#tw hair pulling | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

rinhaler · 5 months

Note

step brother sukuna forcefully taking his stepsister's virginity <3 (with size difference)

sukuna has got me in the biggest chokehold and this weeks dub has not helped in the least long live ray chase

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, noncon, stepcest, creampie, use of 'good girl', virginity loss, vaginal sex, hair pulling, degradation, spanking, noncon photography.

words: 1.3k

“S-Sukuna?” you wake up, eyes fuzzy and the darkness not helping matters as you try and make out the shape of your step-brother in your doorway. He could be anyone, really, but the size of his silhouette gives him away. You roll over to check the time on your phone, grunting with displeasure when you see it’s only 3am.

He comes inside, stealthily, and he reeks of alcohol. You can smell him from your bed. And you feel blinded when he turns on the light, your retinas blown to hell as you try and adjust to the brightness.

You yelp as he sits on the mattress, and you sit up quickly.

“You’re a good girl,” he tells you, voice slurring slightly as he speaks. “Staying home tonight, good… good girl.”

You aren’t sure what to say, though you begin to worry he might vomit on your carpet. You hasten out of bed to grab the bin in the corner of your room, placing it between his legs. And he laughs at that, it’s just so… you.

“Some… whore… I don’t remember her name,” he sniffs, looking down at the bin before his red eyes hone in on you. “She was all over me tonight. But I pushed her away. Y’know why?”

“W-Why…” you ask, cautiously, your inner monologue telling you this is leading somewhere bad. You want to run, but you feel like your legs at being weighed down to your mattress.

“I thought, why fuck her? I don’t care about her. She’s easy. But you,” he continues. He kicks the bin away and he climbs onto your bed, crawling closer to you on all fours like a predator cornering it’s. prey. You try to escape, still weighed down with fear. But you could only get so far anyway. Your back meets with the headboard, and you know you’re trapped. “My sweet little sister. Are you sweet? Maybe you’re a whore like her.”

“Sukuna, p-please, I’ve never… I’ve never—”

“You’re real sweet.” he grins, pulling you against him until your noses touch. “Should have known you were a virgin. I hear you when you touch yourself sometimes, you never last long. You’ll prob’ly cum on my cock the minute I put it in.” he sneers, and in your panic he manages to flip you onto your stomach with ease.

“N-No, please, I don’t— you’re my b-brother!” you object, body freezing and turning limp as you realise you’re powerless to his advances. He doesn’t bother undressing you, he just pins your wrists above your head with one large palm. “S-Sukuna?”

“I’m your big brother, and I should be the first person to feel your cunt wrapped around my cock.” he answers you, unzipping his trousers and freeing his cock just enough to use against you. He moves your pyjama shorts into the crease of your thigh, and he can’t help but ogle your sopping flesh. “You’re wet, little girl. And no panties. You knew I was coming, didn’t you? Did all of this for me… how thoughtful.”

You cry, silently, as you realise there’s nothing you can say to stop this. He drags his thick cockhead up and down your folds before he practically stabs it into your entrance. You scream, but he yanks your hair and forces your face down into the pillows to silence you.

“Shut the fuck up.” he tells you. “You want this, I know you do.” he lies, though you don’t know if it’s for your benefit or his own. Each drag and rut into your heat is torture. It’s slow, tormenting, until he finds a steady rhythm against your resisting walls.

“Ah, ah!” you moan, your voice finally free as he gives you the chance to breathe. He snarls as he hears you, moaning like a slut as he defiles your virgin interior.

“Knew you’d like it, slut.” he laughs, picking up the pace as your needy whining encourages him. He lets your hands go, knowing you’ve given up on fighting him. His hands knead into the flesh of your ass, spanking you on occasion and forcing you to jolt back against him. He pulls your hair until your back is curved into an almost agonising arch.

“S-Sukuna! H-Hurts! Hurts s’much!”

“Is that why you’re moaning like a bitch in heat for me, hah?” he chides, spanking your ass as he continues bullying his cock into you. “Ya getting tighter around me, sister. Naughty girl…” he spanks you again and you can’t help but preen for him. You fucking hate yourself and you hate him for doing this to you.

You just can’t deny how good it feels.

“Y-You’ve always been so good,” he pants, stuttering slightly as he feels himself teetering on the edge of release. He grabs a fistful of your ass again and you can already feel how red and bruised it’s becoming. And you yelp as he inflicts a particular agonising spank onto your rear. “Tell me you love me.” he groans in your ear.

“I- I love you,” you don’t even hesitate, because you do. He’s your big brother, after all. How could you not love him, even in spite of this? “So good t’me, Sukuna, always s-so good.”

His eyes roll over white as he hears your words, it took all of his self-control to not cum in that instant. “Aren’t you p-recious,” he struggles, both of his hands dig into the fat of your hips, now. Your body collapsing forwards as he makes no effort to help you keep upright. It still hurts, but it’s an agony you’re willing to withstand for him. “Gonna be the first person to cum in this virgin cunt,” he grins, he wraps his arms around your waist as if he’s hugging you. Though you come to realise he’s just preventing any escape attempts you might make.

“No! Sukuna, n-no! You can’t.”

“Yeah, I can. ‘n you’re gonna let me because you’re a good girl,” he tells you, whispering directly into your ear as he feels his balls begin to tighten. “Only big brother’s get to cum here, got it? This little pussy was made for my cum.”

“N-N— ah! Hnng, fu-uck! Fuck!“ you moan, and Sukuna has lost any interest in forcing you to keep quiet. The damage is done, now. Even if your parents find out, it’s not like they can undo his handiwork, gifting his little sister with a pretty creampie.

He fucks into you until he blows his load. Your walls fill with white and you shudder from the contrast of your freezing body being stuffed full of his creamy white cum. He fucks it into you, deeply. And you don’t have the energy to object.

When he’s through, he pushes you off his length and you melt into a puddle on the mattress below. You feel your knee being forcibly bent in a bid to spread your legs open. Your pussy lips open deliciously and his sperm drips from your hole and down your little slit.

“Don’t move.” he tells you.

You couldn’t even if you wanted to.

He pulls his phone from his back pocket, taking a series of photos of your lifeless form and drippy cunt. He smirks as he sifts through them all.

He’s sure he’ll find one that will make the perfect screensaver.

6K notes · View notes

veampa · 2 months

Note

Hey! Can I request smut headcanons or even an nsfw alphabet, if you're up for it, with Sebastian? Thank you in advance! Feel free to ignore this request if you don't like it. Have a nice day! <3

Yes of course! Thank you for this request<3

Sebastian Michaelis smut!alphabet!

Credits to- @the-coldest-goodbye for the template

Gender- gender neutral

Character(s)- Sebastian Michaelis Warning in tags!!! Do tell me if i forgot any ~MINORS DO NOT INTERACT~

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)- Gentle. Very fucking gentle, he knows the human body is delicate so of course after re-arranging his beloved's gut's he'll be soft with ya.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)- Your hair, he loooooves playing it and making it all perfect for you, he pulls it when yous are fucking. HEAVY hair pulling kink, His favourite body part for him is his mouth (lips especially) the amounts of things he can do with them ;)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)- eating it.. Yours obviously, it ties in with his mouth being his favourite part of himself.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)- Wants you to use one of your toys on him (will NEVER say that though but oh my goddddd he thinks about it so much)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)- very.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)- any position in front of a mirror, reverse cowgirl, doggy, standing up? anywhere he can see you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)- serious for the most of it, might crack a few jokes or teasings here and there.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)- fairly groomed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)- depends, its a mix of both, if its more of a rough session then he's gonna be less romantic, if its more of a soft session he's so much more romanticcccc, leaving soft kisses all over your body, praising you, being ten times more gentle, cuddling you during it maybe.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)- masturbates to you once a week? maybe a little more? he's a busy guy afterall taking care of the earl isn't a spacious job.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)- Enjoys a primal prey type of thing, he likes how small you feel compared to him, but he ADORES body worship just worshipping you in general, marking you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)- his chambers :p or yours.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)- you teasing him or speaking back.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)- anything to do with other demons cough cough..claude.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)- giving. He loves having his face shoved inbetween your thighs. Mwah. (Plus serving you..huge serving kink whether its him serving you or vice versa).

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)- mostly fast and rough, but can be slow and gentle if you are in more of the romance mood.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)- doesn’t like them but still does them, much prefers a longer session but he’s busy, and if one of you are sexually frustrated or what not he’ll do it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)- yes.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)- alot. Bro doesnt get tired (he overstims you SO MUCHHHH).

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)- He doesn’t, he much would prefer if you would just use him to get you off! Hello his fingers and thighs are right here!! He doesn’t use them on you but can understand if you use them on yourself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)- alot, normally yes but sometimes depending on the matter he wont.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)- fairly quiet, a few grunts or moans here and there but nothing much.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)- wore a maid dress once (after hours of you begging). Never again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)- rocking eight inches, curved upwards slightly with quite some girth.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)- a mix to be honest.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)- he just doesn’t

#minors do not interact #mdni #black butler #sebastian michaelis #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian michaelis smut #black butler smut #tw smut #tw hair pulling #tw marking #tw rough #tw overstim

164 notes · View notes

jammysworks · 9 months

Note

smut request for reader giving conrad head?

smut after the cut

18+ MDNI

warnings: oral (make receiving), language, dacryphilia, hair gripping, throat fucking, gagging, deep throating, no matter how mean he seems conrad is a sweetie pie <3

word count: 0.4k

imagine the way conrad would go insane when you give him a blow job. he’s received them before but the way you do it is incomparable; tongue lapping at his tip and tracing the vein on the right side of his cock.

his absolute favorite part is when he can hear the light gagging sounds releasing from your throat when you dive your head down; your lips coating his length in drool.

like the gentleman he is, he used his hand to hold your hair in a makeshift ponytail, but went feral when you pulled yourself away from his cock—hand still jerking him off—when you told him to fuck your throat. you knew what you said did something to him but you didn’t think it would end with your mascara streaming down your face while he moved your head up and down in a fast motion.

the vibrations of your own moans shooting straight into his core, his tip leaking pre cum into your mouth while his hand released the back of your head, allowing you to take control again. a deep groan erupting from conrad’s kiss bitten and swollen lips when your tongue flattened against the bottom of his length and trailed it’s way up, reaching his red tip and kitten licking the area. “fuck..quit teasing me shit.” he chuckled ending with a gasp as you took all of him into your mouth at once. his orgasm producing in his lower abdomen as you continued to deep throat his cock.

you could feel his tip hitting the back of your mouth but you kept pushing him deeper down your throat until your gag reflex would appear and then you’d bring yourself back up, moving into the same position as before, until you felt his release coat the inside of your mouth and dribble down your throat. you swallow every drop, sticking your tongue out to show him as you jerked him off to help outride his orgasm. “damn that was good, baby.” he groaned as he guided you into his lap pampering kisses all over your face.

#conrad fisher #conrad fisher smut #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp conrad #tw hair pulling #tw smut #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher fluff #tsitp #tsitp s2 #tsitp smut #tw gagging

535 notes · View notes

roonilwazlibimagines · 1 year

Text

hair pulling - r.b x female!reader

Blurb: hair pulling. that's it Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: this is smut but not smut but still 18+ A/N: do i like this? no. do i like regulus and hair pulling? yes. i want to write but i have no inspiration.

Masterlist

*i literally cannot find it but please refer to that scene where timothee chalamet pulls that girls hair in lady bird*

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

The first time Regulus pulled her hair she was barely five years old. He was of similar age and their mothers were friends and they were no stranger to the occasional playdate.

And most times they got along, but like all children, sometimes neither of them knew how to deal with the big emotions they were feeling.

That was why, when she snatched the ball Regulus was playing with out of his hands and exclaimed it was her turn, the only way Regulus knew how to deal with the hot feeling rising up to his cheeks was by walking over to her and letting his thoughts take over.

He pulled her hair

He’d never pulled a girl’s hair before. His clammy palms wrapped around the loose ends swaying around her shoulder and he tugged until she let out a scream and then he immediately let go.

Of course, the mothers rushed out to console the red cheeked little girl and scold the shamed little boy and Regulus was forced to apologise. He felt bad. He really did. He didn’t mean to make her cry. He just wanted the ball back.

So Regulus learnt that day that pulling someone’s hair was wrong. And fortunately, they remained friends.

They were both sorted into Slytherin and they were both part of the same friend group. But everyone knew that their friendship was different to the bond they shared with everyone else in the group.

They were kids when the hair pulling accident happened, and honestly, neither of them had thought about it since.

Until their sixth year. She was sitting in the library with her friends, waiting for Regulus and Evan to make an appearance. It was a cold Saturday morning and she was so enthralled in the conversation she was having with the girl sitting next to her that she didn’t even notice Evan and Regulus walk in until Regulus walked behind her.

And pulled her hair.

It was tied up in a ponytail and he yanked it so her neck fell back, mainly due to the surprise of the movement. She let out a noise of shock as his nimble fingers wrapped around the soft strands and gave it a quick tug.

She squinted her eyes at him as she quickly undid her hair and combed through it with her fingers, putting it back in place after it had been messed up.

“You’re an ass,” she said, but Regulus only smirked at her in response, quickly changing the subject, but letting his eyes linger on her for a moment more before turning to Evan sitting next to him.

So it really was no wonder that the next year they started dating.

It was their last day at Hogwarts and they were sitting out by the Black Lake, trying to take everything in before it all became a fuzzy memory.

Regulus was sitting against a tree, his legs sprawled around the pretty girl sitting cross legged in front of him.

The rest of their friends were sprawled out under the shade of the tree, laughing and reminiscing, and promising that they would remain friends after they left the gates of Hogwarts.

There was a small lull in the conversation as their laughs died out and when Evan went to start it back up again with a random story from their third year, Regulus was overcome with the urge to kiss her.

So he pulled her hair.

He tugged at the roots so her head would fall back and hit his shoulder and before she could let out a noise of surprise, he brought his lips to hers.

She was uncomfortable, turning her neck to reach his soft lips, but she didn’t mind. Besides, this was one of the rare times their friends weren’t commenting on their PDA, so she took the opportunity to enjoy the kiss.

When Regulus slowly pulled away, she turned back around and ran her hands through her hair, putting it back in place.

“You could have just asked,” she grumbled so only Regulus could hear. But she had turned around and couldn’t see the stupid smirk he was wearing.

It wasn’t until they were both pushing nineteen though that Regulus pulled her hair and she enjoyed it.

Her arms were about to give way on the soft mattress as Regulus pushed his hips relentlessly inside of her. She buried her face into the thin sheet, letting out a low groan as her arms continued to shake even without the weight she was holding.

Regulus was grunting behind her, his pace steady before he let his thoughts take over and reached a hand out.

To pull her hair.

Before she could even think about it a low groan left her lips as she moaned out Regulus’ name. She could hear him chuckle from behind her.

It was only a gentle tug, but she squeezed around him when he stopped his movements to bring his head closer to hers, his hands still tugging tightly at the roots of her hair from the back of her head to bring her face closer to his.

“Don’t tell me my sweet girl likes it when I pull her hair?” He asked, making her whine at his condescending tone. He tsked. “Answer me, pretty girl.”

She paused before her mouth finally caught up to her brain and she answered his question. “I do,” she exclaimed, “I like it when you pull my hair.”

Regulus kissed the top of her forehead before letting her hair go gently and continuing his movements.

“Good girl.”

Now, Regulus’ hands were often found in her hair.

She liked when he played with ends or when he tried to braid it, and she liked when he tugged at it.

It was a few years into their relationship when they were getting ready for a party with their old friends from Hogwarts. Regulus had gone over to her house to get ready and when she came out wearing his favourite dress he found himself walking over to her.

“Do you like it?” She asked, her tone dripping in faux innocence.

“I think you already know the answer, my love.”

In a few quick strides Regulus was already standing in front of her. She knew what she was doing when she put this dress on which was why she didn't mind her nervous tick of swaying on the spot under Regulus’ intense gaze.

“You know what you’re doing,” Regulus pouted, making her giggle.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she shrugged.

“Do you really have to look this good all the time, darling? You know I don’t like people thinking they can have what’s mine.”

She rolled her eyes at his speech, but stood still in front of him. Mainly because she was forced to.

Regulus had pulled her hair.

She was forced to look up at him, her breath caught in her throat as she stared up into his grey eyes.

“Don’t be bratty,” he tsked, his long fingers entwined in her hair.

“What’s the fun in being good?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He laughed, his eyes squinting down at her, but his lips tugging upward in an amused nature.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

#regulus black #regulus black smut #regulus black blurb #regulus black imagine #rb #rbb #rbs #smut #roonilwazlibs smut #marauders #marauders blurb #marauders smut #marauders imagine #harry potter #harry potter blurb #harry potter smut #harry potter imagine #tw hair pulling #cw hair pulling

2K notes · View notes

fuwushiguro · 1 year

Text

Let’s Go Little Kitty Cat

Tomura Shigaraki x Touya Todoroki x Twice x f!reader

Genre: Smut Notes: this was meant to be exclusive to patreon but they made me delete it lmao enjoy!! Warnings: 18+, dubcon, hybrid!au, kitty girl!reader, heat, gang bang, step-cest, name-calling, dacryphillia, blowjobs, clit rubbing, pet names, vaginal sex, tit-sucking, spitting, double penetration (one hole), throat-fucking, hair pulling, noncon filming, creampie & oral creampie ♡ Words: 2.8k

The tension between your thighs is unbearable. It’s close to agonising. A burning desire that can only be alleviated by someone willing. Your stepbrother is tired of you. You know he is; and yet you can’t seem to be able to help yourself. He has friends over. You can hear them all talking. Playing videos games and screaming at the TV.

“Tomu…” you flutter your eyelashes. Though he doesn’t hear you. He doesn’t even see you since you’re shyly hiding behind the door to his bedroom.

All you can hear is laughter and teasing. Touya making fun of Jin’s lack of gaming skills and Tomura laughing at his expense. If only you weren’t so bashful.

The lustrous want is growing stronger.

And soon, you don’t feel so shy.

You don’t even knock. Instead, you barge in and stand directly beside the TV which you can now see is displaying Super Smash Bros. They all look at you, momentarily, before focusing back on the TV. Standing next to it was a good call. You’re sure if you’d stood in front of it that your brother might have cause to kill you.

“What?” he asks, rudely, mashing buttons on his controller. You do nothing but twiddle your thumbs and a slew of ‘ums’ mumble out from between your lips. “What is it, brat?” he sighs. And you gulp, swallowing thickly and screwing your eyes closed. You turn your back to him; falling to your knees. You place your hands on the ground and raise your behind up at him. Your slinky black tail standing upright and revealing your pretty lace panties underneath your skirt.

“Tomur—”

“For fuck sake.” he mutters, kicking you lightly with his sneaker clad foot so that your body falls onto the floor. You sniffle, wiping your nose and fighting to hold back tears from the embarrassment of it all. It doesn’t work. “I’m busy.” he tells you, bluntly, focusing his attention back to the TV.

“S’wrong with her?” Touya wonders. He watches as you get back on all fours, clearly not humiliated enough as you try to entice your brother to take care of you as he always does.

“Slut’s in heat.” he responds. He exhales, defeated, pausing the TV to show his friends what a pathetic whore you are. He grips your tail with his fist, keeping it in place. His free hand is used to prod your panties and tease your folds.

All three men revel in how soaked you are. Your panties positively drenched.

“Tomura… please.” you sob.

“No.” he speaks. “I already fucked you this morning and in the middle of the night. I’m bored of you. Go away.”

“But—”

“I’ll fuck you, sweetheart.” Jin tells you, sticking his tongue through his teeth as his brows furrow and focus on his game. You can’t tell whether he’s joking or not. From Tomura’s lack of response, you think he’s just teasing.

You opt to ignore him. Turning to Tomura with watery eyes, though he pays you no mind. It’s getting worse. And you are growing even more desperate. You shuffle closer to him on your knees, resting your hands on his thighs. He looks down at you, his vision alternating quickly between his game and you.

“Behave.” he warns you.

But you don’t.

You carry on smoothing your hands up his thighs.

And suddenly, he’s winning the game. Touya and Jin can’t tear their gaze away from you. From what you’re doing to your brother. You unbutton his jeans and slide down the zip. He doesn’t stop you, either, which makes you think he wants you just as much as you want him.

He helps you pull down his jeans and underwear slightly, just enough for his cock to be released. He’s only semi hard, but you know a few kitten licks to his slit and a couple of pumps of your wrist will have him standing to attention.

You lap at his cockhead. His tip leaking and you consuming every little pearl of cum on your sensitive tastebuds. He is still focused on the game, starting a new round as his friends are enamoured by the sight of you licking his cock. They manage to concentrate on the TV for all of five seconds when you begin to take your brother down your throat.

“Unmf.” Tomura winces a little, your soft humming and accommodating throat getting the better of him. “You’re such a brat.” he comments. You giggle, but you don’t abandon your task. He doesn’t want you to stop; but in the same breath he doesn’t want to seem weak in front of his friends. He pushes your head off of his length and pulls you onto the bed beside him.

“Ouch…” you complain, massaging your wrist where he pulled you. “Why did you��”

Before you can finish, he’s holding your waist and pulling you onto his lap, moving your panties to the side and lining his cock up with your hole. You’re so flustered. Your hairline is damp, and your eyes might as well be dotted with hearts. Your tongue is lolling out of your mouth as he guides you down onto his length.

“T-Thank you.” you gasp as you try to ride him. But your attempt is thwarted, his hands grip your waist like a vice to keep you still.

“Sit still. Don’t move.” he commands. “Think you can just do what you want? Hm? Think you’re gonna come in here and flash your cunt and you’ll get what you want?”

“I—”

“The word you’re looking for is no.”

You whimper, slightly, but do your best to sit still. But it’s too fucking hard. He’s inside of you, now, he may as well just fuck you. He’s torturing you for no reason. Your heart rate is through the roof, and you start to grind against him.

His arm hooks around your body until his hand encases your neck.

“No.”

You sigh, allowing the tears resting in your lash line to spill down your cheeks. Jin reaches over to you, thick fingers scratching behind your ears and making them twitch excitedly. You look at him, and smile.

And Jin Bubaigawara is a weak man. He never has been able to resist a pretty face. He puts his Switch controller to one side and stands to his feet.

“Why are we playing a fucking game when we can be fucking your little sister?” Jin wonders. He almost sounds agitated that he even needs to ask. Touya sighs, laughing. Relieved that he got the necessary conversation in motion.

“C’mere, babe.” Touya demands, his finger performing a come hither motion while he pats his lap. And you want to. God you fucking want to. But you aren’t so sure. And you know Tomura won’t like it. He shuffles on the bed closer to Tomura, reaching over to the hot spot at the apex of your thighs and moving your panties further into the crease of your thigh. He prods your clit a few times with his finger before he swipes over it, softly. Your face contorts, and once again, you can’t help but begin to grind against Tomura. “Mmm, she likes it.” he grins.

“Get off.” Tomura cautions his friend, once again stopping you from moving. There’s no real malice or aggression to his order. Just another show of dominance.

“Shut up.” Touya responds. “How can you deny such a pretty girl the opportunity to cum? She just wants some cock, don’tcha, doll?” he continues. You nod, hurriedly, hoping the conversation will be enough to bring Tomura around.

“Fine. Take her.” Tomura nods, pushing you over to Touya.

Touya lets you straddle him. He holds the crown of your head so that he can keep you in place while he makes out with you. It’s slow, nasty and with so much tongue. He giggles at the way you moan for him. And he thinks it’s so adorable how you can’t help but rut your pussy against his rough jeans, making such a sticky mess of the denim material.

He holds an arm around your waist and flips you onto your back; still kissing you all the while. Touya is completely manhandling you. Spreading your legs open wide and flipping your skirt upwards. He takes your panties in two fists and rips them apart with a sharp tearing sound. And even that makes you moan.

“What a little whore you are,” he chuckles darkly, “I love this wet little cunt, don’t need to waste time stretching you out with my fingers first.”

You look at him with rose tinted glasses. Despite his crude words and abusive language; you can’t help but lust after him. He’s giving you what you want, after all. You observe him as he unbuckles his belt as fast as he can. His cock jumps out as soon as he pulls down his jeans and underwear just below his ass. He shoves himself into your warm walls all of the way to the hilt, almost cumming at the sound of you flinching from the impact.

“So gorgeous when you cry.” he laughs, starting to hump his length inside of your welcoming walls.

Tomura notices your distress. And as mean as he can be, he’s also incredibly sweet to you at times. And he’s very protective. He kneels close to your head, bending down to kiss you kindly. His tongue massaging against yours instantly puts you at ease.

Jin begins to feel left out. He shuffles towards you, too. He rips apart your crop top to reveal your bare breasts. Completely exposed to all three men in the room. He jiggles one in his hand for a moment. And then he lies down on his stomach. He latches his lips around your raised nipple. Suckling sweetly and carefully. Soft and gentle bites against it rush straight to your cunt. Your hips bucking while Touya continues to thrust inside of you.

Touya keeps your legs apart. They’re as wide as they can be. He presses one against the mattress and another up to your chest, using both to his advantage to fuck you harder.

Jin’s free hand slithers down your stomach until two thick fingers are toying with your clit. The sensation forces you to pull away from Tomura, not being able to focus enough on any one thing with your senses so overwhelmed.

“O-Oh fuck!” you yell. Tomura’s hand takes a firm grip of your jaw.

“Open up, slut.” he orders. You open your mouth wide. You flinch when he spits directly into your mouth. “You are a disgusting little whore with a filthy mouth.” he tells you. Your lip begins to wobble, upset by his words. But still, you find yourself desperate for his kiss.

“Naughty little whores don’t get kisses.” Touya grunts, only just managing to speak through his impending high.

“No, they don’t.” Tomura agrees. He guides his cock to your lips, smearing them in his pre cum. “I don’t want my cock sucked, baby. I want to fuck your throat.” he warns you. He presses his hand into the side of your face; keeping it trapped against the mattress.

“Mmpf!!” you gasp as he forces himself into your mouth. You can barely breathe, doing your best to remember to breathe through your nose as you feel him brutalising your throat. You begin to cry, unable to stop yourself or keep the tears from flowing.

“Why are you crying? You were the one begging for cock. Begging for cum. Look where it got you, you’ve tripled your profit.” Tomura cackles. He spits down harshly onto your cheek to further make his point.

“Ohhh, she’s so tight. So fucking tight. Are you gonna cum? Yeah… pretty girl’s gonna cum.” Touya muses, knowing if you clench any harder he won’t be far after you. “Gonna cum in this cunt, babe. Jus’ like you want.” he informs you.

You’re unravelling around him the harder he pounds, and you feel your body turn cold in contrast to the warm gooey substance flooding your insides. Jin releases your nipple as he observes the way your body spasms from your orgasm. Tomura pulls out before your vibrating throat full of wanton moans makes him cum.

Touya collapses on the bed beside you, the pair of you panting as you recover from your orgasms. Touya is allowed to rest.

You aren’t.

Jin drags you towards him, as he stands on his knees. He kisses you slowly, wanting to offer you some form of reprieve. He rolls your left nipple between his fingers as he tongues the inside of your mouth. It all feels so romantic despite what is actually happening. He leads his cock into you, holding your body close to his as you begin to ride him. He keeps a firm grip as he lets his body fall backwards. His shoulder blades against the mattress and allowing you to be on top of him. You moan, softly, into his mouth as you use him to fuck yourself.

“Take a deep breath.” he whispers. You pull away. Your confusion is evident even on your sleepy face. He kisses you and you kiss him back; not knowing it’s a distraction.

Tomura forces himself inside of your pussy and you can’t help but scream. Jin is huge. It was already a heavy feat in itself. But taking your brother’s thick cock in your cunt as well is a task too much.

“Ah! Tomura—!” you gasp.

“Shut up.” he spits, cruelly. “You wanted this. You’re getting what you asked for.”

“Hurts! Tomu… s-stop, s’really hurting m-me!” you explain.

“Touya, shut her up.”

You look over to Touya, he’s stroking his cock casually on the bed as he watches you get fucked by these two monstrous cocks. But at the request of his friend, he stands to his feet, walking around the bed until he’s standing directly in front of you. Lording above you.

It’s menacing.

“No teeth, doll, or I’ll really give you something to cry about.” he instructs you with an ominous warning.

You brace yourself, knowing what’s coming. He slots himself inside of your mouth and begins to hump inside of it. His refractory period is more than impressive. It’s fucking inhuman. He grasps a fistful of your hair, forcing you onto him so that he can fuck himself with your throat.

All the while, Jin and Tomura’s thrusts are matching. They’re tearing you in two and abusing your sweet spot all in one tantalising bout. You are all over the place. Too many sensations overcoming you at once. Jin returns to sweetly suckling on your nipples, expertly alternating between the two and still having enough focus to fuck you so perfectly.

“F-Fuck, take it you little bitch.” Tomura commands, his load spurting inside of your hole and accompanying Touya’s. Jin follows shortly after, his moans stimulating your tits even further as he refuses to release them from between his lips.

You tap frantically on Touya’s thighs, desperate for air. He grants your wish. For only a second. And then, he gives one last devastating thrust into your mouth, cumming inside. He continues to hold your mouth hostage with his length, forcing you to look him in the eye as he speaks.

“Do not swallow. Leave your fucking mouth open when I pull out.” he instructs.

All three men slowly retract their cocks from your body. Touya’s fingers are still interweaved in your hair. You can’t stop panting. You’re so sticky and overwhelmed. Your chin and lips are dripping with sperm, and you have an awful feeling that there’s more in store for you.

Alas, you’re wrong.

Touya pulls your hair back so that your head falls into Tomura’s pillows. You close your legs, trying your best to keep the obscene amount of cum inside. Tomura shakes his head, that isn’t allowed. Jin carefully opens them up for you, light pats against the inside of your knees are enough to do the trick.

“Look what a mess we made of her.” Jin grins, smoothing your hair out of your face.

“Your little sister is a dirty cum slut, isn’t that right baby?” Touya laughs, pulling out his phone as he films his combined handiwork with his friends. He takes a few pictures alongside it, too. “She’s leaking from every slutty hole.”

“Not every hole. Nobody went in her asshole, but there’s always next time.” Tomura speaks. “You hear that? Next time you stick your ass in my face I’m gonna fuck it.”

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #league of villains x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #jin bubaigawara x reader #hybrid au #tw dubcon #tw stepcest #tw name calling #tw dacryphilia #tw spit #tw hair pulling #tw noncon filming

695 notes · View notes

scarletsaphire · 17 days

Text

Clockwork didn't fix anything. Danny's parents, his friends, his sister, everyone was dead, and gone, and all he had left was Vlad. At least the older halfa was doing everything in his power to help him, with no nefarious plans at all. Right?

5th fic for phic phight, and this one is a doozy both in word count and in prompt fills! This one is for: @underforeversgrace, @faeriekit, @scarletsakuraaa, and @shadowfaerieammy. The prompts used will be in the end notes, as always, but having said that, I do not recommend reading them until after reading the fic. You'll see why :)

Danny couldn't say when he woke up. It wasn't as if being awake was all that different than being asleep anymore. It didn't matter whether he was staring at the back of his eyelids or at the lavish canopy hanging over his bed, everything would still be the same. His friends would still be dead. His family would still be dead. And he'd still be in this stupid mansion with the second stupidest man half-alive as his only company.

Danny didn't have any right to complain. It was all his fault, after all. If he'd just been smarter. If he'd just been honest. If he'd just been better. If he'd just been anyone but Danny Fenton, future world renowned fuck up, than everything would've been different. Everything would've been better.

When Clockwork had first shown him everything with his other self, he hadn't really understood. He knew it would hurt, losing everyone like that. He knew it would hurt in the same way that you might know breaking a bone would hurt, before you ever did. A distant kind of hurt that didn't hold a candle to the real thing.

He remembered thinking that his future self was being dramatic in separating his halves. Or maybe it had been Vlad's manipulation, his desire to be the only remaining halfa causing him to force that Danny to become the monster he'd seen through Clockwork's time mirrors. As much as losing everyone would hurt, there's no way it could hurt that badly, right?

Laying here for what was probably the fourth day straight, Danny knew that he'd been wrong.

He didn't turn his head at the sound of the door opening. He didn't turn his head when he heard Vlad's footsteps, sharp and deliberate, crossing the room that was far, far too big for him. He didn't turn his head when he felt the bead compress under Vlad's weight. He didn't even turn his head when Vlad's face appeared over him.

"Good afternoon, Daniel," he said.

Danny didn't reply.

Vlad sighed. "Little badger..." he said softly, resting one hand on the side of Danny's face. It was soft and caring, two thing Danny didn't think was possible of Vlad before last week. "I understand you don't want to, but you need to eat. Even if its just some soup. I can have somebody bring it up to you, or I can do it myself, but I'm not going to sit aside while you waste away."

Even if that's what I want? The thought floated through Danny's head, hazy and distant, but he didn't say it. He didn't say anything.

Eventually Vlad's disappointed face disappeared from his view, and his footsteps retreated from his room. A few minutes later (or maybe it was an hour? Or the next day? Danny didn't know, and he didn't care) he returned. There was the soft sound of porcelain on wood, and then Vlad was sitting on the side of the bed again.

Danny didn't fight as Vlad lifted Danny upwards, so that he was sitting against the large, plush pile of pillows instead of laying on them. He watched languidly as Vlad lifted the bowl back off the bedside table from the corner of his eye, and set it gently in Danny's lap. "Come now, Daniel. Just a few bites. It's got ectoplasm mixed in, so you won't need any more than that."

Danny did not move.

"Your only other option is for me to spoon feed you myself, and I think we both know how you would feel about that."

That got Danny to move, if not actually start eating. He turned his head to glare at where Vlad was sitting. He was surprised to see Vlad's look of relief so clearly on display, but he pushed aside any surprise in favor of annoyance. "If you even think about it I'll bite you." His voice was hoarse, and he became suddenly aware of just how dry his throat was, and how sore. He didn't know how long it had been since he last talked.

"If that's what it takes for you to eat, than I will do it," Vlad replied.

Danny huffed, before looking down at the bowl in front of him. Calling it soup would be a stretch; it was nothing but clear broth. Despite this, the thought of eating it made his stomach churn.

He glanced back up at where Vlad sat watching him expectantly. The older man made no signs of leaving, and he was right; Danny really didn't want to be spoon fed. He wasn't a child.

Danny took the spoon in his hands clumsily, bringing it up to his lips and slurping the warm, clear broth. It stung going down, but as soon as he'd finished swallowing, he felt a little bit better. He let the spoon fall into the bowl again, ignoring the broth that splashed out, and he pushed the bowl away from him.

"There. Are you happy now?"

Vlad pursed his lips together. "You need to eat more than that, Little Badger."

"Why?"

"Because you need food to survive?"

"Too late." Danny slumped backwards into the pillow pile, letting himself slide back down to a laying position. His eyes found the same fold in the canopy he'd been staring at for the better part of a week on instinct. "If only it had worked right the first time."

"Daniel-" Vlad cut himself off before restarting his sentence. "Danny. I will not pretend to understand how you're feeling, but do you really think that your friends and family would want you to stay like this? Even your father-" His voice was surprisingly free from disdain, which was impressive for Vlad. "-would've wanted you to be happy."

Danny didn't reply, and Vlad sighed again. "I'm going to leave this here, for when you do decide to eat." He moved the bowl from Danny's lap back to the bedside table, and then stood up and made his way back towards the exit. "Please try, Daniel. If not for yourself, then for them."

The door was shut with a soft click, leaving Danny to his thoughts once more.

By the time he mustered the energy to sit up and grab the bowl, it had long since gone cold. That was okay. Danny didn't think he deserved a warm meal anyway.

---

Another week had passed during his stay at Vlad's mansion. A week of blackness, followed by canopy, followed by another fight with Vlad, followed by darkness. The only reason he knew it had been a week was because of the different foods Vlad had been bringing up. While the first day had been nothing but broth, the day after it had been proper soup, albeit blended together into a liquidy mush. The day after it had been all soft vegetables, and the day after that a small slice of buttered bread had been included.

Danny hated to admit it, but the food had helped. He still didn't want to be awake, or aware, or existing in general, but he felt less like he was on death's door again. Whether that was a good thing or not remained to be seen.

This time when Vlad came up to his room, Danny did turn to look at him. Unlike the previous days, he didn't have a bowl with him; he didn't have any food at all.

"Good afternoon, Daniel," Vlad said softly, coming to sit on the edge of the bed just like he'd done every earlier day. "How are you feeling?"

"Bad," Danny said. His voice wasn't ass hoarse as it had been the first day, but it still wasn't anywhere near good.

"I'm not surprised. Do you think you might be up for taking a short walk to the dining chambers?" Vlad asked. At Danny's obvious dismay, Vlad backtracked. "You don't have to, of course, but I thought that it might do you some good, to get out of the bed, if only for a few minutes. That way I can have someone come in and change the sheets, and you'll have a chance to stretch your legs."

Danny didn't answer; he didn't need to. He wouldn't be moving here anytime sooner. Maybe anytime ever, if he had his way. He would lay in this bed until he died, or until the world died around him. Whichever came first.

"Daniel, please," Vlad said. "If not for yourself, and not for me, than for the housekeeper that needs to get these stains out. The longer you wait, the harder it will be for them."

Danny didn't know enough about laundry to argue, but it sounded true. He didn't want to make things harder for anyone; he'd done enough of that already.

It was not easy for him to get out of bed. Even sitting up took as much effort as most of his fights did, and that was without really using his legs at all. Standing seemed like an impossible task.

He was about to let himself fall back to the bed, housekeeper be damned, but Vlad's hand caught him before he could.

Danny looked to Vlad, expecting to see ridicule in his eyes. It's what Danny deserved, after all. Instead, he was met with nothing but compassion and concern, and a second hand, wrapping so very gently around his wrist.

"Let me help you, Daniel."

Danny didn't have much of a choice. If he wasn't strong enough to get out of bed, he certainly wasn't strong enough to fight off Vlad. (And maybe, a small part of him wanted the help. A small part of him trusted Vlad, after everything he'd done. A small part of him just wanted to get out of this pit he'd dug himself into. Danny ignored that part.)

It was only with Vlad's help that he was able to stand, and even then, he fell right back down to the mattress. His legs were weak and wobbly, as if he'd never walked on them before, and black dots crowded his vision. He didn't want to try again, but Vlad was still holding onto him, ready to help him back up.

"I know you are strong enough to do this, Daniel."

Danny wasn't as certain as Vlad seemed to be, but there wasn't much he could do about it besides try again. This time instead of falling back onto the bed, he collapsed into Vlad's side. He clung onto to expensive suit purely out of instinct, nails tearing through the fabric.

He glanced up at Vlad, but was once again met with only compassion. "Well done, Little Badger. Let's go get you something to eat, shall we?"

The majority of the walk had Danny clinging to Vlad's side, legs shaking with every step. It was only after they'd made it a good few doors down, and the smell of herbs Danny couldn't name drifting from down the hall gave him the strength he needed to walk on his own, although Vlad kept a steadying arm around his shoulders.

By the time they'd arrived in the dining room, Danny was exhausted, and embarrassingly winded from such little effort. Still, Vlad didn't say anything, simply guided Danny to a chair before sitting down at the one at the head of the table.

"As I said, Daniel. I knew you could do it," Vlad said with a smile. Danny still said nothing, but Vlad didn't seem to care. He waved his hand, and a cart was pushed out by some invisible force. By the fact that Danny's ghost sense didn't go off, it wasn't just that they were invisible either.

"It's just magnets," Vlad answered Danny's unspoken question. "I have the controls under my side of the table."

"But then why the hand thing?" Danny asked.

Vlad smiled at him. "You know me. I cannot help a bit of dramatics."

Vlad handed out the food, a chicken noodle soup for Danny and something for fancier, and far less recognizable, for himself. Still, Vlad didn't eat, instead resting his head on his hands and watching as Danny fought with his spoon. He debated asking about it, but decided not too; it was too much effort.

The soup was good, and after only a couple of bites, Danny found his eyes falling back closed. He couldn't tell if it was because of the effort of walking here, or because of the soup himself. He didn't have the energy to fight against it, and before he knew it he was laying his head on the table, letting the black void of sleep consume him yet again.

He woke up several hours later, tucked comfortably into his bed with clean, fresh sheets.

---

It was now routine for Vlad to come and get him from his room. It wasn't always for food; sometimes it was get Danny to shower, or to watch a show, or simply to get him out of bed for a little bit. Rarely was Danny ever moving around for more than an hour, and never was it of Danny's own accord.

Not that he wasn't allowed to wander around; Vlad had made it very clear that Danny was welcome anywhere in the mansion, or on the mansion grounds, at any time. Danny just never was.

At least, he never was before today.

He wasn't sure why today was different; he'd woken up well past noon, when the sun was already starting to set, and been struck by such a strong desire to be anywhere but here that it was nearly suffocating. He'd practically run from his room, down hallway after hallway, never noting his surroundings longer than it took for him to figure out the next hallway, the next staircase, the next entrance.

It was only after he'd hit a dead end that he collapsed on the floor. He grabbed fistfuls of the soft, plush carpet underneath his feet, pulling them out in chunks and tossing them aside before doing it all over again. It wasn't enough. None of this was ever enough, he wasn't enough, just like he hadn't been enough to save them.

That's what he'd been running from, after all. That's what he'd spent the past weeks, the past month, the past however fucking long it'd been in bed hiding from. The fact that he wasn't enough. The fact that they were dead, and he wasn't, because he hadn't even been fast enough to die with them.

The carpet was barren now, nothing but the hardened glue the strands had been connected to, and Danny had no choice but to move his hands to his head, to his hair. It hurt, but it didn't hurt enough , it wasn't anything like they would've gone through, what they would've felt, what he should've felt instead.

He couldn't fight against the scream that bubbled up from his chest, even though he knew he should, that he needed to. He felt the way the scream tasted on his tongue, tangy and acrid and long overdo, even as his vocal chords vibrated in time with his core. He could hear the sounds of shattering glass and breaking vases, of wooden furniture smashing against the walls around him as he wailed but he couldn't stop it, just like he couldn't stop his fingers from pulling out his hair, just like he couldn't stop Sam and Tucker and Jazz and Mom and Dad and everyone from dying a horrible, horrible death and-

Warm hands met his, pulling them away from his head. Danny fought against it, scratching and screaming and crying as he tried to curl back in on himself, but it was no use; he was already exhausted, and clearly whoever this was was just stronger than he was. By the time they had succeeded at lowering Danny's hands to his lap, Danny was openly sobbing.

"It's ok, Little Badger," Vlad said, taking Danny into a hug. Danny didn't fight against it this time, burying his face into Vlad's shirt without a care for how his tears or snot would mess it up. "I'm here."

That was part of the problem though, wasn't it? he wanted to say. You're here and I'm here and they aren't. They aren't, and I am, and I should be dead in the rubble with them. I should be the one who died, so they could live, just like it was always supposed to be.

Danny couldn't say anything. His throat stung from the wail, and his eyes stung from the tears, and his head stung from the places he'd pulled out his hair.

It might've been an hour before Danny had cried himself out, maybe longer, but through the whole thing, Vlad had stayed their, holding Danny close and whispering soothing, meaningless words. It was only after his very last sniffles had died out that Vlad pulled away.

"Are you feeling any better?" he asked.

Danny shook his head. It was the truth; he wasn't.

"That's okay. You don't need to be. I will be here regardless."

It was disconcerting, hearing words that kind come from Vlad Plasmius's mouth, but then again Vlad had been nothing but sweet to him since he came here however long ago it was. There was a solid chance Vlad would've had to carry him up to the bedroom; Danny couldn't remember. He couldn't remember anything about his arrival here; he could barely remember anything from his time here anyway.

Danny didn't flinch away when Vlad's hands came up to his face to rub the tears off of his cheeks, not until he noticed the deep gashes pushed straight through the pure black gloves and into his skin. Tiny beads of already dried ectoplasm sat beneath the cuts, many of them smeared into a faint pink sheen.

Danny pulled away, grabbing Vlad's wrists to inspect them. Vlad did not fight. "You're hurt."

"It's just a scratch, Little Badger."

Danny shook his head. "I hurt you."

"Just as I have hurt you in the past. You didn't mean to."

That was right. Danny didn't mean to. Just like he didn't mean to wreck the potted plant that sat in tatters in the corner of the room. Just like he didn't mean to ruin the carpet, to the end tables, or anything else. He ruined it all, just like he ruined everything else.

He felt his eyes burn again, but this time no tears came. All he could do was tremble in place, hands gripped into tight fists, making sure that his nails dug into his own flesh this time, not anyone else's.

"I've said something wrong, haven't I." He heard Vlad say quietly. "I'm sorry, Daniel, for whatever it was." A beat of silence, before he continued. "Would it help if I let you clean up?"

Danny had almost forgotten that was a thing he could do. This was a mess he could fix, a problem he could solve. He nodded once, quick and shaky.

"I shall go get some supplies, and then we will clean this together. You wait for me here. Understood?"

Danny nodded, and Vlad went off down the hall.

It would be nice, to clean up one of his messes for once.

---

"I don't understand why I need to do this," Danny asked. He was sitting on an operating table in Vlad's own lab, elgs dangling off the edge.

It was weird, entering it for the first time. He was struck with a horrible amount of deja vu, and once he'd fought that off he'd been overtaken by just how different everything was.

His parents' lab had always been messy, to an almost comical and definitely unsafe degree. wires and scrap metal and inventions in various points of construction littered every possible surface, and in some cases impossible surfaces as well. Despite the mess, his parents knew where everything went, where everything was. Danny could still remember the exact order of every single blaster and tool from when it was his turn to clean the lab, despite having not done it for... two, three months now?

Vlad's laboratory couldn't be more different. Not only was every surface visible, it was practically shining. Chemicals and instruments lined the walls on carefully designed hooks or holders, and there were no visible blueprints at all; Danny didn't know if they were holed up in drawers or if Vlad stored them somewhere else. Or maybe he'd given up inventing completely. He had been busy taking care of Danny these last couple months.

"Because you have been through a period of extreme distress, and its important that we monitor your health," Vlad answered, pulling on a set of gloves.

"I guess," Danny said, picking at the hem of his shirt. "But you're not a doctor."

"You are correct," Vlad said. "I do seem to recall a rather unfortunate accident while working on my PhD dissertation."

"Oh. Sorry."

"It's okay, Daniel. I understand being hesitant about this. But as the only other halfa, and with nearly all of the education required to be a doctor in this field, I would argue that I am the best person to do something like this with you."

"Right. Okay. And it's just a check up, like a normal doctor would do?"

"There are some other things I will need to test for," Vlad said. "But they will be a handful of scans, nothing more. The worst thing I will be doing is a blood test, and I will make sure you are well aware when that will happen." He turned back to Danny with a smile. "I try not to lie to you, Daniel. Not unless its necessary."

Danny trusted Vlad. It was still a novel concept, but he did. The older halfa had been almost unreasonably kind to him during his stay at the mansion, and hadn't so much as insulted his father more than once or twice. He'd done everything he could to help Danny, and had asked nothing in return. The least he could do was sit still for a quick doctor's visit.

They worked through the tests in near silence, Danny listening to the instructions the best that he could. It was only once Vlad had stepped to the side to wheel over a cart, something to measure the strength of his core, that Danny spoke. "In the other timeline, you'd built a statue."

Vlad stopped. A full, complete stop, as if someone had pressed pause on him. Danny had begun to worry that Clockwork was about to make another appearance before he started moving again. "Oh?" was all he said.

Danny nodded. "Where the... accident. Occurred."

"I suppose you are asking if I can do the same?"

Danny nodded again.

"I can see why you might think it's a good idea," Vlad said slowly. "But I will have to disagree."

Danny's heart dropped. He'd been sitting on this idea for a few weeks now, waiting for the perfect time to bring it up. He had thought Vlad would say yes; technically, he already had said yes, even if that timeline was no longer accurate. "Why not?"

"I just think that something like that is more likely to make you start living in the past," Vlad explained, just as slowly as before. "I know you have not told me everything from this 'other future,' but it is quite possible that doing such a thing encouraged your other self to do all of that, is it not?"

He hadn't thought about it that way, but Vlad did have a point. Maybe the statue had been a tipping point for the other him; had he gone back to cry over their makeshift, communal grave? Had he gone there so many times that he could fly the route by heart? That his knees were in a permanent state of bruised and muddy from the time he spent kneeling there.

Danny only hummed in reply.

"I suppose that does lead well in another topic I've been meaning to talk with you about," Vlad said, wheeling the cart over to where Danny sat. "I also don't think its a good idea for you to return to Amity Park."

Danny threw his head up to look Vlad in the eyes. "What? Why?"

"It will be much, much harder to avoid... sour reminders, so to say," Vlad said. He pressed some buttons on the machine, pointedly not looking at Danny. "It will be much harder to continue as you have been in the last few days, when you are faced with their passing again."

"But-" Danny swallowed hard. "But what if a ghost attacks?"

"Do you really think there hasn't been a single ghost attack since you first came here?" Vlad asked.

Danny's eyes widened in worry. He hadn't really thought about it, not between everything else he'd been through, but Vlad was right. The ghosts didn't take days off based on how Danny was doing before, and they certainly wouldn't now. With his parents dead, that only left Valerie and the Guys in White, and while Valerie may have been competent, she was only one human. The Guys in White were hardly worth mentioning.

Vlad rested his hand on Danny's shoulder and gave a slight, reassuring squeeze. "Relax, Daniel. I thought of this as soon as I saw what state you were in. I have used my connections to make sure that your town is perfectly safe from any harm. And, not to brag, but I do believe my precautions are just as strong as you are. Perhaps even more so."

Danny sagged in relief. "Oh thank the ancients."

"Actually, I think you should be thanking me," Vlad teased. "Now, straighten up. The scanner doesn't work as well when you're folded up like that."

Danny obeyed. It was a good thing Vlad had thought ahead like that; Danny didn't want to see what an Amity Park without a Phantom to protect it.

---

Things had been going well. Almost unreasonably well, for only a couple of months having passed. Living with Vlad had become almost enjoyable, and Danny was feeling good.

Maybe that was why he was flying back to Amity Park.

He'd realized, some time after digging himself out of the vat of survivors guilt and depression, that just because the most important people to him weren't around anymore, it didn't mean that there was nobody left who relied on him. He was Danny Phantom, Amity Park's number one line of defense against ghost attacks. He couldn't disappear forever, not until his town was safe.

He'd let himself stay out of the fight for long enough. Part of that time, he didn't have much of a choice; sitting up had been too much effort, let alone a proper fight. The other part, his fears had been assuaged by Vlad's promises to keep the ghosts out. As much as he might not approve of Vlad's methods, he knew that they worked.

That didn't mean he could just leave his home behind. He had a job to do.

And maybe, there was a large part of him that still screamed in agony whenever he saw a creepy book from Vlad's collection, or when he booted up Vlad's ancient computer, and his first reaction was to message Sam and Tucker. How the voice in the back of his head that encouraged him to go through the motions of self care sounded a bit too much like Jazz, or the lab Vlad did his check ups in, and how his initial reaction was always that it was too neat , not nearly enough life in it. That part needed... something. Closure, maybe, or maybe it just wanted to drag Danny back down into the depths of his despair.

Either way, Danny needed to get back to Amity Park. Even if only for a little bit. Even if Vlad didn't want him to.

He made sure to stay invisible as he passed the welcome sign to the city; he wouldn't be surprised if the Guys in White had gone a little crazy in his family's absence.

The city was in surprisingly good condition, for what he could tell. He couldn't say anything about the Nasty Burger's disaster site; even now he couldn't get himself to look at it, but everything else was almost exactly how he imagined it. There wasn't an abundance of ectopuses roaming the streets, none of his normal rogues gallery had take over the town, and the Guys in White had either gotten much better at hiding, or they'd not taken up the reigns as much as he'd expected them too.

It was nice, seeing just how well Vlad had kept his promise. If this was how well the city ran with him gone, maybe the fruit loop was right; maybe he could move on and stop clinging to the past.

Danny drifted aimlessly through the streets, keeping high in the sky to avoid any ghost scanners that may detect his presence. He didn't have a real destination in mind, and was almost surprised when he found himself floating above the park.

He was surprised when he saw a familiar red hat.

Danny blinked, then shook his head, then rubbed at his eyes, but the hat didn't disappear. Neither did the familiar figure whose head it was sitting on, nor the girl wearing far too much black for the warm, sunny weather.

It was Sam and Tucker, sitting on their park bench, just like they'd done a thousand times before the accident. They were talking animatedly with each other, and while Danny was too far away to hear, he knew them well enough to fill in whatever inane argument they were having by their gestures alone.

They were alive. They were here, and they were talking, and they were alive. Danny didn't care how, didn't care why, didn't care about anything besides getting back to his spot on the bench, empty besides them after months and months of tears. They were alive.

Danny entered a steep dive, not caring to keep his speed in check, the only thing on his mind being his friends smiling, happy, living faces. He would be back by their side in just a few minutes, back where he belonged.

And then he was. Danny Fenton, lazily slotting into his spot on the bench as if he had never been gone. As if the last few months hadn't happened. He was shoving papers into his purple backpack, complaining loudly about some English assignment he didn't want to do.

Danny Fenton sat on the bench, in his normal, human form, and Danny Fenton watched him, frozen in the air, invisibility hiding his ghost form from view.

The person on the bench was him, he knew it with a certainty he couldn't remember ever feeling before in his half life. That Danny was him, and yet here he was, still floating dozens of feet above ground. Something was horribly, terribly wrong, and Danny had a feeling that he knew exactly who was at fault.

---

Danny was sitting on a billboard, overlooking the perfectly intact Nasty Burger when Vlad- when Plasmius found him. Even though he was in his ghost form, he was a mess, nothing like his normal, distinguished self. His hair was a mess, and he moved with a twitchy, anxious quality that Danny had become far too familiar with over the years.

"There you are," Vlad said, the relief palpable in his voice. "I was worried about you, Little Badger."

Danny hummed, not moving his eyes from the fast food restaurant. "It's still standing."

Vlad sat next to him, close enough that Danny could feel how he kept his body tensed. "They must have rebuilt it."

"Right."

"Daniel, I understand that you've missed this place, but you can't just fly off like that," Vlad admonished. "If you had just asked-"

"I did ask," Danny interrupted. "Several times. And you said no every time."

"I didn't realize you would go to such drastic lengths to get back here. If I had known, I would've brought you."

Danny hummed again. "So you could make sure that everyone had a convenient reason to be out of town, right? So you could make sure that I didn't see anything that would ruin the lie you've built up?"

"Ah," Vlad said, any warmth and worry he'd had in his voice gone. "You saw them, then."

"Yeah, I saw them. And I saw the real Danny too. Because I'm not real, am I? All those tests, all those check ups, they weren't to make sure I was still healthy, were they? You were testing to make sure I wouldn't, I don't know, melt away or something, weren't you?"

Danny finally turned to look at Vlad. He was staring through Danny, pure red eyes unmoving and unfocused. "I really thought you had changed, Vlad. You've been so nice to me, and now I find out that everything was a lie? That I'm a lie? You let me go through all of that, just because, what? You were lonely? Was that it?"

"I am sorry, Daniel," Vlad said, voice barely above a whisper.

"Do you really think an apology is going to make all of this better?" Danny said, just barely shy of shouting.

"I'm not apologizing for that."

The pain hit all at once, a horrible, burning, piercing feeling that seemed to be coming from everywhere all at once. It was pure agony, coursing through his veins, a type of pain he only remembered from the portal. He couldn't stop himself from falling forward, straight into Vlad.

Danny clung to Vlad's arms, squeezing hard enough that he knew it would hurt, but he didn't care, couldn't care, not over the horrid pain he was going through. Distantly, he felt Vlad's hand on his head, carding hands through his hair so very gently, just like he had done a dozen times before. He couldn't tell at what point it stopped being hair and started being pure ectoplasm.

"Hurts," he slurred, his voice muffled and distorted as he choked on his own melting flesh and ectoplasm.

"I know, Little Badger," Vlad said, voice soft. "It'll be over soon. I won't let this happen again. I promise."

---

Vlad did his best to gather as much of the ectoplasm as he could. He wouldn't be able to use it again, of course, not with how tainted it would be from the dirt and debris on the sign, but he couldn't find himself to let it go. The ectoplasm would be placed in a vial in the lab, safely tucked away in a cupboard with the other failures.

He did his best to blink back the tears he felt gathering in his eyes. He'd gotten attached to this one; how could he not? It was so close to perfect, so close to success. If it hadn't been for this little trip, it would have been.

Vlad took a deep, deep breath. Next time would be different. He knew what to do now; this Daniel had given him the answer on a silver platter.

It would only be a matter of time before he got his son. His Daniel.

Only a matter of time.

---

Prompts used: ScarletSakura - Danny finds out he’s a clone, what happened to the real Danny? shadowfaerieammy - What if Danny's clone was actually identical to him? faeriekit - Two Faced underforeversgrace - It hurt. He always knew it would hurt. He didn't realize how much.

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny fenton #vlad plasmius #phic phight #tw depression #tw survivors guilt #tw self harm #tw hair pulling #tw manipulation #post tue

45 notes · View notes

neocentral · 9 months

Text

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: hair pulling

bully!jeno yanking your hair so hard your head is pulled back because he likes the way you stare up at him while trying to pry his hands away. all he can think about is ramming himself inside you mercilessly as he pulls roughly, watching your glassy eyes roll as they leak tears, ruining the makeup you spent so much time on, murmuring about how it hurts.

#tw hair pulling #starring... jeno !#screenplay…#[NEO] play…#bully!jeno #jeno x reader #jeno #jeno smut

147 notes · View notes

rinhaler · 2 months

Note

Thinking about plug! Sukuna saying "tell me you want this princess" and "say you fucking need me bitch" desperately when you don't respond :/

I can't write him anymore in this AU bc every time they fuck I want to tell him we love him but we CAN'TTTTTTT

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dubcon, smoking weed (implied), cheating, manhandling, size difference, slight pining, spanking, degradation, dry humping, vaginal sex, pet names (princess), hair pulling, he slaps u 🫶🏽 ++ squirting !

words: 1.5k

“What are you doing here?” you ask, attempting to close the door before he can come in. He smirks, managing to stick his foot between the door and the frame before you can shut it. “You can’t be here, Sukuna.”

He rolls his eyes, pushing his way inside and making himself at home. You lock the door quickly after him, standing with your arms folded as you watch him investigate your apartment. You can’t tell if he’s amused or disgusted, and it makes you wonder why he’s here at all.

“You really are a trust fund baby. Aren’t ya?” he smirks. “Here.”

Your eyes never leave him as he approaches your kitchen table, tossing a bag of weed down onto it. You stare, long enough for him to scoff as if insulted. And then you look at him, looking right back at you. There’s an expression of his face that you can’t quite read, and the silence between you builds and builds.

“What is this?” you ask.

“Weed. I thought you’d know that by now, you smoke enough of mine.” he says, it’s casual but not quite playful enough to be sincere. So you huff, folding your arms across your chest as you consider what to say next. “Don’t worry,” he starts.

“Well I am worried because you always want something from me when you give me weed.” you sigh. “Like a kiss or—”

“Heard you and Yuuji were arguing.” he interrupts you. “Thought you might need something to relax. I don’t have a motive… just trying to—”

“Trying to get your dick wet again, I’m not stupid.” you interrupt him right back. He looks at you, and this time you can read his expression clearly. There’s annoyance across his features plain as day, but you see traces of hurt, too.

Is it possible? Is it really possible for him to extend a kindness to you with no ulterior motive? It’s hard to believe. It’s hard to take seriously when you know the type of person he is. You don’t even really like each other. You’ve gone from hating each other to tolerating each other for Yuuji’s sake.

And still, you feel sorry for him.

He came all of this way, and you’ve hardly been a good host thus far. You sigh, sitting at the kitchen table. The weed must be his idea of a peace offering, so you shrug. He moves from leaning against the table to sitting on the seat opposite to you, watching you carefully as you decide what your next move is.

“I— I don’t even know how to roll.” you confess.

“… I can do it for you.”

Your laughter is infectious enough to make Sukuna laugh too. You’ve been watching old episodes of SpongeBob for an hour, and you can’t believe how long it’s been since you watched it. You always thought it was funny as a kid. But you hadn’t expected it to be even funnier as an adult.

But maybe you’re just high.

“Sukuna?” you say, it’s quiet in comparison to your laugh. But he hears it clear enough, looking down to where your head is rested in his lap. He nods to tell you to continue, but looking up at his harsh red eyes and chiselled jaw makes you nervous. ��Why did you really come over?”

He clears his throat, taking a final drag of his blunt before stubbing it out in the nearby ashtray. His eyes can barely meet yours as he searches for the confidence to tell you the truth.

“I just wanted to see you.” he confesses.

You turn off the TV and sit upright. You’re sitting beside him, and now, he can’t take his eyes off you. A squeak leaves you as he dares to pull you closer to him, so close that you’re straddling him.

You hate yourself.

You want to kiss him.

He smirks at the little internal conflict that’s plastering itself across your face. His hands smooth up your sides, one travelling further to take a firm grasp of the back of your neck. His hold is strong, but not forceful. Just enough to keep you in place and maybe bring you closer to him and he leans in to kiss you.

And you let him.

Your lips lock and you moan as he helps you grind down onto his growing bulge. He smiles against your lips as your mouth opens just enough for him to slip you some tongue. A primal growl rips through him as he feels your warm, clothed cunt rub against him just right.

“Tell me you want this, princess.” he says quietly before kissing you again.

You don’t respond, focusing on kissing him back and getting yourself off like a horny teenager. Your hands cup his face, and you continue to roll your hips against him pathetically. Heavy breaths and wanton moans leave you as you proceed to chase the feeling and carry on giving Sukuna what he wants just as desperately.

You do want this.

Your pitiful display can attest to that.

His hands wander again to squeeze your ass, Sukuna’s own moaning at the mere feeling of your pussy soaking his sweats should be enough to make him feel ashamed. He doesn’t care, though. Not when your lips are on his and your entrance is just two layers of fabric away.

He rests his head on the back of the couch, allowing you the time to tell him. Really tell him how much you crave him.

But you don’t.

Not a single word.

His eyes grow darker, more impatient. Could he be wrong? The way you’re using him tells him otherwise, but he wants you to tell him. He needs you to. A hand spanks hard against your ass cheek before he moves it to slap you across the face.

And it shocks you.

His other hand wraps around your hair and forces you closer to him again. Noses almost touch as he looks at you like a meal to be devoured by an animal in the wild.

“Say you fucking need me, bitch.” he demands.

You can’t tell if you’re nodding on your own or if he’s doing it himself with your hair. But you crumble, for him. Spilling your desire and crumbling under his stare, admitting your deepest shame.

“I n-need you, Sukuna,” you bite your lip. “Please.”

He reaches under your skirt to move your panties aside. His patience is thin, he just wants to feel you. He quickly pulls his cock out from beneath his sweats, lining his thick tip up with your dripping hole.

“Fuck.” you gasp, eyes watering as he repeatedly dips in and out of you.

You screech as he forces you down on his length, and he grunts at the sensation of your cunt forcing itself to accommodate his girth. He’s loud, and he doesn’t care in the slightest. This is what he wanted all along.

This is always what he wants.

He helps you ride him, even fucking up into you shallowly to help hit the spongy spot deep inside that always makes you delirious. The spot only he can hit. Not some random guy. Not his little brother. Just him.

“That’s it, princess,” he praises you, noting by your pretty face and spasming cunt that you’re nearing your demise. He’s not much better, either, ready to coat your insides at any given second. He’s holding off, though. He needs you to cum first. “Let go, make a mess for daddy. Go on.”

“C-Can’t—” you tell him. The stretch is glorious and the feeling of his pretty tip battering your g-spot is perfection personified. But it’s too much. It’s too much to focus on and ground yourself to really enjoy and let yourself go. You’re struggling to take him. You can’t give him what he wants and—

He forces your little crop top up to rest beneath your collarbones, quickly sucking and kissing your nipples between his soft lips. His tongue laps at them. And God he’s wasted being a fucking drug dealer.

He should be a porn star.

He pulls away as you clamp around him, throwing your head back from the blissful feeling as your cunt soaks him. Your squirt all over him, turning light grey sweats dark as you almost scream through the feeling of your release.

The sight is more than enough to make him finish. His balls tighten and cum coats your insides as he finishes with you fully seated on his cock. Sukuna’s arms hug tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he empties himself in your womb.

He slowly continues to make out with your tits when it’s over. His energy spent but still desperate to feel you, please you, hear you in any capacity. The overstimulation drives you wild, you do all you can do wriggle away but it’s hopeless.

Sukuna is stronger than you’ll ever be, and you’ve given him full control of your body.

#💌 — luxe mail #📨 — requests #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna ryomen x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu #jjk x fem!reader #tw cheating #tw degradation #tw hair pulling #tw manhandling #tw size difference

945 notes · View notes

jammysworks · 9 months

Text

smut after the cut

18+ MDNI

warnings: oral (female receiving), overstimulation, language, pet names (baby & you have a few nicknames for conrad (con, connie), hair grabbing

word count: 0.4k

shoving at his muscular shoulders, feet planted against his back attempting to gather any form of strength to shove him off of your poor sore and puffy pussy. his tongue marking countless stripes up your slit. his veiny hand holding your hips down as you squirm away, the other occupied by his digits drilling into your pussy. you screaming out, “n-no more con! can’t take it!” you know you can, and it feels so good, so why stop? the sentence spilling out of his mouth being your answer. “yes you can. ‘done it before. you can take it baby” the words coming out muffled against your pussy lips, the vibrations sending shocks up your spine causing whimpers to erupt from your red tinted, drool spilling mouth.

you knew conrad would be this way. not being able to see you for so long due to college affected him so badly. the late night videos of him playing with his cock and you returning the favor by replying with a photo shoot of your soaked pussy not being enough for him. he needed to feel you wrapped around him again, he needed to taste your sweet pussy.

that’s how you ended up here, with your fingers wrapped up in his frenzied hair trying to shove him out from between your thighs. it felt like he had been down there for hours. days even. but you both knew he wouldn’t be letting up soon, not when it felt so good to have your thighs around his head, nails clawing at his scalp. you used every fiber of your being to not pass out, the hot pleasure being too much. but he wouldn’t listen. you tried and tried to get him to give you a break but he was so persistent about you cumming that he completely spaced your pleas and begging until he heard a hushed whine and your overused voice squeak out a rambled sentence, “gon—oh shitt—gonna cum connie..please let me cum!” your hand pawing for something to grip onto for some form of stabilization (besides his tousled hair). your acrylic nails finding purchase of your navy blue bed sheets.

your vision screened to a white scenery as you released your orgasm, feeling yourself gushing on conrad’s fingers creating a tint of red on your cheeks, but the embarrassment quickly washed away as you felt him groan loudly and deeply against your pussy. looking down to see a red and sweaty conrad reaching for—his now—cum stained boxers.

i love him sm feel free to request other ideas of him!! <3

#conrad fisher #tsitp conrad #tsitp #conrad fisher smut #conrad is so bbg #tw smut #tw hair pulling #tw overstimulation #he’s mine #he’s so pretty i want him #conrad fisher fluff #conrad fisher imagine

557 notes · View notes

albaedough · 2 years

Note

Scaramouche x female reader

Sub reader

Fluff to smut

Oh how about one where he’s all scary but around the reader he’s soft until the reader makes him jealous ? She’s the light to his darkness

Maybe the reader can be smaller then him for head kisses?

Forgiveness

GENSHIN IMPACT Character x Fem!Reader Smut Stories

Word count: 1.5k

Characters: Scaramouche, Thoma(side character)

Pairings: Scaramouche x SubFem!Reader

Warnings: ⚠️ 18+ ONLY, MDNI ⚠️ oral, dacryphilia, slight possessiveness, gagging, hair pulling, biting, name-calling, praise, masturbation

Taglist @stygianoir

Click below for more

Scaramouche

The moon hangs lazily in the night sky as you swing your feet forward from the edge of the bridge you are sitting on. As you let out a joyous giggle, your toes gently splash the cool water below, disturbing the panicked koi fish around you. The gentle evening breeze catches your hair as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, turning towards Thoma, who had been making you laugh with his cheery demeanor as you await your true lover, Scaramouche. You weren't exactly sure what had been taking Scaramouche so long. Still, you were grateful for Thoma's company, yet, unbeknownst to you, Scaramouche was eyeing the interaction between the two of you in the distance, and a chill shot up your spine.

Shivering, your teeth chatter, and you wrap your arms around yourself, "Are you cold, Y/N? Here. .take my jacket!" Thoma politely says, giving you a friendly grin as he passes you his jacket. Before you can even put it on, a hand shoots towards it and snatches it away, shoving it back towards Thoma, and the two of you are left speechless.

Cranking your head towards whoever was rude enough to pull something like that off, you are in shock. Standing before you is Scaramouche with a not-so-pleased look on his face as he scowls towards Thoma, "She's fine; she doesn't need your jacket," he says gruffly, eyeing Thoma up and down as if he were the very dirt beneath his shoes. Trying to grasp the situation, you glance back and forth between them, and you swear you see the lightning spark in their eyes as if they are battling for your reverence.

You never saw this side to Scaramouche, and in fact, it intimidated you. Taking a step back and feeling the tension in the air, you suck a breath between your teeth, "That's enough, you two," you declare candidly, pushing them away from each other. Standing your ground and placing your hands at your hips, your eyes cast a shadow of disappointment at the two men before you, "I'm a little bit astounded, Scara. You're not normally like this. I'm sorry, Thoma, I suppose Mr. Grumpy pants over here can't handle someone being nice to his partner," you say giving a scolding jab at Scaramouche. Still, Scara huffed and folded his arms across his chest in frustrated fuming bitterness, "We should get going now. Talk soon, Thoma!" you say, waving towards Thoma as you drag Scaramouche along.

The trek home was silent, yet you couldn't help but feel an emanating aura of irritation coming from Scaramouche as if it could burst at any moment. You were almost regretting taking a jab at him earlier. Feeling the awkward silence had you on edge, and you break it, "Want to talk about what happened earlier?" you ask him softly, taking care not to upset him further. Hearing him suck in a breath and sigh heavily, you turn your head towards him, yet he stays silent as if he is afraid to upset you, "O-okay, well, I'm here if you want to talk," you continue with furrowed brows.

Upon arriving at your shared home, Scaramouche is quick to make a beeline towards the front door, "W-wait. .Scara. Damnit. .," you call out towards him, following close behind. Yet once inside, he turns to you and closes the door, caging you between the front door and him, with no actual means of escape. The glint in his eyes is dangerous and ravenous, "Well, you're awfully close. ." you manage to say, fluttering your eyes down towards the ground to avoid his hungry gaze.

"As I should be. ." Scaramouche says, closing the gap between the two of you as he firmly presses his lips against yours and pulls away; he continues, "You are mine and mine alone," his hungry stare only becoming more desirous as he takes a section of your hair between his fingers, putting his lips to it. The butterflies in your stomach flutter rapidly, and your heartbeat quickens under his watchful lavender gaze. You can't help but snake your arms around Scaramouche's neck, kissing him abruptly, hopefully showing him how much he means to you.

Scaramouche growls into the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth as you part your lips for him eagerly. Resting his free hand on your thigh, his fingertips gently graze up your thigh, hiking up under your skirt. At a rhythmic pace, your tongues waltz around each other as you accept him fully, guiding his hand under your skirt until he barely grazes the outline of your panties, prompting you to let out a small moan in anticipation. Hooking his thumb under the side of your underwear, he tugs it away and then snaps it back against your skin, and you gasp, pulling away from the kiss in surprise, "S-Scara. ." you pant, clutching onto the fabric on his chest.

"Be quiet. I'm not done with you yet. ." Scaramouche seethes, leaning down into the nape of your neck, giving it a long lick, and you shudder under him. His teeth graze your sensitive flesh as he continues to play with the edge of your panties, and as he bites down, he slips a finger down towards your clit, beginning to rub at it painfully slow. Already wet from anticipation, Scaramouche pulls away from your neck, "You're already so wet. .you were expecting this weren't you? Such a slut. First Thoma, now this? Tsk. .just what shall I do with you?" he scrutinizes, giving your neck another long slow lick as he licks over his claim mark, the warmth of his tongue cause the butterflies in the pit of your stomach to go ballistic as they long to burst out.

"Sc-scara, p-please. .if you're going to fuck me, just do it a-alre-"

"I said be quiet!" Scaramouche snaps as he shoves his index finger into your slick cunt, his palm massaging against your clit as you grind into his hand, moaning softly. Nudging his finger towards your sweet spot, your body lurches forward from pleasure, unable to control your moans, and Scaramouche smirks, "That's my girl. Show me you belong to only me," he says menacingly sweet as he grins wickedly at you. You can't help but cling to him as you lower your head towards his chest, feeling defeated, your soft moans growing ever louder. Finally, he removes his hand from your wet cunt; a slick, glistening, sticky mess is all over his fingers, and he puts it up to your mouth, grazing your lips with his thumb, "Lick them clean," he demands.

"Y-yes, sir," you say, opening up your mouth willingly, eagerly even. You gently take each wet finger into your mouth one by one, lapping up every last drop of your slick. You take special care, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of your mouth as he gazes at you with lust. Finally popping the last finger from your mouth, you lick your lips clean, still drunk from his touch and wanting nothing more than to please him, "Let me show you that you're the only one for me~," you muse, starting to unbuckle his belt, feeling the tightness of his shorts from his hardened cock, longing to be free. Releasing his manhood from its prison, it twitches in your hand, and Scaramouche groans as you get on your knees.

"Yes, baby. .suck it for me," he coos, wrapping his fingers into your hair as he tugs it, making you look up so he can admire your flushed look. Your cheeks were dusted pink, and you have still been panting. Opening your mouth for him, you stick your tongue out, ready to taste his thick girth, "Look at you, so eager and waiting, such a marvelous slut you are," Scaramouche says, tugging at your hair tighter, pushing your face into his cock, your mouth finding it quickly.

Taking him in slowly, you groan into him, and his grip on your hair grows as Scaramouche shoves you further onto his cock, causing you to gag. Guiding your head, Scaramouche pulls you away, giving you brief room to breathe, and then pushes your head back onto his dick, and tears are now streaking down your face as you struggle to breathe but eagerly want to please him. You can feel the length of his cock hitting the back of your throat as his cock twitches, "Hngg. .that's it, just like that, baby. You're taking me so well, just look at the face you're making," he teases, groaning with each rough thrust.

Eventually, unable to take his ruthless thrusts, you slide your fingers down your panties, wanting equal pleasure. Finding your clit with ease, your eyes roll to the back of your head in a messy display of overstimulation, and Scaramouche growls, pleased with your tear-soaked face, "So beautiful you are, that's my girl," he coos as you finger yourself, feeling yourself tip over the edge in a grand finale. Your moans are muffled from his cock, the vibrations causing him to let out a long groan as his seed hits the back of your throat, "Hnngg, yes baby, well done!" Scaramouche praises, releasing his cock from your mouth, and in doing so, you gasp for air, a strand of saliva and cum hangs from your lips and the tip of his dick.

"I forgive you."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

#genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin x you #genshin impact fandom #tw smut #tw dacryphilia #tw praise kink #tw hair pulling #scaramouche x female reader #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #genshin impact x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin imagines #genshin impact scaramouche

375 notes · View notes

scoliosismaster · 3 months

Text

if this gets like 10 notes ill actually try to quit hair pulling

(im so desperate help)

#tw hair pulling #hair pulling

16 notes · View notes

needfantasticstories · 2 months

Text

An Era Between

Twilight hated the rain today . He hated the way it hid their opponents in veils of water, the way it sprayed as the lizalfos slammed into his shield, and the way it turned solid footing into a delicate balancing act with every strike and parry. Above all, he hated how it had no effect on the hoard of dual-headed lizalfos slithering around them.

“Anyone recognize these?” Warrior shouted as the pack pulled back and circled the heroes. These beasts were nearly as fast as Wild’s, but twice as large. “What’s the trick to them?”

No one answered. The monsters slowed, but continued to circle, hissing as they watched the heroes.

“Anyone recognize this era?” Time shouted. Eight answered the negative. “Looks like we’re between eras, Captain.”

“At least we don’t have to hunt around for the monsters,” Four grumbled. “They found us pretty quickly.”

Twilight turned to Wild. “Hey, do you think we could try… Wild?” Twilight groaned. Wild was staring straight ahead, slowly blinking but eyes unfocused, his bow and arrow halfway raised. Twilight pulled the Champion behind his back. “ I’ve got you, kid,” he muttered. What a time to get a memory. But this isn’t even his era! “Captain! Time! Wild is stuck in a memory!”

“Now?” Legend looked over his shoulder, and rolled his eyes. “Great timing, Wild.”

“Snap him out of it! Fast!” Time shouted, and the lizalfos, seeming content with circling and watching, struck hard and fast.

“Wild!” Twilight blocked with one arm and used the other to reach back and shake his young brother. “Wild! Wake up! Hey!” He shoved the two snapping heads back with his shield. The monster fell, and the heads snapped at each other before the drooling monstrosity scrambled back up.

“Wild! Oh, come on! LINK!” Twilight shouted. Wild did not respond, but the monsters did. Like a ripple, one head of each lizalfos turned to stare at Wild.

Twilight drew the Champion closer against his back with his shield arm, and held his sword ready against the monsters that began to swarm around them, slipping behind and between the pair and their companions. Twilight couldn’t even see them, only hear their calls.

He ran through every option he could think of, and finally drew out a bomb and prayed to Ordon for luck. He shoved Wild down and covered him, hoping his shield could do enough but knowing it was not.

It never went off.

He looked up, and once again cursed the rain. It had drenched the fuse!

Claws dug into his shoulders and pried him off of Wild. He pulled his brother up after him, but stars and a sharp pain in his head smothered everything. He could barely sense the world beyond the ringing in his ears and water splashing on his face. Cold and wet ground slammed up into him. It was the last he remembered when the others stood around him as he blinked awake under a bright red sunset.

“Where…What happened to Wild?” He tried to sit up, but piercing pain in his head sent him back down onto his bedroll with a groan.

“He’s gone.” Time answered.

***

If Ganondorf had one word for this whelp, it was savage. The broken shields and a few bones were all that remained of the four lizalfos that had brought him in. The boy was slippery, and had stolen their weapons before he stepped down from his throne, grabbed the boy’s hair, tore the spear away and at last ended the useless waste of his time and monsters.

Ganondorf released his hair and snatched the hero by the throat. He was so light, and the King lifted him so that this feet kicked uselessly in the air, eager to examine the creature those foolish old sages had claimed would reunite the Triforce, the “hero” Link . The name never failed to light a fire of rage within him, but he let the anger simmer low in favor of amusement. This was the hero? Older than the princess, barely out of her cradle, yet not fully grown, probably between fourteen and eighteen years, hardly old enough to have left his mothers’ care in the Gerudo traditions. The young man thrashed; while his strength far surpassed other fighters he’d faced, knights and thieves alike, still Ganondorf laughed at the disparity in their power. The young man was no match for him, scrappy as he was with all his desperate clutching. Ganondorf brought him closer still, until he felt the hot, rapid breath of the hero on his nose. Eye to eye, Ganondorf smiled while the youth snarled and strained his neck.

“They tell me you call yourself Link, but I don’t recognize you. I assumed you were still an infant, like your princess.”

The young man tried to answer, but only a thin croak broke free of Ganondorf’s grip. He loosened his fist just enough so the boy could speak.

“My name—is—Wi-Wild,” he choked out. “Link–of–Wilds! You won’t—”

But Ganondorf tightened his hold. He didn't care to hear whatever threat the boy was about to issue. “How fitting, if that proves true. And if so, you have what I seek.” Ganondorf looked at Wild’s left hand. Though he hardly felt more than a sting, this Link of the Wilds had scratched bloodied grooves into his fingers and hand. It was a relief to stop the creature from doing worse as he pried that hand away and examined it for that glorious, divine triangle. He could feel something there, something familiar and alarming: a prickling snaked up his skin and down his spine in warning. The feeling reassured him , and he watched the back of the boy’s left hand with bated breath.

The skin was blank.

He felt the warmth of Power course down into his own hand, pooling in his fist as he grabbed the thin wrist to hold it still. No , not blank , he smiled when an outline shone there, glowing faint and hollow. Called, but the full birthright was still unclaimed.,

“The princess still has the full triforce? How can that be?” The young man snarled like a wolf. Or perhaps like a wolf cub, young as he was. He shoved Ganondorf’s chest with his legs hard enough to leave bruises, and clawed his skin with bare hands. The marks bled, but Ganondorf paid such paltry wounds no mind. He glared at the boy, and laughed when the whelp glared back. There was a fire in his eyes that Ganondorf looked forward to snuffing out, but he refrained. He could break him at his leis ure once the Triforce was whole and safely in his own hand .

“Strange. You should have claimed it by now. But if your Princess has it…” Ganondorf threw the boy down at the feet of a pair of lynels that guarded the door. “Take him to the dungeon. The little princess and her Sheikah assassins must dearly miss their loyal mutt by now. Send word we’d like to make an exchange. They’ll come for him soon.”

Wild scrambled up from the floor. The lynels grabbed for him, but he surprised them both by lunging first. He slipped under the arm of one and mounted its back, and grabbed the pommel of a blade slung over the monster’s shoulder. But the other lynel followed close and pulled him down. The sword clattered to the slate tiles once it was pried from Wild’s hand.

Ganondorf accepted a cup of wine from a lizalfos, and laughed as he summoned binding shadows on Wild’s hands and feet. He stumbled, but the lynels had him then, and pulled him away from the king. They left the throne room and descended deep into the pitch-dark hall that bounced Wild’s shouts and threats from wall to wall to wall to wall, mocking.

Ganondorf sipped his wine again, looked down at his incomplete Triforce, and smiled.

***

In the barren hills below the palace, a wolf howled, and led his brothers through the night.

#linked universe #linked universe fanfic #lu wild #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday17 #tw violence #tw peril #tw hair pulling #wild and ganondorf are feral cats #in every era #gannondorf

8 notes · View notes

fuwushiguro · 2 years

Text

All This Fighting Got Me Tired

Kazutora Hanemiya x f!reader

Genre: Smut Notes: just a lil somethin' somethin' for Snow's sucking off a CEO collab. Go check out everyone's work!! Warnings: 18+, enemies to lovers (i guess), hate sex!, co-worker relationship, fingering, oral (m receiving), head pushing!, vaginal sex, masochism/pain kink, scratching, hair pulling, rough sex, degradation, slight praise, slut shaming, sorta incel vibes idk, choking, creampie, lack of aftercare, smoking. Words: 3k

networks: @planetonet @tometpd

“Please? Just for a few weeks?” Baji begged. He was prepared to drop to his knees and plead with his best friend if that’s what it took.

“I— no, dude. Even if your sister didn’t get on my last nerve, I’m not in charge of the hiring and firing!” Kazutora responded. He had hoped his lie would be convincing enough to get his friend off his case.

“Liar! You gave Chifuyu a job a few weeks ago.” Baji exclaimed. Kazutora’s eyes screwed shut as he realised what a fatal flaw he’d made. How could he possibly have forgotten that he hired their blonde, third musketeer? “Besides, my sister is a total sweetheart. I’ll never understand what you have against her.”

Only you and he know what you have against him. The reason why you irritate him to no end. He tried to kiss you at a party about a year ago. And you rejected him, hard. It’s not like it was because you were sweet and innocent either. No, Kazutora just wasn’t good enough.

But apparently one of the fucking Haitani brothers was.

“Forget it…” Kazutora mumbled, picking up his skateboard and putting his cap on backwards as he headed towards the exit of the bar he and his friend were in. “Does she even know anything about skating?”

“No, but you can teach her!” Baji beamed, his toothy grin showing off his odd fang. “Anyway… best way to learn is on the job.”

You’ve been working at the skate shop for two weeks now. Kazutora is counting down the days until you hand in your notice and fuck off to whatever school you’re going to. That’s why you’re here. You need a job to save up some cash for when you move away.

He can’t deny the fact that you’re a fast learner. On your first day you didn’t know anything about anything. Three days later you turned up with a head full of knowledge and no need for Kazutora to tell you the ins and outs of skating.

The one thing that’s bothering him, other than a crushing rejection, is your attitude. You’re happy enough when you’re helping customers; but otherwise, you’re miserable and standing around with a bored pout.

Though he somewhat understands.

You wouldn’t bother going to university if you were happy enough working minimum wage jobs like this one. But still, he was nice enough to give you a shot at this job. He didn’t have to, but he did. Only as a favour to Baji. The least you can do is keep off your phone and pretend you want to be here.

“I could fire you for this shit, y’know?” he tells you, barely looking at you as he speaks. Not that you’re looking at him either, too busy texting your friends and making after work plans.

“Did you say something?” you speak, tearing your vision from your phone and smiling widely at your manager.

His face turns to a gorgeous shade of pink that you put down to the heat in the stuffy store. The aircon is on but it’s barely doing enough to cool you while you’re standing still; let alone Kazutora who is keeping active as he works hard to maintain the shop.

“I said, I can fire you.”

“W-Wait, what? Why? Did I do something?” you ask him, your words tumbling out of your mouth as you stand upright and focus on him.

“Your fucking phone! Are you stupid? You shouldn’t be on it at work.” he expresses. He shakes his head and starts to sweep the dirt that has collected on the ground from customers coming in and out all day.

“No. I’m not stupid, sorry. I didn’t think you’d mind while the place is so quiet.” you sigh, tucking your phone into your back pocket and folding your arms across your chest and cocking your hip.

You’re so fucking entitled.

“There’s always something you can be doing,” he tells you, looking around to see what mundane chores he can force you to do. “Make sure all of the displays are perfect. Tidy up the clothes, organise in order of size. Replace missing stock from the backroom. Alphabetise the CDs and records—”

“About that,” you stop him mid-sentence, “Why does a skate shop sell CDs and records?”

“Because it’s cool. It’s different. That’s why we have a coffee shop, too.” he answers, pointing his thumb in the direction of the small little coffee area and Chifuyu smiling as he fills the role of barista. “Speaking of which, you can get your boss a coffee.”

“I’m not your fucking secretary I’m not doing that, get your own coffee Kazutora.” you tell him sternly as you start to retreat into the backroom to begin one of the many jobs he’d told you to be getting on with.

“Strike two, baby. I’m sure you don’t wanna know what happens if you get a third and how disappointed Baji will be when you tell him all about it.” he snidely speaks. Your actions are halted and your hands ball into fists that you hold by your sides.

But, ever the professional, you smile at him and head towards Chifuyu.

“Missed a spot.”

He points to the ground you’re mopping as best you can. You’ve always known he’s had a problem with you, but since you started working for him this is the most insufferable he’s been. Did using your phone really piss him off that much? Or is it just an excuse? Is he making your life more difficult to make up for the fact he’s missed so many parties, meals, and casual hang outs just because you were going to be there?

What’s his damage?

“Why do you hate me?” you ask him, bluntly, throwing the mop back into the bucket and standing with both hands on your hips. “And don’t say you don’t because we both know that you do.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Okay, but why?” you press him for further information. You’re in the store working late. Everyone else has gone home but he insisted you stay back and make up for all of the time you wasted on your phone. He’s really got it in for you; and you’re desperate to know why.

“I— you’re annoying.” he weakly responds, not knowing what else to say since the truth will make him sound utterly pathetic. He supposes he is a little.

“I’m annoying… so you hate me? That’s extreme. What have I done to you that’s so annoying?” you keep pressuring him. You aren’t annoying and he fucking knows you aren’t. A little high strung, sure. Kinda bratty, definitely. Maybe even vain and you absolutely think you’re superior to most other people. But annoying? No.

“Stop talking, mop or you’re staying another hour.”

“That’s… illegal… I think. Just tell me and I’ll try to stop! I don’t want you to hate me, you’re my brother’s best friend.” you try and bargain with him. It is returned with gritted teeth and a displeased groan.

“Not everyone loves you, is that so hard to understand? I think you’re a bitch. That’s it. Do your fucking job and shut up.” he bites back and skulks towards the check out counter to lean against it and play on his own phone while he waits for you to hurry up and finish your job so that you can both go home.

“A bitch? That’s a pretty fucking loaded term. What did I do to warrant that?” you push him, joining him behind the counter and standing directly in front of him. He starts to walk away but you follow him, hot on his heels and determined to get an answer.

“Drop it.”

“No, tell me!” you snip back instantly. He keeps quiet and tries to walk away from you but you only end up doing a lap around the store and ending up back behind the counter. “Tell me or I’ll tell Keisuke you called me a bitch!”

“Because you fucked Rin Haitani!” he blurts out and you take a small step back. You look at the ground with furrowed brows and then back up to him as you try and recall such an incident taking place.

“… You mean Ran?” you ask.

“Whatever they’re one in the same.” he mutters back, resting both elbows on the counter and leaning back comfortably with a smirk on his face. “You fucked a Haitani.”

“I’ve never fucked either of them, but I gave Ran a blowjob at a party last year… nothing else happened. But even so, what business is that of yours and why do you care? That’s no reason to hate me or call me names!” you tell him. You’re right, and he knows it. His ego is bruised and he’s too petty of a person to let it go. Any normal person would have let it go, but not him.

“You rejected me to go hook up with that lanky fuck.” he states. He kisses his teeth and stands upright as he fishes around in his pockets for his cigarettes and a lighter.

“For fuck sake.” you laugh, turning away from him and giggling more out of annoyance than amusement. “Did you think for maybe a single second that I didn’t want to hook up with my brother’s best friend while he was there? Huh?”

“So you went and fucked someone else?!”

“Listen, fucker, who and what I do is nothing to do with you. God you’re a pathetic little asshole.” you state. He takes a drag of his cigarette and chuckles back.

You’re right.

But that doesn’t mean he’s going to concede.

“Slut.”

“Excuse me?”

“Slut. You’re a fucking slut. You can act high and mighty, smart and above it all as much as you like but at the end of it all you’re just a fucking slut.” he goads you.

Your breathing is erratic and your lips are pulled into a harsh line as you try and keep it together. You decide to get in his face. Really make him uncomfortable while you take him down a notch.

“Even if I didn’t hook up with Ran, I never would have fucked you. Bet you don’t even know how your own dick works.” you comment. He looks at you with an amused smirk before dusting your face with the smoke from his cigarette.

“Babe,” he speaks, repeating the action of puffing smoke across your face before taking another drag. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”

“Nothing. I’m not missing a single God damn thing.”

“Yeah?” he raises a single eyebrow and keeps the same irritating grin on his face as he stares you down.

“Yes.”

He stands closer to you. His honey eyes glare into yours as he slowly grabs a handful of your ass and brings your body closer to his. His thigh is between your legs and you gulp lightly at the sensation. You can feel his cock against your own thigh.

“Yeah?” he asks again. You watch him place his cigarette carefully into an ashtray on the top of the counter. Your gaze is stolen from him to observe the way the smoke dances and twirls up to the ceiling. But he lightly touches your chin, bringing you back to him and you can’t help but stare between his eyes and his lips.

And the next thing you know, you’re kissing.

His arms are around your back and yours are around his neck. He skilfully spins you around and holds each of your thighs with both hands, hoisting you up onto the counter without breaking the kiss for a single second. He unbuttons his shirt and you pull your tank top over your head, throwing it God knows where as you wait for him to kiss you again.

Fuck.

It’s all so heated and rushed. Your kissing is clumsy and the way you’re interacting with each other is worse but it’s just so stimulating.

He cups one of your breasts that is being covered by your bra before working his lips down your neck and kissing your collarbone. He nibbles it a little too roughly, but it makes you moan raucously.

His lips return to yours as he fiddles with the metal button on your high waisted jeans. It doesn’t take him too long. Soon enough you’re raising your body to help him pull them and your panties off your body. He kisses you, harder, as he plunges two fingers into your tight heat.

“Ah— fuck!” you pull away to moan. His lips curve against yours as he comes back for more. The stretch is momentarily unpleasant, but he immediately finds his rhythm and the pain subsides into pleasure.

“Little whore, bet you could’a taken three with no prep.” he muses against your kiss. You lick your lips and shake your head, begging eyes imploring him to believe that you aren’t a whore, and you definitely couldn’t take three. Even with prep. “Suckin’ me in. Fuck. You’re so wet…”

He curls his fingers inside of your wet walls and soon enough you’re clawing your acrylics down his back. There isn’t a single complaint from him, though. Only pleasurable moans with each painful scratch on his skin.

He’s good.

Really good.

Too fucking good.

You’re unfurling around him sooner than you had expected. You’re desperately searching for something to grab, anything to hold to stabilise yourself as you cum. Your fingers quickly card through Kazutora’s black and blonde hair and you tug it harshly from the roots. The pulling earns more sounds of pleasure from him, the two of you moaning into each other’s mouths as you try to kiss through your high.

You're blissed out; but he has no intention of letting you rest. You owe him. He pulls you down from the counter by your ankles and swaps your positions. He’s leaning against it again and picks his cigarette back up. The little tobacco stick balances between his lips as he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his trousers and underwear just enough to free his aching cock.

Your jaw almost drops when you see it. He’s hung. Seriously fucking hung and you’re not sure how you’re going to fit it all in your mouth. The tip is red and furious. But it’s also leaking like crazy, desperate for its release.

“Suck it.” he demands.

You nod, lowering onto your knees and holding his thighs to keep him steady. He watches as you take him in your mouth hands free, deep throating him until your gag reflex kicks in. His head drops back in ecstasy as you begin to suck him off. You run your tongue along the underside of his veiny length, and he can hardly believe what a pro you are without use of your hands.

“Fuck… you look so good when you shut the fuck up.” he moans, smoke pouring from his nostrils in shuddered breaths. “Maybe you just need cock more often.” he patronises you.

But you don’t care. You know how good you are at sucking cock, and he won’t last long if you have anything to say about it. You move your hands to his hips and dig your nails into his skin, looking him dead in the eyes as you do.

His mouth widens as he moans like a pornstar, utterly enamoured with you and your mouth and the way you were quick to accommodate his masochistic side.

“F-Fuck, babe, ‘m gonna cum.” he warns you. He puts his free hand on the back of your head and begins to push. A technique to make you blow him faster but also make sure you can’t pull away when he cums.

His salty taste floods your tongue. His tangy essence staining it as you swallow each drop. The way he orgasms is boisterous. So loud as he milks each and every drop into your welcoming mouth. His legs shake as he cums and you feel your chest swell with pride.

“C’mere,” he insists, pulling you up by your wrist and bending you over the counter. He slots his cock inside of you and hisses from oversensitivity. Each movement he makes drives him insane, he thinks he might cry.

But he doesn’t stop.

Instead, he humps his massive cock inside of your velvet walls, determined to make you his property in every sense of the word. You try to cover your mouth, knowing fine well you’re being much too loud. But he grabs your wrists with one hand and pins them into the small of your back.

“Gotta— gotta fucking cum in you.”

“Tora, Tora you’re gonna h-hurt yourself. Fuck…”

“Shut up. Shut up and take it.”

Your walls clamp around him and it’s the beginning of the end. The two of you cum together, your moans coinciding with one another and filling the skate shop with an erotic melody. He uses his free hand to choke you, pulling your back into his chest as he drives himself up against your cervix, drilling every last drop into you that he can.

“Good girl, good fuckin’ girl. Such a good slut f’me.” he praises. He pushes you back down aggressively onto the counter as pulls out of you. A little trickle of watery cum drizzles out of your hole as he tucks himself back into his jeans.

You feel disgusting as you soon realise you won’t be receiving any form of aftercare from him. However, you quickly find your panties and jeans and put them on before sitting on the counter again. You have no clue where your vest is, so you sit in silence in nothing more than jeans and a bra.

Kazutora looks to his side over his shoulder to see you pouting. His best act of kindness is holding his cigarette out to you, offering you the last of it. You stare at it for a moment. Your brother wouldn’t approve. Though you’re sure he wouldn’t approve of you fucking his best friend either.

You take it, inhaling a hearty drag as you decompress from what the fuck just happened.

You figure that if you get fucked like a whore, you may as well smoke like one too.

tag list form ➪ here

422 notes · View notes