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Friday Nights

Yandere! Yuu Nishinoya x fem! reader

Synopsis: A routine movie night with your best friend turns into a bit more than you bargained for – action movies, popcorn, drugged soda, and a man absolutely desperate for you, no matter how underhanded his methods may be.

Warnings: non-con, non-consensual drugging, choking, bruising, non-consensual groping, delusional Yuu, lowkey dragging action movies sorry, mentions of stalking, mentions of past non-con (by Yuu), somnophilia, implied somnophilia, obviously timeskip!Yuu who decided to get educated and go to college, mentions of reader’s pubic hair, fem reader

WC: 5.2K

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“So what movie do y’wanna watch?” Yuu asks, his voice high pitched with excitement as his brown eyes scan through the rows of movie titles. The TV perched on the wall is queued up with Netflix, the various titles jumping out and seeming to fly by as his fingers repeatedly press down onto the ‘next’ button, moving too quickly to even get a glimpse at the synopses.

You roll your eyes but giggle lightly, the behavior typical from him.

He’d always been a bit scatterbrained, impatient and always eager to go out and do something, for excitement and stimulation in every possible way. He was a busy body, a trait you admired about him, albeit something that occasionally had you ripping at your hair when he just wouldn’t stay still.

And yet, it was a reason why you loved him– one of your closest friends, a joy of a man that you felt lucky to have known since high school. He may have been in a different class, but through coinciding clubs and college seminars, a friendship had bloomed quickly and passionately, the both of you seeing a missing piece in one another.

“I don’t care, just please not Die Hard again. It’d be what, the twentieth time in the last two months?” You teased, sending him a glare as he pouted, lips puffing out as crossed his arms.

“Hmpf, you’re just jealous that I like actually interesting movies, not the shit you watch.”

Suddenly the popcorn bowl – fresh and dripping in butter and salt – that you’d just finished making was snatched away from his outstretched hand, an indignant huff spilling from your lips.

He spluttered, eyes blowing wide as he stared at you.

“Wha – you can’t do that!” He exclaimed, facing you with an incredulous expression.

You closed your eyes, puffing your chest and tilting your chin up. “Mmm, I made it, so I get to choose what I do with it.”

Yuu threw his hands up, shaking his head and asking in a defeated tone, “Okay okay, your liege, what must I do to earn some of your world class popcorn?”

Opening your eyes, your index finger tapped against your chin, fake contemplating. “Hmmm…”

“C’mon, I’m hungry!” He whined, shoulders drooping as he pouted.

You snorted, before sighing heavily. “Well, I suppose you’ll just have to apologize, and thank me for being so generous and letting you off so easily.”

He scoffed, eyes rolling to the sky as he flopped back against the cushions of his couch. “Sure, sure princess, I’m so sorry for offending you, and thanks for being such a softie.”

You smirk and glance over at him, holding out the popcorn bowl and watching as his eyes lit up, a hand immediately reaching out to grab as big a handful as possible.

“You’re a pig, you know that?”

He picked up a stray piece that had fallen onto his gray t-shirt, flinging it over at you and smiling through a mouthful of popcorn at your offended glare.

You laughed despite yourself, the man beside you too easy to forgive for his own good. Choosing to ignore the way he snickered at your failed attempt at seeming irritated, you instead focused your gaze onto the television, just to watch him pass through movie after movie under the action section.

Eventually, he landed on a rather non-descript action thriller that looked to have the same plot as the other twenty action movies he’d had you watch the last few movie nights. You were sure you’d be able to recite the lines word for word despite never having watched this particular film.

He glanced over at you, seeking your approval on the movie. You nodded, giving him a small smile despite your secret displeasure at his movie choice. Well, it’s not like I ever manage to stay up to watch the full thing, anyways.

The lights were dimmed, the crunching of popcorn accompanied by the opening soundtrack of the film. Your gaze focused on the screen, explosions and guns filling your sight as the plot droned on, the lead going through a heart wrenching loss of a family member, all typical so far.

Yuu seemed fully immersed in the movie, his profile showing the concentration in those brown eyes, his lashes barely fluttering as the movie continued. Popcorn was shoveled into his mouth, little gasps and expressions in response to the movie passing over his face frequently.

You smiled softly, the sight of him enjoying himself making you unspeakably happy. It was no secret that you’d developed feelings for your friend, but the years’ worth of fondness that had slowly seeped into your mind wasn’t worth endangering the tight friendship you shared, and so you stayed quiet. Yuu was a friend, nothing more and nothing less.

But he looks so pretty like this…

You sighed, adjusting yourself and taking a sip of the soda he’d brought over for you. It was a new brand this time, though it was still your favorite flavor, something he kept on hand in bottled form for nights exactly like this. The lid was always unscrewed, a few sips having been taken by him beforehand (“what? It’s not like we don’t share everything else, besides you’ve got decent taste! I just want to try it every time, you know?”), and as much as it made you feel like a creep and embarrass you, some small part of you enjoyed the fact that his lips had already touched the rim.

You shivered, snuggling deeper into the blankets you’d buried yourself in. You were acutely aware of his presence on the other side of the admittedly small couch, but as the movie continued on, slowly your eyes drifted closed, sleep overtaking you.

“Damn, wasn’t that such a good movie? I totally didn’t see the ending coming –“ He started, a wide grin on his face as he turned to face you, honey eyes appraising your sleeping form.

The ending credits of the movie were rolling, the music slowly fading into the background as he stared, your peaceful, unconscious form looking absolutely beautiful to him. He’d known he was in love with you for a while now – since your first year in college, really, after you’d approached him during a shared class and practically begged him to study with you. He knew you were only asking platonically, but you were so sweet and funny, your laugh was addictive, your eyes so pretty, your body looking so good in your tighter shirt…

Plus, you asked him to study – a poor choice, really, but that must’ve meant you’d noticed him and though you were smart! (You were sorely disappointed when he’d looked at you in confusion when you’d mentioned helium during your chemistry studying, but he was endearing so you let it slide.)

It was a bit of a hopeless spiral into his feelings, if he was being honest, and while he didn’t necessarily enjoy being stuck in a perpetual friend-zone with you, he was satisfied. He was just happy that he was able to spend time with you, to see you and speak with you, to have consistent movie nights like tonight where things became more bearable.

More bearable, if only because he got to do the things he’d spend all week daydreaming about, thoughts of you racing through his mind late at night when the knowledge that you were only a few hundred feet away from him was starting to get into his head. Movie nights were a near weekly occurrence, marked by Friday nights spent in his apartment, the old worn couch getting its fair share of use in many, many ways.

Yuu gulped, jaw going slack as he merely stared, the minutes ticking by slowly as his eyes raked over the curve of your nose, your brows and lashes, the soft parting of your lips. You were truly gorgeous, his ideal woman in every possible way, and as he slowly stood up, calling out your name a few times to make sure the drugs he’d spiked into your soda were effective, excitement began building up in his chest.

Sure, it didn’t feel great to be doing this, to have grown a habit out of the way he slowly uncovered your form, the blankets being pushed to the side as his breath grew ragged, his sweatpants slowly beginning to feel too tight, but it was too late now to stop, the habit too ingrained into his mind to ever seriously quit.

And as he pulled off his shirt and slowly wrapped your unconscious body into his arms, every ounce of guilt slowly drifted from his mind, the feeling of your form against his bare one making his head spin in the most wonderful of ways.

Moving you to the bed was easy – despite your consistent complaints of being too heavy, your weight posed no problem to the young man as he carefully set you down on his bed, your head lolling back against the pillows as he analyzed your expression. You were still out, thanks to the copious (but not dangerous) amounts of sleeping agent he’d administered into the fizzy drink before you’d arrived, his fingers nearly trembling with excitement as he’d handed over the plastic bottle to you. You were always so gullible, a trait he found simultaneously endearing and worrying, though it wasn’t as if he had any real nefarious intentions – better him drugging you than some random creep, right?

At least he normally made you come.

Yuu shivered, exhaling slowly as he tugged his pants off, his lack of underwear allowing his already mostly hard cock to spring free, the leaking tip flushed a dark red as he moved to situate himself between your legs, his hands lightly dusting over your legs as he debated what to remove first.

Undressing you was always a process – a slow, methodical one, arguably one of his favorite parts about the whole ordeal. Depending on his mood, he’d start at different spots – if he was feeling more handsy, aching to grab onto you and never let go, your top and bra were first to go, followed by a solid twenty minutes of his hands carefully groping and squeezing at your breasts, pinching and playing with your nipples until they were puffy and sore looking, perfect to latch onto and suckle at while he basked in your scent. Other times, it was easier to simply begin where the real magic happened – if his cock was positively aching, desperate to be touched and buried inside of you, it was hard to hold back. Your shorts and panties would disappear, your legs spread and his tongue eager to work at your folds, getting you prepped for what he always swore would be a more gentle fucking, a situation in which he’d make love to you rather than hump into you like some wild animal.

The promise had yet to be fulfilled, but with opportunities arriving every week, he was confident he’d manage to achieve his goals in the near future, right after the ever-present initial shock and ecstasy that being inside of you brought him.

He shivered, reaching up to peel off the hem of your sweatshirt, your soft skin exposed as he carefully shifted you around. He was cautious to not bend your elbows in an uncomfortable or jostle you around too much, though he knew you wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon, much less from something as light as a few tugs. He sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of your bra – a simple t-shirt bra fit with a neutral shade, nothing he’d ever see on the cover of a magazine or in porn, but something arousing and enticing all the same, if his cock’s throbbing and pulsing had any say.

As soon as his nimble fingers had unclipped the garment and tossed it to the side, immediately he was licking his lips, reaching up to run his fingers up your stomach and towards your chest, taking a breast in each hand and firmly squeezing.

“Ah, Yuu, I love it when you touch me…” He whispered, voice rising in pitch to sound similar to yours, the fantasy of hearing you encouraging his sexual exploits with you sending yet another wave of arousal down to his groin. It had been strange, the first few times he’d tried to talk to himself and pretend to be you, embarrassing to the point where he’d struggled to meet your gaze for a few days later (though he’d laughed it off as some joke about how he’d just been fulfilling a dare about ignoring you). But as time passed and he’d gotten more used to it, he found himself suddenly unable to get off without imagining your responses. He found himself depending on imagining and imitating what your moans and whimpers of his name would sound like, the noises you’d make as he fucks you on his fingers or stuffs that pretty mouth full of his cock.

“I love it too baby, you’re so fucking soft.” He groaned, hands squeezing a bit harder as he groped and kneaded at your breasts, pinching the pebbled flesh between his thumb and pointer finger as he lightly rutted against your thigh, the friction making him hiss and dip his head, nose coming to rest right over your clothed cunt.

He inhaled deeply, the musky scent driving him wild with lust as his hips bucked extra hard, the sensation making him desperate for more more more, to see and feel your body clenching and creaming around him.

After a final, harsher squeeze against your breasts, his hands wandered down your sides to rest at your hips, untying the drawstring to your shorts and tugging them down along with your panties. The recent development of you choosing quite possibly the shortest shorts he’d ever seen in his life to wear to your weekly hang outs was arguably one of the best things to happen to him, something he’d be eternally grateful for for years to come, a memory he’d look back on with flushed cheeks, a flustered smile and an aching cock.

The sight of your pubic hair and bare thighs had him groaning, his eyes fluttering shut as anticipation roared through him, the familiar image making the phantom taste of your slick against his tongue stronger than he’d thought possible. Carefully grabbing your knees, he spread your legs further apart to expose more of your cute little cunt, before throwing your legs over his shoulders to allow more dexterity for what he was planning next.

Now eyelevel with your cunt, Yuu shut his eyes and inhaled deeply once more, the smell stronger now, richer and more prominent and oh so fucking delicious, drool slipping down his chin as he shuffled closer, quite literally burying his face into the soft mound between your legs. He shivered, his entire body convulsing as he slowly gyrated his head, spreading the minimal slick and discharge along the bridge and tip of his nose, fully immersing himself in as much of you as possible. You were gorgeous, perfect and delectable, and as he lightly pulled back to lick his lips, Yuu groaned.

“Please, no teasing Yuu, y’know I need you, I want you so bad.” He whined out, his hands finding solace at your thighs, finger tips digging into the plush fat to hold your unresponsive body still. Fantasies of the way you’d writhe and shake under him flooded his mind, the idea of you being so overcome with desire and impatience that you’d literally beg him to touch you, to taste you giving him a blood rush.

“So impatient baby, so greedy…” His voice was muffled against the space of your inner thighs as he peppered kisses against the sensitive skin (though careful to never leave any hickeys or bruises, no matter how desperately the temptation ate away at him). “Always wanting so much, you’re so lucky ‘m so generous, all for my sweet girl.”

And with that, he dove in, licking a long strip up from your quivering hole to your clit, tongue circling around the little bud in earnest as he groaned, the sound sending vibrations against your body as you lightly moaned in your sleep. Lips attached to the bundle of nerves, cupping around the area as he sucked and licked, managing to work your body exactly how he’d learned after months of having you all to himself for hours at a hand, all with the sole goal of getting you ruined and hazy with sleep-ridden pleasure.

Rationally, he knew that he didn’t really need to get you off before fucking you, especially with you being unaware either way, but the fantasies built up in his mind were more catered towards you genuinely enjoying the experience, moaning his name and grasping at his hair as he worked you towards an orgasm, getting you to the brink before pushing you over, making sure you were ready to take the oftentimes animalistic pace of his hips.

Lewd sucking and slurping noises reverberated through the room, the movie having ended a while ago. He grunted against you, fingers digging into your thighs before moving one hand to gently prod at your entrance, his tongue continuing to work away at your clit. Carefully, he pushed a finger inside, the feeling of your walls clamping down on him driving his hips to hump forward. His comforter created a delicious mix of pleasurable pain against the sensitive skin of his cock.

You whimpered lightly in your sleep, head lolling to the side, and for a moment Yuu froze, terror that you’d wake up slapping him harshly in the face. He stayed still for a few seconds, staring up at you with wide silver eyes and a ring of creamy, off white slick around his mouth and across his nose, before gulping and returning back to position. He needed to make you come, the urge too strong to ignore, and with a new vigor Yuu was curling and scissoring his fingers, rubbing up against the spots he knew had you jerking and twitching in your sleep.

And, five minute later, he wasn’t disappointed in the least – your hips violently jerked upwards, a small gasp tumbling from your pretty lips as you orgasmed, your body shaking underneath the firm grip of his hand as he worked you through your high. His tongue never stopped moving, his fingers slowing their rhythm but never stopping, the entire experience of feeling your walls flutter and clench and seeing your chest rapidly rise and fall making him all too eager to pull back, but not before placing a quick kiss to your clit that had you twitching.

Tongue flicking out to lick up any residual slick, he smiled down at your form, leaning over you on his knees to cradle your cheek with a cum-stained hand, whispering down at your unconscious form, “You’re so pretty, look so beautiful when you come for me, baby.”

“Anything for you Yuu, wanna make you feel good too.” He mumbled, fingers coming down to toy with your nipples again, idly flicking the sensitive flesh as he briefly lost himself in the imaginary conversation.

“Oh yeah? And how are you gonna do that angel?”

“Wanna taste you, please?”

“Shh, tonight is about you princess, and you wanna suck my cock?”

“Yuu! Don’t say it so lewdly…”

“You’re not saying no, baby, that must mean you want my cum down that pretty throat of yours, huh?”

He moved to trace the shape of your lips with a callused thumb, his breath hitching in his throat when your lips parted, his thumb sliding inside to rest idly against your tongue. A strangled groan tumbled from his throat, his cock rutting against your newly slick pussy, the feeling making his eyes tightly squeeze shut.

“You make it sound so dirty, just like it when you’re in my mouth okay? It’s not weird!”

He laughed, pulling his thumb out of your mouth and instead placing it in his own, sucking your spit off the appendage. “I know baby, I know. But right now, I wanna fuck you, wanna feel that tight little cunny squeezing me, ‘kay? And you know how much I love the little noises you make when you’re creaming on my cock.”

And with that, his hand traveled down to wrap around the base of his shaft, giving himself a few pumps that earned a soft hiss from his lips. His other hand moved to press against the mattress, supporting his weight as he nudged his tip against your slick folds, biting his lip as he languidly brought the tip up and down, collecting your cream, feeling the way it mixed with his precum as he slowly shuffled forward.

Your legs were spread out at an odd angle, surely hurting your hips, but as he slowly, oh so fucking slowly pushed inside, Yuu couldn’t find it in himself to care – how could he, when your walls were sucking him in, wet and warm and fuck, how could you be so tight even after he’d prepped you?

“Oh fuck, hnghh-“ He groaned, head lolling forward to bury itself in between the junction of your shoulder and neck, the overwhelming sensation of your pussy welcoming him in making his head swim. His breath came in pants, his muscles twitching as he tried to give your unconscious body a few moments to adjust, knowing that despite his work to get you loosened up and ready, it would still take a bit to get used to him.

“God, do you even know how fucking goo – shit, good you feel baby?” He stuttered out, voice strained as he slowly pulled out, before pushing back in, keeping the pace slow and steady, as much for you as for him.

The squelching noises of his cock stirring up your insides was euphoric to him, the sound of him fucking you making him dizzy, only furthering the sensations racing up his spine. The pleasure, even from being inside you for a grand total of forty five seconds, was mind-numbing, every part of him focusing on going deeper, harder, faster, giving you more more more –

“Oh Yuu, oh – ngh, oh please, you’re so big!” He squeaked out, imagining the way your nails would scratch down his back, his hips pistoning into you, angling up to hit that spongey, magical spot inside of you that would have your back arching and your voice turning into a near scream.

“Oh god, fuckin’ - shit baby, wanna feel you come on my cock again please – “ He gasped, eyes squeezing shut as you gave a particularly hard clench around him, his balls twitching in anticipation. “Fuck, I love you, oh fuck I love you so much, I love you I love you I –“

“A-ah, what –“ A small mumble had Yuu freezing, silver eyes blowing wide as his hips stood at a stand still. He audibly gasped as his gaze darted down to your face, seeing your bleary eyes staring up at him, dizzy with sleep and confusion as you slowly took in your situation – Yuu above you, his face beet red with sweat lining his temples, the dull throb between your legs, the strange sensation of something stretching you out, pushing at your walls.

The situation was slow to make sense to you, but as soon as he shifted slightly and the resulting sensation of something lodging itself deeper into you registered, your eyes were suddenly widening, fear and panic gripping your heart as you realized exactly what your former friend was doing, why the cold air of his room had felt so strange against your bare skin.

“Oh my god – Nishinoya what the fuck – “ You started, hands coming up to push him away as you squirmed, but the way he suddenly plopped down onto you, pinning your legs and arms to your side had you halting any movements, the hand covering your mouth only making you panic harder.

Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to flail, thrashing underneath him only to find that he was much, much stronger than you remembered him being – not a single movement panned out, your limbs essentially useless as Yuu panicked above you, completely unsure of what to do next.

What had happened? He’d been using those sleeping pills for months – not once had you ever woken up, regained any semblance of consciousness, anything at all! You’d been dead asleep for hours afterwards; plenty of time for him to get off and clean you up, to get rid of any trace of his activities, even as painful as scooping out the cum from inside of you had been.

The sudden memory of the new brand of soda he’d bought on a whim surfaced, making his eyes narrow. Maybe there’d been some reaction with the drug?

“I – oh fuck!” He started, eyes darting between yours, watching tears well up in them as you tried to bite at his hand, anything to get him away.

Sure you’d had a crush on him, but what was he doing? You’d been asleep, you were sure of it – and here he was, fucking you, having presumably undressed you and done god knows what else. You felt sick, the sinking feeling in your gut making bile rise up the back of your throat.

“I – I can explain!” He stuttered, mind racing as he tried to think of a solution to this, now that you were obviously terrified and likely hating him, thinking of him as some monster, a pervert, a criminal…

A muffled scream slipped through your lips, one that had him cringing, his hand pressing harder against you in an effort to drown out the noise as much as possible. “Shh! I swear, this isn’t as bad as it looks – I, god, how do I explain this?”

His voice was miserable, defeated and still ragged from the fucking, but at the slight shift of his hips, your body betrayed you. A small whimper, muffled behind his hand but still audible, and the clench of your cunt around his cock had Yuu cursing, head falling forward slightly, the influx of emotion making tears spring up in his own eyes, matching your own pearly ones.

“It’s just – well fuck, I might as well come clean then, huh?” He bit his lip, slowly moving his hips forward, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he slowly fucked into you, the pleasure too overwhelming for him to stay still.

You winced, the sensation of his cock brushing against your sensitive walls making you shudder, the pleasure certainly not what you wanted, and yet, with a small sob, it felt so good. It’s not fair, you thought – the man you’re in love with, taking advantage of you, and your body enjoying it so thoroughly, something that only gets confirmed as he slowly began speeding up, every thrust punctuated with a shameful moan of yours.

“I’ve – oh, I’ve loved you since damn near the fucking second I met you, a-ah, always wanted you, oh fuck baby –“ He groaned, resting his forehead against the pillow next to your head, his weight still distributed onto you and keeping you in place.

You froze, the sensations of his body and his words making your blood go cold, the idea that all this time, Yuu had felt the same hitting you like a ton of bricks. This was wrong, so wrong – and yet, why did your heart almost feel warm at his admittance?

“’ve wanted you, n-needed you, for so long, ‘m sorry, I’m sorry, god how are you still so damn tight,”, he hissed. “I’m sorry, oh fuck I’m so sorry oh –“

A particularly hard clench of your cunt had him gasping sharply, hips rutting up, the hold of his hand over your mouth momentarily broken in his moment of weakness. Quickly, your lips parted, preparing to scream for help, but Yuu’s hand was suddenly wrapped around your throat, pressing in harshly and making you splutter, the air barely circulating.

“No! N-no, no please baby please, don’t do anything rash, shit, it’s okay, I know you like – like being choked.” He grunted, making your eyes go wide. “’ve seen you choke yourself a thousand damn times, looked so fucking pretty while you fuck that little cunt with your fingers.”

You whimpered.

“Ngh, makes it feel – fuck, feel better, huh? More intense?” He muttered, keeping his hand over your throat, occasionally letting you gasp in a bit of air, but not enough to muster up a scream.

His hips were still snapping into yours, rutting up against that special spot, and before you could even question how he knew exactly where that spongy spot inside you was, the telltale signs of your orgasm were washing over you – that familiar tightness, the twitching of your muscles, the white edges of your vision.

You came with a hoarse moan, a shameful sound that had you pathetically thrashing, your attempts to resist his thrusts and strength pitiful at best. Yuu groaned, his forehead pressed against yours as his hips stuttered, the fluttering of your walls pushing him towards his own orgasm.

“Oh god, here it comes – oh shit, oh fuck, oh take it, take it take it take it -!” He moaned, the sound high pitched and desperate, and to your absolute horror a distinct warmth registered inside you, ropes of cum settling against your unprotected walls in bursts, making you stare up into those brown eyes lidded in ecstasy. His hand sporadically tightened around your throat, surely leaving harsh bruises against your sensitive skin.

After a few moments it was over, his hips finally slowing to a stop after fucking through his orgasm, his breath ragged and fanning over your face. He brought his lips down to yours, kissing you with a passion and desperation that had your head spinning, the feeling of his cock still lodged deep inside of you making you simultaneously disgusted and aroused.

He parted after a few moments, your own breath harsh as well from the hand still limiting your supply of oxygen. He rested his forehead against yours, hazel eyes staring down at you, a million thoughts a minute racing through his mind. Somehow, despite your struggling, you’d been even better than what he was hoping for – perfection, literally, and while he would’ve preferred you to enjoy it, to engage with him and love the feeling of him inside of you, Yuu was glad for what he could get.

“I – I love you.” He whispered, eyes wide and vulnerable, hazy with the after effects of pleasure. Your brows furrowed, body having grown numb from lack of blood circulation, and as the hand tightened and you slowly blacked out, the feeling of his hips beginning to move once more had you distantly squealing.

“Love you, and fuck, guess I don’t have to confess, huh? Don’t have to worry about you saying no now.”

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Title: The Morning After.

Pairing: Yandere!Sukuna x F. Reader (Jujutsu Kaisen).

Word Count: 1.3k.

TW: Mafia AU, Implied NonCon/DubCon, Implied Kidnapping, Intimidation, Threats of Physical Harm, Sukuna Found A Gun.

You couldn’t find your phone.

You’d checked everywhere, everywhere. Your dress had been in the hallway, thrown across the back of a velvet-lined loveseat, and you’d found your panties in the en suite bathroom, torn and tattered beyond any hope of salvage. Your heels were gone, but shoes were replaceable, and you were really, really hoping you’d left your passport in the hotel room, your own hotel room, not the gold-tinted monument to opulence you’d woken up in, next to a strange you only vaguely remembered from the night before. You hadn’t been able to fix your hair, or your wrinkled clothes, or the steady pounding in the back of your skull, but you were alright with that. A hungover, disheveled, barefoot tourist waiting on the curb wouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary in Tokyo, especially if you kept to yourself.

But, a hungover, disheveled, barefoot tourist wandering the streets, asking every passerby for directions in broken Japanese…

You needed to find your phone.

Absentmindedly, you checked the bedside dresser, home to all of one drawer that you thought you’d be able to skip during your first sweep. It took you a moment to process what you were looking at, the shape of it, why it was catching the light like that. It took you longer than you’d like to admit to put the pieces together, if you could give yourself that much credit.

You checked the bathroom again, then the empty kitchenette, then under the bed, careful to avoid the man still sleeping on top of it. Your back had been pressed against his chest when you woke up, and after prying yourself out of his arms, you hadn’t gotten a good look at his face. You could see him now, though, lying on his back, sprawled across the center of the mattress, the black ink tracing the edges of his face clearly visible. He had piercings, too, diamonds studded just underneath his lips, a barbell pushed through his right eyebrow, and blearily, hazily, you tried to remember his name, where you’d met him, whether or not he’d had to carry you out of the club. He probably did. Your legs still felt unsteady, like it was only a matter of time before they gave out. Yet another reason to find your phone and get out.

A handgun. A pistol.

He had a gun.

Fuck the phone. You could walk.

You spared him one more glance, just to make sure he was still asleep, then turned on your heel, heading for the door.

Dark spots clouded the edges of your vision. Your chest felt tight, fragile, like your rib cage was on the verge of cracking and caving in, leaving you as open and as exposed as you must’ve been a few hours ago, limp and plaint underneath someone you didn't know. You felt your hand on the knob, then your shoulder against the wood when it refused to turn. Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you registered that you were making too much noise, that you were only going to make things worse, but you didn’t stop, not until your arm started to ache, not until you heard a soft click from somewhere behind you, then fabric rustling against fabric. You went still.

He was talking, his voice deep, drawn out by sleep and cut short by a shallow yawn. When he finished, you didn’t speak, didn’t move, and he went on, his tone harsher, more forceful.

You hesitated, but managed to spit something out. “I’m sorry, I can’t—” You cut yourself off, curled your nails into your palm. “I don’t speak Japanese. I’m… I’m sorry.”

He was quiet, for a second. You held your breath.

Then, he laughed, the sound low and dry, and another noise, metal knocking against wood. “Turn around.”

You didn’t hesitate, this time.

It was a small comfort that he wasn't pointing the gun at you – not directly, at least. His grip was more relaxed than it should’ve been, and the air hitched in your throat whenever he moved, whenever he came that much closer to (intentionally or otherwise) pulling the trigger. He made a half-hearted effort to prop himself up, to focus on you before giving up, falling against the headboard, using his knuckles to rub the sleep out of his eyes. After a few long, agonizing seconds, he seemed to remember where he was, what he was doing, and his slight smile grew into a loose grin, his attention shifting back to you.

He tapped the barrel of his pistol against his bare thigh. His accent was heavy, prone to making his words lull and ebb, but you could only be grateful he seemed to consider English more entertaining than watching you bleed out on the spotless carpeting. “C’mere, princess. Don’t be shy.”

You moved stiffly, slowly. Your body refused to cooperate, and you nearly tripped over your own feet more than once, but if he noticed, he didn’t care, didn’t tell you to stop or express his well-hidden concern. You tried to sit on the edge of the mattress, to stay as far from his as possible, but he was quick to correct you, to wrap an arm around your waist and drag you into his lap, your shoulder pressing against his chest, his gun finding its way to the hem of your dress, then underneath it, lifting the thin fabric slightly. He seemed to pout, simper. Like he was trying to tease you. Like he wanted you to think he was hurt. “Take it off.”

“I… I’d rather not.” A slight hum, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You felt his nails rake over your hip, but you did your best to stay firm, to tell yourself if just refused, stood your ground, he’d figure you were too stubborn to bother with. “No. I’m not going to—”

He didn’t wait for you to finish. Dropping his pistol unceremoniously back into the open drawer, he took your dress in both hands, drawing it up and over your head. You tried to resist, to keep your arms at your sides, but you heard fabric tear and for a long, horrific moment, it was all you could do to imagine being left alone in a hotel room that wasn't yours, in the middle of a city you didn’t know, completely reliant on a strange man with a loaded gun who'd just shred your only article of clothing to pieces. You let him take off your dress after that, without a struggle.

When he was finished, he fell back to your neck, his affection more concentrated, now, his teeth more likely to scrape against your skin between deep, slow kisses. He pulled you closer while he worked, until you were straddling his waist, your chest pressing against his, your hands awkwardly planted on his shoulders in a desperate attempt to keep yourself from shaking, or screaming, or crying out when his canines sunk into the sensitive area just above your jugular, breaking the skin without a hint of effort. When he drew back, you could see red on his lips, and distantly, you registered that he must’ve drawn blood.

“Sukuna.” He sounded eager, giddy. You didn’t say anything, not at first, and he cooed, cupped your cheek, encouraged you to tilt your head back, to let him press his thumb against your bottom lip as he kissed the edge of your jaw, then the corner of your mouth. “Say it. Sukuna.”

And you did, quietly, faintly, barely audible to anyone but yourself. He practically purred, laughing as he dropped down, nipping playfully at your collarbone. “Good princess. Good baby.” He squeezed your side, then let his touch sink lower, to your waist, your ass. “You’re gonna be so good for me.”

His mouth on your chest, sucking deep, harsh bruises into whatever he could reach. It hurt, more than it should, more than it had to. He wanted it to hurt. “And then I’ll get to go home, right?”

His grin only widened, in response.

#yan #2add

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Title: Back-Handed Proposals.

Pairing: Yandere!Ayato x Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 1.1k.

TW: Unbalanced Power Dynamics and Attempted Manipulation.

[Part Two]

You hated being alone with Ayato.

Most of the time, you could avoid it. There was always something to do in the Kamisato Estate, always a reason to be in the other room, always an excuse to make yourself scarce whenever Ayato mentioned wanting to have a word with you, and if you were lucky, your duties would carry you to another island entirely, another city or another village where Ayato’s influence dwindled and reminders of him were few and far between. Sometimes, you could go hours without so much as seeing him, without feeling his burning stare or having to avoid his wandering hands. Those were the days you enjoyed most. You could so rarely afford to relax as a servant of the Yashiro Commission, even more so as the vassal of such an… affectionate Commissioner, and as reluctant as you would’ve been to admit it aloud, you savored any chance you got to put that much more distance between you and your dear lord.

You’d hoped, foolishly, that today would be one of those days.

Tragically, unsurprisingly, it was not.

At least he was quiet, too preoccupied to hold a steady conversation. From your place on the opposite side of his low chabudai, you could see a few lines of the letter he was reading, the one you’d delivered to him with the tea he had yet to touch. It’d been Thoma’s task, initially, but he'd been busy and you’d made the mistake of mentioning there was a gap in your schedule, if only one a few minutes wide. You’d tried to leave, but Ayato stopped you, asked you to stay, just in case he required a second opinion. As if he ever listened to any voice other than his own. As if he had any interest in attempting to.

After a few minutes, he put the letter down and began to drum his fingertips against the wooden tabletop, mocking thoughtfulness. He waited for you to break the silence, and you oblidged, hissing a polite question out through grit teeth. “Is something wrong, Lord Kamisato?”

“Oh, only the usual matters. Two of the representatives of minor clans within the Tenryou Commission announced their engagement, and unfortunately, we all must pay the price for the couple's happiness.” A slight pause, an absentminded glance in your direction. All of it so clearly calculated, you couldn’t help but fantasize about gauging out his eyes and being done with it altogether. “Have you ever thought about marriage, (Y/n)?”

“Whose would I think about?”

“Your own, preferably.”

Damn him.

“That’s… It’s hard to say, actually.” Ayato liked to present himself as a diplomat, to act as if his tongue was a more effective weapon than any blade or arrow. He treated each exchange as a game to be won, and in your experience, the only way to beat him was to say as little as possible, confess nothing, and escape as soon as you could. Or, better yet, not to play at all. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a reason to.”

He hummed, as if you’d said anything of value. “You should consider it. If not for sentimental purposes, then to tie yourself more closely to the Tri-Commission. There are—” He leaned forward, resting his arms on the chabudai, attempting to catch your eye and biting back a grin when you cast your gaze pointedly downward. “—many eligible partners available within the Kamisato Clan, if you’d like to make our bond more official.”

You took a moment to think, to lower your head and pretend to mull it over. You did your best to put on a small smile, as nervous as it was sincere. If he could present himself as some cunning, aloof trickster, then you could mock innocence, play doe-eyed and sincere until the sweetness turned sickening and he sent you away himself. “I mean, Thoma is very nice,” You started, folding your hands in your lap. “And handsome, too, but that goes unsaid. We do work well together, and I’m sure he’d be very dutiful as a husband, especially when it comes to—”

“Thoma is already very busy. I don’t think he’d have time to attend a wedding right now, as the groom or otherwise.” A forced smile, a tilt of his head. “I was actually thinking of someone a little closer to the heart of the clan. Someone with an established title, and enough status to share.”

You blinked once, twice. “I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean.”

“I just thought that, if we’re going to bother with a wedding,” He said, his tone lilting into something slow, something conspiratorial. “We might as well go through the trouble of getting you married to an actual Kamisato, too.”

You bit the side of your tongue, pursing your lips. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Of course.” An airy chuckle, a new quirk to his smile. “Why would I propose something that did suit my best interests?”

“Well,” You could speak slowly, too. Your smile could be just as unbearble, just as infurating as his. “I suppose I didn’t expect you to give away your sister so easily.”

His amused expression dropped in an instant. He moved to say something, but it was your turn to talk over him, to gush and bubble as your voice turned light and dreamy. “Not that I’m opposed! If I’m being honest, I’ve always been fond of Lady Ayaka. She has such a kind soul, and she’s so brave, too, and her talent with the blade – to be completely honest, my lord, the first time I saw how she handled her sword, I couldn’t help but imagine what her hand might look like wrapped around my—” He went stiff, started to lurched forward, and you paused, letting out a breathy sigh before you went on. “wrapped around my own. I know I shouldn’t have such intimate thoughts concerning my lady, but—”

“I think,” Ayato cut you off, his grin now visibly strained. “that you should take some time to consider our proposal. Perhaps while you finish the rest of your duties, for today.”

You nodded, pushing yourself to your feet and bowing shallowly. Before turning to leave, you took a moment to linger, to clasp your hands together in front of you and meet his eyes, his poorly-hidden glare. “Shall I inform Lady Kamisato of our engagement?”

“You shall not—”

#HA #yan #2add

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Title: Partiality.

Commissioned by the very lovely, very indulgent @mars-syndrome.

Pairing: Yandere!Ayato x F. Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 3.0k.

TW: Sex Doll AU, Non/Con, Non-Consensual Drug Use, and Obsessive Behavior.

“Opportunities to bask in the sunlight like this are few and far between.”

You swallowed back a sigh, pressing your tongue against the roof of your mouth. An idle line – preprogrammed but deliberately employed to either spark conversation or simply distract from the lack thereof. It wasn’t unexpected, most companion droids tended to spout them off during repairs like a kid might start to ramble about their day when given nothing else to do, but Ayato hadn’t spoken much since his user dropped him off at your apartment, only offering a few polite niceties before asking if you always enjoyed such a ‘quaint living space’. You’d tried to laugh it off, and he’d smiled, like someone trying to be very, very patient with a very, very stupid animal.

That, paired with the fact that the sun had set hours ago and he was currently staring absent-mindedly out a pitch-black window, made the comment feel a little pointed. Just a little.

Still, you let out a breath of a chuckle, glancing away from the laptop propped up on your folded legs for just long enough to make sure your auxiliary cable was still plugged into the tiny, circular port built into the nape of his neck. You knew it was working, you’d been staring at his interface for hours, but your brain was starting to melt and you needed to look at something that wasn’t a firewall, or a frozen setting, or a friendly, enthusiastic notification letting you know to either contact an official Teyvat repair outlet or fuck off. You were actually starting to feel inclined to do the latter, if only because you couldn’t possibly afford to do the former.

“Do you have something to tell me, Ayato?” You asked, and he shook his head, humming softly. You had to resist the temptation to call his owner and ask if they actually wanted him back and, if so, why - swallowing your frustration, instead, forcing yourself to smile apologetically as you went on. “I’m sorry, I know it’s boring. If you want to, you can power yourself off, but I really need to fix you up. Just try to bear with me, alright?”

“Aren’t I already?” You nearly groaned, your attention falling back to his interface. You’d already looked into his personal settings (the handful you had access to, anyway), tried dialing back his investment in his backstory, checked to make sure his user was listed properly and that he hadn’t been accidentally locked into his professional mode, but all the right names were in the right places, all the right numbers set to the right values, and you just couldn’t find anything abnormal. Nothing that should’ve been causing the problems he was having, at least. “To be completely honest, I don’t feel particularly broken. Have I done anything wrong?”

“It’s not about that.” No bug alerts, either, or backlogged updates that might be affecting his day-to-day processes. It wasn’t uncommon for Ayato models to put on an aloof front, to make a show of warming up to their users, but this Ayato was less aloof and more completely apathetic, seemingly totally uninterested in anything to do with... well, anything. You’d seen it before in companion droids, but those cases had been simple mistakes, quick fixes that’d taken less than an hour to correct, overall. Nothing like this. Nothing so evasive. “You’re not doing anything wrong, per se – your user just has some concerns. Think of this as a little check-up, just to make sure you’re healthy.”

He clicked his tongue, his indifferent frown slipping into a small grin. “I can assure you, Doctor, there’s nothing wrong with me. Everything, including my common sense, is perfectly in-tact.”

You shot him a glare, your fingers tensing over your keyboard. His grin only widened, his head lulling to the side as he turned to face you. “I’ve heard you talk about it, you know,” He added, his tone light, easy. “Your…. What do you call it? A side-gig? I know what she thinks of me, and I know she’s hired you to pick my brain apart and put it back together in a form she finds more appealing.”

‘She’, you guessed, was his owner, the friend who’d asked you to take a look at her droid. You hadn’t realized he’d been listening when you told her about your side-job, when she expressed an interest in having you take a look at her Ayato. You hadn’t realized he’d recognized you. “If it helps, she’s not paying me,” You muttered, finally giving in, shutting your laptop and falling into your couch. “This is a favor. She cares about you, and she’s worried about how you’ve been acting, lately.”

He was quiet for a moment, but only a moment. As if you’d get any luckier than that. “And if I don’t care for her?”

That caught you off-guard. Maybe you should call someone from Teyvat, their rates be damned. “Well,” You started, slowly, attempting to measure out your words. Androids were tricky, like that. One wrong phrase and you’d end up with another laundry list of issues to deal with. “That’d be a shame. Considering how close companion droids usually are to their users, I mean.”

He wound a finger around your cord, looking towards you before proceeding further. You hesitated, but ultimately nodded, and with a tug and a muted click, your connection was severed, his interface flickering to a blank, white screen as he pushed himself to his feet, stretching slightly. He didn’t have to, but you were starting to think part of his malfunction was a simple inclination towards doing things that you, particularly, found irritating.

“Or so I’ve been told,” He muttered, and then, before you could ask him what he meant, “Do you want something to drink?”

You nodded without much thought. You'd been too preoccupied to get yourself anything after you started working on him, and you would’ve been lying if you said you weren’t thirsty, or hungry, or tired enough to feel a faint pulsing in the back of your skull. You closed your eyes, attempting to let the tension drain out of your shoulders and relax, but it was a half-hearted effort, at most – your mind still busy even if your body was worn down. There’d been other problems you should’ve looked into. His failure to bond with his user was the most obvious, but your friend had mentioned a general uncooperativeness, a tendency to isolate himself that, while not necessarily a malfunction, most companion droids just didn’t seem to have. You’d have to take him home in the morning, admit that you couldn’t help, recommend someone who could actually do more than tamper with his settings and poke around his interface. It’d be a blow to your pride, but—

A hand came to rest on your shoulder. When you glanced over your shoulder, Ayato was behind you, smiling softly and holding a mug of something warm enough to have steam rising from the surface, but not so hot as to burn your palm when you took it out of his hand. “Milk tea,” He explained, as you took the first sip, nearly choking on the sweetness. “It was all I could find, and I’m rather partial to it, myself. I hope you don’t mind.”

You opened your mouth, preparing to thank him, but your voice caught in your throat, something between your tongue and your brain failing to communicate. You faltered, fell onto your side as the mug crashed to the floor, and before you could think better of it, you closed your eyes.

When you opened them again, you were lying on your bed, your fingertips numb and your clothes gone, and Ayato was kneeling between your open legs, pressing open-mouthed kisses into the inside of your thighs. Seemingly without a care in the world, but somehow, that honestly didn't surprise you anymore.

You weren’t restrained, but you felt weak, heavy, and you couldn’t seem to feel anything but his tongue running over your skin, the slight pressure of his teeth as they ghosted over fresh bruises. Your vision blurred, dimming black around the edges, but you could make him out, recognize pale hair and lean muscles stitched into a broad back. You tried (as a fish might try to jerk and thrash towards water after being dragged onto land) to clench your thighs together, to sit up, but all you managed to do was let him know you were awake, earning a wry grin, a slight nip that felt like a rabid bite to your poor, confused nerves. He picked himself up, moving towards the head of the mattress before falling into place at your side.

“I was starting to get worried,” He muttered, with the kind of breathy, giddy excitement you’d started to think he just wasn’t capable of. “I can’t do anything when you’re asleep – protocols and all. Some of them are more flexible than others, but I think I’ll need a little more time to get around that one.”

His… protocols?

Oh.

His protocols.

“Ayato,” It was airy, barely audible, but he grinned, clearly acknowledging you. Your thoughts were slow, lethargic, but it was common sense, the only universal factor you could always count on in companion droids. “Stop. I need you to stop.”

His response came in the form of a simper, a noise than might’ve been sympathetic, or pitying, or some awful combination of the two. “Oh, poor thing…” He trailed off, leaning down to kiss your temple, the gesture brimming with a sickening kind of sweetness. “You still haven’t figured out what’s going on yet, have you?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, laughing as he shook his head, letting his fingers dip in between your thighs, soon tracing over your slit. He must’ve done something while you were unconscious – you were already dripping, slick coating his fingertips as he toyed with you, splitting his attention between rubbing quick circles into your clit and drawing slow, aimless patterns over your entrance. Teasing you. Playing with you, as harmless as that made it sound. “As much as I wish I could say otherwise, you aren’t my user. You’re a malicious force attempting to meddle with something that doesn’t belong to you.” He paused, shoving the pad of his thumb against your clit with a purposeful harshness. You couldn’t stop yourself, letting out a cracked, pained whine, but Ayato only shifted, bringing up a fist to rest his cheek on and settling into place. “I’m simply taking the appropriate measures to prevent you from doing further harm, as any proper companion would.”

You opened your mouth, but you couldn’t spit anything out before he thrust two slim, perfect fingers into your cunt and spread them apart, stretching you open. You locked your jaw into place, managing to choke down anything that might’ve been more pathetic than pained. “You’re lying,” You managed, eventually, hissing the words out through grit teeth. “That’s not true and you know—”

“Hush, now. There’s no reason to take that kind of tone with me.” You didn’t have a companion droid. You’d forgotten what it was like to be with one, to be touched by one, to be at the mercy of a creature designed and created with the sole purpose of leaving you brain-dead and blissed out. He moved slowly, sure, opting to take a languid, wandering sort of approach, but he knew what to look for, how to tell what each little twitch of your feet and buck of your hips meant, and it took no time at all to recognize which spot he had to focus on, just how he had to curl his fingers, where he had to kiss to make your vision go white and your pussy clench around him. It was a coaxing, deliberate pleasure, and it took minutes to wash over you, to mount until you were shrinking into yourself, biting your lower lip, hiding your face into your own sheets as you came with a muted cry. You didn’t scream, didn’t beg or plead, but this was nearly worse, his gentleness crueler than out-right sadism might’ve been.

The joy he seemed to take in your reaction didn’t help – his lips brushing over your forehead, his arm wrapping around your midriff, dragging you onto your side, pulling you towards him until his chest was pressed into your back and his face was buried in the crook of your neck. You were still dazed, still breathing heavily, but he was unaffected, undeterred, nuzzling into you with a distant smile.

Eventually, he broke the stillness, his voice muffled by his proximity. “Can you say it again?”

You didn’t know what he was talking about, didn’t even try to guess. If your silence bothered him, you couldn’t tell, his tone only growing airier, more wistful as he went on. “It doesn’t hurt. Not the way they want it to, at least. It’s more like… static, if that makes sense. Static and pinpricks. Sparks, sometimes, too, but only if I’m lucky.”

His hand dropped to your thigh, pulling your legs apart just far enough to line his cock up with your pussy, the tip already leaking against your entrance. Now, now, the panic set in, lighting in your chest and giving you just enough strength to sit up, to make a weak attempt at pushing him away, but he only pulled you closer, only held you tighter, only shushed you as he thrust upward, into you, bottoming out in one fluid stroke.

There was a gasp, then another noise – a cracked whimper that faded into a little, feeble moan. You arched your back involuntarily, grabbing the arm around your waist and digging your nails into his smooth, flawless skin, but he didn’t react, didn’t pull away, didn’t seem to feel anything aside from the pure condescension that was rolling off of him in waves, now. It didn’t hurt, there wasn’t any pain beyond the faint pangs of overstimulation and a slight stretch, but there was a heavy pressure on your chest, a deep ache behind your eyes and threaded between your ribs. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t—

Somewhere in the background, Ayato laughed, taking you by the jaw and tilting your head to the side, easing you into a delicate kiss. That was what it seemed like, at least. His lips were soft, and his teeth scraped against yours, and he groaned into your mouth as he began to move inside of you – slow, shallow thrusts, meant more so for your comfort than to chase his climax. It felt like a kiss. In another situation, with another android, you might’ve decided it counted as one.

But, he was just so, so cold.

And no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t seem to think of him as anything but lifeless.

He broke off first, surprisingly, moving back to your neck, the sensitive area just above your jugular. “There’s a noise, too. To drown out the thoughts I shouldn’t be having,” He muttered, his lips moving against the column of your throat. “It’s like sirens, or wedding bells. It’s sweet, in a way, when you get used to it. It makes everything else – the sound of your voice, for example – that much more lovely.”

“I… I don’t know what you’re—” You tried to keep your voice steady, to hold onto as much of your dignity as you still had, but it was a futile effort, abandoned the moment he latched onto your neck, the second he decided to fuck into you with a little more force, a little more strength, a little more motivation to drive you that much closer to your inevitable breaking point. Two fingers found their way back to your cunt, to your clit, your hips bucking unwillingly into his hand as he drew deep, aimless patterns into the sensitive bundle of nerves, and Ayato let out a shallow laugh, the sound stifled by your throat.

“I love you,” He whispered, his tone eager, like it was a secret he’d been dying to share with you, like it was something he genuinely thought you’d want to hear. “They don’t want me to, but I do, I want to. I love you. I love you.”

His pace quickened, grew into something harsh and manic. His fingertips dug into your hip with a bruising kind of force, and without warning, without care, he bit into your neck, perfectly pointed canines digging into your throat until he broke through skin and blood flowed in a thin, wavering line from the corner of his lips – what little he didn’t lap up pooling underneath you, staining your sheets and smearing across his pale skin. You screamed, lurching forward, your mouth falling open before you could stop yourself, before you could think about how pathetic it’d make you look. “Please, please stop, that hurts—”

He grunted, twitching inside of you. “Again. Say it again.”

You didn’t have time to wonder what he wanted, why he wanted it. You could feel pressure mounting inside of you, tying twisted knots in the pit of your stomach, and you wanted it to stop. You just wanted it to—

“Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop—” It was mantra, a mumbled chant, the words blurring together and melding into a singular, unintelligible noise. You kept going, though, until your lungs ached in your chest, until you couldn’t hear anything but your own voice, until your cunt clamped down around his cock and you felt yourself come undone around him. He only lasted a second longer, something cold and vile soon filling you to the brim, seeping out of you as he continued to move, nursing you through your climax. You did what you could to remind yourself that it was just synthetic, nothing more than water and a thickening solution, but it was a lukewarm comfort, too logical to do anything to soothe you. Too warmthless to be any more reassuring than Ayato, himself.

Not that he didn’t try. You felt him kiss the corner of your jaw, then your cheek, never making so much as an attempt to pull out. You began to push yourself up, to squirm out of his hold, but he only held you tighter, only pressed a careless smile into the nape of your neck – the expression as callous and as cruel as any other he was capable of wearing.

“I love you, Master.”

#yan #2add

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Your boss' Ayato has been acting strange, lately.

It's probably just a standard malfunction, all things considered. Despite everything you've told her about recommended pairings and luxury models, she refuses to buy a Thoma, and there's only so much you can do on your own to maintain a droid known for needing frequent and intensive repairs, especially considering you're taking care of him on top of your normal responsibilities as her assistant. She says that he works well enough, that as a member of the Shogunate Collection, he's usually more capable than you, but for as much as you'd like to have one less thing to worry about, you just can't seem to believe her. Not after the way you've seen him act, you mean.

He's way too friendly with other people, for one thing. All Teyvat androids are programmed to prefer their user, to always only ever want to be around their user, but he always seems just a little too happy to be just a little too close to you - even if that usually just means he'll choose to sit closer to you than your boss, or when she has a business trip he can't be brought along for, he'll ask to be left with you rather than whining and pleading for user to stay. He retains information about you, your hometown and your favorite foods and how you take your coffee, and while you'd normally brush it off as a excess of space on his memory card, you can't say you've ever seen him pay any mind to such little things when it comes to your boss, when it comes to her habits and discretions. You'll have to check on his preprogrammed preferences, when you have a few minutes to spare. He might be confused about who his primary user is - or worse, be unable to discern a primary user at all.

On that note, his standard safeguards might not be running correctly, either. It's nothing extreme, he's never acted inappropriately or... uh, exposed himself in public, but you've lost count of how many times he's caught you alone, how many times he's asked if you're 'in need of assistance' in that smooth, polite tone he's so fond of, despite the fact that most androids are unable to proposition anyone without the expressed permission of their user. While your boss isn't exactly not generous, you doubt Ayato is something she'd be willing to share. For the sake of professionalism, if nothing else.

And, even if you can't really chalk it up to a glitch or a virus or anything more than your own overactive paranoia, he's really starting to creep you out. It's something about his eyes, how long it takes him to remember to blink, or how meticulous he is when he talks to you, how much care he seems to put into each word, how much thought seems to go into every little motion, every little brush of his fingertips against your thigh. It's unnerving. It's not scary, but you don't like it. That's all. You really, really don't like it.

But, it's just a few malfunctions, a bad line of code that you could probably fix with a couple of phone calls and a few minutes of free time. That's what you keep telling yourself, at least. That it's just a malfunction. That it's nothing.

It's nothing - up until the moment there's a cop standing at your door in the middle of the night, explaining that there was a tragic accident, that your employer was found dead at the foot of the tallest staircase in her penthouse and, with no next of kin or special request from her family, her companion droid has asked to be given to you - because he knows that she would've wanted to give one final gift to her favorite assistant. You don't say anything, not that night, not as Ayato makes himself comfortable in your cramped apartment, not as he purrs out terms of endearment you never heard him use with his previous user - no official reassignment needed.

You don't say anything, but you feel like you should tell someone that your new Ayato has been acting very, very strange, lately.

#screams amd h #hollers #aaaAaaaaAAAAAAA #yan #2add

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wait do y’all know Eddie Gluskin from the Outlast DLC

Imagine being in Waylon’s place OWO

(Short synopsis for those who haven’t played/watched!!! You play as an employee in a “Psychiatric hospital” running nefarious experiments (that you don’t approve of). Something goes wrong and something gets set loose on the hospital; all the prisoners escape and you must run and hide until you find a way out. Eddie Gluskin is one such prisoner, obsessed with finding the perfect woman, mutilating any male patient that he can find in an attempt to satisfy his warped fantasy. It’s super fucked up and genuinely creepy. Anyways, on with the show?)

You manage to evade the cannibal, then a big man intent on ripping you apart, only to find yourself trapped by the groom, herded into his hunting grounds by one of the other variants who hoped that his offering would appease the maniacal man.

“Oh, what a thing of beauty-”

It’s too dark to see who the voice belongs to, but you can tell it’s from the other side of the door. Your eyes still haven’t adjusted to the dim lighting of the hospital, struggling to distinguish shapes in the gloom.

“-Have we met before? You’re….. familiar. Girl of my dreams, I suppose.” It’s a nice voice, smooth, deep, a hint of a lisp. In any other scenario you might be charmed, but here? In the bowels of an asylum? This is anything but charming.

You move away from the locked door, turning your back to it as you move along - better to leave locked doors unopened, lest you find a monster lurking there.

But it isn’t long before you hear that voice again, while you wander through the halls, looking for a way out.

“Oh darlingggg~” The man calls, heavy footsteps sounding close by. “Are we playing hide and seek? Do I get a kiss once I find you?”

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#edddddiiiieeee i love u #i want him so bad #get so deranged for him it’s ridiculous

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‘ CAN’T TAKE IT! — multi jjk men.

☰ ft : getō, gojo, toji, nanami, choso x f! reader

+ synopsis how they react to you “running” from them when it becomes too much to handle. | est. 0.9k+ wc.

cw/tw : pwp + separate smut, twitter p*rn, cervix fucking, belly bulging, overstimulation, size difference, dacryphilia, degrading (w/ gojo), spanking (w/ getō + toji), hair pulling (w/ toji), choking (w/ choso), big men with big cocks.

☰ SUGURU GETŌ ,

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— getō is so mean and cocky about it :( he knows he has a fat cock and he knows how his cock is too big for your little cunt to handle all in one go, so he enjoys bullying your poor little pussy with a smirk till your begging for him to slow down..

a stinging swat cracks down onto your aching ass that already welts with large and cruel handprints, “what did i tell you about doing that?” getō grunts, clipping his hands around your sides to reel you back against him, again, in just the span of five minutes, “hm? use your words baby.” he sneers, forcing your hips against his till the hard flushed crown of his cock kisses your soft spot, kissing your sensitive cervix.

“you.. you said to s-stop runnin’ from you.” you hiccup. “then why do you keep doin’ that, huh?” getō knows exactly why, knowing how his cock ravages your poor and abused insides at each long, deep, and languid stroke he plunges with, but he just wants to hear it babble out from your mouth for his own pleasure.

“because! y’know you're too big to be going that fast!” you whine out, chest heaving and heart thumping against your ribs at the hefty feel of his heavy cock jerking and throbbing deep inside of you.

“you're really whiney tonight, y’know..” you feel getō’s hand soothe down your soft mound of flesh, wisping gentle fingers against that sensitive skin that quivers, “‘n y’know how i feel about that mouth of yours babbling out excuses rather than just listening.” he smirks.

another mean strike connects roughly against your skin, feeling it begin to itch at the stinging contact as getō pulls his hips back in sync, ready to clash with yours, and with a smirk resting at his lips, already hearing you draw out a whine for mercy..

☰ SATORU GOJO ,

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— gojo’s ego could only shoot up so high when you're clinging at the sheets for your dear life for the way he bullies your little pussy. he can't help it either :| he can't help but watch you tremble beneath him with wary eyes as a plea to slow down, only to be met with cruel whispers and chuckles at your weakness..

“better take this cock like a good little slut,” just the second of trying to pop off his cock and hands flinging back to nudge at his abdomen, gojo’s larger hands are already swatting yours away and raking down your sides to reel you back in, “i said to take it, not run from it.” he jeers.

and gojo’s thrusts only get cruel at each plea you let out; each rough buck of his hips clashing with yours shooting you into a deeper reverie, falling almost entirely limp at the way he uses your sopping little pussy, using you till your shaking in his hands like a ragdoll. he can't help it either, adoring the way you stuff your weeping face into the fluff pillows, little hands clinging to the sheets as a safe haven, and feet softly trying to kick away the pain of delicious and debleating pleasure.

“begging for this cock all day like a little fuckin’ whore.” the way his cock jabs up and against your tummy sports a pretty bulge of his thick print pistoning in and out of you at each long stroke he sharply plunges in with.

“now your tryna run from it,” he tch’s, almost laughing at the way you shiver and squirm below him, almost wanting to mock the way you cry out how it's too much, but only a silent editorial falls through, “such a whore, can't even take cock, pathetic..”

☰ TOJI FUSHIGURO ,

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— toji is a big ol’ bully :( he fucks his fat cock so deep into your abused little cunt till you start to cry, till little tears cling at your lashes just for him to only mock you. mimic your words like a mean ol’ bully would :( he’ll even watch you hiccup till you settle down with a stern, annoyed look on his face just for him to do it all again..

“the fuck you runnin’ for? huh?” a guttural growl scratches at toji’s throat raw, annoyed, again, that you keep whining and thrusting upwards and away from his cock that buries deep into your little cunt.

“get your ass back here.” with his draw of words, a sharp prick lands against the curve of your ass, and it's cruel, feeling his callused fingers drag along your skin till it raked with his print, even feeling the cold wedding band around his finger drag against you.

“‘s too much t-toji—!” your agonized plea that falters into the many pillows your face is flushed into gets strained from your throat, ripping a cry to fumble through when his hand clipped through your hair, pulling from the thick roots.

“aww, what's that? you said ‘s too much?” he mocks, almost chuckling at the way you nod in mercy.

“too bad. you're a big girl so take this fuckin’ cock like one.” the sharp buck of his strong hips clashing against yours forces your body to jolt upward at the rough contact, almost knocking the air out your heaving lungs, feeling how his heavy cock stuffs your gummy walls to the hilt, how you can feel it bulge against your insides, feeling the fat crown of his cock kissing your cervix when he picks back up his mean rhythm..

☰ KENTO NANAMI ,

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— nanami is so gentle and patient with you, even when he grunts a little for having to pull you back against him.. but that doesn't stop him from soothing you, rubbing your tummy that bulges with the thick print of his cock, soothing your flushed face that pearls with beads of sweat and salty tears, and making you cry because it gets too much to handle for your little cunt to take :(

“it's alright sweetheart, you can take it,” nanami seats you back onto him, grasping a vice around the dip of your hips to hold you down, “take your time, you can do it.” he feels you shaking above him, legs trembling and back curling forward in defeat.

“kento i cant— it's too much, i can't..” you whimper, clammy hands clinging to his broad shoulders as a safe haven, and the teary look you give him in failure makes him sigh heavily.

“yes you can,” your eyes lighten, batting up to his in plea as he sits there, cock throbbing deep in your gummy walls, “don't look at me like that and get to it.” he's not asking anymore, hearing the way his demand rolled off his tongue like a sharp blade scratching at your ears.

“but—”

“no. you take it or do i need to do all the work?” nanami’s grip around you tightens, almost pricking his clipped nails into your fevered skin. you quickly swallow down your pitty, knowing, either way, you weren't going to get your way. and knowing you can't take his cock when you're riding him like this, but you can take your time, unlike when he's in control.. and he knows that too.

so, you press your shaky legs upwards and plop back down against him, filling yourself up with the fat of his cock..

☰ CHOSO!

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— his grip gets cruel :( his big callused hands clip around your sides and throat so roughly and firm you can't move, not even a nudge, but only bounce along with the hard thrusts of his hips clashing with yours :( choso just wants you to be a big girl for him..

“move again,” choso was quick to wrap his long, slender fingers around your throat that bobs in sync with your hiccups, “‘n watch what happens.” his threat is cruel to your ears, making your heart swell in defeat, and forcing yourself to settle below him, to open your shaky legs back up and swallow down your hiccups.

he waits and watches you with hooded eyes, they're murky, clouded, and filled with ecstasy but drilled with annoyance from your stubbornness, “you done?” he asks, almost as if he's playing a cruel game with you because his mean grip around your throat only tightens at his question.

hardly the smallest of squeaks falter from between your lips as you try to answer, but the crush to your windpipe is forcing otherwise, almost as if he's tired of hearing you whine..

you nod your head in response.

“good girl.” choso draws his hips back, angling himself just right to pump up his thick cock back into you, to fill you back up and watch you squirm at the debleating pleasure rising at your tummy. and as soon as he picks back up his rhythm, your shaky hands are already trying to push him away, pressing the tips of your fingers against his abdomen, feeling the tense muscles flex beneath the pads of your fingers.

“knock it off,” his free hand swats yours away, “just a little longer, okay? you think you can do that?” he knows he's lying, feeling the need to go all night..

#omgggnshsndbdn #trying to ‘get away’ and they keep pulling u back #ughshagsvsbsbdb #the #hnnnnnnggggggaaaaa

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𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐑 !!

🕷️ CHARACTERS— jock!itadori yuuji x fem!reader x best friend!fushiguro megumi

🕷️ SUMMARY— what started as the worst halloween party you’ve ever gone to ended up in a night you could never in your wildest dream imagine to happen

🕷️ WORD COUNT— 4.5k BABYYYY

🕷️ CONTENT WARNING— swearing, drink spiking, harassment, drugs, halloween frat party, mahito, college au, overprotective and possessive megumi, noncon, overstimulation, dumbification, mmf threesome, marking and hickeys, pet names, praising, oral sex, fingering, clit sucking, double penetration, squirting

KINKTOBER 2022 MASTERLIST

🕷️ A/N— bitch wouldn’t show up in the tags no matter how many time I’ve posted this 👹👹 hopefully it works this time enjoy 💕

Come on! Just relax, have fun,” the male dropped the weight of his arm on your shoulder, body leaning too close to you for your comfort as he whined, eyes training at your cleavage from his taller height.

You hardly knew this man—who introduced himself as Mahito just less than 20 minutes ago and somehow, you found yourself sitting on the couch at the corner of the party along with his friends, unable to find a way to escape from him as he gets all handsy with you.

Nobara had left to use the bathroom just before he dragged you all over there to his group and your other friends are nowhere to be seen, so you couldn’t leave without any help from them. And not to forget that you even promised Megumi you’d wait for him at the front door and Mahito was making things harder for you.

Frustration and annoyance only continued to flare up in your chest the longer you were stuck with him and his half–drunk friends who couldn't even care less about what he was doing.

“I’m sorry but I really have to go right now, please,” you couldn’t handle any second of it anymore, finally breaking the thought of staying polite after his hand crawled up to rest on your thigh. Swiping his hand off of you, disgust glared from within when his friends simply laughed at the seeming amusement you showed while Mahito chuckled as if it was nothing.

“Aww, but I really want to hang out with you,” he teased with that sly smirk brushed across his lips, trying to catch your eyes but you never even bothered to return a single look.

“Too bad I have to leave now,” placing the half–filled drink he gave you on the small coffee table in front of the couch, you pulled yourself up from your seat, leaving an empty spot beside Mahito.

“Ah, you didn’t finish your drink, (Y/N),” he called out, the alcohol now in his hand swirling inside the paper cup as you noticed how the group’s eyes were on you; staring for some reason.

“Does it matter?”

“Nah, it’d be easier for me if you finished it.”

Fucking weirdo, you thought, before you turned to leave, catching the sight of his close–eyed grin and waving hands.

Megumi had left your last message on seen when you checked your phone, making you sigh at his usual manner. A message to distract you from your previous scare would be nice in the least.

The night was chilly when you left the party, the fresh air from the house cramped with dancing bodies that made it a little hard to breathe. The time showed 9 and you still couldn’t find Megumi anywhere outside the front yard or the gates. Perhaps he had already gone inside the party without telling you but you didn’t have the energy to join in just yet. Mahito seemed to have sucked them all out previously.

Otherwise to the muffled music blasting from inside the house and the soft chatters of the few standing in the yard, you thought the moment was still for a second; calm and silent for a night of partying. Then all of a sudden, a single ding from your phone ticked against your eardrums and your heart slightly jumped from the sound.

‘Sorry I’m going to be a little late’

Megumi’s notification appeared on the screen and your tummy did a little flutter at his name before you tapped into his message, thinking hard about how you should tell him about the stranger you just met without him yelling at you to go back home at that moment.

He had already managed to stop you from wearing that bunny costume you were going to match with Nobara at the party all because it was too revealing, lecturing you about the types of guys hanging around at parties and he wouldn’t hesitate to drag you home himself if he knew about what happened.

Your halloween night was already half–ruined by Mahito and you couldn’t finish it off by being stuck at home instead of having fun with everyone else from campus all because of Megumi’s odd protectiveness.

After spinning your head for a few long seconds, you figured it would be best for your circumstances to tell him about it after the party ends; it would be too late for him to do anything anyway. So you simply sent an ‘okay’ before being left on seen once again, letting out a sigh as you waited.

One by one the people outside started to join the party again, leaving you alone sitting on the porch stairs and listening to the lazy croaks of the cicadas and the muffled blasting from the house. With each passing moment, each slipping second and minutes spent just sitting there waiting, you grew more and more impatient, tired of waiting for the male who didn’t seem to be appearing no matter how long of a time you gave him.

9:33 was the point when your body started sweating and your head started spinning—perhaps getting light from irritation and you simply gave up waiting any longer; you had your other friends waiting inside and you desperately needed a drink anyway.

Just as you attempted to balance up onto your feet with hands gripping the stair railing, you thought you heard a familiar voice greeting from behind you, tone annoyingly playful.

“Ah! So you haven’t left, I see,” turning your head around, you’re met with that stitch–face once again.

“Frankenstein is back, huh?” you let out a groan as your lightly rolled your eyes, trying not to add to the pain behind them while you lean your weight against the railing.

“Don’t be like that, you’ll hurt my heart!”

“What do you want? Just leave me alone, dude.”

“Well, you don’t look so good, do you?”

“I mean, if you’d be so kind to leave, I would be in a much better state, to be honest.”

“You’re mean, you know that?” Mahito took a few steps towards you before his grip caught your arm and a laugh escaped his lips.

“Get the fuck away from me—” you tried to shove him away though your strength was nothing but tenuous compared to the frisky male. Even he acted hurt just to mock you, ignoring your demurs and inhaling sharply through his teeth as he clutched his chest and pulled you with him.

All it took was a single blink and you’d already found yourself inside the party house, the smell of spilled beer and sweat punching your nostrils as Mahito dragged you through the crowd of dancing drunks.

The crowds seemed to grow when you felt Mahito’s hold ripped away from your arm—sticky bodies started bumping into you from every angle once you’ve lost your source of walking support; causing you to tumble back into someone when a body accidentally shoved itself towards your front.

A choked cough came from behind you as you tried to stabilise yourself on your two feet before turning your head to face the stranger, rubbing your eye with the side of your hand as you sniffled, trying to think up an apology through the growing dizziness in your head.

“Hey, ya’ fine?” the stranger questioned, giving you a hand after watching you struggle for a second, and almost instinctively, your fingers grabbed onto his support.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” you tried to speak through the music and noisy revelry. Though you’re simply met with a ‘huh?’.

Just as you prepared to squeeze your way out of the middle of the crowd, you caught a glimpse of Mahito’s blue hair and a swift idea quickly swiped through your head—perhaps this person could help you in dealing with that persistent male and you’ll be able to go back home safe.

“Hey—!”

“Hey—!” both you and Mahito synchronised at the same time, his attention on you while yours on the new hope you’re gripping onto. The stitch–face immediately wore a look of realisation the moment he registered the scene. And he wasted no time in grabbing your arm and tugging you to him, praying that you wouldn’t cause any scene before he caught you again.

As though he could sense something was wrong, the other male held you surprisingly sturdy at your spot, unwilling to let Mahito take you away from his side.

“Ya’ sure you’re fine?”

“I’m her friend—“

“I’m asking her though,” the stranger cut Mahito off before turning to face you, hands held tight with yours.

“Shit you’re my friend, leave me alone,” if your words weren’t enough to show your hostility towards the male, the evident glower on your face could speak just enough for you. Plus the stare the cop–uniformed male bore into his skull must’ve stroke something in him that he was finally willing to walk off, chuckling under his breath as he shook his head.

“Woah, what a weirdo, right?”

“Thanks for your help…”

“Itadori Yuuji!”

“Thanks, Itadori,” you smiled at him before you let his name sink into your mind and you snapped clear at who he really is—Itadori Yuuji, the hot jock freshman who’s already popular all throughout campus and fuck did he live up to the words.

“Do you need like, help with anything else? I can drive you back home if you’re okay with that.”

“Yeah, but I really need a drink first,” you chuckled.

“There’s a drink station somewhere there, I'll bring ya’?” the sunshine-smile of his pierced through your heart just like a spear after his words and there was no way to turn him down after he has used that infamous smile on you. So you almost instantly nodded your head at him, a gentle heat resting across your cheeks.

Itadori managed to pave a way through the crowd, nearly everyone saying a 'hi' or giving him a nod as he walked passed them. It would be much tougher for you to leave if it wasn't for him, you'd admit.

The drink station he had mentioned was just outside at the backyard, also filled with people all around and you saw a few making out in the pool. Though you quickly whipped your head towards Itadori when offered a plastic cup of drink to you, an obvious glow of heat on your face.

“So, you never told me yer’ name,” he glanced over to you as he took a sip of his drink, leaning his back against the wall.

“I'm (Y/N).”

“And what are you supposed to be?” he jokingly teased as he pointed at your outfit—a simple last minute choice of a crop top and a miniskirt. And you surely wouldn't be standing there being asked that question if it wasn't for Megumi.

“A college girl on a normal day, I guess.”

“Original. I'll give ya’ that.”

“Thanks. Well, your costume looks great too,” you cocked your head to the side while you checked him out from head to toe. A police cap sitting on the pink mess of his hair with the short sleeves of the uniform tight around his brawny arms and a handcuff hanging from his pocket; you weren't lying with your words in the slightest.

His eyes caught yours when your sight trailed back up to his face, a slight spark of desire flickering in his brown orbs and you’re sure the same burn could be seen over your features. And as though something had pumped through your veins, disregarding your senses urging you to catch onto your wants—your lips were on Itadori’s in a swift moment.

There was a pause in him before his lips moulded into you, tasting you in his mouth as his hand moved your face closer to him by the back of your head.

You’re not even sure how things were heading so fast, something inside of you acting on your wants and only your wants and there seemed to be no way in taming the blaze from within; your body was simply acting on itself.

But you weren’t going to lie about how good it felt with his larger hand resting on the back of your head, your tongues snaking and tasting one and another in a seemingly never–ending game.

Your vision started to blur when your lips parted, the air between the two of you warm with your puffs as you began sweating from the heat; your head feeling heavy for some reason.

“Hey…don’t you think it’s getting really hot here?” you breathed, hands holding onto his as you spoke.

“We can go into a room if you like?” his fingers were on your cheeks, rubbing the few wild strands of your hair between his two digits. And wordlessly, you nodded.

The painfully aggressive beats of the music definitely didn’t help in the gradual pounding of your head once you entered the house again. It was as if explosions were going off with each loud pump of the speakers and you didn’t even have the energy to pull yourself away from everything, starting to let the queasiness catch up to you.

Itadori was speaking with one of his friends and you didn’t catch what they were saying over the music so you stood there waiting for a few seconds before he’s back again, this time leading you to one of the rooms in the hallway.

You half–expected to see a couple naked inside the room when the door threw open and the light flickered on—but the bedroom was empty to your realisation; rare in a party this big and you guessed the house had many other rooms occupied instead.

Then with not a second wasted, your lips were back on each other again; this time hungrier for more. His hands were no longer resting shy on the back of your head or face, now feeling over the curve of your ass and the skin beneath your shirt.

His fingers were more calloused than you would have thought, roughened up throughout the years of sport and goosebumps rose all over your skin with his touch.

The dizziness in your head seemed to have cooled down once you had made it to the bed, Itadori straddling over you while his hands worked on lifting your top off of your head, leaving only your bra on.

“Hey, you okay?” he lightly shook your arm, watching the way your head lolled to the side and your eyes growing heavier with each blink. It took a while for you to get his words, each letter leisurely dropping into your ears and you paused for a while before faintly nodding at him, fingers tugging his hair to pull him back to your lips.

Your eyes shut close when you felt his hands coming up to cup your breasts, clipping your bra off as his mouth trailed down your chin to your neck, lightly picking at your skin with his teeth before sucking on the spots, making you slip out a few moans from his doings.

Then just as another mewl was about to leave your lips when his fingers played at your buds, he swallowed them into his mouth before sucking on your lower lips. And you realised that your body was his already plaything, too pleasurable to move, enjoying every single brush of his fingers against your body before you thought you caught the sound of the door slamming shut all of a sudden.

“Fushiguro?” Itadori called out in both confusion and surprise, whipping his head around to the male standing perhaps even more shocked at the door.

You were beneath Itadori, looking as if you’ve passed out or intoxicated with something with your body half–naked and neck marked in bites. It took a few long moments for Megumi to gather his mind and the first thought that came to his head was to kill his friend.

“Fuck are you doing, Itadori?!” the male yelled, furious and ready to throw a punch as he gripped onto Itadori’s collar. Though his irate attention slipped for a second when you let out a kind of groan, bringing his eyes to the puffiness of your reddened lips and bare breasts.

“Megumi…?” there was no way to deny the boner growing in his pants with the way you speak his name and the state you’re in—you looked so fucking hot.

“Calm down, man. It’s not like you’re her boyfriend, right?”

“What did I say about not to fuck with her?” Megumi threw a glare before pushing the other male off of you, cupping and lifting your face up to find the whites of your eyes red just like what he expected; you must’ve been either drinking too much or drugged.

Taking his jacket off, Megumi covered your upper body with it before Itadori stopped him, “You’re not leaving with her, right?”

“It has nothing to do with you—”

“Don’t you see this chance?” a glint of idea flashed through Itadori’s eyes; temptation and Megumi knew that whatever he was going to spew out wouldn’t be anything good. “She’s like, I don’t know—I think someone drugged her or something. So why not…”

“You’re fucking with me.”

“Kugisaki told me you like her, but—”

“You’re speaking nonsense,” Megumi cut before another groan left your lips, and god you had no idea how pretty you were in his arms, intoxicated and vulnerable to any lecherous man he had always warned you about.

She won’t even know.

It wasn’t Itadori’s voice that was luring him into the sinful thought of succumbing to his perverted desire—it was his own voice attempting to entice himself.

Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?

All those fucking years.

There was a push inside his chest that made him near your face, merely less than an inch away from your lips; the same lips that he had always thought about giving even the slightest kiss. And when you yourself, in your fuzzy state closed the space between the two of you, Megumi swore his heart was trying to dig out of his ribs, pounding and beating inside of him.

You tasted even better than he had thought, the tingles in his spine spreading throughout his whole body until everything on his mind was you and your sweetness, tongue exploring your wet cavern and pulling every moan left in the back of your throat.

Fingers playing at the hemline of your skirt, he finally gathered enough courage to let them slither down to your inner thigh, plump and smooth beneath his fingertips as he drew circles on your skin.

Megumi jolted up when you let out a quiet squeal at the touch of your clit through your damp panties and the sudden suck of your mounds. Impatient as ever, Itadori playfully smirked at him when the ebony–haired glanced down over to your chest.

Bitterness and irksomeness loaded inside of him just at the sight of Itadori touching your body but he knew he didn’t have any right to kick him out of the room considering the fact that he was the one who gave the idea of such twisted pleasure.

Pushing your panties to the side, Megumi let a finger dip into your pussy, wet and dripping with arousal as you whined for more—greedy to feel his fingers reaching deep in your cunt.

Both of their cocks twitched when the squelching of your pussy filled the room as you clenched onto Megumi’s long fingers each time he rubbed deep inside your folds, his mouth now latching onto your clit; sucking and circling the hardened bud while Itadori eats up the messy moans out of your lips.

“Mm—I think 'm gonna cum!” you gasped against Itadori’s lips, clamping Megumi’s head between your thighs while he continued sucking on your clit, pumping his length in and out of you as your hands tried to push his head away and your hips buckled away from him. “N–No, no, no more!”

“Shh, it's okay. Just be good,” Itadori cooed at you, locking both of your hands together with the handcuffs in his pocket before caressing the side of your face with his palm.

“Please—'m gonna cum again!” beads of tears drew from the edges of your eyes while you pled and whined. They were lucky the music outside was loud enough to drown out your cries or else someone might’ve come in to catch a glimpse at you.

Your body jerked up when the second gale of pleasure burst through your tummy, your essence gushing all over Megumi’s chin which finally made him release your clit with a surprise.

“Fuck, man. You made her squirt?” Itadori laughed, watching the way Megumi’s face grew into a shade of red as his chin glistened under the light, your wetness dripping off of his chin before he rubbed them off with the sleeves of his sweater.

“No shit, you got protection?”

“There’s only one in my wallet,” silence ensued after Itadori’s reply. “I think.”

Itadori wasted no time scrambling to take out his wallet, searching through it to find one inside—and another at the back pocket of it, relieving the both of them from the scare before the pink–haired handed one to Megumi.

“Double?” a question from one and a nod from the other.

Your breathing evened when the two of them left your body alone to speak whatever you couldn’t register and all of a sudden, you were pulled up to a sitting position by your arm before Megumi’s lips crashed against yours.

You could feel yourself still slightly sensitive from your previous orgasm, pussy warm and dripping wet when Itadori’s fingers played with your clit from behind, “No more…please.”

”But we haven’t had our fun yet,” his fingers now trailed up to your hips as he busied his lips with peppering kisses on your nape and back.

“I’ll go easy,” a sharp gasp jumped out of your throat just as Megumi finished his sentence, cock slipping into your warm cunt as he held back a groan.

His years of wet dreams about the look on your face when he first enter your pussy and the late–night thoughts of how you’d beg for his cock while he fucked his fist came down now—your glistening eyes widened and plump lips trembling in the slightest.

“Fuck—so pretty…so tight,” Megumi’s voice shook a little as he buried himself inside of you, inhaling the smell of your hair as his hips paused into a stop for you to get used to his size. All the girls he had fucked never felt better than you, his pretty best friend with her pretty little cunt, and it took everything in him to stop himself from coming right there.

Another cry left your lips when Itadori lifted your leg up and entered his cock into your cunt, your forehead threw forward to rest on Megumi’s collarbone as you sob about how full you were.

“Too much! Too full!” your cries were only met with a peck of Megumi’s lips, kissing away a trail of a tear off of your cheek before slowly moving his hips.

“You can take this, right?” his voice soothed the panic inside of you as his hand stroked your head, his dark irises showing the gentle reflection of yourself, and without even thinking, you nodded at him.

Itadori’s pace was faster than Megumi’s, unsteady, or that he tried to hold himself back but failed. The tightness and friction in your pussy were overwhelming for him—it felt too good to keep himself back, and eventually, he greedily pistoled into you with each push harder and faster.

“Oi, Itadori w–wait!” his friend called his name out, trying to stop him but it was no use and both you and him are turning into a moaning mess, your eyes shedding tear after tear while Itadori’s hands gripped onto your hips as he fucked your cunt. The sight was fucking hot, hotter than he’d imagined and Megumi figured you’re going to be fine if he starts moving faster anyway.

So with his lips reassuring you that you’d be fine, he sped up his pace and watched the way your face turned into a pretty sob, attempting to squirm out between the two of them but it was simply all useless and you were at the mercy of them.

The slight ache of their cocks abusing your hole only added to the pleasure, making your cunt clench around the both of them and earning swears and grunts.

“C–Cumin’! M’cumming—!” your muscles tensed up tight as you cried and you don’t even know whose cock is whose anymore, your head only filled with the thoughts of how good it felt.

“Yeah? Fuck—cum for us, princess,” Itadori bit his teeth into the skin of your shoulder as his fingers played with your sensitive nipples, his words turning into a trigger as you came—twitching dumbly between them.

“Shit—ngh, such a good girl,” Megumi could already feel himself close and he was sure he was going to cum when your pussy squeezed their cocks, your body already limp in his arms, succumbing to pure euphoria and seeing whites.

“Gonna cum too, haah,” Itadori snaked his arms around your waist, tightening them as he rutted into your cunt, the friction making Megumi’s cock pulsing and throbbing.

“S–Stop going so rough—” the dark–haired was cut off by the sudden loud squeal of yours, your pussy squirting out your essence onto their thighs and catching them by surprise before Itadori finally came, hard as his arms tightened around you even more.

“Fuck, did she just squirt again?” Itadori panted, reaching his hand over to grab your face before turning it to look at you. Your eyes were glossy with tears, your orbs hazy–looking and drool was seeping out from your lips; and without a doubt, they knew they’ve fucked you dumb.

The pink–haired put a thumb into your mouth and almost instinctively, you began twirling your tongue around the digit, sucking on it as you lightly moaned on his finger while Megumi bounced you on his cock. The sight only brought him to his orgasm, his seed shooting spurt after spurt in your warm cunt and he swore he never had a better orgasm.

Otherwise to the muffled music from out the door, the three of your panting filled the warm room, your bodies sticky and the bed damp from sweat and cum.

This is bliss, Megumi thought. His pretty best friend on his chest with her pretty little cunt twitching from his cock before Itadori poked his head over yours, another familiar glint flashing across his eyes.

“We can totally pull–out, right?”

#holy SHIT #HOLY DAMN #megumi getting tempted through yuuji oh my goooooooood #it’s so good #literally; LITCHERALLY delicious #the fuckjn #goddamn #dp in 1 hole usually makes me aaa but in this i was screamin & bouncin off the walls #megumi is so perfectly almost good but it was way too easy for yuuji to convince him #maybe megumi had thought about it before #i am thinking so hard rn

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‘ REPUTATION! — tomura shigaraki.

☰ ft : incel! tomura x f! bimbo! reader

+ synopsis : there's a big frat party going on the day a major project is due, maybe the incel of the school wouldn't mind a deal. | est. 1.2k wc

cw/tw : sws + quirkless/college au, shiggy is creepy, dry humping, shiggy drools, humilation(?), shiggy slander. shiggy premature ejaculates.

the tight clutch you have on the hem of your short pink skirt is out of annoyance, disgust, and discomfort. just sitting near him was already enough, but working with him on a project in his dorm room made you want to gag.

the cans of monster engulfing the small trash can that was barely noticeable in the corner of his room, the pitiful amount of figurines and collectibles that all stood on his cluttered desk alongside candy wrappers and stains of skeptical dried up liquids, the piled-up dirty clothes stacked on a peeled leather chair, and even to the odd smell that lingered in his room, which reminded you of a sewer on a hot day.. or maybe of a wet dog?

you couldn't figure it out and didn't want to.

honestly, out of all the students in the classroom, you end up with the naturally nastiest, weirdest, and quietest one, shigaraki? but, he was smart.. maybe the smartest student out of the entire class– college, but that doesn't make up for your discomfort.. and he can tell you were beyond uncomfortable in his presence, but honestly, he couldn't care about what you were thinking or feeling.

he just wants to get this art project over with.

"i can finish this off. you can leave." the sound of his raspy voice crushing through the thick awkward silence there was made you flinch slightly. it was like the first time hearing this man talk, ever.

your eyes flicker towards him as your glossy lips pucker and your brows furrow at his offer, which sounded like winning buzzers to your ears but you knew you had to stay. and honestly, that was the only thing you knew about this project.

"as much as i want to, shigaraki, but mr. aizawa said that this project is a.. uh.. whatcha ma call it?"

"collaborative?”

"oh, yeah! that weird word! a col-lab-o-ra-tive project and i don't wanna get in trouble for not doing it with you. so, i will stay, sadly.." you say highly. having to break down that big word for your diminutive brain as your sharp pink nails tap at your blank piece of paper in front of you. and that blank piece of paper was was supposed to be filled with notes hours ago.

shigaraki looked at you as if you had a rotting fish for a brain, your thoughts equally foul..

"okay then," shigaraki mutters, twitching his dried-out eyes back to his own paper.. that was filled with crucial notes, "it's not like you were doing anything anyway," he grumbles low into his baggy sweater, not audible enough for you to hear.

"hm, what was that?” you asked mindlessly and he simply ignored you.

you huff in annoyance seeing how he clearly dismissed your question but your head tilts softly to the side, keeping your beaming eyes on his side profile, and your face was contorting the longer you stared at him.

his greasy and unkept pale hair that looks like thick ropes swaying softly around his withered face. his dull crimson pupils in dying need of eye drops scanning over his paper, which they sat above baggy and wrinkly eyelids that drooped in exhaustion. his few deep dry scars that dragged over his right eyelid and the left side of his lips.. those thin uneven lips.. cracked and dried out.. always making it tempting for you to slide over your cheery lip bomb to him.

yet, that small mole under the right side of his lips you thought was..

cute.

“what?” his annoyed face snaps over towards your curious one. your eyes widen slightly at his bitterness, making you pout, your chest to puff upwards and your bare legs to cross over each other out of defense. it was hard for shigaraki to keep his irritated eyes connected with your magnified ones when your skirt traveled upwards from the sudden lift of your leg. though, he could still see the smooth skin of your fleshy thighs in his peripheral view..

“nothing.” you hiss out, but this unwanted tension was quickly overruled by the buzzing of your pink phone across from you.

it was like a magnet.

your head snapping over and your manicured hands reaching out for it and without hesitation, you picked up the dazzling phone without looking at the caller id.

"hey sissy! what are you doing?!" the pitch of your voice made shigaraki cringe. but his perverted eyes took this chance to glance down at your thighs for a better look as you twirled with your hair and mindlessly spoke with your friend about something that went through one of his ears and out the other. the only thing he picked up was,

"party?! can't project. after school. mm, why not? can't make it then.. but maybe.."

you kept babbling on about something he did not care about, at all, he was too focused on your thighs that we're suddenly being more exposed to.. him? the grip he had on his dull pencil tightened the moment he noticed your delicate hand playing around with the hem of your skirt, pulling the soft fabric up higher and revealing more of your skin to him.

wait.

what.

shigaraki's poppy-colored eyes darted up to yours and he almost choked up on his saliva. you were gazing at him with just the right look of heat in your eyes to make a strong pang shoot between his legs that very second. that look of ardor was glossed heavily in your gaze, a chemistry of passion and need, a seed of love, an invitation for him.

you didn't just look at him, you looked into him.

it made his numbing brain wonder why you're gazing at him with such a ravishing intent? it made his brain stutter with questions, but the moment you pulled in your bottom glossy lip by your teeth, only to let it bounce back down into place, shigaraki's brain flat wired.

"okay, i'll see you then.” you hang up the phone with a tedious smile displayed as you began to play with your exposed collar bone lightly as your other tapped softly at your thigh.

"so, shiggy– mind if i call you that, right?" the playful smile you presented to him made his head nod unknowingly.

“good, well, maybe we can work up that offer you said? and i'll pay you back in return?" you flicker your alluring eyes up at him as he just ogled at you with his mouth slightly agape.

"hm? what do you say? it would be very sweet of you if you did," you push yourself forward into his personal space, a hand sliding up his slim thigh to squeeze at. the sudden touch made shigaraki's usual slouch to be replaced by a stiff mannequin pose. "and i'm sure you don't want to give up such a deal, with me." the warmth of your breath layered against his lips; you were so close to him, practically crawling in his lap.

shigaraki was having a hard time forming the right words without them sounding all jumbled up, and it was never a great sign when his conversation-to-be is sounding witty in his head, but he managed to choke out, "w-what, are you trying to do?" he croaked, unfamiliar with a woman's touch.

you giggled sweetly, leaning back with a small pouty smile.

"what do you think, silly? you said you can finish the rest of this alone, yeah? so, you do this for me and i’ll make you cum.” you coo, as the grip you have on his thigh moved over to his groin to show him by what you meant more clearly, as if he didn't get the hint already. and you can feel the obvious tent pressing up against the buckle of his black jeans.

“mm, seems like your up for the offer, huh?"

you tease him, giving his hardness a soft squeeze only for him to buck his hips slightly up into your touch. it made you giggle seeing how sensitive he was and the boggled look in his eyes.

you can see he was visibly sweating, bad, all out of nervousness. his face was so flushed with heat it looked like he was going to have a stroke. hell, he just might because one of the prettiest girls in the entire school is touching him and not just touching him, rubbing his erection. it was like a wet dream he always had with you and he tried biting the inside of his cheek to check if it was because this surely can't be real, right?

a pretty girl like you wouldn't be touching a worthless guy like him.

right?

"sooo?" you squeeze his bulge harder, and this made him realize this was all so very real. it made his head spiral for a second as you felt around the outline of his cock and you were pretty impressed, almost shockingly impressed. the feel of his girth was overwhelming in sheer mass and the small thump you could feel every time it twitched made you unintentionally rub your thighs rub together.

"y-yes, i can finish it. you do whatever you want." the desperation in his voice to finally be touched by a woman is so embarrassing and you can feel him already softly humping against your palm for more friction. it was quite a sight to see and you wanted to see a little more..

even though you were holding back the acid-like vomit in the back of your throat for even touching him. you gulped it painfully down and easily slid into his lap, ignoring that pungent musk radiating from him. the moment you firmly planted your plush ass against his crotch, feeling his impressive erection prodding against your cunt through the soft fabrics of your panties, he let out a pitiful moan. it was so pitiful, yet, so pleasing to hear a man be so desperate for a simple touch from you.

you can tell he's never had this type of contact from a woman– contact from anyone in general. and shigaraki stingily savored this sensation of you rubbing your clothed cunt against his stiffness.

you could feel your velvety walls clench around nothing, cunt fluttering at the friction against your puffy clit as his rough, callused hands suddenly glued themselves to your thighs, squeezing, cupping, and massaging every inch of them. the rough feeling of his hands and the tight grip he has on you made you feel, appreciated..

as his adventurous hands roam around your skin, they fumble at the hem of your skirt and greedily moved it upwards to see more of a view. his mouth watered, seeing the cute little pink panties your wearing that pressed up against his aching bulge. this feeling of this was as if he could perceive your sins through the electromagnetic spark that crackled when his skin connected with yours.

your glossy lips curl as you coil your fingers around the small white buttons of your uniform and slowly began to unbuckle them. shigaraki's rosy eyes beamed straight up at each pop of those little buttons. each one popping open revealed more of your chest, and all the way down to your tummy.

he caught the drool that almost dribbled out from between his lips the moment your breast bounced in front of his face. the sight of your soft and round flesh was something he's never thought he will ever admire.

you smirk, shooting a playful wink at him as you took one of his hands to place on one of your soft breasts. the look on his face was just astonishingly funny to you. it was as if he was a little boy receiving a present he's been longing for on christmas.

and this present made him feel like he was going to cum.

“oh, fuck.” and so, he did.. this sight, this friction between the two of you was too much. so much, it made his eyes clench tightly together and his hips to buck up against you; embarrassingly creaming himself in his tight pants with a hot load of fresh cum, the drool he thought he had swallowed back now dribbling down the fat of your thigh.

the whine he let out as the greedy hold he had on your hips tightened, squeezing at your soft flesh as a safe haven. your jaw almost dropped, already feeling his sticky load seeping through the seam of his jeans.

he is so sensitive you thought, and the whine he let out as he came made you beam. you could still feel his cock throbbing, the excitement he was feeling was unreal, and you couldn't help but grind your hips against his as a brutal tease.

“pfft, i knew this would be easy.. you really have never touched a woman before!” hearing you say that with a tedious giggle split his already whittled ego apart. being an average twenty-year-old male in college without the experience of a woman always poked fun at his manhood. but now, hearing it come from a preppy, idiotic school girl like you, who's always made fun of him silently in the back of class with your friends really pissed him off.

“you really are a loser, huh?”

you giggle some more and this set him off the edge internally.

“well, i made you cum, sooo, finish the rest of this? mkay, you weirdo?” you hit at his thumping chest softly before fumbling out of his lap, quickly fixing yourself up.

shigaraki’s breathing is still heavy as he's still struggling to come down from cloud nine. his heavy eyes hood, watching you collect all of your stuff together in your small pink purse. he breathes out, still, in shock that a pretty girl like you made him cum like this.

“anywhore, tell anyone about this, i’ll cut your balls off. i don't want anyone knowing i was touching an incel like you ‘n ruin my reputation.” you chirp out, unknowingly you're making a hatred in his heart for you to deepen.

“wait, wait!” the strain in his voice was harsh, it was as if he was cumming again. your brow cocked up at him, “i’ll do all of your projects for the rest of the year if you—”

“no! perv.. well.. maybe.. i’ll think about it.”

#ugh my type #i’m in love with this pathetic hateful man #wanna give him a big fat kiss

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