisted on going anywhere you went, and vice versa. He’d cling to your arm and give anyone who’d try to separate the two of you a vicious death glare; not even your own parents could get him to leave your side. When he gets older and can’t do that it anymore, he’ll demand you spend every free moment you have with him. Even if you’re trying to study or relax, he’ll barge in to dramatically hang off your arm and pout until you pay attention to him. 

Younger Brother!Gojo who begins having wet dreams about you when he hits puberty. At first they’re just with a woman who resembles you from afar. But soon he’s dreaming about having you writhing in pleasure under him, moaning his name every night. He tries everything he can think of to get these feelings out of his system—jerking off until it’s painful, fooling around with other girls, buying magazines of gravure idols. But no matter what he does, all he can think of is you.

Younger Brother!Gojo who’s irritated every time he sees you with your friends, or even worse, another boy. Isn’t he supposed to be your favourite? He’s such a brat, fighting for your attention. Dragging you everywhere with him so you don’t have the energy to talk to anyone else, butting in on your hang outs with your friends, whining about how you never have time for him anymore until you cancel whatever plans you had to be with him instead.

Younger Brother!Gojo, who insists you call and text him every day when he goes to Tokyo to study. Good luck if you forget to do so even once—he’ll ghost you for days and when he does answer, he’s very passive aggressive. Don’t be sorry for forgetting, he says. You’ve got so many other important things to do that keeping in touch with your little brother isn’t a priority anymore. You’ll have to grovel for days before he’ll forgive you, and even then, he’ll hold this over you for months to come.  

Younger Brother!Gojo who realises he only wants you after the events of the Star Plasma Vessel Incident and Geto’s defection. He becomes more possessive after that; he can’t afford to lose you too. He calls multiple times a day, and he'll spam you with texts if you don't answer. He needs to know your location at all times, for your own safety, he claims. Your friendships suffer because Gojo leaves you with so little time for anyone else, and he gets so mean whenever he sees you with anyone he doesn’t approve of.  

Younger Brother!Gojo who becomes bolder after he graduates. He’ll steal your used panties to jerk off. He’ll pull you into his lap while the two of you are watching movies in his room, his hands wandering up your thighs and chest. If you call him out for it, he’ll laugh and tell you to get your head out of the gutter. Some nights you'll open your bedroom door to see your younger brother, deathly pale. I can’t sleep, he whispers. Can I stay in your bed like we used to? You never have the heart to refuse, even when you wake up to a damp spot on the back of your pajamas in the morning.

Younger Brother!Gojo who notices when you’ve suddenly become more avoidant and depressed. At first he thinks it’s because of those old fossils that call themselves the clan elders. They’ve been demanding more of his time as of late, forcing him away from your side as they harass him about hurrying up to become the clan head. Poor you, you must’ve been so lonely. 

Younger Brother!Gojo, whose blood runs cold when you tearfully admit your parents are considering an arranged marriage with a man old enough to be your father. Every cell in his body is screaming at him to just kill the elders, the consequences be damned, to take you and run. Instead, he hugs you and tells you not to worry, he’ll talk to the elders about this.    

Younger Brother!Gojo, who comes to his clan with an ultimatum: he’ll become the clan head for a price—you. The elders are shouting and shaking with rage at this and his parents have gone numb with shock, but that’s to be expected. The room falls silent when the wisps of a Hollow Purple form threateningly at his fingertips. It’s not long before the elders all cower and shamefully agree to his terms. 

Younger Brother!Gojo who can barely contain his excitement as he serves you tea laced with sleeping pills. You drink it without any hesitation, fully trusting your little brother even as you drift off to sleep, confused and dazed. Gojo immediately carries you off to your new home, a small house on the edge of the compound, ignoring his parents’ disgusted looks on the way out. Nobody matters except the two of you now.

Younger Brother!Gojo, who can’t resist claiming you for himself once he’s chained you to the bed of your new home. He takes his time undressing you as if you were the most precious gift in the world, taking his time to admire every curve of your body, the glow of your skin against the dim lighting, the steady rise and fall of your chest as you sleep on, oblivious to your fate. You look and taste better than anything he'd conjured up in his mind all those nights he'd fisted his cock to you, and he's eager to get a taste. He marks your whole body with hickeys to show the world you belong to him.  

Younger Brother!Gojo who nearly cums on the spot when he enters you for the first time. It’s maddening, the way your warm walls tighten and clamp down on his cock, as though you’re trying to pull him into you. He’s high, almost as high as that summer’s day when he truly understood Limitless, because now, you and him have become one. And best of all, you’re his first time as much as he is yours. 

Younger Brother!Gojo who can’t stop himself from rutting into you like an animal in heat in spite of his best attempt at going slowly and savoring the moment. Every thrust into you makes him feel like he’s seeing stars, even when you wake up and begin struggling against him. Your cries fall on deaf ears as Gojo chases after his pleasure, his eyes rolling back at the way the tip of his cock kisses your cervix with each movement. He’s pussy drunk; all he can think and say is how much he loves you, he’s always loved you, you’ve been all he’s ever wanted all these years.  

Younger Brother!Gojo, who cums inside you the moment you cum with a sob, your walls spasming around his cock as he spills his seed in you. He takes you into your arms after, cooing softly as he kisses away your tears. Don’t cry, he tells you. He knows the sudden change was so scary for you, but soon you’ll realise that he did it all for you. Soon you’ll see that the two of you are free to love each other the way you were meant to here, away from your clan and the jujutsu world. You just need some time to see that he's right, so trust your beloved little brother, okay?   

[mynahx3]

I'll Make You Better, Baby 1.5k

This is a lil drabble of @meo-eiru elf OC Silas. The lil cutie just wants to take care of his little human Hope everyone enjoys!! Got inspired after getting sick ;-;

WARNINGS: Noncon oral (male receiving), forced infantilization, implied kidnapping, implied prior noncon, weird misunderstood mom/ baby relationship, Silas does not understand his feelings for reader lol GN! Reader

Being sick had to be one of the worst things to happen at this very moment. It hurt to move; you barfed almost everything you ate, and all you wanted to do was curl up in bed and sleep until you felt better.

When it happened before, you would stay home from work. Recover bundled in your bed with a plethora of medications on your nightstand, maybe with a cup of tea or two to soothe your aching throat. Either sleep the day away or spend the time bingeing your favorite show.

Things like that took time for you to get better, but they were conventional.

Now if someone told you that you'd be forced into the care of a delusional elf after getting lost in the enchanted forest, you'd call them crazy. But here you were, being pampered as he insisted on feeding you strange concoctions, doting on you like a mother would.

Only a mother wouldn't be doing this to their child.

Silas currently had you on the bed, bundled in the blanket, but you were on your knees. He stood at the foot of the bed; being as tall as he was, he loomed over you like a giant. His eyes were lovestruck and filled with tears as he guided your head up and down his length.

The taste of him was all over your tongue; a mix of his cum and drool went down your chin. Not bad, per say; it tasted sweeter with a hint of saltiness, unlike any human you've ever been with.

His fingers were tangled in your hair as he assisted you, moving your head with a firm but gentle touch. Your mouth aches around him, and he barely went halfway; your throat felt raw and stretched as you took more and more of him in.

"Feels so good, my baby." Silas praised, his hips bucking more into your throat on accident. "Let me, let me help you."

The action made you gag, hands pushing harder on his hips. It was a miracle you could breathe with how much your nose was stopped up much less with his monster of a cock down your throat.

You closed your eyes and tried to relax, focusing on your breathing and blocking out the sensation of him filling you up. It was a task easier said than done. Silas moans above you, high and needy like always, long ears down and twitching; his entire face blushed a deep red.

When this was first proposed, you fought it, like always; your weak attempts did nothing to phase him. His strength compared to yours was like night and day; he easily picked you up from the floor where he found you in the bathroom after dinner.

Doting on you, cleaning you up after barfing, and then claiming he had to feed his baby. That he needed to give you your medicine.

You knew what that meant. Another session of swallowing his fluids. His blood. His cum. He tried to get you to drink milk from his large chest, but that didn't work, to his disappointment, so he had to make due. He was still trying to trigger his lactation to no avail.

Not much was known of the magical realm to humans, much less elves. Magical beings were said to have healing properties, but this way was… demeaning.

A choked sound comes from you; his hips move faster as he continues to force his fluids down your throat. You open your eyes, your hands pushing harder on his hips, trying to find the strength to pry yourself off him, but he only cooed at you sweetly.

With a hand over yours, he guided it along what didn't fit in your mouth, making it run along it smoothly. The taste was overwhelming, and his cock had a velvety texture over your tongue, making it difficult to resist the sensation. Letting out a muffled cry, you looked up at him, tears going down your cheeks, trying to convey your discomfort, but he only smiled down at you, tears in his own eyes.

"Just a little longer." He urged, moans escaping his lips as you gargled on his length. "A little longer and you'll feel better. Mommy will make you feel so good, I promise."

The sound of his voice was both soothing and unsettling, as you struggled to comply with his demands. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, the taste of him becoming more unbearable with each passing second. But you knew you had no choice but to endure it, hoping that eventually it would all be over. As you fought back the urge to gag, his grip on your head tightened, pushing you further down.

Moaning in pleasure, he gently patted your hair, whispering words of encouragement that only added to your discomfort.

"Such a strong baby. You'll be full soon, so full and happy."

You could feel tears welling up in your eyes as you tried to block out the sensations overwhelming you. With how fast he was moving and how loud he was, it wouldn't be long.

His hips stuttered, his breathing becoming more erratic as he reached his peak. The sound of his pleasure-filled moans filled the room, making your skin crawl even more.

As he finally came, your mouth was filled even more. The hot, fruity taste of his release made you gag, but you forced yourself to swallow it down, knowing there was no other choice.

"There you go, there you go." He encouraged, making sure to keep his hold on you until you swallowed every drop.

He was groaning as he felt your tongue travel along his length, sending shivers down his spine. He almost felt his knees give in from the sensations, but he held on, reveling in the pleasure you were giving him.

As he released his grip on you, you felt a wave of relief wash over you; this gave you the moment to gasp for air. The room fell silent, the only sound being the heavy breathing of both of you.

You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move as you tried to compose yourself. Harder for you than him. Although you were still experiencing headaches and body aches, at least your nausea had subsided. The frown was back on your face, something that you never really tried to hide anymore.

Silas wiped the remnants from your chin before kissing you gently, his tongue going into your mouth in a slow, sensual manner. He let the kiss go on for what felt like an eternity, his hands exploring your body with a gentle touch. Eventually, he pulled away with a soft smile, cupping your face as he pecked your nose, ignoring the way you glared at him.

"Come sleep with mommy, baby!"

He looked fine, aside from the light blush on his cheeks and pointy ears. As cheerful as always, fixing himself to get ready for bed, he preferred to sleep in the nude.

You really couldn't stand him, you thought, a grimace on your face as you reluctantly followed him to bed. The two of you followed your usual routine since you've been sick.

He made you drink a mysterious liquid from a glass; it was a dark red, almost like blood, and knowing him, it most likely was.

He grinned broadly when you handed him the glass back after drinking it. The taste was of iron and cherries, a strange combination that surprisingly wasn't as bad as you expected. You couldn't help but wonder what exactly he was giving you, but you were used to it by now. His coddling, his singing, and his insistence on taking care of you despite your protests.

You were used to it all by now. Plus, you were really too exhausted to fight anymore.

With you nestled against his chest and a blanket around the two of you, his arms encircling your body like a vice, he was beyond happy. Silas always had a way of getting what he wanted, even if it meant invading your personal space. You couldn't stand him or his behavior at times.

Occasionally, though, he was right.

The effects of his bodily fluids were no doubt working their magic on you, leaving you feeling surprisingly content. You felt warm all over and strangely full in your stomach, like if you had eaten a delicious soup. Your throat was finally free of the acid from barfing and whatever he had done to it.

Looking at him, he slept peacefully, snoring lightly as he laid next to you in bed. Despite his annoying habits, there was a sense of comfort in his presence.

No, no. That wasn't it.

You closed your eyes, shaking your head. The warmth of his body next to yours was simply soothing, nothing more.

You weren't thinking straight; it had to be the fever getting to your brain.

It didn't help that you really needed to get some sleep.

Relaxing more against him, you felt your eyes grow heavier, the sound of his breathing lulling you into a peaceful slumber. The fever-induced delirium was taking its toll, but for now, you were content to drift off in his comforting embrace.

[sugurouge]

— flame of despair : soulmate! sukuna ryōmen x rebirthed! f!reader

content warnings! DARK CONTENT, historical au, noncon, monsterfucking, aggressive hair pulling, dacryphilia, hurtful pet names (whore & pet), yandere themes, reader is viewed as sukuna’s property, deep throating, cunnilingus, blood, mindbreak, misogyny (he makes a nasty remark about the role of a woman), degradation

summary: Each and every life of yours will always belong to Sukuna. He will remind you of that promise with every new life, no matter the methods used. The idea of romance and being bound to your partner by soul, the thing you always dreamt of, becomes ruined and reality turns out to be a living nightmare once your soulmate claims you.

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"No, no, let's try that again, pet."

The monster looming above you muses, mischief gleams deep in those dreadful red eyes as Sukuna watches your trembling form at his feet. You're exposed to him, the white fabric of your drape drenched with blood and water from the unfortunate weather of the recent weeks; almost as if some higher being has been angered by your reunion.

Your hair is a tangled mess from where Sukuna's claws dragged you to kneel in front of him, and your lips are bruised thanks to a previous blow to your once-pretty face. The bitter taste of iron taints your tongue, yet the flavours pale in comparison to the horror that awaits every time Sukuna decides to let you out of your cage to 'play'.

"I—"

"Who do you belong to?" Sukuna interrupts, shattering the last fragments of your dignity.

"N-no—"

No one. No one, you were trying to say. You’ve tried to tell him that for weeks, ever since he found you and claimed you, spouting wild fantasies of past lives and how, in every new one, he would always come to find you again.

But you can’t even force those two small words past your lips before a harsh slap to your cheekbone sends fresh tears streaming down your face, sobs erupting from your throat. The claws digging into your cheeks sting, they tear at your skin as sharply as his words pierce your soul. "You belong to me. You’re mine. My property, understand?"

He makes you nod, grinning as your tears glisten under the dim light of the fires dancing around his hall. "Repeat it for me." His deep voice rumbles ominously, the tip of his nose brushing almost affectionately against your tear-streaked cheek.

"I'm... I'm," you falter as your brows crease in disgust over the words about to escape your lips. You’d rather die than give him the satisfaction, the defiant glare in your eyes stating as much as you meet his gaze.

"Say it," he drawls, his voice is sending shivers down your spine. Four eyes bore into you as Sukuna seems to grow larger with each passing second, his presence is suffocating.

Yet here you are, as helpless as an infant, yet as brave as a tiger whilst you shake your head in his iron grip. You don’t even have time to blink before your face slams into the cold, unforgiving floor. Your cheek is pressed into a vile mixture of dried blood and water as a thunderstorm rages above, the temple trembling beneath its wrath.

You feel numb, the groan that escapes from deep within your lungs barely registering in your mind since you're fully overwhelmed by the high-pitched ringing that clouds your senses. But the violent tugging on your body snaps you back to this living nightmare as four hands tear at the flimsy fabric Sukuna dares to call a dress, leaving you naked and vulnerable under his cruel gaze.

Your tears mix with the blood running down the side of your temple as you stare up at him in horror. You wouldn’t even be able to attempt to cover yourself, your limbs feeling as though they don’t belong to you as they are pressed to the ground by two strong hands.

“Look at me.”

You comply, your eyes slowly focusing on the blurry demon as you blink the tears away. “Stop, please…” you hear your own voice, shaky and weak, yet apparently utterly entertaining to Sukuna, judging by the grin etched on his face.

He guides your nimble fingers over his muscular body, across his black markings and prominent pecs, as his lips graze your ear. “If you’d stop being so ungrateful… you could enjoy all of this,” his faint whisper tickles your neck, his hot breath contrasting with the icy cold water on your back. “Just say you’re mine. Admit it.”

“I’m not yours.” You don’t even have time to groan as a third hand snakes around your throat and applies pressure to your airways, nails tearing through the first layer of your skin and continuing to dig deeper into your flesh.

“You’re mine. You have been mine from the moment you were born, you dumb whore!” he snarls, fingers forcing their way through your tangled hair, exposing your neck to his teeth. Sukuna savours every drop of your blood, every dried tear and bead of sweat before his teeth sink into your body, eliciting a defeated whine from you. Yet it’s the fourth hand applying pressure to your hip bone that has you gasping in horror, a new set of tears welling up along your lash line as you vehemently shake your head in denial.

“You’ve been mine ever since your village offered me my soulmate, isn’t that right?” he breathes, the devilish grin returning to his lips as he leans in to kiss you harshly. His tongue invades your mouth, spreading the taste of your blood to every corner before he pulls back, leaving only a thin string of saliva connecting your bodies— as faint and delicate as your bond to this monster.

“They threw you at my feet. Offered me my toy to play with in exchange for protection.” His lips trail between your breasts, greedily pressing against your heaving chest and staining your skin as Sukuna’s journey takes him further south.

“Dumb as they are. As if I’d let anyone live who treats my property with such shame.” Sukuna traces the lines of your bondmark; the action almost seems adoring by how gentle his touch is before his nail redraws the lines in red.

“You’re mine,” his eyes snap up to your face. “You’ll forever be mine. With every reincarnation, I’ll find you, claim you, and break you until you’re my queen again.”

Your voice finds its way back to you in this moment, as you cry out from the pain Sukuna inflicts on your body, his words reminding you of the horrors you witnessed that day.

How your mother dressed you in her finest dress and let you play princess, promising you the world as soon as you found your soulmate. Only for your father to push you to your knees in front of a demon, a curse—him. Sukuna Ryomen.

And your eyes saw the lines on his side as the top of his yukata pooled around his hips. The same devious mark you had on your body ever since you were a baby.

You were cursed. The entire village treated you like a lesser being, like filth and a secret, promised to stay hidden until they could rid themselves of you—all because of legends passed down for hundreds of years about the only weakness the King of Curses holds.

They all too willingly tore the beautiful dress off your body and gave the devil not what he came for, but what he most desired.

“I don't want to be a monster’s queen,” your bold statement makes Sukuna’s face deform into a hideous mask, violent laughter erupting from deep within his chest at the fighting spirit you try to uphold. “Were you not dreaming of the day your soulmate would find you like all those other pathetic little mortals do?” The words are nothing but a murmur; Sukuna doesn’t even make it sound like a question, and he leaves no room for your reply either—not when black nails dig into the fat of your thighs or strong hands pin down your wrists to the floor. “I understand, you must be claimed, to learn to appreciate your life at my feet, pet.”

The most disgusting part of this moment is not the grimace looming above you, or the horror in Sukuna’s eyes, no, it's the feeling of a wet, hot tongue lapping at your cunt while this abnormality holds you spread open like you’re on a serving plate.

Sukuna sees the aversion on your face, the way your eyes squint before you have to look away once the pleasure starts to feel undeniable as he fucks you open on his tongue. The squelching is so lewd, you can only cry over yourself.

“Stop your miserable act, whore,” Sukuna punctuates his words with a deep thrust of the thick tongue from his stomach, forcing a moan from you whether you like it or not.

The hand around your small wrists hurts, feeling as if Sukuna wants to actively burn his fingerprints into your skin as his eyes stare into the depths of your soul. You know where his tugging leads, know what you feel when the hot, sticky sensation meets the palm of your hand. Encased between your much smaller and Sukuna’s own large palm are his cocks. Your whimpers are unending as he forces your hand to drag over their shafts, his maniacal stare into your disgusted face unwavering. How dare you continue to insult him like that? You should feel grateful for his attraction towards you.

You whine the moment your head hits the floor once more, Sukuna easily pressing your form against the stone-cold ground, finally forcing your eyes to snap up to look directly into his red gaze.

There is no such thing as tenderness to be found in them, no love, no sympathy. The concept of soulmates is nothing but a nightmare for you.

“You’re hurting me…” you whisper in desperation, yet Sukuna only basks in this newfound tenderness in your eyes as fat tears stream down your cheeks.

“Then stop denying me!” Sukuna growls right next to your ear. His dominance and your own fear send shivers down your spine, rendering you limp beneath him.

The rough pads of his fingers squish your face beneath his grip—disabling you from facing anything but him. “You could have another fulfilled life…” Is this tenderness you see in his eyes? Love he held for the yous from the past? It can't be. Not him. “But you leave me no choice.” In one fell swoop, you find yourself back on your knees, your face brought up right in front of the tips of his cocks.

The cold flooring hurts your joints, making you wince once more, but your sounds are all the same to Sukuna—simply confirmation of his influence on your body. In pleasure or pain? Who cares.

However, he notices the slight shake of your head. It's causing his grip on your hair to tighten, eliciting another loud whine from you.

Your dainty fingers try to ease his grip to no avail. “Please, I don't de—” but the loud gulp of your throat cuts off any protest. The thick tip of Sukuna’s shaft spreads your mouth beyond your imagination, the salty flavour of his pre-cum coating your tongue and messing with your taste buds before he prods at the entrance to your throat, muscles trembling around his infiltration. You struggle to keep the choking at bay, swallowing back any disgusting liquids threatening to crawl back up.

Sukuna groans in satisfaction. His darkened eyes stare down at your weak figure, admiring your hollowed cheeks and stretched lips. His thumb sweetly swipes over your cheekbone, followed by a slap to the same area. When he pulls back, you choke up a mixture of nasty fluids, but there is no time to recover due to the way he forces your head to stay in place. Once more, you are overwhelmed by his length, his second needy cock now taking the spot inside your mouth. “Silence and a breedable womb are the best presents a woman can give.” As if to highlight his words, Sukuna pushes in deeper, the choked squeal of your panic drowned by his girthy cock as he holds your head in place, nails harshly digging into your scalp as he bottoms out.

His pelvis presses against your mouth and nose to further restrict your breathing. Every attempt at swallowing your saliva makes you feel his cock even more, it's almost impossible to stay conscious as Sukuna opts to abuse your throat only seconds after he enters you.

It hurts—the pistoning of his hips, the repetitive assault on your throat by his thick member, and the hateful words hitting your skin with no form of defence.

Demands to take it, to stop being weak and disgusting, are just a few of the many insults you have to endure. By now, your nails have left nasty scratches on his thighs as you desperately try to relieve some of the pain he forces on your body, while your mind isn’t sure if passing out would be the safer option for your sanity.

Tears won’t stop running down your face. The mixture of your spit, tears, and his arousal creates a nearly disgusting flavour in your mouth, causing you to gag further on his cock.

“Get your act together,” Sukuna bites. At this point, it actually feels like he is ripping strands of your hair out due to his harshness.

But you can’t—it’s impossible, especially once you feel him twitch at the back of your throat, prodding against the muscles of your pharynx. The second your tongue can nearly trace the load of cum being pumped through his shaft, Sukuna pulls out. You didn’t have time to notice him stroking his second cock, couldn’t register fast enough the fate you were about to meet as one of his hands holds your head in place.

Sukuna’s deep moan rings through the echoing hall and sears into your memory while the white-hot seed lands on your face and chest, tainting your figure with his cum.

It’s the most humiliating way of claiming you.

Sukuna kneels down to be at eye level with you, proudly taking in his all-white masterpiece before his thumb swipes part of his load off your cheek and holds it in front of your lips.

You glare at him, the hatred in your eyes a challenge he will fuck out of you. “Dumb little bird,” he murmurs while smearing his cum over your tightly sealed lips before hoisting you up and over his shoulder in an instant.

Sometimes it is best to show patience. Most of the time, it is better to teach through pain. Your fate for the night shall be to learn to love your throne, positioned on top of Sukuna’s lap, stuffed beyond your capabilities until either your mind or your body gives out first.

dividers by @/cafekitsune