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eroslove88 · 6 days
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YES I'M GAY:
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eroslove88 · 12 days
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Happiness Will Come To You.
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eroslove88 · 1 month
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Candy Gram
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Warning: Yandere themes, kidnapping, coercion, gaslighting, and noncon (technically)
Pairing: Yan. Dazai x Semi-Yan. Reader
Note: In honor of Valentine's Day AND that I left an anonymous candy gift for my crush in our Chinese class (I think he like it but he thought that a guy sent it because of the note... my handwriting was bad and I was awkward) It's kind of bad, but I haven't written in a while.
It was strange you always thought, if they had the masterlist for every kid's schedule why did you have to find their 2nd period? None the less here you were, walking your friend to her 4th so you can follow him to his 2nd. It wasn't that hard honestly, the halls were crowded and he didn't see you- not like he even knew who you were, but you swore he was staring at you while talking to his friend. Caused to pretend to pick something off the floor, but anyways with 3 minutes left to spare before class started, Dazai entered his 2nd, "Personal Finance" you mumbled retreating to your stats class.
The whole day you were filled with this feeling of happiness- but also impending doom. It could all go wrong! You might write something creepy- OR AWKWARD. During your free period you marched to the booth and bought him chocolates, and you wrote something... awkward... "To Dazai- I've seen you around and I think you have really nice hair, and I apologize if this sounds creepy! Happy Valentine's Day!"
The last you expected was for him to come into your final class of the day to talk to his friends about the gram, "Shit..." you mumbled hearing his curious voice, "Possibly a guy" he guessed moving to the side to let you pass by him, but his eyes never left you, and you felt that. Neither him not his friends were in this class, what was he doing here? You leaned forward to talk to your friend as you heard their conversation, "Don't be an idiot." Chuuya responds snatching the paper, "The handwriting, it's bad, but unless the guy"bends that way" no dude would write you a compliment." The earth could have swallowed you whole in that moment.
On your way out of school your friend had called you, but your phone had died due to your charger being broken. You tried rushing out of campus, but you were in such a rush you ran into someone, "I'm so sorry!" you practically shouted as the lean man you just ran into dropped his container of cookies, "There's no need to worry about it hun, I know you didn't mean in." A blush sneaks onto your face as you make eye contact with him, "Uh, yeah, I'm sorry" you whisper bending down quickly to help pick up the cookies. "Such a kind lady" he says with a chuckle before grabbing your chin with his free hand, "Tell me," he leans in, "Do you think my hair looks nicer up close, or from afar, like what you're used to?" he whispers. You practically want to gulp before calming your nerves, "So... You-"
"Know? Yeah, like I wasn't going to notice you sneaking around campus just to see me." he tilts his head up before helping you up, "I'm sorry!" you say with panic in your voice, "I'm-I'm not normally like this" you hand him the container with broken cookies. He chuckles shoving it into his bag, "I like this. It makes me feel better about myself" he slowly closes the gap and grabs you by the waist before continuing to walk, and you get the hint and follow suit. "D-Dazai, where are we going?" he doesn't respond.
You regret it now, following him back to your dorm. Your wrist were bound by his neckties to the corners of the bed, he started unbuttoning his shirt, "You're quite lucky" he says staring at your nervous self, "Dazai, I'm having second thoughts-"
"You're lucky I return your feelings," his knees are at both sides of your body as he grips your face to look at his, "I'm going to make you feel so good, and remember you like me so I'm just doing you the favor of skipping that awkward stage." You squirmed a bit, and you bite your lip shaking your head slightly, "I love you but-" his lips quickly latch around yours, his kiss is sloppy; a lot of saliva and it's desperate. He pulls away for air "So, you'll let me do this?" he asks between gasps, his face is soft and almost sad.
"I can't..." you begin to trail off. "But I can." he kisses your cheeks before getting up and begins to unbuckle his belt, and you look away embarrassed. "Don't be scared baby, you can look" and you do, you take a peek; his body is covered in scars, healing bruises, new injuries, and, "wow-..." you say before getting flustered, "I didn't... didn't think it'd be that..." he chuckles, "big?" you nod tears threatening to leave your eyes as he lifts your legs up.
"Dazai! No-wait-" he rolls his eyes, "Don't you love me? Please, for me." Using the slick from your already wet cunt his begins to slowly push in, you don't even get to respond. You gasp at the piercing, but slow feeling of his cock entering your tight hole. Your head is thrown back with a cry, "No-no-no- please please, Osamu-" he groans his hands traveling to your hips for a firmer hold, "Just like that baby, beg" he moans leaving your pussy just to quickly enter again, you yell at the pain. He's practically pounding into you huffing loudly, and your sobbing, there's no pleasure in it. He's trying to reach his own orgasm. He leans forward his thrusts getting shallow as he bites your neck, sucking on it. You're squirming and crying at the feeling of his saliva and his veiny dick, and it's all so overwhelming. "O-Osamu!" you yell, his hard teeth Pierce your skin, his cock twitches and he whines against your skin. He cums in side, you sniffle a bit before he pulls out.
"See," he's breathing shallowly, "That-that wasn't so bad" he removes the condom before getting dressed again. "Osa-" you can't even finish your sentence before you're crying again. "Oh baby~" he coos. His fingers are tracing up your thighs, "Un-unti-" he shushes you, "Not yet..." he begins to kiss your body; starting from thighs, to stomach, clavicle, neck, and face. Dazai doesn't kiss your lips he just stares at your red trembling lips before chuckling and laying on your nude body. You begin to stutter something out until he grabs a random clean pair of his underwear from his drawer beside the bed and shoving it into your mouth, "Don't ruin this, it's much nicer when you're quiet." His hands hug your torso, but his entire body is practically pinning you down with his legs also hooking around your limbs, "Happy Valentine's Day, Hun."
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eroslove88 · 3 months
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w3lc0me t0 th3 fr3aksh0w <3 | 1
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↠  summary: Your ex-boyfriend not satisfied with how the relationship ended comes back to teach you a lesson its best to keep your mouth shut. Some secrets are best left unspoken.
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↠ pairing: todoroki touya x reader, takami keigo x reader, geten x reader
↠ genre/warnings: angst, smut, college/dark web au, DARK CONTENT, yandere! dabi, bullying, asphyxiation. NSFW (morning sex, riding, slight dubcon, unprotected sex)
↠ a/n: geten fuckers unite
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Smoke filled the room, a cigarette perched between Geten’s lips. Leaned against the propped up pillows, his hands clamped onto your stuttering hips. Dressed in just a tank top and a pair of flimsy panties adorned with tiny, black skulls he pulled to the side, his eyes don’t leave your bouncing tits.
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eroslove88 · 3 months
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I ended chem. with a C. :)! I think... He might curve it. God, I hope he does.
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eroslove88 · 4 months
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Hello!
I'm so sorry I've been gone, at the beginning of the semester it had come to my attention that I the classes I chose didn't give me the necessary amount of credits. So I had to practically beg some staff members for help, and that's when I was placed in a chemistry class. It was so late in the semester and I was so grateful because it was the amount of credits needed. My major is Biology, and I have always been bad at chemistry- it turns out I still am. I'm in danger of failing. My teacher is urging me to get a tutor and it's all been too much for me especially because I decided to take 2 language classes this semester. 😐. I'm so stupid and my pride is in the way of finding a tutor.
'm so sorry for the hiatus and I will have something out as a birthday post, but it's not from my kinktober. I will finish those but that's TBD until the end of this semester. For anyone who has advice, PLEASE LET ME KNOW NOW. (ALSO THE CHEMISTRY TUTOR IS A YEAR OLDER THAN ME AND HE'S SO CUTE. I WON'T BE ABLE TO CONCENTRATE.)
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eroslove88 · 6 months
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Y'all! Please!!!
Kinktober (request PLEASE.)
I've decided to write your requests for kinktober! So please send more the following slots have been filled.
Please read my rules and don't choose the characters that have been chosen and the same kinks. :)!
Day 1: Lactation with Licorice Cookie
Day 2: Stepmom with Ganyu
Day 3: Knife play with Kafka
Day 4: Breeding with Red Velvet Cookie
Day 5: Bondage with Heizou
Day 6: (Open!)
Day 7: (Open!)
Day 8: (Open!)
Day 9: (Open!)
Day 10: (Open!)
(Got lazy so all the way until Day 31 is open. PLEASE LOOK AT THE FANDOMS I WRITE FOR TOO.)
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eroslove88 · 6 months
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"Happy Birthday, Коханий"
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Yan. Nikolai x Reader
Warnings: Implied kidnapping, some restraints and force feeding
Notes: Can't wait until my birthday- 😍. Need someone like him Fr.
Despite Nikolai's adoration for you, you couldn't help but shake in your binds. Small whimpers leave your mouth as small tears stream down your face. The door open and you hear footsteps behind you, "N-Nikolai?" you call out with a small gasp, "Is that-that you?" you eyes were covered with some thick, black cloth. You sniffled, your heart beating fast as his hands grab your shoulders, "What gave it away?" he asked kissing your forehead.
You chuckled forcefully lightly, "Wha-" you began to ask before he shushed you. Slowly his hands leave your slightly trembling shoulders, you take in a sharp inhale as he undoes the blindfold.
Slowly you open your eyes to see a beautiful cake with a single flickering candle on it. "Happy birthday, Коханий" he cranes his neck to kiss your lips, you don't kiss him back. "Nikolai, this..." your heart still beating quickly, you look back up at him, "this is very lovely." a small smile on your face. "Thank you..." you blow out your candles before opening your mouth to say something else but he hold his up to your mouth, "Open you mouth for me"
You turn to look up at him confused but he holds your head still, "Shhh, trust me." Begrudgingly you obliged. You close your eyes hearing small squishing noises before tasting the sweet frosting, you open your eyes and a chuck of the cake was gone but in his hand, right in your mouth, "That's it, lick my fingers любий" slowly your began licking his fingers with small chunks of cake in your mouth, frosting smudged on your cheeks.
He began humming as your chewed and gulped the pieces he forced into your mouth. Adoring the way your tongue swirled around his gloved fingers in an attempt to lick the frosting off completely. In all honesty you weren't really hungry, but something about saying "No" to Nikolai was... scary. He always ended up doing it anyways, there was no way out. His pinky dipped itself into the cake before placing a small white dot of frosting on your nose and squishing your cheeks together you face him.
"я тебе люблю" your mouth still full of cake he kisses you passionately as you softly kiss him back. It could be worse. Instead of sharing the cake like this and being fed it, he could've just forced you to it off the ground. Like he did on your first birthday with him. Really you should be grateful he's being so caring.
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eroslove88 · 6 months
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Kinktober (request PLEASE.)
I've decided to write your requests for kinktober! So please send more the following slots have been filled.
Please read my rules and don't choose the characters that have been chosen and the same kinks. :)!
Day 1: Lactation with Licorice Cookie
Day 2: Stepmom with Ganyu
Day 3: Knife play with Kafka
Day 4: Breeding with Red Velvet Cookie
Day 5: Bondage with Heizou
Day 6: Somnophilia with Tighnari
Day 7: (Open!)
Day 8: (Open!)
Day 9: (Open!)
Day 10: (Open!)
(Got lazy so all the way until Day 31 is open. PLEASE LOOK AT THE FANDOMS I WRITE FOR TOO.)
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eroslove88 · 6 months
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It's my 3 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
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eroslove88 · 9 months
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Hello! To people who have requested, I am still writing. I've just been sick for a while with influenza but I'll be back soon. :).
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eroslove88 · 10 months
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Yan. Sampo Blurb
Warnings: Noncon, riding, eating out and straight into the sex
Note: He needs me you guys. (I don't think this is a blurb it's a bit longer but oh well!) Please don't let this flop you guys.
His hand caresses your face tears flowing down your face only being swept up by his thumb, "Oh hunny, don't cry" he says calmly, "It's ok to speak" normally you wouldn't talk to someone you didn't know but now was an even worse moment. If you were to even part your lips a sob would crawl it's way out. You sat trembling on his cock straddling his thighs while you cried sealing your lips together trying to keep whatever pride you have left. He tapped the side of your thigh, "Move, sweetie" he demands. Your hips shake as you whimper in an attempt to suppress your cries, bowing your head you slowly begin to move. "That's it hun, make me cum and let you go" he won't. This isn't the first time he's done this to you, but you still grind pathetically against his cock. Sampo groans at the sensation and praises you for "coming out of your shell" every time. But even after he came multiple times and even filled you up, he doesn't keep his end of the deal. He always ends up saying, "I'll give you something better than your freedom" no matter how much you beg and cry for him to stop he'll always end up in between your thighs eating out that sweet little pussy until it's all puffy, sore and sensitive from the overstimulation your face stained from the tears. "See told you you'd like it" he chuckles from between your thighs, "Aw baby, you're so fucked out you can't even talk" you breathe heavily while your legs quiver while around him, he stands up and watches you hiccup and cover your red face. A yelp leaves your lips in between sniffles when his index rubs along your slit. Unfortunately, Sampo enjoyed your submissive noises and he wanted to have some more fun with that swollen, pathetic cunt of yours.
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eroslove88 · 10 months
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Cyno trying to fight off his sexual desires for darling... 🤭
This reminds me of the post I did for guilty sadist Kazuha... consider guilty sadist/rapist Cyno...
Cyno seems like the sort of boy who has absolutely zero history too, so the thing is, he's never really had to practice controlling these kinds of urges before. He's always been so busy with his responsibilities, he's sort of put the idea of romantic relationships to the side, with the idea that he'll get to it one day.
And, partially, he also knows deep down that he's avoiding it because he's intimidated by the thought. See, urges themselves aren't his only problem, the other issue is, for all his sternness and stoicism, he's horrifically awkward with anything of a romantic or, gods forbid, sexual nature. His face feels hot just thinking about it. Oh, and when he's super nervous, his face and voice get extra stern and serious-sounding, which comes off almost like being angry or irked, which does not work well for him.
The one time he tried to approach you and speak to you with specific intent, talk to you in a way that was unrelated to his role, he was so tense and focused and anxious that you stiffened up the moment he said your name, you asked if something was wrong. Then he panicked, and when he tried to explain himself (realizing how stupid it was to have walked over to you with no plan beyond a greeting), he ended up stumbling over his words, making up something about asking if you've seen someone else, keeping his shaky arms folded, and just when he thinks he's pulled off an interaction at least somewhat smoothly, his words of departure go over as-
Well, I'll see you arOUND—
-And he bites down hard at the voice crack, clearing his throat before trying to repeat himself as if nothing had happened, turning around and summoning his utmost willpower to walk away normally and not take off running. And then proceeded to lay in bed face-down for several hours, wallowing in frustration and humiliation.
It's a combination of those factors —a very odd, mismatched combination at that. The awkwardness over so much as a very simple interaction, yet at the same time, deep urges to do unspeakable things to you. He'd be fairly nervous about even doing something normal, and much more so the actual things he so deeply desires for.
Even if he could get over the feeling of guilt for the things he thinks about doing to you, all the depraved fantasies he's long since given up on trying to refrain from allowing his mind to conjure and instead now jerks off to several times a day, he'd still be so awkward, just thinking about it frustrates him.
However, said combination of factors is itself what makes it exponentially worse. It would be one thing if he was struggling to summon the balls to just talk to you and to start something normal, but that's not what he wants. He's self-aware of the fact that his urges are unusually violent and depraved.
He knows exactly where it started, too. He used to not have such depraved thoughts. Previously, he would have thought of himself as fairly normal in terms of tastes and urges, mostly using the occasional piece of adult material he's managed to get his hands on, books and prints that he keeps insistently hidden in a storage bin under the bed somewhere. All that was normal, nothing more than images of nudity with lewd posing.
But you just had to go and present an issue. It was so trivial, it's almost irritating that the inconvenience presents itself, forcing him to use valuable time to handle it. And it turned out to be a misunderstanding, too. Repeated absence, some professor claimed you hadn't showed up all semester, it led to a gradual increase of strikes to your conduct record and eventually, seeing as there were no bigger issues for him to handle that day, they sent him off to deal with something usually left to lower-ranked individuals. Turns out you'd registered for a different section of the same class, forgot to officially turn in the form to unregister from the former, and apparently fail to check your assigned mailbox at all. Admittedly, it was a bit irritating to have time wasted on something that was preventable, had you not been so airheaded, so his tone certainly reflected that.
—and in the future, *please* try to remember things like this.
I know! I know, I'm really sorry....
And if you'd checked your mail, you would have gotten all the letters the office has been sending you.
I know...
It was frustrating. At first, it was just pure irritation being taken out on you. But you just kept apologizing. Bowing your head, clasping your hands together.
I'm soooo sorry, I'll be more responsible in the future, I promise! S-so... please don't get me in trouble...
That was it. He can still hear those exact words in his head, exactly as you said them. The trepidation and nervousness in your voice. The way you bit your lip. The pleading look on your face.
A completely non-sensual interaction. Unpleasant, even. Something someone would have to be some kind of lust-obsessed pervert to find anything remotely sensual about, to think anything of beyond the plain, simple reality of the exchange and situation itself.
That's why it felt so bizarre, suddenly becoming aware of an increasing heartrate. The sudden sensation of heat across his body. A fuzzy, tingling sensation in his abdomen. And at first, he could have, albeit with some embarrassment, admitted to himself it was because yes, you did immediately strike him as pretty, and was ready to chastise himself for not having better control over himself, to let that influence him. In his conscious mind, he intended to merely tell you what you wanted to hear, that it was fine. After all, such a trivial misunderstanding would be unfair to hold against you, and he had every intention on just letting it go and taking any notes of the incident off your record. He was going to just tell you that it was all fine and to forget about it.
That's not what came out of his mouth, though.
I can't afford to have you making more unnecessary inconvenience in the future. You'd be more incentivized if you had some deduction of some kind.
No, really, I don't -- that's not necessary. I mean, it can't be that big of a deal, it's just a form...
It felt strange. Like it just came out of his mouth without thinking. He's normally not that much of a stickler, he's reasonable, and usually forgives first-time unintentional mistakes.
And now you're trivializing it?
N-no! No, I didn't mean it like that, I just...
To you, he comes off as irritated, but in truth his heart is beating so fast, there's this weird swelling feeling in his chest. That swelling feeling surges when your eyes widen and you start to apologize and stammer. The look of sudden panic on your face, the nervousness in your entire demeanor.
You're intimidated and nervous. The little things he says control and change your entire demeanor. Speaking harshly and coldly makes your panic worse. What happens is dependent on what he decides, and you're standing there pleading with desperation. And when he agrees, you sigh a huge breath of relief, thank him just as profusely as you were apologizing moments before.
You're very lucky I'm willing to strike this off your record entirely. Normally, I'd at least make a note of past negligence to fulfill academic responsibility.
I know, I know, thank you...
He thinks about that initial interaction a lot. For the rest of that day, it wouldn't leave his mind, even at night when he laid there, looking up at the ceiling. Unable to determine why he said all that. Drew out your suspense and worry.
But he's perceptive enough that he can figure it out, after some reflection. It just felt nice, to have that degree of control over you. Amusing, endearing even, how you reacted to it all, and a sort of exciting buzz at the awareness of having so much control over someone. That should be something he's fairly used to, but he's never felt this sensation when dealing with anyone else. It's usually just a responsibility that he doesn't have any particular emotions about.
And maybe, seeing your intimidation and dread and pleading was, in and of itself, entertaining. Pleasing. A sort of egotistical rush.
You now recognize him, smile and wave when you see him, despite the unpleasant nature of that situation. He's not at all resentful of you or anything for it. In fact, he's taken a sort of fascination with you since then... not that you'd really know, given it's all from a distance, aside from that one aforementioned time he fumbled the attempt to talk to you normally.
He can't look at you without feeling shameful about the thoughts that begin to sprout — as dumb and forgetful as you apparently may be, you're so sweet to him when you see him, and seem so kind and pure-spirited, and here he is wanting to do horrible things to you, it makes him feel so guilty and ashamed and he sulks for hours... usually before jerking off to the thoughts again, unable to resist the urge to do so. Admittedly, he's hoping that expressing the urges that way will make him more rational and less prone to impulse in real life.
More importantly, he can't look at you without stripping you down in his head. He hates that, keeps trying to chastise himself for it. It's the sort of behavior that's reserved for rapists and perverts, not people like him. But it just keeps happening. Every time he looks at you, he keeps imagining all the pieces coming off, tries to envision your skin, the curvature of your body. It usually serves as a preceding thought to far worse ones.
You're so nice, you've never done anything wrong to him. You have such a cute smile. Your heart is pure and sweet. That makes it so much worse, makes him feel a knot in his chest, whenever he tries to keep the fantasies wholesome and normal, if he can't fight them off entirely — only to fail at that too. It makes it so much worse that, no matter how much he tries to envision you smiling and moaning and encouraging him, once he gets hot and into a lust-crazed haze, it always drifts. Before he can even stop himself, the images become you whimpering and teary-eyed, looking scared, trembling. He sees your arms straining hard against restraints, feels your body squirm against his, hears little gasps and hisses of pain when he reaches down to bite your neck and digs his nails into your hips and so many other things, oh, so so so many other things he could do to you, things to make you squeal and squirm and clench and sniffle and beg and cry. He can hear it, a side to your voice he's never heard in reality, higher in pitch and strained, stop, stop, I'm sorry, please—
And the fantasy always breaks there, because once he gets to the part he can hear your voice in his head is always what pushes him over the edge. His eyes bolt open and his muscles tense as cum splatters onto his stomach, and he's left to lay there panting and staring up at the ceiling, wallowing, feeling like he's the worst person in the world.
It's getting harder. He starts to get jittery, like some sort of psychological itch that can't be scratched except for one specific way, one he can't do. He can't.
He can just barely justify it to himself with the notion that fantasizing helps. As long as he does this, he won't do anything to you. At least, that's his hope...
But splashing cold water on his face whenever he feels weird is getting less effective. He feels a sense of dread, worried about his own self and his own mind, when he finds himself spacing out and absent-mindedly wandering around, but just so happening to make a direct path for your residence. He feels a nagging sense of sickness when he gradually caves to one urge after another -- first following you around, then increasing the amount of time he spends doing so, then using the master key he's provided with to break into your room and lie on your bed and inhale your scent for over an hour, then to start stealing clothes out of your room. It makes him feel sick to his stomach, makes him feel shameful and dirty, but it's overridden by the haze of arousal and lust and desperation.
He knows it's getting worse, and that his self-control is rapidly waning. He comes to acknowledge that he's lying to himself when he reasons that doing this will satiate the desires, prevent him from doing something worse. That it will only accelerate it instead. That it's a matter of time and circumstance from this point forward, and that he's just a step away from going out of his way to create the right circumstances. That he's going to commit a crime, and not because it's the only way he could obtain the physical act itself, but because he wants to, because he wants it to be forceful and frightening and brutal. As much as he wishes he didn't want that, he knows his inner mind does, his body does, he wants that, craves it, needs it.
Maybe he could break into your room while you sleep. Put a hand over your mouth. Keep you in the dark, only whisper so you can't recognize his voice. Then you wouldn't know. Ah, but then, if he had that once, if he could experience that once, there's no way he'd be able to keep it at only once. There's no way he could just walk out and leave you there and live without ever getting to do it again. He has to do something, but there's nothing he can do that isn't a terrible idea for anything but the immediate few minutes it would take place.
What if he just... did it? Without even concealing his identity? Would you tell anyone? Would you not, because you'd think no one would believe you? Would you be too afraid of him to do that? Would you allow it over and over and over, to the point that you would just accept it as your fate? Would it eventually break your mind into accepting him, too?
He doesn't end up having to think it through, or plan it out, or even finally give up resistance to the urges enough to make an active effort to go through with it. No, he gets something much easier. So much so, so coincidental and perfect, it feels like some kind of joke, like it can't even be real, when he gets that knock on his door late at night, freezing up entirely when he sees your sheepish, apologetic face.
I'm so sorry sir, it's just... I locked myself out of my residence hall, I don't know anyone else I could go to this late... I thought maybe you have some kind of key that can get into the halls...?
For a moment, he doesn't respond, and you're almost afraid you've upset him. He stands there slowly blinking, expression blank, staring forward at you, completely still. The silence carries for just a few seconds, just enough to feel awkward, before he speaks — that is, lies on immediate impulse.
No, I don't. Sorry.
There's an odd dullness to his eyes, it almost makes you feel uneasy, but you deem it easily explicable as tiredness due to the late hour.
O-oh, alright, sorry to bother—
You can stay in here.
There's a few seconds of pause. He seems to recognize the somewhat surprised look on your face, and adds,
I have a chair I can sleep in. You shouldn't be outside so late at night. I'll allow you to stay here for the night. It's probably best for your safety.
The words come out of his mouth before he can think them through, impulsive, and hopefully not so instantaneously after you just barely finish your own words that it came across as odd. He can't really tell how he's coming across, too deep into a daze. He can't read the expression on your face either, as if his brain is short-circuited, unable to focus on or process anything. It takes another moment for him to realize he's still standing in the doorway, and takes a step back.
And you know it's strange, sure. But again, it's reasonable, it's late, he's tired. And he's extending such a kind gesture for someone he really doesn't know all that well, you'd feel bad for rejecting it, and thereby obligated to agree. It's only natural that unsavory ideas briefly cross your mind, but for someone like him, both in character and in position, you don't really worry about something like that, you trust him far more than you would a regular guy.
Thank you so much!
He doesn't even nod in acknowledgement, merely steps to the side as you make your way in. You're taking in the predictable neatness of the room around you as you listen to the click of him locking the door back up for the night, and then, the slow, heavy sound of each step taken from behind you drawing closer and closer, as you set down the things you had on you, a jacket and a bag. Your lips part and you inhale just before asking if it's okay to put them where you did, but a hand slams down onto your throat before you can speak.
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eroslove88 · 10 months
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Dan Heng + Blade (Unaware reader)
Warnings: Dubcon to Noncon, praising, creampie, forced cheating and chocking
Notes: Blade threatening Dan Heng, but he ends up offering up his girlfriend in exchange for peace.
You didn't understand why Dan Heng was being so... emotional. Each thrust was accompanied with different praises that made you clench around his needy cock, a soft cry leaves your lips. He reaches for you and clashes his mouth onto yours shoving his slimy tongue past your own. Dan Heng was so needy you thought that maybe he had a rough day at work.
"Y-youre irreplaceable" he moans into your mouth squeezing your body closers to him. Your pussy flutters around him and you cream all over his length. He pulls out and releases his hot cum on your stomach, "D-Dan Heng, that was great" said breathlessly while you try to catch your breath.
He's not quick to put himself away, "I'm sorry" he whispers practically running out of the room. You heard small chatting but right as you sat up, heavy footsteps enter the room. A tall man, with long hair and a firm build. Defensively you grab the covers to cover your body and you mouth opens to say something but his fingers are shoved into your mouth. A gagging noise accompanied by squelching echo around the room as his hand shoves you down onto the bed. His other hand rips the covers off your squirming body.
Blade's hand loops around your throat, his crimson eyes watch you hungrily when your eyes tear up and your breaths become shallow. Vision goes dark before he slaps you awake, "We're not done yet, slut." His rough, salivated fingers shove their way into your soaked cunt they curve and drill around your walls. Your hands grab the sheets a loud, broken moan leaving your mouth, legs weakly and pitifully attempting to kick him away.
His fingers retract and they're quickly replaced by a long veiny cock, "Dan!" you yell hut you're earned a hard, stinging slap across your face he grabs and squishes your cheeks, harshly pulling your teary face towards his, "You will only say Blade" he drops you down into the bed. His cock is aligned with your agaped hole. Blade bottoms out his balls slapping against your cunt. His mercilessly thrusts into you while you sob and jolt with each thrust.
You hated how good his stiff, bulging cock felt grinding against your squishy barriers. Each movement caused your pussy to grab onto Blade's length desperately. When you came on his cock he came in your cunt, oh but he wasn't done. He held you down when you cried at the feeling of his cum filling you up but he'll never forget the sound of your cracked sobs when he got hard again and pounded into you relentlessly. The sound of his cum squishing around inside of you echoing throughout the room.
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eroslove88 · 10 months
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Ok I've never done this before so I hope it'll go well :)
But uh could you please do something with mommy kink Raiden Shogun, Ganyu and Shenhe forcibly breastfeeding their bratty sub? I really like your writing style so I look forward to it but if you're only able to do one please do Ganyu thanks again and good day/night 🙏
Lactation Kink + Bratty Sub. (Gn reader!)
Warnings: Noncon, lactation kink, mommy kink, power dynamics, slight yandere, small use of electricity and implied kidnapping
Note: I LOVE DOMINANT WOMEN!!! They have my heart and soul. Cocogoat Ganyu headcannon.
Shenhe *¨*• Cold *¨*•
You're shorter than her and much warmer than her. She's cold- not she really is. Her cold hands forcibly grab your jaw and her other arm snakes around your waist cradling you in a position where your mouth is being shoved onto her nipple.
It's already leaking due to the forced stimulation of your tongue, she never liked noisy people and she never took you as the talkative type. She hated people who complained when things were going fine, she didn't see the need in you cussing her out. So if you wanted to do something with your mouth she gave you something much more important to do. You recoiled when her nipples started leaking beads of milk, in disgust you tried pulling away but that's when her nails dug into your jaw shoving forcing your lips to wrap around her leaky bud.
Your protests were muffled by her breast, "M-Mommy, swop" your words slurred by the fat in your mouth, she only shushed your meaningless words by shoving you deeper into her chest. Her heart was beating you fast from the thrill of your squirming body. Shenhe is not as vocal as you are, she let's out small noises. "That's right, be good for mommy" she whispered between heavy breaths.
Ganyu ♡ Delusional ♡
Ganyu is typically patient and she doesn't understand why you're throwing tantrums and being rude to her. She's just trying to take care of you. Ganyu is soft and she's not trying to hurt you, "It's ok, mommy's going to take good care of you" just like a child she thinks you're hungry after barely stimulating her chest she looks for you, "What the hell are you doi-" her hands gently squish your cheeks together, "Shhh, it's going to be ok. Mommy's here" the next thing you knew you were trying to fight off the adeptus while one of her hands squishes her tit.
Milk fills your mouth and you almost gag at the warm liquid. "It's just like goat milk don't worry" she reassures, "Swallow it baby" she purrs as your tongue tastes her sweet milk and your lips latch onto her dripping bud.
She whimpers at the sensation of your warm lips. Her hand moves down to coerce yours to milk her full breast causing warm milk to gush into your mouth and down your throat. Your watery eyes look up at her weary face when she releases her fluid.
"It's ok sweetie drink as much as you need" her breaths labored. When you gargle a groan, "Swallow baby, you're going to choke" her hands still squishing your cheeks making some of her milk drip from the corners of your mouth.
Raiden Shogun ☆ Cruel ☆
Ei knows what she is, but she doesn't like to be reminded of it constantly. Besides, she's your god. You're supposed to do as your told and not talk back to her with such a horrendous attitude.
Rough hands wrap around hair, she shoves her breast deeper into your mouth as you sob against her. "You've been so bad to your mommy" she growls her free shocking your sensitive nipples. She's dissatisfied with you performance so your tongue swirls around her nipple, small drops of milk drop into your mouth as you desperately suck at the enlarged nub. "That's it make mommy feel good, suck it dry sweetie" she demands.
Your tongue pitifully laps at the dropping pearls, "Don't drop any" you don't, it's not like you can; your mouth is practically full with a quarter of her boob. Shocks make you cry out into her bust and you frightfully slurp at her core saliva dripping down your chin in an attempt to satisfy her.
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This is a question based off of this ask What if reader does have Stockholm Syndrome??
Xiao isn't stupid and he doesn't trust you and he doesn't actually believe that you'd develop Stockholm Syndrome. He might trust you enough to teach the kids a bit of English. However, he doesn't trust you talking with the kids alone, he'll always sit in.
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eroslove88 · 10 months
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Yandere Tighnari Drabble
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Warnings: Noncon, punishment, bondage, humiliation, forced + multiple orgasms and whimpering (not reader 😈!)
Notes: He definitely whimpers. I don't care how domineering he may seem he whimpers during sex.
He'll never forget that moment, when he opened the bedroom door; your legs spread wide open and spit coated fingers making their way down to your aching pussy. It wasn't until he chuckled that you even knew he was there.
Oh he smelt it, you had just been on your period and I guess you couldn't wait any longer. You squirmed underneath him; arms were tied behind your back, legs tied spread eagle style, blindfolded and gagged. "What a slutty girl" he teased as his fingers touch your clit making you jolt a bit. You desperately wanted out but you couldn't escape his tight knots. "What can your fingers do that my cock can't?" he asks his arms pushing on your lower stomach slithering up to your breasts.
You groan at the harsh groping, he chuckles and mockingly tugs on your nipples making you yelp. "You should have waited for me." he stated, "You'd just do it wrong." he unbuckled his belt and rubbed his tip along your slit. "I know what makes you feel good" he growled at your shivering body.
Tighnari whimpers when his sensitive dick enters your warm, slick hole. Your body tenses up and you moan feeling his veiny length rub against your walls. He immediately noticed how tightly you clenched him with each whimper. His small whines sent sensations to your needy clit. Tighnari's large hands hold your hips tightly as he vigorously drills into your pussy. "F-fuck" he groans out, "You feel ah-amazing" that was your tipping point and you came all over his cock with a muffled shriek. He was right, Tighnari really knew how to fuck you good.
Unfortunately he only laughed at this and continued thrusting into you, "Need you to help me out too" one of his hands came down to your clit making you yelp, "S-so sensitive" he rubbed your bud, "You were the horny one" he whimpers when the gag suppresses your protests, he never liked when you talked back. He didn't even pull out, he came inside your cunt his head was thrown back as he moans allowed but he doesn't slow down. He doesn't slow down, he doesn't slow down for 6 more orgasms. "S-shit" he groans, "Th-This is what you wanted." while you didn't want to, you couldn't help but enjoy it. But seeing as he was still standing you knew that this wouldn't end anytime soon.
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