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avvail-whumps · 2 years ago

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‘guns for hire’ — compromises #8

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content warnings: captivity, restraints, punishments, shock collar, electrocution, dissociation, emotional whump, intimate whumper, non-con touching (not sexual), blood and injury, whumper caretaking (whumper is the reason they need it in the first place?)

Leo was exhausted.

Each question buzzed through his brain, sinking straight to his stomach, and he hardly even had the strength to brace himself against the shocks everytime the mercenary pressed the button.

He was slumped haphazardly in his seat, a cold sweat beading on his forehead, panting so hard his chest was burning irrevocably. Whimpers spilled from his lips, mumbling weakly in an attempt to find his voice and tell him to stop.

Leo had begged and begged Roy to stop.

He’d wanted nothing more than to avoid those questions; those prodding, personal ones that he was shooting at him, but he caved under the pressure nonetheless.

Caved until he was sobbing and screaming at him, telling him just about anything he asked for.

Leo felt painfully miserable, as he shifted in the restraints. His ankle was numb. He was sure the agony was blending into each other, and Roy must have aggravated the injury, making the long stretch of recovery even longer.

He sucked in a horrible breath, throat and mouth painfully dry.

Roy had asked all about his home life. All about everything that had made him run away, everything that he was still gripping onto. His stomach felt pitted with dread at the mere thought of what he’d said.

“M-My mother...” He remembered blubbering, after begging Roy to stop the shocks. “...she left us. She didn’t want anything to do with us and she packed her bags and left...”

He remembered the way his voice had cracked, barely able to suck in a violent breath before he was choking on his sobs again.

“My father became depressed a-and he...he couldn’t handle it. He didn’t want anything to do with me either. H-He stopped teaching me violin, he stopped talking to me, he, he...”

He’d sniffled, feeling shame creep up his spine. He was truly pathetic. He could hardly keep his hyperventilating hiccups in his throat, head hung low and hair falling haphazardly in front of his face.

“I ran away, b-because he couldn’t handle her leaving, a-and he pushed me away too,” he’d continued, breaths low and deep. “I couldn’t live with it. That’s it, that’s it, I swear...please, stop. Please, I’m begging you.”

Roy had, his lips barely twitching into a smirk, and his expression satisfied. He’d praised Leo in a twisted form of affection, taking the collar off his throat and gently pushing his hair back. He’d promptly left up the stairs, leaving Leo to shiver in the chair, numb.

He stared blankly at a spot on the ground, struggling to keep his eyes open.

He just wanted to drift off into the depths of his mind and never come back; he didn’t want to deal with this situation anymore, and he didn’t want to think. Didn’t want to do anything, but shut himself off and try to imagine himself anywhere but here.

Roy returned with another bag, this time full of medical supplies. His steely eyes watched Leo for a moment as he closed the door behind him, before approaching him with those ghost-like footsteps.

“Lion?” He drawled, leaning down and tilting his head to try and get a look at his face. He noticed the way the secretary’s eyes looked — glazed over, completely fixed, as if he was in a strong trance. The mercenary pressed his lips together, before straightening up with an abrupt sigh.

“Fuck, get a hold of yourself,” he grumbled, pressing a hand to his forehead and tilting his head back. Leo didn’t react, not even when Roy firmly patted his cheek, trying to snap him out of it. Closing his eyes, the mercenary decided that he would have to call it a day.

Slicing the duct tape keeping him trapped to the chair, he easily hefted the light man into his arms, patting his back as he did so.

“You’re so thin,” he sighed, gently lowering him down onto the mattress. “You’ll be skin and bone soon, lion.”

The man got to work on what he intended. Gently dabbing down the purpled marks collaring his throat, and checking his tongue to make sure he hadn’t bitten it took up only a fraction of his time, as he tipped the contents of the bag onto the ground, and began to wrap his ankle in a splint.

He worked expertly, as if he’d done this plenty of times before, tipping a number of different pills onto his hand to help with the swelling and pain, and wrapping an arm around Leo’s shoulders.

He was so much smaller compared to him, Roy felt as though each grasp engulfed him. He helped the disoriented man swallow down the medicine, before lowering him back down, setting his ankle on the pillow, and chaining him him.

When he stepped off, he heard a faint crinkle.

A frown found its way onto his face as he swept up the remains of the glass he’d shattered, tutting softly under his breath.

After clearing everything up, Roy shrugged off his jacket. He was always radiating pleasant heat, so he draped the jacket over Leo’s form, drowning his figure. He didn’t hesitate to pick up his bag, and make his leave.

It wasn’t like he was much fun like this anyway; Roy much prefered making him squeal and squirm when he had the inkling of freedom just in his grasp.

When he made it to the top of the stairs, he stilled.

His eyes drifted down to hand, wrapped in tissue. The blood was soaked through, reflecting in his eyes, making his throat bob. He clenched it, letting his fingers dig painfully into the flesh, and a trembling exhale fell from his lips before he could stop himself.

It was making his heart pound in his chest. The adrenaline that had sparked when he’d seen the man coming for him, milking the confession out of him through his tears, was something that made him shiver with excitement.

Keeping him down in the basement wasn’t much fun.

Roy knew the bird would try to fly if the cage was left open. So open, it would be.

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It must have been weeks of being trapped down there.

Leo felt like he was starting to lose his mind, waking up every morning — could he even call it that when he didn’t have a single grasp on the time? — to the same, bleak walls, windowless space, same mattress and chair.

A diet of porridge and water hadn’t changed, as it didn’t seem Roy knew how to make anything else.

Dark circles had easily formed under his eyes, and his ghostly complexion stood out from the black jacket the mercenary had laid over him the night of the interrogation. It had become the only sense of comfort and warmth during the mind numbing experience, and he found himself curled up with it, or sitting with it draped around his shoulders and pulled around his body at every chance he got.

The mercenary hadn’t hurt him since then; Leo knew it was because he had been as obedient as could be, not attempting an escape when he was blindfolded and lead upstairs. The secretary was grateful each time he could stretch his legs, and the weight on his healing ankle improved everytime he did.

Roy placed pills on his tongue, checked his splint, and came down to either give or retrieve his food and water.

Leo’s body was overcome by a horrible depression, lay subject to being sprawled on the mattress and counting away the seconds in his head. Soon, even that became too much effort for him, and he let his body shut off, imagining himself elsewhere, playing the violin or having a lunch break with his co-workers.

He weakly gripped the jacket, drawing it further over his shoulders until it was under his nose.

The fabric even had Roy’s scent clinging onto it, and Leo’s stomach coiled at the fact it was the only thing bringing him comfort.

He liked it; the warmness, the comfort, having another person’s scent to accompany him while he slept. He didn’t think he would be able to sleep if it wasn’t constantly bunched over his face, blocking out the lights and cacooning him in a pleasant warmth.

He gingerly licked his lips, the flesh dry against his tongue. His fingers deftly traced the markings on his wrist, lightly dragging along each line. It wasn’t sore anymore; Roy had applied an ointment to it every once in a while, which took the redness out of his skin. The cuts were slowly healing, leaving noticeable scars in their wake.

When the door clanked open, Leo didn’t get up. He closed his eyes, hoping Roy might mistake him for being asleep, and leave him alone.

He didn’t have that much luck, since the mercenary had already tugged the jacket off his body, and it made his eyes snap open in surprise, turning to face him with a shocked expression.

“Shake yourself awake, sleeping beauty,” the mercenary smiled, his tone leaving only a slither of emotion as it always did.

Leo tensed at the sight of him, his eyes drifting over to the jacket, before snapping back to him in fear. Roy tilted his head, and it was then that the secretary noticed he was clutching two crutches in his hand.

He gawked, confused.

“I’d like to ask you a question,” Roy perked up, his eyes fixated on him. Leo barely found the strength to speak, but the words were slipping from his lips before he could stop himself.

“Yes?” He croaked softly.

“So eager,” he chuckled, lip quirking with a subtle quirk at the corner. “How well can you cook?”

Leo blinked. He processed the question once more in his head. Then he blinked again. “...what?”

“I’m asking you if you can cook.”

Leo didn’t dare shift into a sitting position, staying on his elbows. His lip quivered as a breathless squeak left his mouth.

“I-I...do you mean...drugs?”

Roy squinted his eyes. “Drugs? No, lion. Food. I’m talking about food. Can you cook food?”

His face went scarlet red in embarrassment, the heat rivalling that of an oven as it pooled into his skin, and warmed the shell of his ears. He shut his mouth in humiliation, letting his eyes drop to the ground swiftly.

He nodded.

Leo had lived alone for a few years; cooking came easy to him.

“Good,” the mercenary hummed, straightening up and letting the crutches balance on the floor, jacket draped over his arm. Leo stared at it with begging eyes, his bottom lip tucking in. “Here’s the arrangement, lion. In exchange for cooking, for me, yourself, and whoever else might come along, I’ll let you upstairs.”

Leo’s eyes lit up, expression switching almost instantly.

“You can take a spare room. Sleep in a bed, and start walking around on that ankle.” He rattled the crutches for good measure. “It goes without saying — don’t try to escape. Don’t attack me again, and don’t think you can find a way to call for help. I won’t hesitate to ring that pretty little neck of yours if you step out of line.”

Cold sweats broke out along the back of his neck, hairs prickling to attention. Leo didn’t doubt Roy would do just that. He swallowed the dry lump in his throat, nodding his head eagerly.

Anything to get out of here. Anything to sleep in a proper bed.

Roy smirked, and bent down to ruffle his hair. The secretary winced under the touch.

“Good boy.”

It took a moment for Leo to get to his feet, barely able to stand by himself without Roy’s thick arm secured around his waist. His trembling fingers dug into his shirt, pressing tightly against his chest as the man released him for just a moment, only to drape the jacket over his shoulders and fix his arms inside.

It was far too big for him while he was wearing it, drowning his malnourished body, yet it was hard to resist those pretty eyes when Leo couldn’t take his gaze off the thing.

“Come on, arm through,” Roy murmured under his breath, helping Leo fumble his way into the crutches, gripping onto them weakly. He wobbled as a horrible wave of dizziness gripped him, something that had often started to occur when he was on his feet for too long.

But he bit down, and ignored it. There was no way he was coming back down here. No way.

Hobbling up the stairs was difficult, but Roy guided him easily, seemingly amused by his struggles. Leo had a clammy forehead and hands by the time they made it up to the top, and his shallow breathing almost made him miss the sight in front of him.

A house.

He had been under a huge house the entire time, one he could only assume was Roy’s. It made his stomach curl, not being here without a blindfold, but he made sure to drink in every little detail he could. All the framed paintings on the wall, the furniture, the huge television...

His fingers curled around the crutch, almost turning white.

“Mercenary business pays good,” was Roy’s only remark, watching him out of the corner of his eye. “Let’s get you to your room, hm?”

Leo’s heart was thrumming in his chest.

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panstardalia · 1 year ago

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After the Summer #5: Tea Party

Masterlist: here!

Content: BBU; institutionalized slavery; dehumanization (mentioned); pet whump; past beating up, whipping, starvation, self harm, sexual abuse/non-con and chemical torture (mentioned); multiple whumpees; self doubt. Whumpees are going to share some experiences.

Discomfort was not a foreigner concept for Noelle, as they had been trained to ignore such things. But it was before, when they were a pet under the threats of a mad man. Now, after weeks of being treated as a human being, it was getting harder and harder to let little things slide. It took them a while to figure out what was bugging them, but it finally clicked during a movie night with everyone.

Beside them on the couch, sharing a duvet with Noelle, Allen had his eyes on the screen. Oliver and Victor were on the ground, their blanket forgotten at their feet, and their faces were not visible. On the other end of the couch, Noelle could feel two pairs of eyes piercing them constantly. Miss Lily was good at pretending to watch the movie, but Des was much less subtle. They were worried, evaluating Noelle's reactions to every scene, leading them to believe they have watched this movie before, in a past life they didn't remember.

It was always like this, they realized. Everyone was so concerned, distraught even, walking on eggshells to avoid triggering another crisis, another waking nightmare.

The old Noelle, the one from the old pictures, had straight shoulders and a bright smile despite the scars on their wrist. Their eyes were light blue and their hair looked so soft. This present Noelle, however, had a shrunken posture and opaque gray eyes, thin hair and a bar code covering the faded horizontal marks. They were not the friend the others expected to rescue, the one they missed for a year, and none of them knew how to deal with that.

The more cautious those people acted, the more cloistered Noelle felt. With Master, they were conscious of every move they were supposed to make. Obviously, the punishments were dreadful and Noelle surely didn't want to go back to, not even remember those times, but it was inevitable to compare situations: now they would not be actually punished, but not knowing what they should do was as bad as a whipping session when people you love have so much sorrow in their eyes.

Noelle wanted to know how to ease their pain so bad...

"Please excuse me..." They stood up cautiously to avoid stepping on Victor and Oliver.

"You okay?" Oliver raised his head to look at them, and his voice also had that worried tone that caged Noelle's heart.

"Yes." They whispered. "You guys keep watching. I'll be right back."

Noelle ran on their tip toes and hid in their room. With their back pressed against the closed door, they took deep breaths just like Miss Lily have taught. Even without past memories, Noelle really loved those people, the Firefly family, and felt so, so greateful for everthing they were doing. Each one of them was so special and full of light. Noelle just wanted to be light as well, to be as colorful and luminous as them, but Master was always hiding in the shadows as a reminder of everything that could never be again.

"Knock-knock" Allen's voice said on the other side. "May I come in, please?"

Noelle would have hesitated had it been anyone else. Allen was different, though. They were not sure if it was because of the romantic feelings fluctuating between them, their story emerging everytime their hands touched, or if it was because he understood Noelle better than anyone. He knew what to do when they woke up screaming in the middle of the night and when they forgot how to be a human being. He was truly there and it would never be appreciated enough.

The door opened in a silent movement and the boy touched Noelle's shoulders. They wouldn't have imagined his touch would be so comfortable after the discovery of their past together. They used to be a couple, to share kisses, hold hands and... well, Noelle didn't really know how far they both have gone. But they knew Allen wasn't demanding anything from them.

"I would never expect anything of this sort from you" he had said on that occasion. "I just want you to feel like your own person again. Then maybe one day, when you feel in charge, you will want to be my joyfriend once more. Maybe not. Maybe you will find out a boyfriend doesn't fit in your new life, or that this is not me." His smile was sad, but also genuine. He meant every single word. "No matter how it goes... I love you so much, Noelle. I promise you... I will support you every day until you can walk on your own and forever on."

This is why his touch was so warm: because it was home. So Noelle leant their head on his shoulder and let him hug them. Slowly, their arms involved his body as well. They both stayed like that for a while, hugging by the closed door, and after a couple minutes, Allen wraped a lock of Noelle's hair around his finger and muttered softly:

"I know it has been difficult for you. Painful, even. I know I am about to ask for the moon, but I need you to stay with me on this one. Is that alright?"

Noelle wondered how was that boy able to have an elfin british accent if he was asian. They also wondered how he could make them feel so seen.

As Allen felt the small nod, he proceeded.

"I think you need to talk" He whispered. "About this past year. The others, they... they don't know such violence... none of us can even imagine the horrors you suffered. It is making you feel distant, but we cannot push our way in. You are the only one who can open this door."

Noelled raised their head to look at him. His face, always so calm and sweet, still so melancholic, wasn't enough to mask what he said.

"They don't know violence." Noelle repeated. "Do you, Allen?"

He supressed a flinch in between his love's arms. "I do... but it was a long time ago... it took me a long time to trust anyone again. But I trusted you. I let you in, and now I have a family" Allen hesitated, not sure where to look at. "You don't have to talk to me, or Lily, or anyone specifically... but I think talking about it would be good for you."

The idea of vocalizing all the beating, whipping and yelling was already heavy enough, but Noelle plunged even deeper. They thought about how they felt humiliated and helpless, how they were always scared and how devoted they felt towards that man. No one would hear about it and still see a human being afterwards.

"I can't" they sobbed weakly, even though no tears fell. "I have trouble even feeling like a person... if I tell anyone about this... you would understand why I am just a filthy rat."

Immediately, Allen's arms tightened around Noelle.

"Don't you dare repeating this ever again" He menaged to sound soft, yet harsh at the same time. "You are the most lively and brightful person I know. Even now, after this long excruciating night... you are still a sweet and cozy sunshine."

Noelle didn't answer for a while. Again, they didn't feel like a sunshine, a fireplace, not even a candle or a lit match. The old Noelle, maybe. They didn't want Allen to mourn this memory.

"I wish I could talk..." they said at last. "But I can't. I can't risk it, it is physically impossible."

"Maybe..." Allen took a step back, making that adorable idea face. "Maybe you could talk to someone who understands you."

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So there they were, sitting by a thoroughly set table with cakes, breads, little sandwiches, tea and juice. It looked like a scene from a cottagecore movie, maybe a Studio Ghibli movie even, with little flowers between dishes and a very detailed tea set. It was beautiful.

There were two other people there, both looking much more at ease than Noelle. The tall and skinny boy did look like he had the sun in his chest, his welcoming smile and gentle eyes allowing them to relax bit by bit. The girl, on the other hand, was clearly as shy as Noelle, using her colored hair to cover her face. The two of them had only one common feature: the collar scar on their necks matching their own.

"I'm Henry Abels, he/him pronouns" said the boy cheerfully. "And this is my friend Violet, she/her. Welcome to the Pet Lib Unnoficial Support Club. It is really nice to meet you. What is you name?"

"Noelle. Keyland" they frowned, fishing out the memory of Miss Lily explation about pronouns. "I use they/them, because I'm neither a man nor a woman."

"That's so cool" Violet raised her chin, looking genuinely interested. "I kinda get you. I'm a girl, but everyone from my past treated me as a boy. They even made me believe I was a boy by using that drug, The Drip. But I think gender identity is stronger than brainwash."

"It looks like Violet likes you already" with a chuckle, Henry took a sip of his tea. "You see, Noelle, this is supposed to be a safe space. People like us need this. We truly understand each other's fears and pain, in one way or another. Violet, Rudy and I usually talk shit about our old masters and handlers, but today we are here to shelter you. We're here for you."

"Not Rudy, tho" The girl said with a cupcake halfway her mouth. "Where is your boyfriend?"

"He is really sorry he couldn't come today" Henry smiled apologetically. "He has a medical exam today. You know, his handlers really overused The Drip, so he still has those side effects..."

"I hope he gets better soon..." she muttered before focusing on her cupcake.

Noelle took a minute to process a new information. That boy right in front of them had just talked about his boyfriend. Bigger than that, even, his boyfriend was also a former pet. Someone just like them, who felt so far from the real world, had a real romantic relationship! It was so hard to believe, they couldn't help but having questions.

"You have a boyfriend..." they whispered hesitantly. "How is that possible? Don't you feel... too shattered for that?"

Regret filled Noelle's chest immediately. How dare tham talk to anyone like that? But for their surprise, Henry just smiled tenderly and replied in a soft tone.

"I did. When Pet Lib rescued me, I was a total mess. It was almost as bad as being under my old master's custody. I was so afraid all the time, I cried non-stop and I was even starving myself. But then I met him at the official recovery facility and... gods, he was as fucked up as I was. I'm not sure how we did that, but we bonded over this. We supported each other and everything became a little less terrifying. However, it took us a long time to feel whole and secure enough to begin a real relationship."

"They are very cute together" Violet poured Noelle some tea. "Rudy is almost non verbal due to his distrust, but he is actually a very sweet guy once he opens up. He was a Guard Dog pet, so it is understandable he doesn't talk much."

"Do you talk about your life as pets just like this?" It was difficult for Noelle to believe such a thing.

"It takes time to feel comfortable enough about that" once again Henry gave them a tender smile. "Feel free to try, to fail and try again or not."

After a second pondering about it, Noelle pressed their lips and shrugged. "Could you two, maybe... talk about yours first?"

"Me first!" If Violet seemed shy minutes ago, she was a totally different person now. Henry had said she liked Noelle, but they could not understand why was that. "So. I was a Domestic, but my owner was a mad scientist. Actually he was a pharmaceutical. Well, he used me as a test subject, so my head is pretty messed up. I was rescued some months ago, but just like Rudy, I still feel the side effects."

Her story made Noelle's stomach hurt. It sounded so gruesome, terrifying at least. They put themself in her shoes and imagined being constantly abused with different substances in their body. An uncomfortable shiver was enough to convince them to stop thinking about it.

"How about..." they decided to ask instead. "How about your memories? Did they take long to return?"

"I barely have memories from my past" Violet shook her head. "The guys from Pet Lib couldn't find my family and I remember nothing but being misgendered, so..."

"I'm so sorry..." mumbled Noelle, heart shrunken. Months, she had said, and still no memories. What if they were the same?? What if their memories were lost forever?? ... Was Noelle faded to never remember Allen and their story?

"Don't be" the girl sounded upset, but far from devastated, like it was a minor issue, not her whole life lost. "It's sad, but... I'm okay. I've recently moved out the Pet Lib quarters and I'm taking little steps towards independence. I'm finally a free girl and I have people to share this with. If the past is important, it's going to reach me eventually. It did for Henry."

Noelle turned their head to look at the blond boy, curious. He must have read through their face, because he giggled sweetly and said "It is true. Pet Lib was having a hard time finding my family, but a coincidence put everything together."

"How so?" Noelle's interest was too picked to be timid. Was he about to give them the answer?

"Well..." he took another sip of his tea. "It turns out nobody noticed I am a foreigner. Obviously, neither did I. But someone at the facility decided to watch a movie from my homeland, which is Norway, by the way, and hearing my home language triggered some memories. After that, they were able to find my dad and he came to pick me up. Since there are no qualified facilities in Norway and I was already attached to Rudy, he decided to stay here, and here I have been living as Henry Abels, the human, for the last fifteen months."

At first, his report made Noelle wither. They were not a foreigner, so his recipe to success would not work for them. On the other hand, however... he found his blood family. Maybe it was time for them to insist with Miss Lily to meet their blood family, because they were sure there was someone out there. It had to be.

"What kind of pet were you?" they said under their breath, wanting to hear more about the joyful boy.

For the first time, Henry's smile quivered. When he answered, his voice sounded tired. "I was a Romantic. For five long years. It feels like an eternity..." he hesitated, but just like he was able to see through Noelle's fears, he continued. "I still feel disgusted when I think about how committed I was to Logan. I would smile at him and the pinnacle of my day was when he touched me. Oh, was it repulsive... I wish I could forget it entirely, but he is still waiting for me in my nightmares every once in a while."

Silence fell back on the table. Noelle felt so sorry for Henry they could cry. Even if they knew what it was like to be used as a sexual tool, it felt like they would never be able to truly understand how painful it was for Henry. His story was more relatable, but everything felt so wrong.

Violet and Henry were too human to go through such dread. None of them deserved their stories, those harmful memories. Noelle, on the other hand, still felt like a filthy rat. They were not the same.

"I can now remember who I was before" Henry lowered his eyes. "I used to be a stuborn stone head child. My own father confessed I was not the same and it hurt so much. I felt like I would never be able to be human again, much less the same. But then he said I didn't need to..." he smiled, and little tears were visible in his eyes. "He said that I was back in his arms and it was more than enough. That I could be anyone, I would still be his son."

He used his hand to dry his tears. Violet touched his arm, unable to relate to his feeling. Nevertheless, she was there for her friend. Not everything about former pets was relatable, but everyone have suffered more than anyone would ever deserve. Noelle understanded it now. Both Violet and Henry, who were tortured in so different ways, and even Rudy probably, had bonded over the feeling of having lost everything including themselves.

"How can you always say the right thing, Henry...?" Asked Noelle, also wiping tears. They smiled briefly before taking a deep breath and anouncing a decision: "I think I'm ready to share my story, now."

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yamiyamiart · 2 years ago

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It's mostly other people's Art or works that makes me consider certainly ship since for some reason until than I wouldn't even had put those into a room.

But yeah, I was a bit sad that oda actually canon backed away from Kamabakka Sanji, since he even drew him actually enjoying being there after a while. He clearly started to feel more comfortable in a dress and make up and being spoiled and he started to explore himself more. I honestly loved those moments.

Him just being at peace which himself. Accepting who he truly is and or could be.

But yeah I can also see Crocodile's side. He's probably out as gay since his teens or early adult and he doesn't regret it just being himself since he stopped caring what others could think about him. He just wants to enjoy his life and doesn't want to bend himself to please others.

So coming across Sanji maybe even made him a bit sad. Seeing someone refuse to be themselves so much yet he understands that it's the cause of the past circumstances Sanji had went through so he gives him time and space to understand that Crocodile will be a safe person for him around who he can be who he actually is.

Also please tell me about the horny stuff, I love hearing these kind of things.

Yess that's exactly how I love them !! Sanji deserves to be comfy in a dress an heels as often as he smokes ... And I go insane from how good he looks in pink 💕💕

Ok so! Horny time!

I've already written about and sketched so many scenarios with these two! I have a dear friend that also loves this ship and gives me the best inspiration for new sexy hc's

Like it should be a given that if Crocodile is present in a ship there will be a Daddy kink , that man gives off such a giant sugar daddy vibes and the fact that he's actually rich and dresses in only the finest clothes, high expensive taste is a given

Now imagine how highly possesive and dominant he must be in bed, I have this hc that the only man brave enough to confront his mood and top him is Doflamingo (even if it would end up in non-con most of the times considering how they both are) , so he would expect to be pleased, to be pleasured by his sugar baby and here comes Sanji who canonically would do anything that he's asked even if he complains about it the whole time , who's a people pleaser due to his low self esteem caused by his family's abuse , who would make the perfect submissive partner in bed... He's all loud yelling and curses towards any men outside his bedroom but once he's in the privacy of their shared room? It's like a switch gets flipped in his head 💞

This idea I have of him comes from how he acts around women in the canon story, Sanji is all flirting and declaring his love loudly but everytime a girl flirting back or proceeded to touch his hand he turns into a pathetic blushing mess and that's exactly what I love about him , he's all bark not bite

For me that idiot is a sub bottom through and through, even when he sleeps with women they would wrap him around their fingers in a second ♥️

So the idea of him turning into a pillow princess and letting the other take control of the situation, letting him use his body as he pleases it's just so fitting and hot for me . Crocodile would train his body to only feel good when he's the one fuckin him in a way that if he were to sleep with someone else it would never be enough to let him finish, that something would be missing ...

Now for some more explicit hc's, the most important part to remember is that Sanji canonically is extremely flexible and has all his strength in his legs, I like to imagine he has the muscular build of a male ballet dancer , so this man in bed would be so good at riding his partner... Putting those thunder thighs to good use (and there's the fact that Crocodile is a giant next to him so being under the blond will be more comfortable for both when he wants to take it slow and calmly)

During more firey sessions Sanji would get spanked, his hair pulled, bitten all over, ravaged until he's a crying mess, and at the end when he has a satisfied smile and tears are rolling down his face from the ecstasy he would thank Croco for it , blinded by the pleasure :^)

That's how I like my boys, going full animal instinct until they satiate their thirst and then when they are done , back in public people can tell what they just did by their faces alone

Oh and also Crocodile would spoil him rotten gifting him the most expensive lingerie sets besides clothes and perfumes, too bad they always get destroyed when he gets his hands on his boy :3c

#anon ask #crocosan #I would derail into more detail but I literally don't have time rn lol #but just from reading the fics I write you can get the idea of the dynamic I like for them

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lovelykhaleesiii · 2 years ago

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alright, alright, alright.

so first of all, pls assume that whenever I am talking about aegon, I am talking about chubby! aegon, the love of my life and the father of my future chubby children. oh gods the thought of him in a properly-made armor (with hints of both his love for Sunfyre and you... I... ugh).

also I don't know if this is just being weird, but whenever I have to wear tight attire, I get low key bruises, like it itches + hurts a bit and imagine it happens the same to poor aegon when he has to wear that constricting armor (because as suited for him as it is, it still needs to be skintight) and you rub everything with oils + kisses -> it soon turns into a body worship session.

for the next thing I have got to put a disclaimer (tw: non-con/dub-con): for the adrenaline-seeking aemond after a battle, chasing with his armor any relief and you, instead of being his wife, being his servant (like that mention of THAT scene in 'atonement' got me thinking; also to show up next to aegon in THAT dress?) and he just comes to you and rips what little he has to to get to your heat and to keep you there till the excitement shimmer and you have to walk away with his seed between your legs (a sight he enjoys very much).

but also the undressing of him from his armor and the slow comeback to your soft baby boy aegon, I... ugh... so yeah, I got it out and now I can go on with my day (no I can't)

girlie great minds think alike, Aegon in my mind ALWAYS is chubby. I see no one else 😫🥺 so glad we cleared that up!!! OMG CHONKER BABIES WITH AEGON YES PLZ, where do I sign?!

omg he loves how attentive and nurturing you are, how gentle you are with his body especially after returning home from battle. how you prepare a warm bath, with essential oils and all that good stuff. the way you gently wash him, stroking off the dirt and blood off him, he just watches you (sometimes if he’s really needy, he’ll drag you inside to fuck you in the bath). but he worships you like no tomorrow. he sees absolutely no flaw in your body. everytime he comes back home, he glorifies you as if it’s the first time he sees your body over and over again. you’re literally a goddess to him.

omg Aemond would literally rush back to you after battle. fuck everyone that even tries to stop or talk to him, he just bypasses them, finds you & locks the two of you away so he can just fuck you senseless the entire night, until he’s satisfied that there’s a babe in your belly. he often gets worried one day he might not return and wants a piece of you with him always 🥺

OMG AEGON CRAVING Y/N’S BODY HEAT YUM, but he’s the one exuding all the heat from all that fighting entrapped in all that heat. imagine he finds you out in the gardens or library in some stunning dress (like the iconic atonement one) & he just fucks you then and there. literally tears the dress up, and he only finds out after that it was a fave so he just commands someone to remake it for you…. Just to do the same thing all over again 🤭 he loves filling you to the brim, seeing how helpless you get trying to keep yourself composed as his cum pools from your cunt ughhhhh !!!

I LOVE THIS SM 😫😫😫💘

#aegon ii targaryen #tom glynn carney #aegon ii targaryen asks #aemond targaryen #ewan mitchell #aemond targaryen asks #chubby!Aegon ii #fave asks #dad!Aegon ii #dad!Aemond

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SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING 😭😭😭😭 everytime I wanted to shoot you an ask I was like "I wanna write a longer message, so let me do it later" and yeah later turned out to be a looooot later WTF MY LAST MESSAGE WAS IN THE BEGINNING OF AUGUST 😮😮😮😮 how and when... time is not real seriously it's insane. What did you think happened to me? 😅

Lewis said NEVER LET THEM KNOW YOUR NEXT MOVE, he is craaaaazy. Hopefully it'll end well for him, but the fuck is he oooooon. My friend needs to be strong, keeping her in my thoughts & prayers, cause she DOES NOT fuck with Ferrari at all. Imagine if I had to support Barca or Tottenham 😅 Damn the news about Klopp shocked me, Liverpool is doing so well, I guess it's better to leave when you're still successful. It's a shame he feels burnt out, but I get him

Omg, graduation, my child Baeksussy is growing so fast! You'll be free from your Avocado Uni soon, excited, nervous?

Stop not the rom coms and thinking about me ahshsjshajaja, romance is not dead <3 Any interesting WIPs? I haven't read fanfiction in 100 years, actually I haven't read much at all, my brain is all rotten 🙃

I hope 2024 is better for everyone, but I don't have high hopes, lmao. I just wanna survive winter, still trying to beat seasonal depression before I enter my allergy era. I spent my birthday as well as NYE SICK AND ON MY PERIOD BECAUSE IT CAME A WEEK LATE.

Yeah the job in Seoul highkey scares me cause I haven't worked full time like that in a long time, but I need a lot of money and it can actually help me a lot. I'm trying to do something more with my life, but idk if I'll manage, I don't smoke nor drink anymore so how am I gonna cope??? The good side is that I'm getting a really nice apartment and a car too from the company 😌

Meeting Yuta again would be an achievement, meanwhile I saw some other NCT members and Mr Xiaojun like 5 times 😭 when I finally got an opportunity to talk to him he signed my pc <3 I alsl came across Changbin, Yeonjun and Dino once, and Itzy while they were filming something. I went to bunch of NCT concerts in the past few months, I still have more to attend including Ten's con FINALLY TEN SOLO!!! I also saw SVT, SKZ and a few smaller groups, my last one was Everglow a few days ago <3

I miss being a massive Shinestar, there were a few anniversaries of my fan calls with him recently and I got sentimental. But yeah I don't speak to that many hardcore Atinys anymore so I'm not up to date with Atz. It's pretty sad, but maybe it'll change in the future. On the other hand I prefer to be more casual. Casual... meanwhile I gave so much fucking money to SM IT'S SICKKKK. I enjoy kpop music-wise still, but you're right something is a bit off lately...

In my defense, hear me out: I've only spent like 3 days in Vancouver! I barely registered what was happening, cause my friend and I were helping her friend who was giving birth 😭😭😭 she was not supposed to give birth at that time 😬. So if you by any chance were also birthing a child at BC Women's Hospital then perhaps we met! I also remember going to a food place called The Naam I believe as well as one really good, yet tiny Vietnamese vegan one. Oh and I visited a university, not yours though, but imagine agsjdhsjsjajddjskh

But okay I deserve the lashings! So I'll be your euro guide once you visit the old continent 💜 - DV 💖

i responded to this ask FOUR times 😭😭😭 & gave up bc it won’t load (this ask from u is still so surreal)

6 MONTHS OF NOTHING I THOUGHT U WERE NEVER COMING BACK 😭😭😭😭 i actually genuinely thought something must’ve happened at your travel bc the last time u messaged me u said you were either hiking or in a jungle so no service or something and when u stopped responding i was like “omg the forest got to anon” 😭😭😭

he REALLY BE LIKE THAT ???? hoping he gets his 8th, id celebrate like i won it,,, but it also makes me think— this year abu dhabi would be the last time he’d driver as a merc driver, goes to ferarri w/ 100 million a year,,, possible free cars from ferarri -> retirement soon,,, THIS IS TOO MUCH MR MERCEDES U CANT GO 😭😭 LMFAOOO i cannot wait for ur friend to turn up in all red apparel ready for a therapy session, she a real tifosi LMAOOOOO no fr 10 years is a long time i get his situation as well + focusing more on his family, it would be crazy if he went to barca id probably die

this is so accurate

wait omg did u also hear about what horner might have done 😀 and the fact that he and newey have a contract where if one leaves, the other follows = which in my delusional tifosi mind can only say NEWRY TO FERARRI 2024/2025 FERARRI WDC HAMILTON 8TH TITLE LECLERC FIRST TIME WDC

Omg, graduation, my child Baeksussy is growing so fast! You'll be free from your Avocado Uni soon, excited, nervous?

no really! a little TOO fast everything’s a lil too fast 😭😭 free from avocado 😭😭 iM very nervous actually but i can’t wait to leave it so i don’t have to worry about assignments being due 8am in the morning or having any classes at that, gonna get a few tats and enter the real world 😭😭😭 this uni took years off my life

romance is not but i may be soon fbkafjak nO NONE WIPS 😭😭 just dreams that would seem very real if i were to convert into a wip,, im on the same boat as u, i just stopped reading (also probably bc so many authors also left) i read like those older ones once in a while to feel something

JCJCKCJCKC STOP THATS THE FUCKING WORST (also u might hAVE recently had ur birthday so happy belated birthday!!!!) do u ever have high hopes and then those hopes just fall to the pits of the earth <3

hopefully this job gives u loads of moolah $$ so u can travel to more places!! you’re going to sk and the drinking culture there anon 😭😭 them bosses would be pissed if you didn’t drink bfwmdbwk OH???? A CAR AND AN APART??? OKAY THIS IS BIG GIRL MONEY AND A BIG GIRL JOB WOAH ANON WHERE TF ARE U WORKING 🤚🏻 MF SAMSUNG???

this entire thing ‼️100% i have a few friends who i listen to the albums with when they drop one, engage in discussions abt the song choices and then go to the concerts just not a whole content type of person anymore idk if they’re doing some interviews or shows but i find out about it like a while later bc im just so out of the loop,, LMFAOOOO TO SM FHKWHDKWHDKW SM DOWNFALL HAPPENINGG something really is! idk maybe it’s like the star factor groups once used to have that’s just not existent as much? heard about teddy’s new gg & it looks very promising lots of star factors and an actual nepo baby but it’s likely not gonna be meeting up to the expectations

anon you gotta be fucking kidding me right now YOU WERE 15 MINUTES AWAY FROM ME IM GONNA ANBFMWFHWKDW COMBUST GET THE FUCK OUT ???? I WAS JCJCKCJ RIGHT MF THERE 🔫 omg is the friend okay?? the baby??? birthing a child (added to ur resume),, YOU WENT TO NAAM??? ITS SOO GOOD ISNT IT!!! i will give u my step (it’s like u add a bunch of restaurants or places you’ve been to, kind like a itinerary) account for foods in canada OR better yet u give me urs so i can be prepared 🫡

u must’ve visited the rival university, fuck them actually, it’s time u come to my jail or a university with its brutalism architecture <3 im gonna assume u went to the bc’s uni which sucks ass in my opinion, avocado uni was and is >>>> sorry like imagine u come to my uni and walk past me and then have the audacity to send me an ask “hey baek sussy i went to ur uni today!” AND I LOSE MY SHIT

But okay I deserve the lashings! So I'll be your euro guide once you visit the old continent 💜 - DV 💖

you absolutely do,, absolutely i cannot wait!! i might even go twice that year! AND GIVE U YOUR LASHINGS THERE it would be really funny if u take me to spain and it’s an el classico night..

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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iambilliejeanok · 3 years ago

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🌸Introducing: 🌸

Fandom:Attack On Titans||Jujustu Kaisen|| Naruto

Warnings: 18+, NSFW,

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Levi as Mr Steal Your Girl/Guy

Player stats:

Here’s a short king who knows his worth and will literally use your girl or your man as an example, incase you try and disrespect him because of his height.

Isn’t much of player, but let’s just say that if he wants you…he can probably have you.

Loyalty:

He’s not one to sleep with every one in town, and he only does hoe shit to humble the haters.

When he’s in a relationship, he’s one hundred percent loyal to his partner and expects the same from you.

Love Languages: (in order according to him)

Quality Time

Words of Affirmation

Physical Touch

Acts of Service

Giving gifts

Because he could die on any day, it’s always his priority to spend ample time with his loved ones.

He’s very vocal about the way he feels about you and expects you to return that energy, or else he gets sad, but he won’t complain about it.

Prefers to spend the night with his partner, is always bummed about about being far from you.

Pros:

If it’s two things you benefit from living with Levi is that he’s a great cook and doesn’t mind taking care of dinner most nights.

He also does a great job at keeping the place neat and tidy.

Will make you feel like you’re the only girl in the world.

Cons:

The place is clean. Always. Everytime. The two of you might have an argument about the cleanliness of the house every now and then, especially if you’re not able to keep up with how he likes things. It’s just something he can’t compromise for.

Very protective of you. He’s lost too many loved ones to not micro monitor you and constantly need reassurance that you’re by his side or he will have a panic attack 🥺

Sexual fantasies:

Levi always imagines face fucking someone to his hearts desire. He’s always wanted to freely do that, but who’s gonna let him? So he’s accepted that the reality of that happening is very much non existent.

Sexual preferences:

Doesn’t matter what gender he’s dating, he’s always the top. Always. He cannot be tamed. He is the tamer.

He’s very gentle 🥺 but that doesn’t mean he won’t make a few adjustments for your preferences. He’s more of a love maker than a fucker. Loves the moment to be sweet and sensual, no matter how filthy it gets.

He’s open to anything, but he especially loves to give a good spanking while he’s giving out back shots.

Likes it raw. A condom just isn’t the same.

Desires:

Loves to give head. From the back, with your ass in his face please. Will eat your ass too…if you let him clean it for his own peace of mind.

Just thinking about the taste of your juices gathering in his tongue makes his mouth water. He might be too desperate to wait until the two of you are home.

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Gojo as The Player:

Player stats:

If y’all looking for a hoe you got it right here. FOR THE STREETS! Even he can’t estimate his body count. You’re always hearing reviews from nearly every one😩

If he’s in a relationship he will try his best to stay faithful but he can’t ’t guarantee anything legit 😭

Let’s just say that relationships aren’t really his thing. But the streets….home.

He prefers a no strings attached thing and never sleeps with the same person twice. Also prefers to sleep with people who don’t happen to see him everyday or know him too well.

Doesn’t know who you are afterwards. Don’t even look at him because he seriously forgot.

Loyalty:

When it comes to bitches…do I even have to say?

But when it comes to his students and friends? He’s very loyal. You’d get more loyalty and respect from being his friend than his lover.

But otherwise, would literally die for you without a second thought if he does hold you close to his heart.

Love languages: (in order according to his personality)

Acts of Service

Words of Affrimation

Giving gifts

Physical Touch

Quality Time

He will bend over backwards for those that he cares about to make sure they’re safe, happy and successful.

He doesn’t even realize that he does this, but he always compliments people. He’s gonna say whatever is on his mind anyhow, so when you do get a compliment from him, just know it’s genuine. He also is also very vocal about his feelings, so expect him to say a few caring things along the way.

Anytime he sees something that reminds him of you, he’s getting it. You’re going to wake up to flowers everyday and a bubble bath when he’s got some time off.

He loves getting things done for you, even the smallest of things, like opening your juice box for you.

Pros:

He’s a walking bank. Mei Meis favourite contact. So if you share a personal relationship with him, he’s most likely spoiling your ass everyday. That means souvenirs from all the places he travels too. If you’re his girlfriend then his card is yours. So wax, nail and eyelash appointments are all on him. And expect to receive all your services from the best. He tends to spend a good coin everywhere he goes so he’s quite famous amounts business owners, you’ll most likely get really great discounts and offers. Might even get yourself a wig sponser just for rolling with him.

Sex is very overwhelming with him. And you get it every time he’s with you. 😓(when will it be me)

You could learn quite alot from him and excel with his support and motivation.

Cons:

He’s gonna cheat on you girl. As for respect, he’s got non of it. The sweetest boyfriend in the world, but he’s not just your boyfriend. And when he’s done with you he’s really done because not even the baddest pussy in the game could get that some loyalty. Maybe he might smash twice…maybe.

Sexual fantasies:

He’s hasn’t quite figured out how to make this work, but he’s always fantasized about getting showered in squirt. Yes. You read it right. He wants nothing more than a bunch of women all masturbating to the sight of him and then squirting all over him and moaning his name in unison.

Sexual desires:

Very rough and aggressive. Loves to take out a lot of energy during these sessions. He’s always gonna go hard, deep and fast when he’s fucking you. For one, he wants you to come quick in his dick, quick enough to bring you to a screaming mess by the third orgasm.

Loves to have you scratch him hard while he’s turning your soul inside out, literally making you gush like a tap with that goofy ass smile on his damn face.

He just absolutely loves hardcore fucking. And he needs someone who’s able to handle it. It’s one thing to be willing to let him fuck you the way he wants, it’s another thing to actually let him fuck you the way he wants.

Sexual preferences:

Missionary, preferably with your legs slung over his shoulders and your hands clawing at him while he’s at it.

If he really likes you, he’s gonna make you suffer. Until you’re begging him to stop. If this is just a quick session for him, he’s just gonna last as long as it takes for him to cum before he’s out of there faster than you can say black flash.

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Kakashi as The Toxic King

Player Stats:

Well what can I say, being toxic takes thought and planning, which is something Kakashi is good at when he wants to be.

Will literally romance you and make you feel like the only girl in the world one day, and then treat you like a complete stranger the next.

He’s broken a lot of hearts. Doesn’t have a good reputation amongst the ladies.

I can’t say you cannot count on him because he’s gonna make you feel like you can and then he’s gone, on some “we aren’t even dating” 😭😭😭😓😓😩😓

Loyalty:

Sure, he’s loyal when he’s serious. Like I said, he’s toxic side is pre thought and mediated. He’s not naturally toxic, so when he doesn’t decide to put that monster away in the closet, he can be very promising.

Will he cheat on you? Probably not if you’re officially together, but as long as he didn’t specifically say “I want you to be my girlfriend/boyfriend”, he’s a single man.

Will literally watch you cry, comfort you, and still keep repeating how silly you were for believing in ideas he certainly didn’t out in your head.

He is a prick yeah.

Love Languages: (according to his personality)

Physical Touch

Quality Time

Acts of Service

Words of Affirmation

Gift giving

He’s very touchy, and can be super romantic, that’s why he’s dangerous😩 but with the right person, it’s absolutely amazing. He’s all about that skin on skin contact. Hold his hand. Always. Slipping his hand under your shirt and leaning his head on your shoulder or on your head.

Will serenade you to the moon and back, taking you on plenty of date nights, lunch dates, etc. giving you all the attention in the world, it’s great when he’s serious about you, but just plane cruel torture if he’s only feeding his own desires and not yours.

If he actually starts taking a lot of weight of your shoulders, that’s when you can guarantee his serious about you, because he doesn’t usually enjoy doing unnecessary work if he doesn’t have to. But for someone he’s serious about, he’ll do just about anything for them.

Pros:

Treats you like a queen! Spoils you in more ways than just financially.

Loves some nice, slow and dragged out foreplay. Until you’re basically begging him to move along with things.

There are quite a few pros that come with dating the Hokage.

Cons:

TOXIC! He’s such a liar when he isn’t all about you. Will tell you exactly anything you wanna head if it will get you off his ass about something. “Are you really only with me?”, “yes sweetheart, no one else has my interests like you” 😩😭

Sexual preferences:

Serious switch energy. Literally whatever works for the moment, he can run with. Maybe he leans a little more toward the top side, but he certainly does love being a pillow prince sometimes.

He gets really mean when he’s giving out back shots and will literally fuck you are even when you’re screaming for him, but he absolutely love this position.

Sexual Desires:

If there’s one thing Kakashi lives for, is the way you struggle to kiss him back while he steadily finger fucks you. Loves loves love, everything that revolves around fingering you.

He always makes a big mess whenever he puts his hand between your legs, and even if you’re begging and whining for the real thing, he might not give it to you at all, if you don’t quit whining. You just simply have to let him finger you to his hearts desire. Even if it means you’ll keep coming for him.

Sexual fantasies:

A threesome with a man and a woman. He’s always wanted to fuck while getting fucked. Or topped while being topped. Maybe suck a dick and eat pussy at the same time. He’s also always wanted to people giving him all the attention, both of them greedily sucking his dick, maybe with an extra person sitting on his face. He just loves the overwhelming idea of being pleased and pleasing.

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I’m afraid to gain weight. I’m already obese — 255 pounds. 54 inch gut. 40 BMI.

I’ve always been fat but I’ve been hovering around here, my biggest, for over a year. Everytime I gain a few pounds I lose them.

I can tell that everyone already thinks I’m too big, my belly is too fat, my double chin too huge, my arms wobbly, boobs bulging, rolls thick and hanging, thighs cellulite ridden, and ass wide. I’m 100 pounds overweight nearly. So why do I think about seeing 260 on the scale? 270? Maybe 280, my longtime desired goal..

I’m afraid it’s going to be too big. I’m going to be too fat to ever go back! With the way my belly is rounding out and sagging, and that’s where I gain the most, I can’t imagine having 25 more pounds hanging off of me. What is everyone going to say? I’m sure I’ll get concerned conversations. And 25 pounds is enough to need a new wardrobe.. I’m already pushing the limits of mine (fat girl denial). I’m afraid to commit to that level of obesity, well within morbidly obese..

But I love to eat. And think about how humiliating it would be for the scale to climb any further. How even my fat girl tricks won’t be able to hide my gut any longer. But every time, I stop binging when my gut feels even heavier than normal, and I take it easy to lose the weight.

What do you think?

When it comes to a lifestyle fetish like this, it's true that you need to weigh the erotic benefits of seeing and feeling yourself grow versus the pain and embarrassment of others around you. My instinct is to say fuck everyone else, it's all about what *you* want for your body. You can easily be a beloved BBW and stuffer without intentionally gaining weight. You can focus on smoothing out the cons of gaining- wait until you can afford a new wardrobe, gain with healthful and nutritious meals and light exercise so your heart stays strong. It's good to think about often and thoroughly so you don't face regrets as your life continues.

From a feeder perspective of course I want to hear about your shirts straining to contain your new girth and the extra poundage blooming at your lower belly 😍 But most of all I want you to be a happy little butterball, content with your body and your life. Best of luck anon!

#female feeder #ffa #wg kink #feedee perspective #belly kink #getting fatter #feeder kink #asks

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strawbxrryneptune · 4 years ago

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Imagine this

Tw: watersports, slight dub-con, dry humping, a little bit of gun play

♡♡

You're the daughter of a pretty well known Yakuza boss, one of the most powerful influences in the community.

You're supposed to be taking on his legacy soon, and have yet to meet a proper suitor.

You have your eye on the second most powerful boss, Katsuki Bakugou.

He's an amazing yakuza for his age, barely hitting 23.

You have always thought he was attractive, and the fact that he was almost as successful as your father and the same age as you? Wheeeew 🥵

You were at a gala held for the city's finest, and had been trying to talk to him all evening, but everytime someone stopped talking to him, another person came up.

You sat at the bar almost the whole evening, waving off suitors and drinking different variations of sodas and teas, not wanting to get too tipsy this evening.

After about two hours of swaying to the music and keeping your eyes on him, you felt an overwhelming urge to go to the bathroom.

That's what you get for drinking so much in that time span.

You chance a look back at the blonde, jumping slightly when you make eye contact, a smirk tugging at his plump lips.

You send a flirty smile back his way, brushing off the butterflies in your gut at the way his eyes follow you as you hop off the stool, making your way to the bathroom.

After you get lost for the 5th time, you finally see the mahogany door labeled "Woman", and are about to push it open when you hear a vaguely familiar raspy voice coming from down the hall

You tiptoe towards it, seeing Bakugou in a dark hallway talking to two men, one with spiky red hair, his muscles bulging against his suti, and the other a tall, lanky guy with a black mullet.

You don't really care what they're talking about, only looking at Balugou, who looks absolutely stunning in a fitting orange suit.

You let out a breathy sigh at the sight of his jaw clenching st something they say, only for your heart to fall to your ass when they all snap their heads in your direction.

The guys didnt see you, but you could've sworn you caught gazes with vermillion eyes before you darted into the bathroom, collapsing on the door.

You catch your breath, standing to your feet to relieve yourself when you're grabbed by the arm.

You try to fight back, but the person is too quick, and has you pinned face against the door.

You squirm in their grasp, gasping out a "Fuck you-"

When the asshole chuckles, and your blood freezes when you realize just who has you pinned.

He trails thick fingers down your thighs, swiping your dress to the side and pressing down on your stomach, making you squeal.

"B-Bakugou, no-"

"Oh, you know my name?"

You pitch back into him, breath catching when you feel the bulge against your ass.

"Come to think of it, I shouldn't be surprised a slut like you knows who I am. Don't think I haven't seen you trialing me all night. The pretty little princess wants to merge, huh?"

You open your mouth to tell him no, you actually want him,

But he shoves two fingers in your mouth, pressing himself harder against you.

"You got me now, brat. Whaddya gonna do about it?"

You whine against his fingers, grinding yourself to press against his fat cock, barely hidden in his dress pants.

"I wan' you, Bachugo"

He chuckles against your neck, pushing his hips more into you and grinding the heel of his hand into your clothed cunt, giving you stimulation to your throbbing clit

He pants harshly into your neck, biting down on your shoulder with a growl.

"Hah, you're such a little slut. Following me and getting me to do this shit with you just so we'd merge companies, yeah?"

You squeak and shake your head aggressively your head too foggy to form a coherent sentence.

He stops all his movements, swatting you on the ass when you whine.

"No? I'm wrong, brat?"

You whimper and nod, panting when he slides his fingers out of your mouth in favor of tanking your head towards him, craning your neck.

"I-I guess we would be merging, but I'm interested in you for a different reaso-"

He doesn't let you finish your sentence, pushing back up against you and sliding his hand back under your dress, this time circling your clit.

You gasp out a moan, feeling your high about to wash over you.

He grinds harder against the fat of your ass, growling and groaning into your ear before muttering a gravelly

"Cum, baby. Ruin my fuckin' fingers, yeah?"

With that, you cream hard around him, feeling him twitch behind you, guessing he came with how high pitched his moan was.

You panic when you feel his hand move up and press down on your belly, suddenly too aware of your full bladder.

"Bak- my,, I can't-"

He shuts you up with a searing kiss to your lips, pushing you into the wall, and with one final press to your abdomen, you piss all over the floor, further soaking your panties and his dress shoes.

Your face burns in humiliation, scrambling to push him off when your hand hits something hard in his pocket.

He smirks down at you and pulls out his gun slowly, tracing the barrel along your jaw before sliding it into your mouth, getting it slick with your saliva before popping it into his mouth, eyes rolling back with an exaggerated moan.

"Clean yourself up and meet me outside in 10, slut. If you're a good girl and suck my fuckin' gun off, maybe I'll consider merging with you."

You nod frantically, watching him exit the bathroom with a click of the door and immediately rushing to the sink to get rid of the piss smell.

@hanji-is-life you have ruined me

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barnes-n-nobles · 4 years ago

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Youre My Path (SMUT)

Yandere Bucky being crazy, possessive, and DARK!

TW-Mentions on non-con, drugging, stalking, and overall dark behavior. A little bit of knife play as well.

Smut SMUT SMUT

Let me know what y’all think

Today was just another boring ordinary day. You had to go to the store and stock up on some groceries that you had been planning on getting but you lacked the will power to do so. You opened your phone and looked at the time. Ugh, I need to go before they close you thought to yourself as you managed to peel yourself off of your comfy sofa. You got ready and headed towards the nearest super market.

Lately youve been having some weird feelings, as if someone is constantly watching you. You always shake it off though, because nothing ever happens to you. You always get home safe and sound. Today was a little more intense though, as if you could almost hear someone breathing behind you when you were walking to the store. Relieved to have made it inside, you grabbed your cart and started your trip through the empty isles of the store. You loved and hated to come at night, it made you feel at peace knowing there there wouldn’t be annoying ass kids and angry moms yelling at them to behave. No people blocking the isles with their carts and most importantly, no need to run into someone you knew. The only reason you hated it, was because you didn’t want to get kidnapped and left for dead.

As you made your way to the bread isle, you had that feeling again. You felt like someone was behind you, you stopped dead in your tracks to see if anyone would walk past you. You pretended to look at the merchandise and you slowly turned around to see if there was anyone there. You looked both ways, and sure enough there was nothing. You rolled your eyes and kept it moving. As your trip started coming to an end you decided to stop by the makeup isle, needing a couple of items that you would use for your upcoming date.

Usually you didn’t try this hard but you figured you would give it a shot. All the past times you went on dates they would disappear after your first date. You weren’t sure if it was because you didn’t try hard enough or if they simply weren’t feeling your vibe. As your mind trailed off you accidentally ran into another person with your cart, completely snapping you out of your mind. A broad man, fell to his knee. “Oh my god!!! I’m so sorry. Are you ok? God I’m so clumsy please forgive me” you said frantically as you started to help him up. He lifted his head up to meet your gaze, big blue eyes % bore%% into your own. Your eyes started to trail from his eyes, to his lips, and up again to his perfectly sculpted face. You were mesmerized, you had never seen such a handsome man. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it, y/n” he said quickly getting up and walking off with a visible smirk on his face. You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion, knowing damn well he did not just say your name. You werent exactly sure if your mind was playing tricks on you or if he really said what you think he had said. You got up quickly, still in shock but hoping that it was really your mind playing tricks on you. Hesitantly you continued to shop, even though there was a little voice in your head telling you to get the hell out of that store.

Bucky POV

FUCK she’s so beautiful, he thought to himself. The way you stared at him, it was clear you wanted him the way he wanted you. This was the moment that he had been waiting for ever since he laid eyes on you. He had never been this close to you, it was like a dream come true. You smelled like candy, your beautiful e/c eyes meeting his. Just how he had imagined but better. The way you apologized made him hard. Just think of how submissive my y/n will be to me mmmm I’m going to devour her in every way possible he thought to himself, smirking.

Bucky ran into you at a coffee shop near your house. It was love at first sight for him. He watched you interact with your friends, smile, laugh, and it was like a match made in heaven for him. He knew he needed you to smile for him, laugh for him, and live for him. He followed you home that night. Making sure you wanted to be safe, of course. But his monthly visits turned to weekly and then turned to daily. He eventually managed to get into your home. You left a space key under your mat, and he felt so happy yet disappointed that you would endanger yourself like that. “When we live together, I’ll make sure you don’t make silly mistakes like this” he said to himself as he got into your home.

He went through your house just browsing, seeing if anything interesting caught his eye. He then made it into your room and continued to look through your things. He found your panties next to your bed and quickly grabbed them and put him in his picked for him to enjoy later. He also took some pictures of you, to also enjoy later.

You were his new routine and he enjoyed every second of it. As time went on he would keep tabs on you, absolutely hating it when you went on dates. He was consumed with jealousy and couldn’t believe anyone would dare lay a finger on you. He knew that this would not fly and he had to make sure to get rid of any roadblocks that got in his way. Bucky murdered them and everytime he did he felt relieved, almost happy knowing that he was that much closer to you.

After his encounter with you, Bucky walked off into the parking lot, one car over from yours, slipping into the drivers seat. His mind started to go wild. He needed you so badly. He wished he could have taken you right then and there. How he wished he could be inside you, your soft moans begging him to make you feel good. His cock soon started to throb at the thought of you. He leaned back in his seat taking a pair of your panties out from his pocket. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, moaning as he exhaled. “Fuck Y/n...you make me so horny...I’m going to fuck the shit out of you when you’re here baby just you wait”.

Wasnt long before he pulled out his dick, stroking it hard. His hips bucking into his hand wishing it was your pussy. He started to think about how beautiful your pretty mouth would be around his dick, how good your tongue would feel swiveling around his tip. Just as he was about to cum, he stopped. He growled and threw his head back lowly moaning your name. “Fuck...I cant take this anymore. I need her” He quickly tucked himself back in and relaxed.

All you could think about was how that guy knew your name. It kept replaying in your head and it didn’t make sense. You headed to your car and started to load everything in. “Hello my Y/n” you heard someone say in a low deep voice. You quickly turned around, your heart starting to beat a little faster. “Umm. Do I know you?” You asked. Bucky sighed and started to walk towards you. “Not yet doll but you will” a smirk on his face once again. You backed up as he took steps forward. “Don’t come any closer, or I’m calling the police”.

Bucky pressed himself against your body, his hands snaking their way to your hips. His face now pressed against your neck. “No you wont Princess, I know you like this. I can tell by the way that you’re breathing that you want me to keep going” his low voice going straight to your core. “N-no please...stop I ..” you tried pushing him off but you started to feel so weak. You had not noticed that Bucky had used something to drug you. All you felt was your body going limp and you falling into his arms.

Bucky smiled as you fell into him, placing a soft kiss on your temple. He noticed that someone was coming over so he quickly pressed your body to your car, and grabbed your face, kissing you. The person walking, walked a little faster as they were feeling a little awkward. Perfect he thought to himself. He placed you into the back to his car, resting your head to a pillow he had just bought and covering you with his sweater. He quickly drove off, leaving all your things by your car.

Your eyes opened, your head pounding. Wherever you were it was dark but comfortable. You groaned as you started to fully wake up, slowly sitting up. Your left hand felt heavy, you tried pulling it and you heard a chain. You yanked your hand hard again, making a loud sound. Bucky heard the noise coming from your guy’s room and he smiled and quickly got up making his way to you.

“Baby you’re awake now” Bucky excitedly said

“What’s going on..why are you doing this to me, where am I?”

“You’re home doll, with me”

“But I don’t know you” you cried softly

“My name is James Buchanan Barnes, but you can call me Bucky. I’ve been looking after you for a while now and it’s been a pleasure but I'm so glad that I finally have you all to myself, just how it was always meant to be”

He started to get on the bed climbing towards you. You backed up as he came towards you, your back was now against the wall, pinning yourself between the cold wall and his broad body. His hand going to the back of your neck, bringing you close to him, your lips almost touching his.

“I’ve waited a life time for this, to have you here with me. You make me crazy and I would sacrifice the world for you. Now that you’re all mine, I won’t ever loose you” he closed the gap between you two, his lips desperately locking into yours. Kissing you passionately, he was hungry and desperate. You turned your head to the side, breaking the kiss.

“This isn’t the way Bucky, this isn’t right. You need to let me go” you begged. Bucky smiled and looked down moving back away from you. It made you feel relieved that he was not too mad due to your actions. He slowly got up from the bed and went over to his dresser, rummaging through some things.

“Bucky...maybe we are in different paths right now, maybe in the future we will be together but now right now, not like this...please Bucky listen to me”, hoping that he would have a little sympathy, you used his name to make it more personal.

“You know , y/n...just because you say we are on different paths doesn’t mean it’s true” he grabbed something and started to walk towards you again. This time his metal arm reached out to pull you by your leg to the edge of the bed, giving you whiplash. He quickly climbed on top of you, pinning your arms above your head with his metal arm and pulling out a syringe with his other hand.

You quickly started to wiggle around trying to get him off you. Shaking your head, “no no please stop no”. Buckys eyes had a hint of madness to them, dark and disturbing. “Don’t worry these don’t hurt, it will make you feel better I promise”. He quickly injected it to you and you soon started to feel get hot, with a tingling sensation “This will loosen you up a bit, it’ll make you relax so that we can enjoy eachother baby”

His lips made their way onto your neck, kissing and licking you all over. Your heart started to race, your eyes closing, soft moans escaping your lips, “n-no..” Bucky grunted as his erection started to press against your clothed pussy. His hips bucking forward, dry humping you. He lowered down to your ear, whispering, “ cant you see what you do to me. You’re so sexy and sensual you’re almost making me cum in my pants with your adorable moans, my love. As much as love to hear you right now, I want you to moan and scream my name y/n...begging me to fuck you harder”

All his words, combined with his dry humping made you soaking wet. As much as you hated this you couldn’t help but moan louder. His cock pressing against you was not enough and you needed more. You tried your hardest to resist, “G-get a..way f-from me..” you managed to choke out, trying to not moan anymore and trying to push him off with your body. Suddenly Bucky got angry. Hating how you were fighting him. He tore off your thin leggings in a fast single motion, revealing your soaked panties. He took out his knife and pressed it against you, earning a frantic gasp but you stopped moving. “Stop fighting me doll, for your own good because I swear I will fucking destroy you. I’ve waited too long for this, don’t push me because you won’t like the way I punish you.But......if you behave I’ll make sure to take care of you..real good care darling” he said as his knife traced your body. He grabbed your shirt roughly and ripped it off, slicing your bra open as well.

His mouth watered at the sight of your delicious breasts, making his cock twitch with excitement. His knife trailed down to your panties, making you whimper. “You’re so delicious kitten, I’m going to fuck you so hard. I cant wait till my cock is right in here” he motioned and tapped your clit with his knife. He roughly grabbed them and ripped them open instantly. He threw his knife to the side and quickly started to rub your clit making your back arch with your eyes closed. Your moans now filling up the room. Bucky smiled and took one of your nipples into his mouth, making you quiver and move your hips down into his hand. “Mmm, I knew you wanted this..wanted me...only me” he growled against your chest. “F-fuck Bucky...keep going please”. You hated yourself for saying that but you couldn’t help it, you were in pure ecstasy.

Just as you were about to reach your orgasm, he removed himself from you. Making you whine and buck your hips up, wanting and needing his touch once again. “Don’t worry kitten, I’m not done with you yet”. He quickly undressed and positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing his tip on your clit, making you mewl. “Tell me what you want doll...tell me what you want from me” he coaxed. You didn’t answer, as you were too embarrassed to say anything. His metal hand went to your neck, squeezing it hard. “Tell me y/n..tell me what you want NOW” he yelled, releasing his grip from your throat.

“Fuck me Bucky...please” you finally said. “I don’t think I heard you doll, say it loud and clear”. “FUCK ME BUCKY PLEASE I NEED YOU...PLEASE”. You finally broke. You needed him now, there was nothing in the world you wanted more than to have his cock inside of you, his lips on your skin and his hands all over you. You were finally filled with his big cock slipping in and out of your wet pussy. His hands on your neck, choking you but not too hard like before. His hips snapping in and out of you making your body shake.

“Such an obedient slut, MY obedient slut. I’m going to break you and bend you to my will. Making you all mine. I’ll make you crave my touch, my attention, my voice. You’re going to live only for me, doll. Only for me” he growled as he pounded into you, rubbing your clit making you loose it. He then started to feel you reach your end, making him moan, “cum on my dick baby...cum for me. Let go” he cooed as he angled himself to reach into you deeper. That’s when you felt your orgasm hit you, your body started to shake, waves of pleasure surging through your body. “Mmm Buckyyyy” you moaned. Making him loose it as well, he coated your insides in his thick warm cum. Pumping himself in and out slowly. Gasping for air.

Fuck he was such a God, he made you want more of him. It was the first night and you were already going crazy for his touch. You wanted him to keep going keep doing you however he wanted, but most importantly to keep pleasuring you. Bucky finally pulled out and laid next to you, looking at your beautiful face. He brought his lips to yours and gave you a soft kiss. “The drug hasn’t worn off baby, don’t think this is over. We’re going until we cant no more, doll.” He said against your lips, flipping you over for round two.

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kpop-dungeon-dark · 3 years ago

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Sinners. (Stalker!San x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Semi Non-Con, sadism, masochism, fear kink, hair play, head shaving, complete submission, humiliation, degradation, anal, camera play, piercing, denial, chastity, Psycho!San, twisted and dark fucked up shit. Read at your own risk. You've been warned. This isn't for everyone. It is purely fiction and doesn't reflect any individual's behavior nor does it encourage it.

It was early in the morning and she was about to go to college in an hour. But instead of running around having breakfast, getting ready and making sure she had her assignments ready, Y/n was standing in front of her mirror, eyes closed as she touched her pussy and touched an electric razor to her head, imagining what it'd feel like if it was on and an imaginary 'Master' was forcefully shearing her. Like a sheep. "Ahh... Master… please..." The girl let a whimper fall from her lips, having no idea that the curtains of her room were open and someone could watch her through the window.

"Fuck…" The man standing outside, behind the PCO booth on the sidewalk outside Y/n's apartment complex whispered to himself, feeling his jeans tighten. Taking a picture of the girl before switching it to video mode, planning to send her the photo later. It had been a while now. Maybe a bit more than a while. He was ready and sure now, unable to wait anymore.

San had to have Y/n now.

He had to claim her rightfully his. Or, he felt like he'd lose his mind now. Just watching the pretty girl wasn't enough anymore. He wanted to touch her, feel her, tell her, that he knew… He knew that she wasn't as innocent as she made herself look in front of the people that knew her. That she was actually a hormonal little dirty girl. And whilst nobody knew that nasty side of her, he did. The thought made the man feel powerful. In control. Like he had a claim over Y/n.

There was no way in hell that she wasn't made for him.

Y/n got done with masturbating and packed up before going to college, having no idea that she had a stalker. The girl spent her usual regular day at college, having no idea of the storm that was coming.

San knew Y/n were in class and that’s exactly when he wanted to send her the photo he took. A sick smirk made its way on his face and he took his phone out, sending it with the caption, 'having fun there?' He knew where she sat, a lone desk by one of the windows in this classroom, the spot he was standing in providing him a clear view of her face. Yes. The man had all the information he could gather about her memorized by heart.

Y/n was drifting off when she suddenly felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, peeking at the Professor sneakily, the girl took it out and unlocked it only to choke on her breath before starting to cough, making some heads turn which caused her to put the device in her hand away to prevent it getting seized. Her blood ran cold and skin paled.

What the fuck just happened?!

San patiently waited for the female to exit her college, her being earlier than the usual time today, however. The man grinned deviously as he texted her again once she passed by him in a hurry, his taller figure getting up to follow her.

'Will you give that show again? Would you like someone to shave your hair off? That’s what gets you off right?' It shamelessly read, making her tremble.

Y/n started to rush towards her house as she didn't live too far away from her college, not having to use any vehicle because it was barely a 10 minute walk as she nervously glanced around. She was quite twisted herself. And so, a dark part of her mind thought... things, making her start to shudder as tears welled up in self hatred. She hated the soft pounds in her southern region, overpowering the thump of her heart ringing in her ears as she reached the building and rushed in.

'What's the rush for, Princess? Are you so eager to touch yourself again? Tsk. Are you horny? Knowing someone is watching you?' San was absolutely sick in the head. Chuckling at his own text, he bit his lip and hit send.

Y/n was shaking as she read the message. Yes. In her fantasies this was… thrilling, exciting, pussy throbbing and she'd like to play like this with her top but… a legit stalker? She wasn't THAT fucked. Or so the girl belived, at least. Rushing to the curtains after locking the front door, the girl drew them while trying to catch someone's glance outside but no luck.

San had mastered the art of hiding as he watched her. It wasn't like this was new or anything.

Y/n felt hopeless. She couldn't even call the cops! What would the girl show them as evidence?! She didn't want to tell or show them this! Her filthiest desire.

The 21 year old was having a mental breakdown! All her savings were in this college. She could not run away, didn't have any friends because Y/n was a foreigner and the people of this country were rather hostile to any outsiders. Couldn't go back home because she had run away from there, which was a hell in itself, when she had received her acceptance letter.

'Aww come on now!' Her phone pinged again, and then again. 'You can’t keep the fun all to yourself!'

The realisation felt like a bucket of ice cold water everytime she was reminded of it. The person had seen her masturbating and that to the fucking… razor! They knew her fantasies and at that the darkest ones! She couldn't even text them back asking him who it was! The girl was simply too embarrassed to! What if it were someone she knew in her college or around the apartment complex!

It was a dark day and it started raining. Y/n felt tears streaming down her face as her heart beat never slowed down, more terror filling her as everything outside got dark and thunder struck.

Maybe she should call the cops... No one else would help a foreigner… She just knew it. Nobody liked college students especially that lived alone because they were 'reckless' and often lied to get a good laugh out of the elders with their friends. So no one really opened their door for a student they didn't know personally.

But what would she tell the cops?! They ask for evidence!

Meanwhile, San stood on the spot he had found. Even if it was literally the end of the world, he'd still be there. Always. She was his and he had to have her all to himself. There was no other way. The man wasn't exactly sure how he'd do it but he’ll find a way.

Y/n called the cops at last when she started suspecting someone's presence outside her apartment. Or window… she wasn't sure anymore. And the loud thunder outside didn't help her situation. Dialing the police the scared girl told them she was afraid someone was stalking her and needed an officer for security right now. i Telling them about the texts and deciding to leave the nasty parts out, she sighed in somewhat relief when they informed that they will send an officer on the way. The student grabbed a water from the fridge and sat on the couch, taking huge gulps while trying to calm down.

Finally.

It only took some minutes before there was a knock on the door. A nervous Y/n looked through the peep hole to only cry out in relief when she saw the uniform through it. "Oh! Thank God, officer! Thank you so much! You're here!" She was overjoyed. "Thank you! I- I am so scared!" A weak sob left her. "Please come in!"

The officer looked around the house, nodding. "I need you to calm down, miss. Tell me everything. We are here with you." His tone was professional. His name plate read 'Park Seonghwa'.

"I- I have a stalker! I don't know how!" Y/n quickly locked the door after he stepped in. "Not many people like me because I am a foreigner! I don't know if it's someone from college troubling me o- on purpose or what... B- But they've been sending me some really p- personal stuff..." She looked up at him innocently, scared.

The dark haired man hummed and nodded. "Do you maybe know the number? Have you noticed any suspicious activity around you before? Is there someone who has a motive to do this?"

"N- No... I got the first text today... I- I am really scared... I've got no one here... W- What do I do?" She told him all of it, hoping that the culprit he caught as soon as possible so she could go back to her life where she was a nobody. No one knew her and she was just another face among many others..

"Alright. We’ll keep a close eye on you. Within this period, try not to hang out too much, yeah? It is best to come directly home after college. And call us on this number if you suspect anything." He wrote a number on a paper and handed it to the shaky girl.

"Oh... Alright officer... thank you..." She saved the number gladly. And since he was supposed to stay with her to ensure the girl's safety, they sat down and Y/n awkwardly turned the TV on. Oh she never had a guy in her apartment before.

After getting used to the feeling of safety, Y/n got up after a while, finally having calmed down as she felt hungry. Cooking some dinner for two people, she went and handed the officer one of the two plates. "You've been here since evening... Please eat." She politely smiled, softly blushing from the embarrassment. The girl was too soft, continuously thanking him like it wasn't his job.

"You're a true hero..." She giggled and sat on the other couch, totally not thinking about how handsome he was. Before a sigh left her as she was reminded of the situation. "Officer... What will happen to my stalker when you catch him...?" He knew her darkest secrets. "I am really afraid... They mentioned some... things... very private... things..." The girl finally confessed.

“Mind telling me those things, miss? It will help us with his punishment. The more detail, the better” he placed his plate down, grabbing his pen and notepad.

"O- Officer... I uh..." Y/n gulped. "I- I can't..." She felt ashamed

“Why not? We should know so we can sentence him longer in the court. This is not okay. And you’re a foreigner. So it may also come under bullying.” His tone was soft and assuring as he looked at her, concerned.

It took the student a bit of persuasion before she spoke, hanging her head low and fingers fidgeting in her lap. "I... I was being naughty with myself... A- And they took p- pictures from my window... A- And taunted me about my... p- preferences, s- sir..." She put her own plate on the table now.

The man only hummed, nodding in an understanding manner. “That’s such a disgusting thing for him to do…” Before the man continued. “You shouldn’t do those nasty things while your windows are open either, Miss… You never know who will be watching.”

Y/n was blushing hard as her cheeks felt extremely hot. "I am sorry, s- sir... I won't do it again..." She couldn’t help but reply obediently. Her sub side sometimes got the best of her.

Besides… The officer was so handsome... It wasn’t helping her situation here.

A few hours later when it was bedtime and Y/n went to sleep in her room after taking care of her assignments and on the work she missed at school today, the officer got comfy on the couch. He was going to be here until tomorrow morning. Unless something happened. The girl was so tired she fell asleep easily, feeling protected and warm despite the terrible weather outside.

It was really late at night when Y/n woke up to a phone call.. "Hello?" It was the police, informing her that the officer that had been sent to her house had a bad ‘accident’ on the way and whether she still needed an officer.

The girl’s eyebrows at first in confusion before it sunk in and her blood ran cold as the phone fell from her shaking hands. At the same time she felt someone next to her. On the fucking bed. Pure terror filled her and she slowly turned to look at the relaxed figure dressed in the uniform. A shaky cry left her as she started trembling, literally mortified.

“Tsk... The stupid cops ruined the fun.” His voice was nowhere near that gentle and warm comforting voice now. Instead a low and deep hiss filled with nothing but mock.

San's eyebrows were frowned when he saw the cop car pulling up. "Oh no... you did not, Princess." The male smirked and shook his head slowly as he noted that it was only one officer. Moving through the shadows, he pulled out his blade from the pocket of his pants, expertly swirling it around in his hand and toying with it like he usually did. "Now, let’s see why do you need the officer, babygirl" his voice was barley a whisper as he made his way over to the car.

San was always so slick with his movements, catching the non-existent sounds of his figure were barely audible to the human ear. Before the officer could even realise there was someone around, the male had banged his head against one of the entrance walls of the low rent cheap apartment building, dragging him into the darkness with him before stealing his clothes and then dumping his body in the river along his car.

It didn't even take him long. He was fast, accurate in his calculations and confident in his abilities. "Now, to my Princess' rescue" chuckling to himself as he climbed the stairs, pinning the nameplate reading 'Park Seonghwa' on his breast pocket before ringing the bell to her apartment.

"The real fun is only starting" San sang as he pinned her down on the bed, holding her wrists tight above her head. "You have no idea how many nights I've watched you touch that bitchy cunt of yours." His hard bulge rubbed against her thigh.

An astonished Y/n was trembling, warm piss suddenly starting to leak out of her in pure terror as her heart threatened to burst out of the skin of her chest. Oh no! Is that what she thought this was?! It took her brain a few moments to understand it as the realisation sunk in like a ton of bricks. "Y- You... You're... You..." She could only whisper, eyes widened to the shape of saucers as an evil grin made its way on his features.

As San felt the bed getting warm, he started laughing at the girl condescendingly. "Look at you! Pissing yourself like a baby! How pathetic and disgusting! Did you really think anyone would help you, tsk?" He loved how she was shaking, the glow of her skin caused by the little droplets of sweat, her heartbeat that he could literally feel and the terror in her eyes.

Y/n started crying, the piss not stopping as it pooled inside her thighs. "Y- You're... You're the... stalker…" She whispered, still in disbelief as to how he managed that. "H- How did... How did you..." Oh God. Oh no.

The storm outside was so loud that screaming for help would just be in vain. It was so late no one would even be up...

"Baby, just like you said… I’m the stalker… I know everything about you…" His tone was sensual as he started kissing up the soft skin of her neck, moaning from how soft and delicate it felt. "Fuck! Your skin is even softer than i- it looks…" San felt himself twitch.

The girl was trembling as she slowly put it all together, staring at the ceiling as a feeling of despair and hopelessness filled her. "Y- You were p- pretending a- all this time! You're not the officer!" Adrenaline filled her as she kneed his cock, swiftly turning on her stomach and crawling off the bed before rushing out of the room. Nobody could hear the commotion. It was too loud outside.

"FUCK! YOU BITCH!" San yelled before laughing loudly. He loved this. Finally something enjoyable in his once lone and bland life. Holding his crotch, the male after her to catch the girl before she got away, catching her easily. "Where do you think you’re going?!" A smack landed on her face as punishment for what she did.

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO! Y- YOU CREEPY BASTARD!" Oh she would be getting a lot of beating for this! "H- HOW DARE YOU STALK ME A- AND THEN ENTER MY HOUSE! ILL R- REPORT YOU!" As she reached out to my table to hit him with something, her hand so conveniently ended up grabbing the razor and swung it back, going to hit him with it on the head.

San laughed tauntingly and caught her arm before she could hit him and shook his head, sighing. "Now now, isn’t this the razor you were holding when you played with that tiny little cunt of yours?" The shiny object dangled in his hand.

"P- PLEASE!" She remembered the text he'd sent her. "PLEASE! I- I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT DON'T DO THIS! PLEASE! I BEG YOU!" Y/n had no idea what to say.

"Aww sweetie…" His words were soft. Almost. "Keep your begs for the time when I'll be pounding that dirty little pussy of yours." San held her hands above her head. "You like to be owned, huh? You like to serve your Master and show everyone how much of an obedient little whore you are?"

Y/n was crying harder now, afraid because she didn't know what was going to happen. "N- No! Please no! It's not true! P- Please just let me go! I- I don't want to!" Oh but she had a being kidnapped and raped fantasy. She loved the thought of someone dangerous, like San, terrifying her and fucking her, making her into his cockwhore. And he knew it. She wanted it all. The girl loved the fear and force. But all of it actually happening was something she'd never thought of. "Please! Let me go!" How could it? A whole fantasy becoming true?

"Oh please, my little slut! Let’s not fool ourselves here. I know you love the thrill of this, I know you LOVE getting used like a worthless little toy and I will give you what you want. You can try to resist me all you want but you’ll never get away from me. You're mine. I'll always catch you. You're mine and belong with me." Her eyes were on the razor as she kept thinking about the text he'd sent.

Y/n tried to reach out of his iron strong hold and snatch the razor from him. "Nu-uh…" San sang out as he held the object above him. "What if I shaved your head while I’m destroying that slutty pussy, huh? Would you like that you little whore?"

"No! NO! NO PLEASE!" Oh… But she felt wetness trickling down her leg. Oh no.

"My my!" The man chuckled darkly. "What’s this?" He swiped a finger up her bare thigh. "God, you’re such a pathetic whore, trying to fool yourself by saying no but I know you’re enjoying this. How stupid and dumb. Stupid slut!" His free hand smacked her face before grabbing her hands again.

"N- No! No! Please stop! This i- isn't what it looks like!" Before she somehow broke free again, this time biting his hand before she managed to reach the door, trying to unlock it but her hands were sweaty and cold, fingers literally frozen as she struggled to open the locks, cursing when they kept slipping against the metal.

San pushed Y/n up against the door with the most force he could come up with and pounced himself on her, letting his hard cock feel up her ass. "Don’t fight it anymore." And with that, he pulled her pj shorts down and turned her around before spreading her legs and pushed her up against the door, unclothing his cock and aligning his tip against her vagina before forcefully thrusting into her without warning before moaning loudly, throwing his head back. "God! Such a tight little nasty cunt!" San moaned and kissed along her neck, feeling like he'd go crazy from how delicate and nice her skin tasted.

The girl moaned loudly in pain, a warm stream of blood trickling down the man's monster cock. "O- Oh my God!" A sick part of her wondered if he would also shave her head and face... "I- IT BURNS!" A scream tumbled out of her lips.

"Oh… You were a virgin? Such a nasty little thing. Everyone thinks you’re an innocent little girl but in reality, you’re just a needy little bitch! Needy for cock! All the time!" He picked her up and carried the girl back to her room while still keeping his cock in her before plugging the razor in. "Come here!"

Oh yes. Oh no! Oh… She was having a battle with herself. Did she want this or did she not want this?! "PLEASE... S- SIR..." Please yes or please no...? She didn't even know what was happening anymore. This was fucking crazy. Her stalker who had done God knows what to the cop and had entered her house after watching her for who knew how long. The stalker that had a private photo of her and she didn't even know how many other materials. And now was on top of her like this...

"Please what, babydoll?" San pulled her in and kissed the soft trembling lips roughly, loving how good she tasted and felt.

Y/n cried against his lips, the man's huge cock still in her wet and tight walls. "I- I am scared! P- People will laugh!" Was that the only thing she cared about?

"So you want me to, but scared people will laugh?" San smirked while pushing his hips back and forth, moaning with each thrust. "Let them laugh, that will turn you on even more because you love getting humiliated. I know you too well, baby.”

Y/n had faced such rejection and hostility her whole life from different people she had trusted with her safety from time to time… this was driving her crazy. Her messy emotions got the best of her at the end of it. Her breaths were heavy. "Y- You're right... You know me so well..." She started speaking his language. "Y- You want me? O- Or you'll leave me too?" This was wrong; sick.

“No. I am staying by your side and you’re staying by me. I’ve wanted you for so long... you have no idea.” He groaned at how good she felt, biting back the whimpers threatening to fall out of his lips from the pleasure. “You have no idea just how many nights I have jerked off thinking it was your tiny little pussy, hugging my cock as you moaned and begged me for more, slut.”

The girl blushed, feeling like she was dreaming. This felt perfect… at least to her troubled mind. "You're crazy... You're scary... You made me piss myself out of pure…” She whispered slowly, a small smile making its way on her lips. “...P- Please own me... P- Please shave me... my head and face... make me look like a dumb slut... s- sir... Your dumb slut..." Her shaky hand turned the razor on for him, pussy suddenly clenching around him as she finally acknowledged the pleasure it was receiving, a soft moan escaping her.

“Mmm... that’s my good slut” San hummed and praised, taking the now on machine and placing it against her hairline before running it down the top of her head, both of them moaning, Y/n from the feeling and San from the sight of the sight of now small bristles between her locks as his hips pushed in and out even faster.

The man now shaved off another strip from the spot besides the previously shaved one, humming as he remembered something and took the machine to her eyebrows first and pressed it against the skin, feeling himself hit her g-spot as her eyes rolled to the top of her head, mouth falling open as the male erased the hair above her eyes.

"Yes, s- sir! Please make me your good slut! I- I love you! I'll never leave you! Please never leave me, Master!" She started crying out of joy, kissing his hands as her unstable emotions made her feel absolute joy. He had accepted her as she truly was. In her darkest form. “Please write funny things o- on my skinhead when you’re done. I am a dumb whore!” To her, there wasn’t a man more great than him.

“Fuck yes… That you are.” San grunted as he started to shear the rest of her long locks like one would to a sheep. “You are my dumb little slut who will do nothing but serve her Master from now on!” His free hand landed a smack on her head which was showing up more and more, nothing but thin stubble covering the skin.

"Yes I will, Master! Please! Please treat me like trash!" Y/n clenched around him, near to cumming. “Trash that was born to take your cock! You're so good to me! I wish you'd snuck in my house this morning and raped me right there! I wish you'd have shaved my head and forced me to go to college like that! It would have been a pleasure to be humiliated like that and by you!” She was literally crying out of pleasure

“Oh..” The man chuckled while panting. “I will force you to go like this baby, don’t worry.” He promised as he snapped his hips even faster, feeling himself getting close from the sight and all her filthy confessions. “And I will wake you up by fucking you every morning, making you a mess and sending you off to college like that.” It was done, the only hair on the girl’s head slight messy stubble that he’d remove with a hand razor later to reveal the skin underneath.

"Yes, please! Please always only force me and rape me! Please keep me bald! Keep me at your feet! Please feed me your piss and cum! I want to be your hand and footrest! I want to be an object for you to fuck! A bitch for you to breed! Your little animal! I JUST WANT TO BE YOURS! I WANT TO BE THE DIRT UNDER YOUR FEET!" She was sobbing as she started cumming hard, her tiny body spasming in pleasure while holding one of San's hands because it was her first time cumming from sex.

Y/n wrapped her arms around him from the intensity of it and kissed him while he played with her tits, pinching her nipples painfully as he kissed the girl back and let her ride out her high before pulling out. “On your knees!” San kept pumped himself until he came all over the girl’s pretty face and mouth. “That’s my good little cumdumpster.”

She smiled and started to kiss his cock and hands in respect, then his balls. Y/n really had truly submitted. "You're perfect, Master! Where have you been all my life?!" A pout made its way on her lips as she whined, hugging his leg and kissing it, not daring to go further up out of fear.

San was satisfied with her behavior. “I’m here now baby… And I am never leaving.” He kissed the younger one and slapped her ass lightly after helping her get up. “Lets get cleaned, doll.”

"Master, I wanna drink your piss." She shamelessly told him, not standing up, taking his cum off her face with her hand and greedily sucking at it. "A- And I wanna kiss your feet!" She was way too eager for this.

The man chuckled at her request. “You want to drink my piss? Then open up, my whore.” San held his cock over her mouth before putting pressure on his bladder, whimpering before the hot stream hit her lips.

Y/n was obediently on her knees drinking all of it after cringing at the taste a little, moaning happily. It was her first time drinking anyone's piss. She was in heaven. She finally had an owner! The girl made sure not one drop went to waste. "Thank you so much, Master! It is amazing!" The younger one stopped drinking and let his piss wet her face before starting to kiss his feet, fully in her subspace.

“You’re such an obedient little girl.” San praised, not being able to hold back the smile as he watched her, never having imagined her willingly being like this for him in such a short time period. But then again, he wasn’t surprised. “Good girl.” He cooed patting her head.

Y/n desperately kissed his hand and grabbed it, starting to cry. "M- Master... everyone leaves me... P- Please don't leave me... I- I'll die!" She almost promised him, nothing short of a maniac. Maybe she was even more twisted than San, in a way

“I’ll never leave you, you’re mine and everyone will know that.” Cupping her cheeks, he passionately kissed her, already making plans in his head about how he will modify all of her features as his perfect little pet.

The girl giggled, sucking at his lips greedily. "Master! Your piss was on my face!" She tried to get it off. "Give it back! Ish mine!" Huffing, she lapped at his piss like a needy little bitch.

San chuckled from her antics and swiped his fingers on the pretty face before holding them up against her lips. “Open up…” He let her suck on the piss covering his fingers. “Fuck... you’re so perfect for me.”

Holding his arm like a child, Y/n started sucking on his fingers greedily, smiling. "Thank you, Master!" Before she made his fingers hit the back of her throat, making herself gag and loving it all. "Mashter Mashter! Whatsh your name?" The girl questioned while deep throating his fingers.

“It’s San, baby.” The man replied with a smile, watching her choke on his fingers, her warm drool trickling down his long fingers.

"Shan! Ish sho pretty! I am Y/n!" Letting go of his hand, she hugged him which was returned with a chuckle.

“I know, babygirl.”

"M- Mashter... I- I dunno why b- but... I- I shaw a video too a- and I want you to s- shove my shaved hair u- up my assh and i- in my mouth... a- and take picturesh... Hehe I am sho naughty!" His eyebrows raised as she hid in his chest, a smirk forming on his lips.

San patted her messily shaved head. “Yes. You are, baby. You’re fucking naughty but okay. Daddy is here to help his little girl with all her little disgusting whore fantasies.”

"Y- You wanna?" Before she chirped again. "Mashter I want to be owned like an object a-nd like an animal! I wanna be like a p- piggy! A- And I want you to b- beat me and whip me e- everywhere a- and I wanna be bruished! A- And I want to be raped all the time!" She was too fucking sick and twisted but now that she wasn’t afraid of being judged, she was letting all that was locked deep down out.

“If that’s what you want, then I’ll treat you like one, baby.” San said before chuckling to himself, still in disbelief of just how fucked up she really was.

"A- And I want you to fuck my bummie and not let me cum for monthsh! I wanna be forshed to wear chashtity! I want you to make me cry and beg but you don't give in and only torture me more!" She told him. "Pleashe alwaysh shlap me and my head!"

“Fuck... you’re so naughty baby… I love it.” San almost moaned from the sight before getting a chunk of her shaved hair and shoved it in her mouth before getting his phone and taking pics of her all stuffed and messily bald like that.

The twisted girl smiled in the pictures and eagerly nodded, turning her fat ass in front of him now. "Please put hair in assh too!" She struggled to speak, smiling and posing for all of the pictures.

San actually wanted to take a video of him shoving hair up her ass and so that was what he simply did, laughing. “Look at this disgusting little dumb cock whore! So slutty and needy! Loving to be humiliated and looked like a dumb fucktoy by her owner!” He spat on her.

"Yesh I am! Yesh I am!" Y/n spoke with difficulty, showing her stuffed face and head too, arching her back, imagining herself a beauty goddess of her own kind. "My lobely mashter shaved me! And ish gonna treat me like hish trash and look! I habe hair up my assh! And in my fashe! I've got no eyebrowsh!"

“My good little slave… All mine… So submissive” San praised, kicking her ass in the camera and chuckling at her squeak, watching her clench the hair up when her pucker winked. “You’re really loving this, aren’t you?” Lifting her face, he spat on her forehead.

"I ammmm~" she whined, face red before starting to try to rub her cunt against the floor.

“Look at her trying to desperately rub her slutty cunts on the floor…” He filmed it all. Fuck. He loved seeing Y/n all dirty and submissive for him.

Drool was dripping down her chin and boobs. "Yesh Mashter! O- Onwy fow yoooouuu~" a needy whimper left her.

“Mmm... yes, only for me” San spoke and slapped her hard which the girl loved, getting even more wet and kissing his hands. "I- I... cum pleashe..." She whimpered again, loving the control she was in.

“No... get up.” San warned sternly. “You’re not allowed to cum, you’re never allowed to cum.”

"B- But... M- Mashter..." The girl pouted and whined, having forgotten that she was the one that told him that she wanted him to never let her cum and torture her like that.

“Are you talking back to your Master?” Raising an eyebrow, he gripped her chin before slapping her, making sure it was all being recorded so he could fuck her to it later.

Her pussy tingled. “N- No! No Mashtew owwiieee…” The hair in her ass and mouth tickled humiliatingly.

"That’s what I thought" San husked and threw the phone on the bed before pushing her on the carpet again. "Tell me when you’re close."

"M- Mashtewwww" Y/n started crying like a little baby, shaking and dropping the hair from her mouth because it was getting hard to breathe.

"Did I say you could drop the hair?!" The man growled darkly before pushing the hair back in. "Breathe through your nose, dumb slut!"

The girl let out a cry, trembling and sobbing as she nodded. He was rough. It was making her cry. But she also loved it and felt wet. "Yesh!" She loved being at Master's mercy.

"Good girl." He said pushing her down on the carpet more. "Rub yourself nice and hard slut." Y/n started rubbing herself as he ordered, feeling the carpet burn against her pussy but she couldn't help but love it, biting her bottom lip through her stuffed mouth. Oh… She loved it so much. The girl wanted it to bleed almost… Reaching out to hold his hand, the girl spoke. "You're sho perfect... I wish I'd m- met you when I wash l- little..."

"I wish that too baby, fuck... I’d fuck you every night while your parents were peacefully sleeping in the next room…"

"Y- You'd fuck me when I wash a little baby?" This was fucking revolting and twisted. They were both utterly sick. Y/n kept moaning loudly and getting wetter, rubbing harder and harder. "Y- Your fat cock i- in my toothlessh mouth... AHHH... I wouldn't need miwk... You'd have fed me your Mashtew milk fwom youw cock..."

"Fuck yes!" He growled as he felt himself getting hard. "Yes baby… I'd feed you my cum every day. You'd have grown up getting your nutrients from it, eh?"

"Daddy... Daddy... You'd be my Daddy? But inshtead of miwk you'd feed me youw cum evewyday? Ish the besht miwk!" She was very close and her eyes fluttered shut when he started playing with her tits and pinched her nipples before pulling at them. "Then I'd say I grew up drinking Mashtew's cock miwk! Hehehe!" The girl was too far gone.

"God, yes! You’re such a filthy and sick whore!" San knew she were close so he pulled her up. "No cumming!" It made the girl whine loudly and she fell on her face.

"Mashtewwwwww!" Before she curled in his feet, calming down a little when he didn't give in and ripped her pussy away from the carpet. "M- Mashtew... p- pleashe may I wemove haiw now...?" It was getting stuck to her mouth.

"Yes. You may, my little cum rag." The male wanted to use her mouth and feed her his cum so he allowed.

Y/n dropped it and quickly cleaned her tongue and inside of the cheeks with her tiny hands. "Bleg... hehe~" she curled in his waist, rubbing her tiny head against his chest.

"Good girl~" he patted her head before pushing her back in position. "Now use that mouth good baby…" San pushed his cock down her narrow throat, loving how tight and warm she was, making her gag from the rush of it in an instant.

The girl gagged but enjoyed it, loving it all. She quickly started sucking his cock, grazing her teeth against it and swirling her tongue. Y/n had watched all that porn for a reason. Kissing his balls, she sucked on them, whimpering from how his private hair tickled her nose.

"Fuck! look at you! Sucking on master’s cock like a starved bitch!" He slapped her again, feeling his shape against the skin of her cheeks. "You love it, don’t you?!"

"Yesh! Yesh! Yesh!" She hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head up and down his shaft, sucking and whining as San rubbed the top of his foot against her pussy, smacking her bald head before pushing his cock all the way down her throat, tightly clasping the back of her head.

The man groaned loudly as he twitched in the soft walls of her throat, washing her throat with his hot semen before cleaning her up and finally shaving her head fully until there was nothing but glossy skin left before they went to bed.

"I have shchool tomorrow... Mashter do you go to shchool?" Y/n yawned as she snuggled into San's built chest, whimpering and smiling whenever the realisation of who he was hit her.

She loved being owned.

"No I don't. I will be right here when you come back, my pretty slut." San said while kissing her softly like he hadn't unleashed his sadistic likes on her.

"Why don't you go to school?" She suddenly pouted. "Then how will Mashter have a career?! You'll be poow! I dun wan poow Mashtew!" Y/n huffed brattily. She didn't really care about that, only wanting to see his response because she loved to piss off her top.

"You don’t really have a choice, sweetheart." The male gritted out. "You’re stuck with me forever. If I am living on the streets, you’re living with me."

She opened her mouth to brat but the bell rang. Rushing to the door, Y/n opened it to reveal a police officer. "Oh... hi..." The officer smiled a bit at her and asked the girl if she still needed an officer and why she had hung up when they called. "O- Oh no officer... I was just being paranoid... It wasn't anyone..." Y/n's cheeks blushed because she could see the officer was staring at her shiny bald head and eyebrows. Feeling herself getting wet as humiliation made her blush, Y/n found herself wondering what it'd feel like if he smacked her on her head. The girl's nipples got hard.

But oh... she couldn't cum!

"Okay then, be careful, Miss." He tipped her hat, nodding a little before walking off.

Y/n felt so wet. "Have a good night, officer!" A giggle left her as the man disappeared, starting to rub herself against the door up and down, running her hand against her head.

"Now, what was that?!" San deeply spoke, pushing the girl against the door, making her head hit against it embarrassingly. "Did you forget who alone can make you wet?!" The male yelled before slapping her. "You sick little exhibition loving whore! Not even you can do what you like to yourself! You're all mine! Only I can do whatever I please to your whore body!"

"Yes... You... You sir!" Y/n closed her eyes and held her hands above her head, lowering it for him to slap. "Please hit my head... Ugh... fuck me up... I want my head to be bruised... Ugh fuck! I am so wet... Please beat me!"

"What a disgusting little trash!" The man laughed, slapping her head this time. "You love people making fun of you, huh?"

"Yes I do! Yes I do!" She whined. "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE make fun of me! Humiliate me! Hit me and bruise me! Make fun of me! Humiliate and degrade me! I want my whole college to laugh at me!" A loud cry left her.

"Let’s get you bruised up, then." San decided and started slapping the girl's tiny head and face until it was all red and sore. Y/n was crying by the time he was done, literally sobbing as she just fell on her knees and knocked out of exhaustion, her owner carrying her to the bed and then laying next to her knocked out form.

"Good night, my love." The male kissed her soft and red cheek before falling asleep too, holding her fragile body close to his, his slumber calm and satisfying today after so long.

Y/n stirred as she felt her pussy being invaded the next morning, making her stir as she felt lips upon her own and fingers pinching her nipples as her other boob was being groaped, her pussy expanding and sucking in a huge cock. San's huge cock. "M- Master~!" She whispered out when her eyes flew open and she was met with San's face. "W- What… s- so early?!"

"I promised you I'd wake you by fucking you every morning, didn't I, my slut?" He grinned and attacked her lips, eliciting an excited gigglish moan out of her as he started to fuck her fast and rough, pushing his balls in all the way.

“Y- Yes! Yes! F- Fuck!” Her eyes rolled to the back of her head from the realisation that he had been fucking her in her sleep before she woke up, feeling him twitch inside her. “M- Master! I- I… c- cum…” Y/n tried to speak, her back arching from the pleasure of him biting on her nipples before smacking her bald head softly.

“Little breeding whores don’t get to cum, baby. They just take cock and let Master use them like the cum rags that they are.” San’s cock slammed in and out of her pussy, his hand gripping her neck for support when she clenched around him. “Fuck! So tight!”

Tears welled up in her eyes as her face got red from how rough his thrusts were, how much her clit was burning for stimulation, how much her ovaries hurt to cum. “Look at this hairless little whore! Unable to even breathe without my permission let alone cum!” He spat in her mouth before turning her around and pushing up her ass, chuckling when she whined out.

“Sorry, slut. Little whores don’t get what they want around here and only please Master as they are supposed to.” Grabbing a sharpie, San started writing on her head whilst choking her with one hand, pounding her harder and harder up her ass. “Hurry up and please your Master well so we can go to an important place before you go to school.”

‘I am a bald little nasty slut. Please hit my head. I love it.’ Was written on the back of her head as the man laughed, deciding to not tell her what he’d done just yet, waiting for her to find out later when the people on campus would be warming that cueball up.

Y/n was whimpering as San waved at her and she shakily walked inside her college with a bald head, wearing nothing inside her skirt as she sneakily pushed the slipping ass plug back inside her cum filled ass. Lowering her bald head now that she was outside and people were staring at her new look, the girl gulped and felt herself squeezing her legs when some girl giggled at her.

Fuck… She couldn’t help but bite her lip, loving the humiliation as her cheeks felt hot.

Master had gotten her pussy, septum and nipples pierced before walking her to college. He was going to buy a special leash for that that was going to be passed through all her piercings to ensure she was in his control at all times.

Her train of thoughts was broken when a smack landed on her head by a guy passing by before he chuckled at her shocked expression. Before the girl could question him, she received a text by San. A picture message. Of what was written on the back of her head.

Widening her eyes, Y/n gasped and her hand automatically grazed against her head. No wonder the piercing lady had lightly smacked it before Master and she had laughed at the girl. “N- No… you didn’t…” She whispered in shock before one of her ‘friends’ smacked her head, making it jerk forwards.

“Cute look, Y/n.” Before she walked off to class, the people passing by gave her looks and talked about her.

Fuck… She squeezed her thighs in utter humiliation as the wind blew, making her desperately try to keep her skirt down as wetness trickled down her thigh. The girl wasn’t allowed to touch herself and not cumming was one of the rules now upon Master’s order and her foolish confession. She had a whole day to last before getting home and begging him to let her earn it.

Her ass stuffed, body owned, everyone silently chuckling at her humiliating look and getting smacks to the head like that wasn’t going to help.

“Oh, Master…” She whined to herself in despair. “What have you done?”

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megan-is-mia · 4 years ago

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Hi! Is it okay if I request a poly Pomefiore nsfw oneshot with the prompt starter 103- “You’re so beautiful, chained up like that on my bed. I think I might just fuck you like this.”

Thank you!

(Hopefully, this will make you happy despite how late it is >_<) 103. “You’re so beautiful, chained up like that on my bed. I think I might just fuck you like this.” (Yandere! Pomefiore Dorm x Fem! S/o) (Warning NON-CON AND NSFW AHEAD)

(Y/n) had always been an early riser, ever since she was a child she’d been that way. Since coming to Night Raven College and being sorted into Pomefiore that had not changed. While others rolled out of bed and tamed their bedhead into a presentable coiffure before greeting the day, she’d spend the hour of the sun’s rising just basking in its splendor. Yet today was one of the few times she despised her early-rising nature. For by waking up she had returned to the horrifying nightmare that was her reality.

She was aware that she was considered a beauty, even among her fellow Pomefiore students where good-looks are almost a requirement to be in the dorm she was considered to be far above-average. Such good looks might have made another soul happy or greedy but not her, for paired with her fair features were a reclusive mind and timid heart that made that gift of beauty a curse. (Y/n)’s discomfort with dealing with people was half the reason she’d become an early bird as to avoid the conflict before it began. Yet how could she avoid conflict when the place she’d awoken would bring her nothing but conflict? How could (Y/n) hope to continue her life of trying to blend in when people were sure to ask questions at breakfast? Try as she might she couldn't think of a way to explain why she had slept in the dormhead’s bed instead of her own. Yes, that’s where dawn was greeting her. From the unfamiliar warmth and comfort of Vil Schoenheit’s bed as the male in question continued to sleep seemingly undisturbed by her distress. It shouldn’t have been possible for things to be worse, but somehow they were. For it wasn’t just the beautiful boy with his blonde hair that turned lavender at the ends that kept her company but two additional bodies that ensured she wouldn't move a muscle while they slept on. If (Y/n) turned her head she could see the vice-dormhead Rook Hunt snoring peacefully with his arm wrapped loosely around her waist, his breath ruffling her hair as he breathed in and out.

As for the third occupant nestled snugly in the bed… It took (Y/n) a few moments to recognize the first-year who’s taken the liberty of using her chest as a pillow in his sleep. In her defense, Epel Felmier was basically a stranger to her. The one time they’d spoken being when she’d tried to turn him down gently a few weeks back. After that awkward encounter where she’d had to tell him she wasn’t interested, she’d been making more of an effort to try and blend in with the masses. So why was she here? And why… did her lower body feel so numb? Her head throbbed when she tried to think about it and she let out a small groan of pain as she did so. The moment the sound left her lips, the arm around her waist tightened as Rook let out a yawn. She felt his mouth press against the nape of her neck to place a kiss before he buried his nose into her hair with a contented sigh. “Good morning (Y/n)” the green-eyed male purred softly, his voice still rough from sleep and made her shiver in disgust. (Y/n) imagined that if she were to speak her voice would sound even rougher than his. considering all the screaming she’d done the night before. Yes, despite the pounding headache she had, the memories of the night before were beginning to make their way back to her. How she’d felt unusually tired after dinner, how she’d woken up with her hands cuffed above her head. She’d called out desperately hoping that someone would hear her plea and come to her rescue. Oh her pleas were heard alright, heard by the very souls who’d put her in this situation. She did not remember what exactly they’d said to her in the moment. Yet one phrase from Vil came back to her loud and clear as when it had been first uttered. “You’re so beautiful, chained up like that on my bed. I think I might just fuck you like this” the blonde had growled out, his perfectly cultivated appearance and personality torn away to reveal a man utterly consumed by lovesickness. Epel would have been the first one on her had he not been held back by Rook who reminded him playfully to respect his elders. The first-year had retorted back that it wasn’t fair for him to have to wait when he’d been pining the hardest and been the only one formally rejected by (Y/n). Still, he’d acquiesced to the matter, standing with crossed arms as he watched Vil run his hands over the girl, muttering a mix of criticisms and compliments as he went lower and lower. The entire time the young woman’s only contributions had been pleas for them to stop, for them to let her go, for them to act like nothing had ever happened. All these requests had been met with callous laughter and condescending platitudes. After Vil had completed his overview of (Y/n) he gestured to the other two men to come join him on the bed. Now instead of one set of roaming hands on her body, there were three: pinching, squeezing, petting, and stroking. It was all so overwhelming; one moment she was struggling to keep her legs closed so her pants couldn't be removed, the next she was naked as a newborn babe with her legs thrown over Rook’s shoulders as he ate her out. When she tried to protest again, Vil’s lips were pressed against hers as he shoved his tongue down her throat. As for her bust… well it seemed Epel seemed to be quite interested in that part of her if the fact he was suckling greedily on one nipple while pinching the other between his fingers. Why it’s a wonder she was able to resist cumming for so long with all the stimuli she was being barraged with. So when she lost it, she lost it hard. Moaning into Vil’s mouth arching up into Epel’s touch, and drenching Rook’s face with her juices. Yet the man had kept going, tongue fucking her ever though she was already overstimulated to give the other two men a chance to undress and jerk themselves off to full-hardness. (Y/n) was on the cusp of a second orgasm when Rook pulled back and Vil took his spot between her legs. She’d whimpered when Vil had pressed his cock against her dripping entrance but hadn’t been able to stop him from sinking into her with a soft growl. Nor had (Y/n) been able to stop Epel from prying her mouth open so he could stuff her throat with his dick. A few moments later she felt something prodding at her already stretched-out cunt as Rook eased his cock in beside the other blonde’s with a low groan. She would have tried to protest this move, had she been able to speak that is. Wasting no time, all three men began fucking her with reckless abandon. Every nerve in her body seemed to be on fire, and her eyes rolled back in her skull as she was fucked senseless. And their stamina, dear lord their stamina. The three must have taken some kind of recovering potion ahead of time in order to keep going when she was nothing more than a limp noodle from overstimulation from her fourth orgasm in rapid suggestion. (Y/n) was already half-unconscious when they’d all finally had their fill of her. Epel forced her to swallow his load as Rook and Vil pulled out of her to watch their cum drip out of her well-fucked cunt with rapt attention. Eventually (Y/n)’s wrists were released from their bindings and kisses were pressed against the skin that had been rubbed raw from her struggles. Someone, she wasn’t sure who used a damp towel to clean her up before she was helped under the covers and felt arms wrap around her body as the three males got comfortable beside her. (Y/n) wanted to try and stay awake so she could have the chance to escape, but she was truly too weary for that and fell asleep after only a few minutes of laying there. Which then of course brought her back to the now of this morning. The now, where she had a blonde hunter speaking sweet-nothings into her ear as the first-year beside her pressed his face more insistently into her bosom and the dormhead slumbered on totally unaware of the situation at hand. She let out a deep sigh, slightly displacing Epel with the moment so he lifted his head from her chest with a sleepy expression. He stared at her with big, innocent-looking eyes. If this had been the first time she’d seen such a face (Y/n) might have been inclined to stroke his cheek and coo. However, she now knew too well what horrors hide under the pretty exterior. “Heya (Y/n)” he said his words slurred as he let his face fall back into place in her cleavage with a soft yawn. “Bonjour Monsieur Crabapple” Rook said, lifting his hand from (Y/n)’s waist in order to ruffle Epel’s hair affectionately, even as the younger boy let out a whine of protest at the gesture. If she hadn’t been scared out of her mind, the young woman might have tried to shush them so they wouldn’t wake Vil up yet. Everytime she closed her eyes she saw his depraved expression in her mind and she wasn’t sure she had the willpower to deal with that sight yet. Too bad that choice wasn’t up to her, as the male in question let out a yawn and stretched his arms over his head before turning his head her way with one beautiful violet eye open to gaze at her. Whatever he saw, seemed to please the young man as his mouth curled into a smile as he leaned in to kiss her forehead. (Y/n) forced herself not to recoil at the kiss, despite how much she wanted to. Vil’s expression was so sickly sweet that it made her stomach tie itself up in anxious knots. “Morning my darling” Vil said, before pressing a second kiss to the girl’s forehead. The pet name only made her insides twist-up tighter. (Y/n) could feel the panic she’d been repressing since she woke up finally got to her. As her heart began to thump wildly and her body quivered like a leaf in the wind with fresh tears forming in the corners of her eyes. If she thought such a display wouldn't faze the boys she was wrong as it only put them all on high alarm and fussing over her. She could feel her grip on the waking world begin to fade as her vision blurred and she passed out amidst frantically shaking and worried words from the three males. (Y/n) would have to face reality sooner or later, but it didn’t have to be now. Now she could drift through her own personal dream world for a few more hours of peaceful, blissful ignorance before she would be forced to start adjusting to being the trophy-girlfriend to the trio of insatiable men who’d ruin her life otherwise… THE END

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