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agent-tempest · 6 months
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When Pekka says ''Then we are even" and Kaz replies "Not even close" Damn that mf really does not remember anything does he
He had the audacity to say, ThEn We ArE eVeN. No bitch we are not and never will be EvEn
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anxiousandpessimistic · 7 months
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Kaz: (sees Jesper and Wylan kissing) Kaz: Eveyone's gone crazy Kaz: (sees someone hurting them) Kaz: Don't you dare fucking touch them
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austajunk · 1 month
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5, 18, 43 for Soumaeda (i seriously love your stuff with them!) Maybe komaeda recording himself doing stuff to souda and using it as blackmail of some kind?
Thank you very much! I'm glad some still like my ficlets bullying Kaz. <3
Let's say that this takes place after Chapter Two of SDR2 where Kazuichi had (foolishly) ambushed Nagito in the old building with Nekomaru. Now Nagito is out to teach Kazuichi something new about himself.
Triggers: Non-consensual Sex, Prostate Milking, Rimming, Blackmail, Humiliation, Mindbreak, and Drugs/Forced Drug Taking.
Fic beneath the cut!
“Come on, Souda-kun. Open up…”
Kazuichi winced, sinking back into the pillow. His hands were bound above his head to his bed with the sleeves of his own jumpsuit. He wasn't so secured that he couldn't wriggle or eventually tug himself free, but his captor didn't really care about that. Nagito Komaeda had moved aside plenty of times for Kazuichi's lewd face to be captured by the video cameras of the island.
The mechanic was strung up so pitifully, sweat dripping over his slender body with his legs locked. His cock had gone flaccid after another brutal fucking, but somehow… call it luck, Nagito simply wasn't tired yet. The shallow breaths of exasperation that came from Kazuichi's lips only served to excite the Ultimate Luckster more. His pale, naked body joined Kazuichi's, leaning over him to offer his poor captive the pill between his own lips.
Viagra.
Kazuichi stifled a cry in his throat. The camera had already captured every angle of his face locked in blissful ecstasy, shooting his load across the bed every time Nagito fingered his ass. He didn’t want to be hard again. He wanted to close his eyes, to rest. But Nagito, who seemed blessed with an endless stamina, demanded more and more. He would wait five minutes after each load his shot inside or outside of Kazuichi’s body, then he would slip that magical pill between his lips to raise him back from the dead.
“Komaeda… please…haha… I can't go again…there's nothing left…” He tried to reason.
The tears welled up in his eyes. He gritted his sharp teeth together, trying to contain himself. He could cry and cry and no one would hear him from this contained, soundproof cottage.
Drenched in sweat and his and Nagito's cum smeared across his body, Kazuichi felt like the stench of sex was ingrained into his skull. Nagito pressed his lips gently to Kazuichi's and forced him to accept the pill. Kazuichi didn't bite or lash out. It was as he said. He didn't have anything left.
Days after the second trial, after Nagito had been released, the Luckster had appeared on his doorstep To share a drink with the classmate who had strung him up in the old building. The next thing Kazuichi knew, he had been stripped down to his boxers, his green jumpsuit had been shredded and used to strap him against his bed, and Nagito was in between his legs and cupping the bulge forming between his legs. Hours later, Kazuichi had been inside Nagito's ass no less than four times. Maybe it was more in his sleep. Kazuichi was too delirious to know for sure. Nagito bucked and rode him, groaning as Kazuichi's four inches expanded his tight walls.
And how could Kazuichi resist? It was his first time and he felt… something. It was a foreign sensation in his groin, being so deep inside Nagito's warm, tight walls. Before he knew it, he was crying and rocking back and forth to match Nagito's pace. Nagito would stroke his chin and bring their lips together. The mechanic would part his lips and mash their tongues together, unable to keep himself for wanting to taste his captor. Whatever Nagito had slipped to him was powerful. He had Kazuichi losing himself entirely until each climax, each pitiful shot of white spunk was fired on camera.
“You're sticky again, Souda-kun,” Nagito taunted smoothly. He pressed his fingers to Kazuichi's lips after the pill slid in. He swallowed and obediently licked Nagito's fingers to take in the salty flavor of his own precum. Nagito was stroking him again, working him painfully back to a half-erect state. Kazuichi diligently suckled on his fingers for a few moments, closing his eyes. The taste distracted him. He inhaled the sweltering musk trapped in the walls of his cottage and shuddered inwardly. His cock was twitching again. He wanted to weep. Against his desires, the magical pill was already working.
“No more…ah…” Kazuichi sucked in a breath as Nagito's wet fingers traced his lips. “I can't come anymore…”
Nagito chuckled lightly. His green eyes narrowed. He slipped between Kazuichi's legs and lifted them over his shoulders. “That's alright,” he said brightly with a wave. “Let's try something… a bit wetter, okay?”
Wetter? Kazuichi had no idea what he meant. Nagito had already explored his own body more than he had ever done. He was trembling as Nagito dipped between his thighs and rested upon a soft spot beneath his sack and before his asshole. He gave the perineal area a gentle lick. Kazuichi moaned, his eyes widening at the strange, new sensation. Nagito licked him again, adoration put into every touch. His hand glided over Kazuichi's cock as he moved between licking closer to his anus ring and then lapping at his perennial.
“Fuck… no…no…” Kazuichi whimpered, shaking on the spot. It was wet. And odd. It felt like it shouldn't be allowed. The hot saliva from Nagito's tongue coated his asshole, a welcomed feeling when the mechanic was so sore from taking Nagito's meatier cock inside of him just twenty minutes ago. “Please-! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have tied you up! I'm sorry! Why…Why are you doing this?!”
He bucked and tried to knock Nagito away from him, attempting to close his legs. But Nagito sighed, shook his head, and merely sat upon Kazuichi’s thighs. “I don't care about that,” he uttered to Kazuichi.
“What…?” Kazuichi hissed incredulously. Sweat coated his forehead. “Then… then why?”
“You're built up,” said Nagito simply. He tilted his head at the mechanic, lifting his legs back up to rest on his shoulder. “And you're weak. If anyone is likely to give into despair, it's probably you. And the only one keeping you from that is… probably Hinata-kun.”
Kazuichi's mouth went dry. Heat spread across his cheeks at the mention of his “soul brother”. “What… but…but I…”
Shooting him a judging look, Nagito quieted him. “Somehow… I want to be the one that lifts you up, Souda-kun.” He panted, his own hand slipping down to rub himself. “I want to… I want to make you shine. You'll stay true to Hope for me, won't you?”
He then darkly chuckled and nodded to the video cameras set up. He bought a few from the supermarket as well, turning them all to focus on the slutty, pathetic faces Kazuichi gave him each time he came. “Well… even if I can't give you Hope, I can stop you from going to Hinata-kun… unless you're alright with him watching videos of your cum-stained face…”
Kazuichi's face sank. His eyes darted between each and every single camera aimed at him. Who… who could he go to? Humiliation glowed crimson in his cheeks and his eyes were burning with a new release of tears. Nagito's tongue added to the sensation, slipping inside of his asshole. Lubricating him. “Hnghn… ah…anghh…” Kazuichi cried. He sniffled and threw himself back against his pillow. Sore arms and a humiliated libido kept him weeping and rocking against Nagito's tongue. He had to feel it deeper. His cock twitched and pulsed for Nagito to stroke him again.
“It's okay,” Nagito whispered huskily, raising from his ass. “We aren't going to stop any time soon. I'll give you all you need.”
A finger circled and teased Kazuichi's asshole. Then, it slipped inside. Kazuichi groaned, arching his back. He offered himself. The last pieces of himself to be broken. There was nothing left. Another finger joined the first in his puckered asshole, making scissoring motions to loosen him up again. They burrowed deeper… deeper until they found a special button.
“Aieee!” Kazuichi yipped like a wounded beast. The overwhelming pressure felt like he was going to lose control of himself and wet the bed. It was a hot spike of pleasure filtered through him as Nagito's fingers stroked the prostate inside of him, wriggling and pressing the button until Kazuichi was rocking back and forth. “Hmph!! Ngh…ah…I don't want to c-come from my ass–!!” He cried out, his hips undulating faster. Whatever he did, he couldn't move away. Nagito's fingers hooked him. His other hand cupped his cock and stroked him off. There was no escape.
“No…nahah…not from my…not from there-!” The humiliation wouldn't end. The last dregs of his mind were shattering…
“Souda-kun… you keep moving like this… all just for my fingers…” That calm voice chided him with another little chuckle. “...it's actually really cute. You're kind of cute like this, Souda-kun.”
A third finger inserted past Kazuichi's tight ring and he couldn't stop himself from moaning louder. The pleasure pooled through his groin, looking to burst through his entire being. Kazuichi shut his eyes, his voice getting louder until… he released. With a loud grunt, clear, translucent fluid spilled from his cock, staining the sheets beneath him once again.
It puddled beneath him on the bed, permeating the room with a renewed musk of heat and sex. Kazuichi dropped to his pillow, twitching and panting. The stars were locked behind his eyes and he labored there, stuck in a pure, hot afterglow. His orgasm was intense, only fading in slow waves throughout his body. When he opened his eyes, those white tufts of bushy hair filled his vision. Nagito met his lips for a deep kiss. And once again, Kazuichi could not refuse him.
“I'll let you rest,” said Nagito as they parted. The saliva still connected their lips. “For an hour… then… another pill should do the trick…” He buried himself into the crook of the mechanic's neck.
Kazuichi didn't hear him. He was out cold, fading fast into the sweet depths of sleep…
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cristalbeesnow · 2 months
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raidenfanclub · 2 years
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Sad Kaz :(
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lissa-edem · 1 year
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Kaz, furiously: why the hell do I always say «yes»!?
Jesper: deep-deep in your cold, dark heart you love us. and we really need your evil brains right now.
Zoya: we?!
Nikolai: Zoya, my love, we're in the same boat.
Helnick and Wylan: can someone explain the plan, please?
Kaz: can you all shut up and let me make the fucking plan!?
Inej, as the only calm person: I've got coffee and waffles. you - eat. Kaz - stop yelling.
Others, even Zoya: fine.
Kaz: thank you, Inej.
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"You know you look pretty cute in that space suit, believe it or not. Hehehe~" Kaz teasingly winks with a flirty smile
"I just need this spacesuit to get around, so thanks?"
Poor Rusty didn't have a clue at why the compliment, she wasn't the fastest with that kind of thing, but the spacesuit itself was necessary for travelling to alien planets where it tended to be sandy or anything that could get into or damage Rusty's exposed doll-joints.
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All I can think about recently is that there are three main career options for Grishaverse main characters:
A) Child soldier
B) Criminal
C) ✨Both✨
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downn-in-flames · 2 years
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this is the only part of the s2 sneak peek i care about FIVE CROWS IN A SINGLE SHOT
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one-of-crows · 9 months
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Nina: I love to gaslight men
Matthias: what is gaslighting?
Nina: Don't play dumb hun, you already know
Matthias: No I don't
Inej: Yes you do
Matthias: No I don't???
Nina: I literally told you yesterday
Matthias: No you did not.
Jesper: I heard that convo she did tell you
Matthias: Bye I'm off to hellgate
Wylan: No you aren't
Matthias: Yes I am
Wylan: Oh ok bye
Matthias: deeply confused and traumatized
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anxiousandpessimistic · 4 months
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Jesper: If I punch myself and it hurts, does that mean i'm weak or strong Wylan: Strong Matthias: Weak Kaz: An idiot
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mysticmiav · 4 months
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I feel like we as a society don't talk enough about the fact that Kaz litrly gauges someone's eye out with his hands. Gloved, sure, but with his fucking hands nontheless. I still sometimes forget that this happened and casually remember it every once in a while and I just sit there like huh. that's that.
Like this boy can't handle physical contact, his fuck-it-we-fight or fucking-flight response kicks in when someone, anyone, inej even, touches him even with layers of clothes between them. He stiffens and turns into bricks and is probably thinking of ways to cut off that hand and toss it off the face of the planet and yet, this mf goes "hmm yes weapon of choice: my hand" when beating up Oomen. Jesper mustve flinched to see kaz being kaz. Matthias and wylan traumatized for life. I traumatized for life. Kaz? Wipes his face and hand and fucking sticks the kerchief in oomen's now-empty eye socket. Fucking lunatic
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cristalbeesnow · 6 months
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kaz... on your face you are also more or less ok at being generous... very generous (more similar to the idea I had of him in the book than to the beautiful Freddy... but couldn't we have put in a little more effort? why the characters are a mix between those of the book and those of the TV series? inevitably distorted? they seem like a caricature) but the problem is... how the hell did they dress me?! they are unsuitable clothes! the colors, the shapes, the fabrics clash... in short, Kaz always has his own refined elegance both in the book and in the TV series where he starts off ok with threadbare clothes but in good taste! and as the story progresses his clothes become more and more refined... until reaching the last frame where he is perfect. kaz of the book one hundred percent from the haircut, to the elegant dress to the infamous (and not appreciated by everyone for some reason) scar on the eyebrow. kaz doesn't have such shabby and uncoordinated clothes, not even when he just came out of the port as a child!!! poor us... this designer really should have worked harder... it makes me want to go into the video game, force Kaz to take off those circus rags and take him to the nearest fashion shop to remedy the dramatic situation involving the him disastrous look..poor us...(ah I found the image on Instagram...I didn't write the things but I fully agree with them)
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Poor kaz...🤣
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ruins-and-rewritez · 2 months
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Once a year, no matter where they are or how far apart the Crows pour one out for Matthias and wish him peace
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applecidersstuff · 8 months
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"Many boys will bring you flowers.
But someday you'll meet a boy who will learn your favorite flower, your favorite song, your favorite sweet. And even if he is too poor to give you any of them, it won't matter because he will have taken the time to know you as no one else does.
Only that boy earns you heart."
But the boy she chose knew what she truly wanted, he remembered her words and secret innermost desires. He helped her return home and break free from her cage…
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demonictumble · 3 months
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something something about how wylan literally builds explosives and conned the entire council to send his father to jail (which yes kaz’s plan, etc etc. but he went along with it). he took beatings and he is so strong.
yet the infantilization?? yes he’s the youngest but he’s not a child. feels like it also goes into the whole ableism aspect which i am definitely not certified (is that the word?) to talk about. and also the fact that he’s more (openly) kind
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