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Thinking about, Sakusa as a sneaky little pervert. Because of course, he was the weird, silent classmate who was always watching you.
Your first ever encounter with him was disastrous.
Running around the empty halls, trying to get to class was a bad a idea, but even more was turning around abruptly, spilling your overpriced starbucks drink into your classmate impolute white shirt.
Your hands trembled in his chest, trying to clean up everything with paper towel was futile, only worsening the stain more and more. You stumbled around with your words, asking for forgiveness and bowing repeatedly. You were expecting screams, insults, everything except what actually happened.
— Move.
That was the first and only word Sakusa spoke to you. His black eyes pierced through your teary ones. The boy could see the mechanisms in your head working around and failing miserably to come up with something. Your poor heart was shattered, after all, Kiyoomi was your secret little crush.
Every time he would sit besides you in class, your eyes would nervously fall into your lap, your hands would toy with the end of your skirts as a way to evade the strong gaze of the volleyball player.
You messed up hard, you thought.
Sakusa tooked the empty cup from the floor and handed it back to you into a paper towel. Then, he shortly left the hall, walking straight to the bathroom with his splattered clothes. Once he arrived, he maked sure the room was empty. He closed the door and changed his shirt for the extra gym tee he had in his bag.
Kiyoomi sighed.
Your teary eyes and trembling form was cute. Pathetic, but cute nonetheless. It was like you thought everything that happened was all your fault, but in reality it was partially his.
If he had not been too dumbfounded gawking your ass as you walked around, maybe he could even prevet all the mess in his new plain shirt.
You hate him, he thought.
You somehow realized how his gaze fell to your boobs every time you jump around the classrooms, how he ogled at your plump thighs whenever you wore skirts. Or worse, how he memorized your train stops and favorite cafes...
Yeah, you surely realized that he stalked your instagram page every night, jacking off to your bikini pics and skimpy outfits.
At first he thought you somehow reciprocated his feelings, but after a while, you began dragging down your pieces of clothing, closing your legs so he couldn't take a peek of your cute underwear.
Every time his friends would bring your name into a conversation, he tried to play cool, but of course, some of them have already realized his strange infatuation with you...
After all, you were the sweet little treasure Kiyoomi kept to himself.
A few days had pass since the incident.
You were now rushing into the train station, running through the stairs to get to the next ride home. As you tried to squeeze between all the people in line, you completely stopped in your tracks as you saw a familiar figure resting at the doors.
Kiyoomi was angrily leading into the glass, his pretty face covered in a black surgical mask.
You thought to yourself: Should you take the ride? Could you bear all the embarrassment? The doors opened, people went in and out, but you were there. Standing.
As the doors were about to close, Sakusa handed out his arm, grabbing your own with enough force to drag you into the train. You stomped face first into the boys chest.
The people in the train were moving, everyone was too overwhelmed with the lack of air and space. You could even fell the boy's rapid heartbeat as you leaned onto him. You nervously looked up, and Sakusa's legs wavered seeing you in such position: Looking up to him, with your pretty doe eyes and red cheeks. You looked helpless.
— Sorry.- You said as you tried to turn around, seeing him clearly uncomfortable with the closeness. Sakusa opened his eyes, alarmed.
In your sweet, empty mind, giving him your back, was far better than seeing his black eyes piercing down your skull, of course! But now, your ass was fully against his crotch and Kiyoomi's thoughts were racing uncontrollably. He could sense the warm your body emited, the way your breath hitched once you realized the compromising position.
Kiyoomi sighed, trying to calm down.
Of course something like this could happened to him. His sweet little crush was with her ass pressed against his cock, with her skirt all riled up and legs trembling.
— Sorry.- You repeated nervously. The boy ducked his neck down, murmuring into your ear.
— That's everything you say? Sorry?- Your cheeks flushed in the darkest shade of red. How dumb could you be? Of course he hated you! You ruined his shirt a few days ago, and now, you were invading his personal space. You were probably Sakusa's least favorite person to be squeezed in a crowded train right now.
— I'm sorry.- Sakusa frowned, obviously frustrated at your attitude. You were truly the dumbest girl out there. Your voice was sounding like you were about to cry at any moment.
Suddenly, someone pushed him from behind, making him cage your body even more than before. Conveniently, his hands gripped into your hips for support, because of course, Kiyoomi would use a situation like this in his favor!
It was, brief, almost silent, but he heard the prettiest little whine coming from you, and as the sneaky pervert he was, his cock began straining into his pants. Closing his eyes, he tried and tried to not act like the pervert he was.
— Excuse me.
— I- It's okay. I'm the one pressing into you after all, haha.
Were you that dumb? His hard cock was resting against the curve of your ass and his hands were squeezing your hips with enough force to leave bruises. How that could be your fault?
The doors flung wide open and some people left the train to welcome even more. Time passed and Kiyoomi's position didn't budge, if not, it only became worse.
One of his hands carefully lowered to your butt, excusing himself with something along the lines of "I can't move" He used the closeness in his favor, touching your ass and thighs while your breath hitched in your throat and your cheeks burned. You couldn't process what was actually happening, at first you were embarrassed to share such a situation with him, but deep down, you knew how much you were enjoying it.
— You good?- Kiyoomi knew the question was dumb. Your trembling thighs and rapid breathing were saying everything he needed to know.
Suddenly, he stopped.
He had enough fun, he told himself. Because if he tried to test his luck even further, you could possibly get mad and start yelling at him. But surprisingly, you began to move your ass slowly in his crotch, excusing yourself, trying to say that it was all an accident.
You thought you were sly with it, but Sakusa knew best.
He laughed, seeing how his long time crush was a pervert herself. You were actually enjoying it! Getting groped in a crowded train, with all the people there possibly watching... Disgusting! Truly disgusting!
Kiyoomi lowered his hand once again, caressing your inner thighs with his fingers and finally, finally touching your entrance through your underwear.
— Oh, this is your stop.- He quickly said as the doors opened, regaining his senses and distancing himself from you.
Oh, he messed up.
How could he know that this was your stop? You never mentioned it to him before, not even once.
Sakusa nervously looked at you, expecting a dumbfounded gaze, or at least a question, but he was surprised with not only a flustered expression but with a relaxing fact: You didn't even notice it.
Nodding shyly, you tried to left the train as the black haired boy lowered the back of your skirt.
You left the station dissapointed, with sticky thighs and wet underwear.
#haikyuu smut#just busted a nut™#hq smut#smut#anime smut#tw: smut#sakusa smut#sakusa x reader#sakusa drabble#tw dubcon#tw groping
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YAN! MAFIA / SUGAR PARENT: You need to relax, baby.
READER WHO’S CURRENTLY TIED UP, GAGGED AND FORCED INTO LEWD UNDERWEAR WHILE ALSO BEING GROPED BY YAN!: MMFf UHnn!! (Fuck you!!)
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere imagine#tw kidnapping#tw dubcon#tw groping#yandere oc#yandere fic#yandere x you#yandere oc x reader#tw yandere#yandere core#yancore#yandere scenario#yandere headcannons#yandere x y/n#rich yandere#yandere self insert
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Tidal Wave
So I said I was gonna do it, and I did it! I wrote a short about Sydney the Fallen.
I was having the hardest time writing this because I haven't had a second to myself to really write, so the fact that I finished this makes me so proud, even though it is really short.
TW: drugging, dub-con, groping, probably some other stuff that I'm forgetting about
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Library.
You stumble, pressing your hand against a wall you don’t entirely feel.
I need to get to the library.
Colors wave in front of your eyes, making everything even harder to see.
How did this happen? Where were you before this? What were you doing? The memories are hard to make sense of, blurry as they are. You remember Whitney… and, a drink? Your head throbs trying to catch the memory that’s as slippery as water.
What were you doing again?
The library.
Right! There it is, across the hall! You.. just.. need.. to.. get there…
A leg slips out and trips you just as you’re about to reach the doors. You land, hardly even feeling the impact. You’re just so tired
Laughter opens your eyes, and you can just make out a face above you. They’re talking- what are they saying? You feel hands on your chest- no, please don’t touch me!
But.. wait..
What’s happening?
They’re… running away?
An angel appears above you, silhouetted by the light above them. Who are you angel? Why did you save me?
A smile appears as you at last close your heavy eyes.
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”... you… me…”
“Can… hear…”
“Can you hear me?”
Your eyes open at last, and you sit up in a panic. Where are you? What happened? Are you being molested again?
Looking around, you see Sydney, smiling at you smugly, his black hair tied loosely back in a ponytail, though the short strands are falling out at the sides. Though much better, you still see the edges of his body waving from the effects of the drug you must have been slipped.
“Sydney?” You slur, struggling to keep your eyes on him. “Where… are we?”
“The library,” he purrs, leaning forward and placing his hand lightly on your shoulder. The lightest push takes you to your back once more. “It is all you were talking about, after all.” His smug smile stays in place as he hovers over you.
The hand on your shoulder now moves down, over your chest, lingering on your nipple. “Now that I have you here, what should I do with you, hm?” He teases, before pinching the bud in between his fingers.
You gasp, your back rising off the floor at the flurry of sensations this brings you. Your body sings, and you swear the colors in your vision are being controlled by this boy who usually brings you safety.
“Please, don’t-” you try to plead, only to be cut off by a moan.
Sydney only smirks, letting his hand wander lower, stopping at the hem of your school uniform. “Why should I? It sure sounds like you want me to keep going.”
A whimper meets him when his hand slips even further, your tongue unsure what to say as your mind fights itself for what it wants. When he gropes your sex, you mewl. “N-no, wait, I don’t know!” Are you sure you even said those words out loud? With the way Sydney’s movements increase in pace, you don’t think you did.
Your hips lift to meet his surprisingly skilled fingers, whining when he starts to slow. “No, wait-”
“What was that, my sweet?” Sydney asks, working you slowly, sensually. “I thought you wanted me to stop?”
I do. Don’t I?
No, that can’t be right. The colors are singing to you in your head, moving to a rhythm that Sydney is playing with your body, and you’re not sure just what it is you want anymore.
“Don’t stop,” you pant, looking up at him through heavy lidded eyes. You pretend not to notice how he was already undressing you before you had even spoken the words.
“Oh, don’t worry. I wasn’t going to.” His smile is sweet when his body moves to engulf yours.
#raven writes#dol#degrees of lewdity#sydney the fallen#tw drugging#tw drugs#tw dubcon#tw noncon#tw groping#i hope this is okay because damn was it hard for me to write#but i kinda like it so i hope you all do too!
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So, I wrote this once and decided to finish it! Just so I can get the hang of writing again. Is this heavily self-indulgent? Yes. ♡
Kel x AFAB NB Cheerleader Reader.
TW – Mentions of perverts and being groped.
♡ –> Whether you're on the cheer team in his school or not, Kel loves you and looks up to you.
♡ –> He marvels at the tricks you do, he personally couldn't chant and flip at the same time, the last time he did a backflip he smashed the coffee table-
♡ –> He really likes looking at the cheer tricks, and will chew out any perverts that came to watch just for the girls and nake any out of turn comments.
♡ -> Kel gets Hero to make you lunch after every practice! Kel always runs up to you and gives you the lunch you were packed and sits with you to eat it!
♡ -> If you ever get touched anywhere inappropriately by anyone, Kel will fight! He'll march up to that person and/or throw his basketball square at them! Nobody touches his s/o!
♡ -> Kel will hold your hand and walk you home, if Sunny is there, he'll bring you along on their adventures or say sorry to Sunny to spilt ways and walk you home!
And there we go! Sorry if it's too short! Thanks for reading! ♡
(Banner by: @reveriesources.)
#kel x reader#omori x reader#female reader#Tw groping#Omori x reader#omori game#omori kel#cheerleader reader#omori#afab reader#🌸 || mod madoka.
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// SA/CSA talk; venting, any form of response is appreciated! thanks!
I've had people, including CSA survivors and my therapist tell me that what happened counts as CSA. But I don't believe it because it wasn't that bad. I would never say it to anyone else, but for myself I would feel like I was taking away from actual survivors by saying that.
I didn't survive anything. It's nothing compared to what other people have experienced.
I was trying to type "I don't want it to count because if it's CSA, then I have to-" but I forgot what I realized. I know I had something to complete the sentence but I can't think of what it was. It was there one moment and it's gone. I think it was about how then I would have to accept it was actually "bad enough".
I mean, I know me dissociating and having a hard time typing all of a sudden while trying to think about why I don't want to accept it could mean it did affect me...but I can't help but feel like it's my fault for being so bothered by just being groped by an older child. It's not like it was that bad.
I'm not sure why I feel like I need to be convinced it was "enough", but I can't accept any amount of convincing. It's like I'm waiting for the right person to convince me, but nobody has. I cannot and do not want to call it CSA, just like I don't want to call being groped at 16 SA.
Hi anon,
I really think the labels you use are up to you. If you cannot and do not want it to be called CSA, then I don't think anyone can convince you that it is.
But I will say that regardless of the label you use, your feelings about what you went through are valid. It doesn't have to have a label unless you're ready for one and want one.
I will say that you are not taking away from other survivors by using the labels. I went through a lot of stuff as a child, and some of it was "really minor" but I still call it CSA along with the "bigger things" because it was. I will say that one of the things I experienced was groping, and I still refer to it as CSA. I think if you aren't wanting to use the label, that's valid, but if it's because you think it'll "take away" from other survivors, it won't. Someone else having an experience and using the same label does not change what happened to me.
I think sometimes we can get stuck in invalidating ourselves because we want to be in denial. If we are in denial, then we don't have to admit how bad it was, or that we're struggling with it. And I get that. I've been there. And I think whatever you're feeling is valid. I hope that you heal or manage to get to whatever is best for you.
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johnny working as a waitress and about to resign because people keep getting their hands below his skirt
Johnny hates the creepy old men that come in. They always say crude, disgusting things to him, and more often than not, they slap his ass without permission. Which is why Johnny is surprised when a new handsome, polite regular named Terry starts sitting in his section. Johnny can't help but be excited every time he sees the man. He always leaves Johnny a huge tip, even when Johnny makes a mistake, and like he said, he's handsome. Johnny is embarrassed at how giggly and shy he gets around him.
Terry waves Johnny over; Johnny immediately runs over despite his hands and arms being full of cups and plates.
"Yes, Sir?"
Terry grins. "I just wanted to personally hand you your tip before I leave."
"Thank you, sir, but my hands are full." Johnny says, nodding his head towards the plates in his hands. "You can just leave it on the table, don't worry!"
Terry shakes his head. "Nonsense! I'll put it somewhere safe."
Johnny tilts his head in confusion, and Terry grins again, taking what has to be at least 500 dollars in cash out of his coat pocket.
Johnny gasps when Terry's hand sneaks under his skirt and slips the cash into the waistband of Johnny's panties. "It should be safe here, don't you think?" Terry asks, his hand not leaving from under Johnny's skirt. Johnny nods his head dumbly, his cheeks bright red.
Terry grins again. "Good!" he says cheerfully, moving his hand away and standing up, towering over Johnny. "See you soon, beautiful."
Johnny has butterflies in his stomach the rest of his shift.
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“Uh, why does this suit have boobs?”
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