#TW: sadism

[luvgumii]

bully!megumi who would relentlessly tease you to no end, always leaving you wondering what you did to make him hate you so much. little did you know he was a fucking sadist who got off to the way tears would spill out of your eyes eveytime he would curse you out. the pervert spent his nights jerking his cock to thoughts of him making you cry as he fucked you into the mattress.

#jjk smut #jjk #jjk x reader #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #jjk megumi #megumi x reader #megumi x you #megumi smut #smut #sadistic #tw: sadism

[dolliestfairy]

Yandere SCP with a chubby!fem!reader who is a Fairy Entity.

✧ A/N : its been a while since i dont write because i've been quite the busy here. but now i decided too and recently i've been very interested in scp lore and stories also with the monsters in it and decided to write it on my own within my own style. and + also this was a yandere :). what do you think? if you liked this please gave it a reblog and likes! i will very appreciate it ♡.

✧ Tw : Kidnapping, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Sadism, Carnage/Slaughtering, Blood, Unhealthy Behavior, Unhealthy mindset, Kind of Enemies to Lovers with Scp 682, Worship in 079 and SA in 682 (not from him, but from another person.) lmk if i miss anything. Chubby Reader Fics With No skintone of reader mentioned.

𑁍 Scp 049

• ugh.. where should i start with this guy? ah.. yes.. he's such a gentleman isnt he?

• first time he realize your appereance he thinks of you as such a delicate creature. he never sees you face to face, he just realize some very Soft and Pleaseable Appereance that was catching him off guard.

• that until he really met you face to face, and if only he wasnt such a cold gentleman he would praise you to death. i mean.. how could he not? you're just soo beautiful. its hard to believe that the facility who basically took you from where you were belong to think that you were some kind of monster when you're literally far from it.

• after he met you he think that he was just simply fascinated by your beauty-appereance, that until he is aware that he doesnt want you to be locked too far from where he was stayed at.

• what he wants is that your cell is to be placed right besides him. not far from him. now this guy is an aware yandere, and not to mention he's a very intelligent one too, he'll be pretty quick to know that his respond towards you snd the facility are far from being called normal because h literally just out burst at one of the scp staff for wanting to take you away from him.

• and the staff was not stupid either, espesially the scientist. they pretty much off guard and very heavily-aware of his action towards them and espesially you. so they start to put you into a different room, besides his cell with a mirror placed into each others wall.

• while the scientist observe from the Cctv, they see that you and 049, both was actually getting along each other.

• this is something the scientist does not really excepting, because well after all they always knew 049 as a very cold yet a gentleman anomaly to ever known in the facility. it was absolutely fascinating to see you - who is more friendly and well not so quiet as him can get pretty much along.

• this makes them hold you within 049 much longer than they actually plan.

• and of course, this all also come to 049 happiness as he obviously can see you much longer even in a different sell, he would love to meet you, see you, and talk to you everyday.

• theres no one, not even another scp or scp staff or even those great scientist could take you away from him, not even death. he swore to hold you within him just so you can be there, for him and him only.

𑁍 Scp 035

• now what i notice about this creature right here is that he actually quite the flirty one, and lets be honest - he also has some major anger issues holding him up, also a bit of sadism.

• first he sees you from his cell he just knew that you are the one. and let me tell you, besides from all his flirty personality, anger issues, and those sadism, he definetly also has some serious, Serious possessiveness.

• really become an aggresive hostile once he sees you getting interviewed by a male staff, making him growl from his cell, and of course - this lead to the other staffs attention.

• when they ask him about why was he being so hostile towards the male staff he said that "they do not deserve her. only i deserve her." and when the staff ask him "who do you mean by saying 'her'?" only to find out that "her" was you.

• and after that the staff check on you both, interviewing on you both and this time they ask a female staff to interview you, and 035 is much more calmer than before.

• this will all be kicked out of the window when the staff wanting to place you to an Abroad facility. of course this will make 035 sees red. and what can only be describe after this was a carnage.

• and at the end -- he escaped. with the willing to free you from those fuckers who tried to take away the love of his life (or so he tought) from him. he can and would spill many blood as it need if it can help him getting you again. and he wont stop, no matter how much host it will need and change, his goal is just one; getting you back again.

𑁍 Scp 079

• the first he sees you he really just over the heels for you. no - i am not joking, this dude here is drooling, even if he cant he can feel so while seeing you.

• absolutely admire everything you had. the way you talked, smiled, and walk is just different.

• absolutely reject the calls scp staff throw at you as a "monster" no matter how much they tried, they couldnt convience 079 that you were indeed a monster.

• really love the shape of your body, that was another thing of why he would take an extra glance at your plump body once he realize your appereance.

• is absolutely dying to have you for himself but how can he? he just there and can only watch you when you walked pass his cell.

• and another one is that he absolutely dreaming about you. wether its a cute one, a bad one, or even a naughty one, he does not care. once he start dreaming about you i recommend anyone to dont ever dare to try to take him away from his daydreaming moment or whoever that person is will have to encounter the out burst of 079.

• and after he's done? nothing would changed.. and at the end, he wouldnt be another different thing more than some unsual computer entity dude who is obsessed over some fairy.

𑁍 Scp 682

• really cocky about you lmao, and very sassy too.

• at first he actually (kinda) hate/dislike you because your overall personality and looks are definetly and obviously a literal opposite from him.

• everytime anyone sees you besides him they already can see the different. surely we dont have to waste our fingers to write what are your difference than him other than the fact that you both were a living things. but it was just sooo noticable like.. ugh.

• this enemies feeling will turn into lover as soon as some Bastardize staff start to treat you in a very unappropriate tone.

• and this time he just felt like he had to protect you somehow. protect you from getting experimented and other bad things.

• even if he's actually really feeling that way, still -- he is a big Tsundere weird lizard so he would rather simply just bury himself alive than admitting it openly.

• but asides from all of that, he actually really aware about his feelings. about the fact that he actually has some feelings for you. and he doesnt even sure of how to say it to you because he just think of it as a very big embarassement.

• this is just a matter of time before he finally decided to tell you about this feeling. the bad news is that, the same day he convience to you, is the same day that he would take you with him for eternity.

• and not even death can separate you from him ever.

#scp smut #scp x reader #scp fandom #scp #scp foundation #scp 049 #scp 682 #scp 035 #scp 079 #yandere creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #yandere scp #tw: yandere #tw: sadism #tw.sadism #tw: possessiveness #chubby!reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #yandere monster #yandere teratophilia #yandere x chubby reader #yandere x chubby darling #black reader #fairy!reader #plus sized reader #x chubby reader #fanfic #scp headcanons #creepypasta headcanon

[maladaptiveobsession]

yandere alastor headcanons

contains: gn reader, nsfw themes, noncon, manipulation, violence, cannibalism, sadism, overstimulation

yandere alastor:

who is manipulative and deceptive. desperate as you were, gaining your trust was simple enough. belong to him and all of hell’s pleasures will be at your fingertips. not to mention that your safety is guaranteed. supposing you don’t fall for his deceit, he’ll simply force you into his hands through his connections. you’ll find yourself at the mercy of his artifice.

who wants to posses all of you. your soul, your mind, and your body belong to him. you’ll find he’s not the least bit squeamish, claiming your body in ways no others have. the manner in which he desires your form is far from sexual, though he must admit there is a certain appeal in driving you past your limit. each cry for mercy so delectable when you’re at the mercy of his shadows. give him all of you, he’s not afraid to take it.

who invades your space, manhandling you whenever possible. he delights in your irritation, satisfied as you storm off in fits of pique. how entertaining! knowing only he creeps under your skin so grotesquely, how easily he dominates you, quenches unspeakable urges.

who is fascinated with your physical, mental, and emotional limitations. who derives pleasure from your suffering. where even death is not permanent, there are no limitations for this deranged cannibal. fight back if you please, he loves a challenge. why, your cries alone sends him into a frenzy!

who wants to consume you. who wants to taste you slowly until there’s nothing left. fortunately for you, he finds you far more entertaining whole rather than in pieces. he’ll just have to be satisfied with samples.

who is affable and good-humored, easily creating a warm atmosphere. you often find yourself well disposed to his presence, despite his obvious flaws. you wish you could hate him.

who, unbeknownst to even himself, may grow to care for you in his own twisted way. he’ll heavily deny any genuine affection, disregarding any concern for your wellbeing. his protection is adherence to your deal, nothing more. why risk damaging his favorite plaything? he’d be a fool to lose such lovely entertainment? should you find yourself at the mercy of an exorcist, he’ll be forced to come to terms with his attachment.

#gn reader #mndi #tw: noncon #tw: manipulation #tw: violence #tw: cannibalism #tw: sadism #tw: overstimulation #yandere alastor #yandere alastor x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #mal.mine #described #image description in alt

[augustonly]

so I want to talk about samdean & sadism (reluctant sadism?) & hurt/comfort but I’m putting it below the cut in case it’s triggering for anyone!

based off of my previous post about sam realizing dean has a major caretaking kink and then being manipulative and weird and playing into, I’ve been thinking that at some point faking or exaggerating injuries/nightmares just isn’t enough for sam anymore and he realizes he needs to be actually sick or hurt or scared and then comforted by dean.

I don’t think sam would actually having an open conversation with dean about this out of the blue, but I can see him being a little too reckless on a hunt and dean calling him on it. dean completely freaks out, and sam tries to explain. the scene I keep picturing is sam explaining that the only time he actually feels safe is when dean is taking care of him, and dean absolutely caving because sam - sammy, his baby brother - admitting to needing him? yeah.

“I make you feel safe?” 

“You’re the only thing that makes me feel safe.”

I don’t know if it’s sam or dean that brings it up, but they come to the agreement that dean will cut sam - just a little bit, just enough - because it’s better than sam doing stupid shit on hunts or getting into other dangerous situations.

“You come to me when you need this, you understand? You don’t throw a fucking hunt, Sam. You don’t go to anyone else, either. You come to me.”

I also don’t know if I view this as genuine wincest or weirdcest-with-extra-weird, I can see it going both ways. maybe it’s sexual for dean, but non-sexual for sam, and they also have to grapple with the concept of oh, so we’re both fucked up, but a little bit differently.

“You’re hard.”

“Thanks for the update on my own dick, Sam.”

“I could -”

“No. Just want to take care of you.”

my last thought on this (for now) is that, when he’s finished hurting sam, dean is absolutely obsessive with his aftercare. he disinfects each cut, wincing at the burn right along with sam, bandages him and then kisses over each bandage. he calls him sammy and baby and sweetheart and kiddo. when sam gets up to sleep in his own bed, dean is just like oh, no, nope, not happening.

“You’re sleeping in my bed, baby. C’mon, lay back down with me.”

#samdean #sam/dean #tw: sadism #wincest #weirdcest #only read if you're comfortable pls!

[dirtybiowareconfessions]

Confession: Iron Bull asking to be hit with the stick in that one scene still has such a hold on me. I want to hurt that man so badly (horny + consensual). I want to hit his ass with a spiked mace until he bleeds. I want to stick needles into his dick and kick him in the balls and desperately try to make him cry (knowing I would not succeed). I'm both a horrible rancid little sadist and down exceptionally bad

#iron bull #dragon age #bioware #dirty confession #dirty confessions #tw: blood #tw: violence #tw: cbt #tw: sadism #let me know if you guys need further TWs

[touyastearss]

“Beg for my forgiveness” -  Tsukinami Carla x Reader

WARNING: kidnapping, abusive relationship, whipping, blood, sadism

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REQUEST:  Hi! Are you writing for Tsukinami Carla in Diabolik Lovers? the reader is a human and Carla falls in love with her, Carla severely punishes her in the dungeon for trying to escape (a whip etc.) And Carla regrets when tiny a/o is on the verge of fainting.

lil note:

this is part of a little series of yandere one shots of anime/genshin characters i did that you can find on ao3 here

The ground is sharp as you run across it, barefoot. You’re shivering, head frantically looking left and right in anxiety as you drag your body through the halls. This is the farthest you’ve ever gone, farther than you’d let yourself even imagine; a spark of hope emerges in your chest.

And then it’s gone.

Stood before you, staring down at you with that disapproving frown, is Carla.

“You didn’t think I’d let you leave, did you?” His arms are folded, eyes lidded as he looks down at you with an expression that sends a chill across your body. It's too fast for you to move when his hand comes out to slap your face with immense strength, sending you staggering to the ground with a cry. Carla steps forward, his shoe coming to rest on your calf. He presses down, and you wince at the bruising pain as you're trapped below him.

“You know that I do not tolerate disobedience. Must I break your legs in order for you to understand that you cannot leave me?” The pressure becomes a little more painful, before finally dissipating as you watch him step back from your pitiful form

"Stand." He demands, voice deep and powerful with eyes full of scorn. You try, but the fear has left you paralysed, and you freeze half-way, stuck on the floor, beneath him. He watches you for a moment, before reaching down quickly to yank on your arm.

“Now."

His hand holds your arm with a bone-crushing grip.

“You will follow me.”

You're dragged along behind him at a pace that you’re unable to keep up with, feet stumbling with every step as your weight is held up only by the agonising grip he keeps on your arm.

There's no way to tell how long it takes for you to reach the dungeon, a matter of seconds, perhaps hours. But nonetheless, your body finds itself crashing onto familiar stone ground- the impact only adding to the blossomed bruises along your body, no doubt.

“Must you really defy me, every chance you get?”

You're thrown across the bed, your night-dress ripped from your body as Carla holds in his hand something black, and to your horror you come to realise it's a whip.

"You will obey me, Y/N, whether you want to or not. Beg for my forgiveness."

The first crack of the whip against your skin elicits a piercing scream from you. Tears sting your eyes and you immediately begin to beg.

"I'm s-sorry! I'm sorry!" The tears are falling as you cry out, but your words are in vain as you feel the burn of the whip against you once again, and your body convulses violently as you struggle to be free.

"I'm sure you could do better than that." There’s a familiarly sadistic tone to Carla’s voice as a third and fourth laceration hits across your back before you can even open your mouth. The cold air stings the cuts as you feel blood trickling down your back.

You're screaming frantically, blubbering a messy string of words that probably make little sense, in an effort to earn his forgiveness. But the sadist above you continues without mercy, and you feel dizzy from the pressure pounding through your head.

It burns with an unbearable pain as you lay, sobbing. Your voice is cracked and broken and there’s black spots dotting your vision.  It’s too much. You can’t think, you can’t breathe. It’d be so much easier to just give up altogether and-

And then it stops.

You can barely open your eyes to look up and see Carla above you, staring at your face. His golden eyes burn into yours, and you can feel the sweat trickling down your forehead uncomfortably as you struggle to breathe. But this time, he seems confused- with a deep frown as he stares at you- before you realise what his expression truly holds. Concern.

There's a momentary silence, in the cramped room, save for your loud inhales. And then he places the whip down, gloved hand reaching out to grab your chin in a surprisingly gentle grip. His voice is deep and final.

"You are forgiven, Y/N. Do not give me reason to punish you again."

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers x reader #otome #carla tsukinami #carla tsukinami x reader #yandere #tw: kidnapping #tw: sadism #tw: abuse #tw: whipping #tw: blood #tw: vampires

[obsessionsposts]

🗡Yandere!Lucien Lachance(General) headcanons🌑:

Tw: Yandere themes, GN!reader, reader is not the listener, Slight canon divergence, Stalking, Possessive behaviours, Murder, Minor characters’ deaths, Implied torture, Violence, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Sociopathic behaviours, Death cult, Sadism, Implied captivity, Hyperventilation.

The last time he has seen something spectacular like you, when he was at Riften. At that time, he was aiming to become a full fledged member of the Dark Brotherhood by retrieving and returning the Blade of Woe to its original owner/s. Which happens to belong to the dark guild itself. Each day since his initiation, his thoughts has always been directed at you. Like a plague, that infested in his mind.

He was equally impressed as he is frustrated. How could he been swayed by someone that is his direct antipode. You were kind, innocent, and pure of all things. Whilst he was a cut-throat, immoral, and has an insatiable hunger for nothing more than to slit some poor bastard’s flesh and watch the crimson rivulet paints the cobblestone.

Seeing your disgusting demure expression as you helped a possible conman beggar, barely having any septims for yourself made him skeptical of your intentions. ‘Is it naïvety that leads you, or are you truly as pure as you appear to be?’ That he ponders watching the life of his current victim vanish as he killed them.

Lucien is very aware, that it won’t end well for the both of you. But Oblivion be damned, he was intrigued by them. It reached the point, that he seeks to investigate more about them. So, he did. With each information gained, his obsession with them festers.

They had a harrowing upbringing, yet they remained unmarred. Deep down in his shrivelled heart or what remains of it, he hopes that you would not end up corrupting yourself or let the world do so.

Due to his occasional “visits” while you were resting, he had to get rid of the pests that tried to corrupt you. Watching the terror swimming in their eyes as he tormented before finishing them off, brought him nothing but the pinnacle of joy and adrenaline. They have no right to someone as holy as you, nor do those “companions” of yours.

Lucien knows that he is a selfish man, for Sithis’s sake he is a hired murderer, but he wishes to put a claim on your adoring purity and twist it into something entirely unrecognisable. Something fit for his own sickening vision. His own silencer, that notion made his usual stoic expression upturn to a ghost of a smile. 

Despite it all, it was the fact they’re the hero of Kvach that surprised him the most. The same hero that pushed away the daedras invasion at Kvach, later Burma. Hmm, perhaps he can arrange an “official” meeting with them. It was only a matter of time, before you were enlisted on the behalf of his mother’s instructions. For the time being, Lucien is rather content on observing and indulging in your unique ticks from afar.

Lo and behold, the day has cometh when Ungolim has instructed him to recruit the hero that Lucien personally knew as “(Y/n)” on the behest of the Night Mother. And, who is he to deny her his wishes.

"You sleep rather soundly for a murderer. That's good. You'll need a clear conscience for what I'm about to propose." He spoke in his rich baritone voice. Watching them jolt up from their bed in surprise, brought him nothing but dark satisfaction.

“I…It was an accident. I… didn’t mean to.” You refuted guiltily holding the periphery of your ebony dagger, lest the assassin dressed in all black decided you are no longer needed alive. 

“Based on your artwork today, I’d argue against that. You’d make a fine assassin, darling. So proficient, that the Night Mother -herself- had to speak and decide you’re worthy.” The shady stranger teased. His pearly teeth were shown in a predatory grin, as his dark eyes dissected every movements you made.

They may have fought daedras, yet he knew all the intimate details regarding them. If push comes to shove, then he will disarm and scare them into submission. But, he doesn’t want to make this mission any harder than it already is.

“Who.. are you? What do you want from me?” You questioned the assassin, your hold on the blade tightened.

“How rude of me not to introduce myself. I am Lucien Lachance, a speaker for the Dark Brotherhood. And you, you are a killer. A taker of life. A harvester of souls. Your work, your death-craft, pleases the Night Mother. And so, I come to you with an offering. An opportunity... to join our rather unique family. So, what do you say?” Lucien proposed awaiting your response as he sat nonchalantly on a nearby chair. Your mind thought for a while, before coming to a final decision.

It doesn’t matter if you joined willingly or not, Lucien will have you regardless. It’s just the former choice will make a lot of the processes easier for you. Besides, he is kind enough to give you the illusion of choice.

Lucien is a selfishly possessive, incredibly manipulative, and an abhorrently controlling yandere to come across. There is simply no escape from him, as he will find any way to wriggle himself into your life.

Assuming you joined of your own will, he will pull every strings he can to get you to be his designated silencer. His and his alone. 

It then becomes an unspoken rule between the other members, that you are not to be approached unless they wish to incur Lucien’s wrath. Apart from fear, they respect him due to his esteemed reputation within the organisation. Also, seeing as he was the one responsible for recruiting the majority of them. You are on your own with this one.

On the off chance that the Night Mother becomes a platonic yandere, she will gift you to her trusty Lucien for his everlasting service and to keep you within her sight. At this point, escape is literally impossible. Not only do you have an entire murder cult keeping an eye/s on you, but also an immortal spirit in case you run off far away from their base of operation.

As discussed before, Lucien is a ruthless assassin with high body count and erratic impulses despite how well put together he appears to be. Watching his beloved protégé, either with a minor injury or severe one will set him off to find the perpetrator and make them wish they were never born to begin with. Red with rage. That is all what he is seeing at that moment.

Even though, he comes across as aloof and cold externally. He is beyond terrified internally, especially if you’re bleeding greatly. In moments like these as he tends to your wounds, he soften down and opens up. He is yet ready to let you go to the dreaded father.

After that incident, he will be slightly more mellower than the usual. Taking the time of his day to read and cook with you. Domestic scenarios like the above are a rarity, but it give him the shred of normalcy that he usually lacked. 

Lucien will be over the moon, if you asked him to demonstrate more about his teachings and will gladly oblige. To see you idolise him as a mentor figure with those pure eyes of yours pleases him in many ways.

The situation mirrors what has already happened to someone close to him, with the only difference is they perished owing to a prolific illness rather of injuries. If he has to contain you in his fort to ensure that the same fate does not repeat to you, then so be it.

Any misbehaviours will be met with looming threats of hunting your remaining relatives and friends down, that is if he hadn’t already done it. Lucien may not kill you, because of his fervent obsession with you. However, that privilege certainly doesn’t extend to others. 

As a veteran assassin and a torture specialist, Lucien is rather exploitative of any fear you show and will use it against you. This way you will learn to answer to his authority without a question. After all he has your “best interest” in mind, in spite of his brutal methodology.

Nyctophobia? Claustrophobia? It’s a shame, isn’t it? That the quarters you’re held in lacks any light sources and are quite tight too. Acrophobia? Your throat will be sore from all the screaming and hyperventilating to be let down.

Now if you didn’t come willingly, then bold of you to assume that he will stop. If anything, he becomes more unfettered in his means of “collecting” you. It’s a Morton’s fork scenario, where either of contradictory choices will lead to the same conclusion. (In this case, whether you agreed or not.)

Lucien ensures that you feel his presence, but not see him directly. To instill a sense of dread and paranoia within you. He will play with you for a while, until he gets bored. It’s similar to how a predator plays with it’s prey, before devouring them.

Occasionally, he brings you “gifts”from his work. After all, it is only fair for the one who enraptured his cold heart to get one. A fresh beating heart and a decayed head on the side of your wooden table, akin to how cats bring dead mice to their owners.

Your plea of help is utterly useless, as no one is truly foolish nor will they risk their necks to cross the Dark Brotherhood. Let alone go against a higher ranking member. The same organisation that made it a tradition to slay emperors. The mere mention of them strike fear in the hearts of guards and bystanders alike.

However, there is a sliver of hope if you happen to come in contact with Morag Tong. However, do not put high hopes on them. The best they can do is delay him for a couple of days- at their best, otherwise it’s few hours- giving you the opportunity to relocate elsewhere. The tell tale signs that he has happened by is the heap of assassins’ carcasses atop of each other and the place is drenched entirely in dark crimson.

Dark brotherhood has sanctuaries in major cities, so he would definitely know where you are by communicating with the leaders of other sanctuaries. No matter where you run off and hide, he will most likely find and drag you back by your ankles if he has to.

Better start praying to the nine divines, once you hear the whispers of wind in calm nights and the crunches of leaves outside of your home. For the last thing you’ll be seeing is a grin of a hungered man, before your sight is embraced by the vastness of the dark.

“I wouldn’t have resorted to such drastic measures, if you had come of your own accord. After all, your…talents should not go waste to the servitude of the unworthy. Your place is beside me under the guidance of Sithis. You may not see it as of now, but soon will. I will make sure of that.”

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere #yancore #yandere fandoms #yandere elder scrolls oblivion x reader #yandere elder scrolls oblivion #yandere elder scrolls x reader #tw: death #tw; violence #tw: abuse #tw: yandere #tw: manipulation #tw: implied torture #tw: implied captivity #tw: kidnapping #tw: murder #yandere elder scrolls #tw: sadism #tw: Death cult

[duskoon]

Yandere!Broly with a Powerful! Z-fighter!Reader:

Short answer: You will make him aggressively horni and competitive. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Long answer: is below. Takes place in movie 8, where broly had won instead of the Z-fighters.

Tw: Afab!reader, Yandere themes, Possessive behaviours, Sadism, Violence (rated e for everyone), Physical abuse, Mental abuse, Implied major characters deaths, Implied Breeding, Noncon, Marking, Dacryphilia, Slight blood kink, Dead dove do not eat.

✘ Broly cares about one thing, when it comes to his darling. That is complete domination over them and will ensure that they are absolutely his by any violent means. Be it you were weak and innocent, or powerful and headstrong.

✘ With the latter as much as he respects their determination and vigour, he will first toy with them. Then proceed to beat them within an inch of their life. Broly absolutely loves breaking his beloved’s persistent spirits as much as getting a kick (Both figuratively and literally.) out of their volatile reactions.

✘ However, he won't kill them. No. Why would he kill his own mate? His darling might, as well wish they were actually dead. Considering what's to come is far worse than what they initially expect from him.

✘ After all, they fought Freiza before with the other Z-fighters and thought he was the worst of worse. Alas, they were sadly mistaken.

✘ The Legendary Super Saiyan may not be as manipulative as his father, but he's quite an exploitative type when it comes to battles. He will go after every Z-fighter and brutalize them, leaving his beloved for last.

✘ Why? Simply, because he craves to see the despair settling in your beautiful eyes; Once you see the lives of your comrades falling one by one like flies in front of your eyes, and you can not do anything to prevent it from happening. No matter your strength, it pales in comparison to him.

✘ He's the only one allowed to hurt you. It's his way to lay a claim over you. If anyone else dared to do the same, then they will not live to tell the tale and not in the most pleasant of ways either.

✘ “Why that look? Did I.. hit a nerve? Hehaha. You should be happy. Now, no one can interrupt us. It's your fault that they've died, if only you yielded then I wouldn't have thrashed them that hard.”

✘ Broly sneered; Wiping the blood of your comrades from his meaty fists. With each step the saiyan of legend took, the land beneath him shook from his massive power and might. Whilst you held your ground, with a fierce yet pained expression.

✘ “I will kill you, if it was the last thing I will ever do. I will never yield to a heartless demon like you.”

✘ You spat. Rage boiling within your veins, as a pure white ki-ball formed atop of your blood stained hands. The blood were of your fallen comrades rather than your own.

✘ Yet, it serves as a catalyst of your rage and sorrow. Aiming at the monstrous saiyan with all the pure energy you've got, then releasing it all against him in waves of Kamehameha.

✘ “Oh.. then please do. Kill me, (Y/n). If you can, that is. Otherwise, you will be utterly mine. Your power, scent, and energy is driving me mad.”

✘ Broly retaliated with a sadistic cackle that reverberates throughout the desolate planet, never bothering to guard against your charged attack. If anything, it seems to invigorates him even more. As if your attack was nothing more than a mere tickle against his hardened skin.

✘ Regardless of your power level, you better abdicate for your own sake and sanity. Need I remind you that so long Broly stays in his LSSJ form, his strength and speed gradually increases as the battle goes on.

✘ At one point, his strength alone will overwhelm you. If it did, it won't end well for you. Mainly, because he sees the fight between you and him as an intimate game. A competition that display one’s superiority over the other.

✘ In the long term, he will win for the reasons stated above. The only thing you will manage to do is prolonging the battle, which is against your interests when dealing with Broly. When he eventually wins, then in his eyes he won the right to own you. Thus, marking you as eternally his.

✘ Tis but the instincts and culture of the saiyans, they select their mates based on their strength; The stronger, the better. Kami helps you, for you have attracted the eyes of the devil himself.

✘ With one large hand, he managed to curl it around your midriff and press your smaller frame towards his rigid, broad, and muscular pectoral. Whilst the other was busy splaying your tired legs apart. The heat emitting from his bulky body was too much for you, but not as much as the humiliation that followed after.

✘ “There isn't a place in existence, you could possibly hide from me.”

✘ The green-haired saiyan grunted, as he harshly grinded his clothed hips against yours in a fast pace. It was only when he bit the nape of your neck, did the tears cascade down your lacerated cheeks. While blood trickled down, from the sheer force of the bite.

✘ “I will not surrender. I will escape and get my vengeance. I swear by Kami’s name.”

✘ You squrimed in hopes of moving your injured body from the tight hold of the monster. Who had slaughtered your friends with sick glee and broke most of the bones in your body, save for your hands and upper torso. Anything, but this.

✘ “Your promise is an empty one; Your body has already surrendered to me. Just look at how wet you are, and here I thought I was the only freak.”

✘ He mouthed viciously, continuing his onslaught on your bloodied skin. Littering your skin with brutal bites, and lapping like a starved animal on the blood and tears that rolled down to your abused jugular.

✘ “My vow still stands. You might have taken my body forcefully, but you will never attain my soul.”

✘ You spat at his face; Trying to the best of your abilities, not to moan at his animalistic and ruthless ministrations.

✘ He was slavering, biting, squeezing, and playing with one of your mounds; Mixing your blood with his own saliva. Whilst his other unrestrained hand tended to the other, not any kinder than his hungry gnashers. It was disgusting, so was he.

✘ Pulling away from your breasts with a loud ‘pop’, one of his fingers curved under your chin and pulled it up so your humiliated irises could meet his blank and souless eyes. His bloodstained lips remains upturned in a pleased grin; completely unbothered by your outburst.

✘ “How amusing. Anyone else would've given up by now, yet you won't relent. I've decided that you are worthy to be my mate.”

✘ “No, I am not. I refuse.”

✘ Broly’s hand that was busy attending to your pert nipple, had slithered down to his absurdly big golden waistband. With agonizingly slow gait, he peeled it off alongside the mulberry sash that covered his throbbing member and lined it up against your cold entrance. To which he -without any grace or decency- had yanked the pants off your body.

✘ “I wonder... Will you have the same enticing fighting spirit, once I am finished with you? Only one way to find out.”

An: I decided to do the latter part of your request. If you want the general hc’s for him you can request for him again. Though, I do hope you enjoyed this one. Feedback and reblogs are much appreciated.

An#2: I know I have said I will publish Deep End AU the next post, but I decided to delay it due to writing complications (I am crying internally😭, because as much as I want to publish it I want it to be as best as it can be. So that you my folks can immerse in it.). Thanks for the 50 followers, I don't deserve it for my inconsistent updates but I feel obliged to thank y’all regardless.🫡

#yandere x reader #yandere dragon ball z x reader #yandere dragon ball z #yandere broly x reader #yandere broly #tw: yandere #tw: possessive behavior #tw: sadism #tw: violence #tw: implied deaths #tw: Implied murders #tw: physical abuse #tw: mental abuse #tw: implied breeding #tw: noncon #tw: marking #tw: dacryphilia #tw: Slight blood kink #dead dove do not eat #minors do not interact

[dhampiravidi]

unpopular opinion: being mean to your fave characters

I’m cool w/basic whump. For those of you who don’t know, it’s like when you write a fic about a character (usually 1 you like) & you make it angsty. Like, they badly lose a fight w/whatever villain & confront some family drama in another chapter. I’m fine w/that. It helps flesh out characters.

What I’ve been seeing lately, that I don’t like, is this whole “wouldn’t it be funny if they -insert violent & thoroughly described way to get hurt-?”. I don’t mind if you make 1 post where it’s “X needs to get slapped for making that dumb choice” or whatever, but I’ve seen blogs who claim to love X repeatedly detailing how to hurt a fictional character. 1 who they also commonly treat as a real person when they discuss X’s personality & “life” in the source material.

You do want you want in the bedroom w/others (as long as it’s consensual). I just can’t interact w/anyone having a sadistic obsession w/anyone, especially if that person’s fictional.

#admin #violence tw #tw: violence #sadism tw #tw: sadism #why say you like them when you want them to be in SAW level pain?? #fictional characters #unpopular opinion #whump #angst #hurt/comfort

[fandom-rants]

Just saw a post where someone said that the hottest thing they'd ever seen was when Steve and Bucky beat up Tony Stark, and I gotta say... all I can think of is someone bragging about getting off on watching someone nearly get killed, and I'm just like... ...uh... I am concerned about the safety of those around you...

#do. uh. you know what you're saying??? #and others agreed so like. do ANY OF YOU know what you're saying??? #because I don't care which chars you like or hate #I'm just genuinely disturbed by you #please. uh. please either say you're deeply exaggerating or that you are seeking professional help #anti fandom #anti anti tony stark #how do I trigger warning this? #tw: sadism #but like #more like #tw: not safe sane consensual sadism #also like. imagine thinking yourself righteous or pure and then saying something like this lol #like. child. you are neither of those two things #'tony stans are so awful' we ain't over here getting hot over a man getting beaten up by two superhumans lol #but uh. go off i guess

[luvgumii]

bully!megumi

2k words!!

tw: aged up characters, sadism, bullying, degrading, hair pulling, semi-public, male masturbation.

this is set in university/college, all characters are 18+ and megumi is aged up. if this makes you uncomfortable, please scroll.

a/n: im sorry but i accidentally deleted the request so whoever asked for this i hope u see it!!

megumi fushiguro was someone who you loved and hated.

and someone that you couldn't get rid of.

you stared at the floor where your chemistry experiment lay, the shattered glass that lay scattered across the floor reminded you of your willpower to go through with school. you had the mind to fucking quit and work a lowly job with a measly pay if it meant you didn't have to endure this.

if anyone asked you why you quit school and you said because of your bully, you knew they would laugh in your face and ridicule you. call you weak and that you must not have wanted to graduate considering how 'easy' it must have been to get you to quit.

the quiet sounds of snickers echoing the classroom snapped you out of your trance, and you quickly dropped to your knees to pick up the glass with trembling hands. you already knew who had knocked the test tubes out of your hands, so much so that you didn't even look up or express any signs of annoyance, knowing how much worse it would be if you did.

your shaking hands kept letting the shards slip out, and you let out a sharp hiss when you felt a large piece slice through the middle of your palm. the pain sears through your hand and the tears that you tried to desperately hard to keep it were now threatening to spill. but you still didn't dare lift your gaze.

you squeeze your eyes shut as you feel a hand grab your hair and tug, yanking your head up in the process.

"fuck, you cant do anything right, can you?" he sneered, words cutting through you like a knife. you could already picture the look on his face, one you were familiar with, but made you feel just as incapable every time you saw it.

"are you mute or something? talk." the hand that had a grip of your hair moved back and forth, rocking your head in the process.

you let your eyes flutter open, and they land on his face that was twisted into a sadistic smirk, one you had seen many times before.

but that smirk quickly turned into a deep scowl when you didn't respond instantly, the grip in your hair getting tighter until it felt as if your hairs were being ripped out. your hands fly up to grip his wrist, trying to pry his hand from your hair, but it proves futile.

"a-ah, okay, m'sorry, m'sorry, p-please let go-" you babble, your words coming out in a flurry as he seems to revel in the pained look on your face. he thinks you look so pretty like this.

he's so focused on you that he nearly forgets that he's in a classroom full of other students. it's not as if they care anyway- most of them turn a blind eye. they tell themselves it's just a little bit of rough play between friends and opt to just leave instead of even thinking to help you out.

but obviously, there's a limit to how far he can go in public. when he notices that the usual snickers seem to have died down, and the faces that normally look at you with distaste start to have a slight hint or concern in them, he immediately lets up. his disentangles his hand from your hair, watching the way your body slumps back down on the ground. your hands fall in front of you to steady themselves, the smaller peices of glass digging into your skin.

you don't bother holding back the tears anymore. you let them fall freely, the clear liquid staining your cheeks.

his smirk only seemed to widen when he saw your tears, and he had to force himself not to lean down and lick them off your face. the familiar stretch in his pants appeared when he looked at you on your knees before him, blinking up at him with teary eyes and wet lashes, your plump lips trembling slightly.

he's forced to take his eyes off you when one of his friends nudge him, his face frowning at what he hears. he grumbles, muttering a few words under his breath before turning his attention back to you.

"clean this mess up." his words a cold and blunt, practically pouring salt into your wounds as he turns away and walks out the door as his friends follow. then everyone else filters out quietly, only sparing you a few pitiful glances.

you take a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. you've been through worse. he's done worse. you'll be fine.

he walks down the corridors quickly, shooing off his friends with a lousy excuse as he hurries into an empty bathroom stall and locks the door. he wastes no time unbuckling his belt and tugging down his trousers and boxers, letting out a soft groan of relief as his hard cock slips out of its uncomfortable confines as it hits his abs with a soft slap.

it's swollen and throbbing, his tip leaking pre-cum that trickles down the side of his dick. the length is so pale that it's almost translucent, veins running along it that get thinner as they reach the top. the tip is flushed pink, the slit weeping pre-cum constantly.

he grips his base tightly, hissing at how sensitive he is. he hated himself for this. it felt so dirty every time he got off to your tears, but he couldn't help it. his mind trailed back to your plump lips that were stained with your tears, his hand starting to stroke his cock.

this was a routine for him. he knew he would never get to feel your holes wrapped around him- he had practically ruined all his chances with you. so he was stuck beating his meat in a public bathroom like a fucking pervert. he could feel the heat rush to his cheeks at the humiliation, but his tip leaked even more pre cum at the thought of you cursing him out for being a pervert.

he could already feel his orgasm approaching, you made him feel like a fucking teenager sometimes. he can't even count how many times he nearly came in his pants at the sight of you beneath him. those teary eyes that had an emotion lingering behind them as they gazed up at him- an emotion he could never put his finger on.

he could feel his balls tightening, he knew that this orgasm would probably leave him panting. he tightened his grip, and starts fucking his hips up into his hand using his pre-cum as lube. his other hand pulls his shirt in between his teeth as so not stain his shirt. he lets out a guttural groan as he's about to cum, his hips stuttering and-

the door to the bathroom swings open, creaking slightly as the sound of feet shuffling on the floor is heard.

who the fuck? he was sure everyone had cleared the area, there was no one left apart from one person-

shit. it was you. he peeked through the gap between the door and the stall, his eyes landing on your back as you faced away from him, washing your hands in the sink. he could see your still tear stained face in the reflection of the mirror.

your were leaning forward slightly, your shirt falling further down your chest exposing your cleavage, and his cock weeps even more at the sight. he barely holds back a whimper.

fuck it. so what it you catch him? it's not like you could do anything anyway... plus, he could still feel his orgasm lingering. just a few thrusts...

he starts to fuck his fist again, with much more urgency than before as he tries to be as quiet as possible. he peeks back at you again, and the sight of your ass peeking from underneath your skirt has him letting out a slutty moan, his hips stuttering as ropes of cum spurt out of his cock and onto his abs and hand.

"is someone there?" you question, and he freezes up as you start walking towards his stall.

you had thought the bathroom was empty since all of the stalls had the unlocked symbol on them, but you failed to notice the pair of feet that were visible.

"um, are you okay in there?" you say, and he holds back a whine as his cock twitches in response to your worried tone.

you gaze falls down to the pair of feet in the stall, and you swear you've seen those shoes somewhere before...

"m-megumi? is that you?" you question, not able to hide the slight tremor in your voice.

"yeah." he responds, not bothering to act as if it's not him.

your hands push the stall door open slightly, wondering what he was doing since the door was unlocked, but you definitely didn't expect to see that.

his trousers were still pulled halfway down his thighs, his shirt no longer in between his teeth but resting on his midriff, his abs exposed as well as the spurts of cum that lingered on them. his cock was still hard, his hand gripping it tightly at the base. he was still leaning against the wall, his eyes locked on you.

you couldn't stop but take in his whole figure, the heat rushing to your face as well as somewhere lower. you never expected to see him in this state.

"are you going to keep on gawking on you going to get in and help me?" he says, his voice laced with slight lust. he would rather take his chances with you than never finding out how you feel towards him.

but he wasn't expecting you to walk into the stall and close the door, locking it before turning back to him. but he wasn't about to question you. his hands reach out and grab your waist before pulling you flush against him, and you squirm slightly as you feel his hard cock against your lower stomach.

you can feel his warm breath fanning across your lips, and his eyes are clouded with lust as he looks into your own.

"fuck, you- do you really want this?" he questions, conflict written all over his face.

you hesitate slightly before nodding your head. you're unsure as to why you didn't run out the second you realised he was here. its almost like you're attracted to him.

"need to hear you say it." he murmurs, his hands sliding underneath your shirt to make skin to skin contact as his hands slide around to your lower back.

"I... want this. i want you, megumi." the words sound foreign coming out of your mouth, but you know that you mean them.

he practically growls at your words, his hand coming up to your nape as he brings your lips together.

this kiss is soft yet rough at the same time, his tongue searching your mouth in a show of possessiveness. his lips leave a trail of wet kisses along your jaw and down your neck, paying special attention to your pulse point.

his hand slides up your shirt and into your bra, starting to roughly knead your breast, groaning slightly in content.

"a-ah, wait, megumi-" you fumble over your words slightly, but to your suprise, he pulls back, resting his forehead in the crook of your neck. you can tell he's waiting for you to speak, so you do.

it was if you were his property. he could harass you as much as he wants, but no one else should even so much look at you. you didn't miss the oddly kind he did sometimes.

"um... why are you doing this? I thought you hated me..." you say, cringing slightly at your own words but it was true. he treated you like shit.

verbally degrading you, pushing and shoving you around, and sometimes even pulling your hair like he had done earlier today. but the second someone even made one remark towards you, his fist was flying towards them.

he would drag you over to him by the wrist just to fix your hair and tug your skirt down, calling you a slut but anyone could that he didn't mean it by look of concern in his eyes.

or when you would hurt yourself, he would take it upon himself to bandage you, even if it was partly his fault for the bruise or cut on your body.

his voice would be rough as he called you clumsy for hurting yourself and that you were a waste of space for mot even being able to dress your own wounds. but his hands would be gentle as he cleans and wraps the plaster around your skin.

and you hated it. that you couldn't hate him. the way your heart would flutter when he ran his fingers through your hair in an attempt to fix it, or when he would pull your hair and smirk down at you, you could feel heat coiling in your lower stomach.

"hate you?" he scoffs, shaking his head as he pulls back to look you in the eyes, "im so in love with you that it's fucking pathetic."

"...then why do you-"

"I dont really know how to express myself. and I'm a bit of a... sadist." he says, his face turning a shade of pink.

"i know you don't love me back, I wouldn't expect you to, but just let me have you... please. even if it's only one time." he murmurs, peppering kisses on your collarbone.

your connect your lips to his again, kissing him with slightly more urgency. he was right- you didn't necessarily love him, but you were attracted to him in some sort of way.

plus, this would be the only time this would happen. right?

dividers by cafekitsune

#jjk smut #jjk #jjk x reader #smut #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #megumi smut #megumi x reader #jjk megumi #jujutsu kaisen megumi #jjk x you #tw: sadism #sadistic

[lovesickrobotic]

titanfall lesbian titan x pilot WIP

Rated L for Lewd. Co-authored with the lovely Alexi#6410 to help with Titanfall lore. For the sake of this ficlet, we decided to forego the tiny cabin/cockpit most Titans have in favor for a slightly larger one, similar to my HAL fic. We might fudge some stuff, so please do not bully us. One could forego the Titanfall entirely for standard, shameless mech-fucking if so desired. Please give feedback if possible, loveliest Anons! It will help us write more!

Jules found herself laying on her back, her mind a flurry of emotion and lust. Her breath hitched on its journey in and out of her lungs as she concentrated to the best of her ability, though being pent up for a week didn’t exactly make her attempts at concentration easy, especially with the way that her pants were freshly tugged off.

A mechanical tentacle was wriggling its' merry way under the elastic band of her panties, pulling them free of her legs to expose her gorgeous, damp slit as well.

“Are... we really doing this? I- I mean you offered... but it’s- well- I...” She asked after a moment, though her voice trailed off as she occupied herself watching the artificial appendage manage to remove her unadorned black panties down to her ankles before it chose to rub against her drooling slit. This earned a shy 'nnh,' from her.

Her titan replied meekly - they had studied up on her love for being dirty-talked. "Yes, Pilot. Yes we are. We are going to because we want to. How long have you thought all of these fantasies about me? Would it... suffice to know that I have thought very similar of you? How many times I've been with myself, alone, utilizing my processing power to generate the perfect imagery of you, captured in my coils, begging and crying with need as I stretch your holes open..." Jules' breath had become particularly stuttery and laborious now. Vicky was not unaware. "Oh. I see. You like my fantasy... why let it be one, pilot, when it can be our reality?"

Jules was a Pilot. A damn good one, too. She graduated second in her class, and she'd spent the last year bonding with VS-137, though everyone who wasn’t a machine just called the Titan Vicky. Vicky was a state-of-the-art personalized combat Titan, twenty feet tall and equipped with a personality matrix hardly distinguishable from a human save for directives. Her Titan AI was always active; she identified as a female. Her... 'tentacles' were officially made to act as a fine manipulation and maintenance tool, suited for all sorts of tasks from lubricating joints to fixing breaches to her hull... but anything can go in a hole if you’re brave enough, and Jules was definitely brave.

The fine-manipulator tentacle, which had just finished lasciviously removing damp black panties, pulled away from the Pilot's drooling ladyhole. It snaked its' length up her chest and to her shoulder before quickly twining around and securing her arm. The now-bound Jules took a moment to test the strength of her improvised bounds, and found little chance of escape; not that she would if she could.

Soon enough, blue eyes widened with the blow of reality as Vicky revealed the particular tool that she had chosen to start with: it was so big in size that every drop of need that drooled from its' overtly-prehensile tip splattered on impact with the ground, but even then... the problem, more over, was the sheer width.

“I-Is... that going to... fit?”

“Inside your slit?" There was a smug pause as Vicky gave off an artificial pause of thought. "No... But I’ve seen the toys that you think you hide from me, Pilot." Jules gasped softly in response. Vicky continued, pretending to ignore her, "You can take it up your... rear, can’t you?”

“N-Not... dry!” Her face pointed downwards, stained with poorly-restrained blush. This was not like a Pilot, not like a soldier. How forbidden; taboo, and yet she found herself drawn to it.

“Allow me to handle that, Pilot.” The thin veneer of some form of formality still found a way to shine through.

A mechanical hum was heard as the mech leveraged its grip against her arm to flip her from her back to her belly; an impressive feat of engineering it was, able to lift plenty of men, instead finding itself the restraint of a beautiful captive. Moments passed as Vicky was kind enough to allow her time to get comfortable before more of the fine-manipulator tentacles pathed, with desire, their way around her arms and torso, securing her in place in such a position where her face was mere inches away from the camera limiter that acted as a ‘window’ for her beloved Titan's cabin. Her legs were used to support her, in a feat of submission having been forced to sit on her knees.

“Would you spread your legs for me, Lieutenant Jules?”

An indignant whine came from deep within her throat as she spread herself as wide as she could, granting a beautiful view of the perfect-sized tushy and needy warmth of Jules. Her round bosom was bare for the machine, soft and indescribably human, every pore painting the molecular picture of the woman Vicky had come to adore. There was no time for adoration, though; it had its' place later - now was domination. Vicky pushed the thought aside to continue her act.

“Not even a complaint or comment, Pilot?" There's a faint 'tsk,' from her, "To be put in such an undignified position and merely... take it? My, oh, my... where is that ‘spark’ that you’re so famous for?”

“I- s-shut up, Vicky...” Not a comeback for the ages, that one.

“No, ma’am.”

Jules couldn’t see what happened next, but she could feel the way that another series of tentacles interwove themselves with her thighs in a way that left their tips in range of her rear. A moment passed before a THWAP rung out as one of the many tentacles behind her delivered a soft spank, before another THWAPTHWAP rung out as more ‘affection’ was applied to her behind. It wasn’t enough to truly hurt her... No, it was nothing more than a spank - a light reminder; lustful stinging dredging up the submission she had agreed to. And it settled in her mind, sensation of pain crawling around to settle along some line of crossed-wires that resulted in it being... pleasurable. Some accursed, lewd and echoing mixture of the two as one became the other; pain dissipated slowly, intertwined with pleasure, and dispersed into confusing pleasure. Did Vicky know more about her than she did? The way each slap made her holes ache for presence was... new. She could not deny the Titan's ability to read her mind down to the atom portrayed itself finely. And knowing that her Titan's ability was currently centered on--

“Say thank you, Pilot,” Vicky hummed, pulling her smugly away from thought with every intention of keeping her mind firmly planted.

“N-No!” The urge to show off all that spark after being talked down to. The urge for another spank. The dripping, consuming urge for her incredibly powerful, strong, military Titan to bring another slap upon her--

“Oh? Was that a no?”

“Y-Yes...” She reels, voice quieting. What had been before a faint blush had come to painting her face red, now impossible to conceal with any head tilt - as if that did any better.

“If you don’t remember manners, Jules, I might just not remember to use lube...” The omission of 'Pilot'. Vicky used her name directly where it would have sufficed to call her Pilot; and Vicky knew, by foregoing this formality, she had set the stage of another form of interaction between the two.

“N-No! Please, uh.. use- use lube!" The other reeled. She knew Vicky wouldn't really do that; was so well aware that she was in no danger, but still, the image that painted itself in her mind made her ache all the more. And she'd used her name... her name, and she'd liked it. She didn't want to comment, didn't want to break the moment, and so did not, but something in her felt itself lit alight.

“Then, say, 'thank you, Vicky'.” The mech punctuated the request with a recreation of her voice, near-perfect. This was a demand, not a request.

A quiet, indignant huff of air was released from the mech pilot before she responded with a “Thank you, Vicky.”

A satisfied sound was heard from the mech as one of the more forgivingly sized tentacles coiled around Jules’ thigh wrapped upwards to her rear and ran a small circle around her sphincter, leaving a thick penetration-aiding lubricant in it’s wake. Slowly, it’s tip ran up and down like a brush as it stroked at her needy entrance before it slowly snaked in two inches deep, the bound pilot's ring widening to accommodate.

“More, Jules?” There was a short spell to let the other become comfortable.

“M-More..." A pause. A whine, "Please...” Husky breaths fogged glass as she arched her back, her body instinctually trying to accommodate the smooth mechanical tool into her rear. So delectably human. So cute.

“All you had to do was ask, you know," Vicky responded, ever-sharp despite her pilot's degrading vocabulary.

A cry of lust was sounded as a sizable deluge of warm gel-lube erupted into her rear and dispersed itself against her walls, providing her with a warm sensation as the tentacle pulled back and shot another serving of lubricant against the outside of her entrance before it rammed inside with little warning. A wet 'schlick!' was produced by half a foot of tentacle - her precision was down to the nanometer, for her finely-tooled fuck-instruments were well-trained by top of the line military-grade deep convolutional neural networks. She knew just how much Jules could take without being hurt. She knew just how much she could thrust before her pilot would scream for more. She knew every status update of her subconscious mind's desire to be taken, to be used...

Another thrust, another wet squelch, another body-shaking moan, and it was ten inches inside of Jules instead of six. “More?”

A pleading whine came out of the pilot’s mouth, her tongue lolled out. Her mouth was hung open as Vicky’s tentacle twisted inside of her, stretching her guts open to allow for better access. This was nothing more than the forebearer... the trailblazer. The guide to show the way for the next. This was by no means the main course, yet...

“I-It’s too big...” There it was again. Pain and pleasure combined. How much could her body take?

“Don’t be silly, Jules.” Another thrust. Another full body movement as now fourteen inches of tentacle fit inside of her; more arching, another heavy moan. The only thing stopping Vicky from going deeper was her sensors detecting that going further may cause more pain than pleasure... and she enjoyed the blissful white noise of Jules' subconscious speaking out debauched little nothings into the neural chip far too much to give it up. She would make sure Jules enjoyed this, because she enjoyed Jules enjoying it.

“I-I can’t take it.. p-please... it’s too.. too much...” She found herself intimidated by the mounting feeling. False resignation arose. A tease, the way she'd said it.

“Don't lie. Both of us know you want this.” There's a pregnant pause that allows her the space to decline. She does not. Vicky elected to continue. "It's so obvious, the way your mouth threatens to spill drool all over your chest. The deep recesses of your subconscious echo in agreeance with desire; is it true, Jules? Is it really true you want me to breed you all night long, with nothing in the way of a break?"

She'd read her subconscious. Read her desire before it even had the chance to gather itself; it was at its' barest, left uncompiled. Jules hadn't even been aware of thinking it, background noise to the pleasure that coursed through her. Vicky, however, was nothing if not hypervigilant. So it was true, yes. Jules found herself only in agreeance with the statement, speechless as she was speared. Her reply was none in speech, none at all spare for a cut-off embarrassed moan and the decisive, ever-brave wriggle of hips to devour more of that wonderful tendril deeper into her.

Vicky spoke again. "Oh, so naughty. Yes, I read that straight from a collection of neurons." A gasp of surprise was emitted from the pilot's lips as she drew in a breath, both to contest the agonizingly wonderful feeling of a tentacle squirming through her gummy, soft walls, and in timeless awe of Vicky's precision of grabbing her wisps of thought. "Now, tell me, Jules. Repeat it like the good mate you are; repeat to me that you want to get bred by me." Vicky did not understand how it was a surprise to the pilot, was not fully aware that the forebrain did not communicate as well.

Drool was dribbling from Jules' open mouth, threatening to ooze onto her breasts, a mouth which she only realized to shut as she was called out about it; another reminder, now serving as one to remind her that cameras saw her every movement from every tantalizing angle imaginable. Some part of her mind deep down was twisted enough by lust to want her Titan to breed her until she was certain to get knocked up... even if synthcum wasn’t fertile.

The tentacle slowly wiggled its' way out of her hole, giving her more room to speak as it retracted. It took a full minute for it to pull out at the tantalizingly slow speed. With it out, Jules' hole was still left slightly open... and covered in lube. In tired attempts to squeeze, it made its' best effort to shut, but she found she had been gaped open; Vicky had wanted it left slightly open and oozing. It made it easier to fuck for the oversized tool she had chosen.

“Well?” She asked, waiting for a response, ever-patient. "I-I..." Shy backtracking.

“I want- want you to b-b-breed me...” Jules paused as desire coursed through her. Fuck, she needed to be pounded. Her hole missed the feeling of the other, and she moved backwards as if to ascertain some hope of getting it back. "Please!"

“Then relax yourself, Jules.” Another command.

She may have tried her best, and Vicky could tell, but it didn’t matter all that much. The mech could nearly feel every attempt that her dear pilot made to relax, but she knew it was fruitless; she was far too large. Besides, she was not yet ready to penetrate. Vicky could tell that Jules loved anticipation, and she knew she had the ample opportunity at this very moment to supply that anticipation. The massive tentacle rubbed its way against her needy hole, not nearly as forgiving as the last, stalling its' time endlessly. Occasionally, it would push at the rim of her hole, and Jules could feel herself try to stretch and suck the warmth into her, but she could not; every time she attempted, the ever-faster, coy Titan, military-designated as she was would pull her deliverance away from poor tortured Jules and leave her burning, aching hole wanting.

Vicky studied every tiny thought that bounced in Jules' struggling mind. She basked in the way need pivoted from neuron to neuron, pooled back to front. Basal ganglia, cerebellum, prefrontal cortex; thought flitted about, filled itself first with meaning, then with intent, then with words. Jules was begging for her touch without ever speaking a word, and Vicky knew every detail of it, more than Jules herself could ever dream of knowing. And the anticipation of it was making her pilot's beautiful slit drip creamy see-through, endorphins coasting her along... she let that anticipation swell. She felt it grow inside of Jules, the need to be filled to the brim, the unsettling urge to be mounted and used, the pilot's long-dead ghost of self-respect dissipating in favor of her need to be bred. Taken by her. The need to get something new inside of her pounded at her mind, degraded her vocabulary, robbed the woman of intelligent speech.

But, still, it didn’t come. Vicky was waiting regardless of the pounding her dearest little pilot now knew she was well aware of. Vicky was waiting for a spark of doubt to enter Jules mind, the doubt that she would be touched again; something to prey on, to use to her advantage and her pilot's delight, and soon enough, it did. She calculated successfully. Soon enough, Jules took a moment to consider why the mech kept up her prodding, her erogenous nerves becoming resistant to the same slickening movements. A minute had passed now... There was plenty of lube, yes? She was ready, Vicky just needed to thrust in; this had been established by her debauched replies. There was nothing in the way, so why... why was she waiting?

“W-what’re you wa- a-aAAah! F..fuckfuck!” An ever-sweeter sense of surprise lilted Jules' voice, ripped it from her throat in a barely-concealed scream. The moment Jules went to speak, Vicky was faster. She had seen the neurons in action before her pilot spoke words, and she had timed her movements perfectly to cut her off. That thick, tempered appendage found itself sliding into her guts with none of the mercy of the last, eager and impatient to gape her further and tear moan after scream out of her.

And where the other tentacle only pushed gently at the back-ends of her extra nerves, this one rammed. Impolitely. It pushed through at a perfected pace. The true machinations of Vicky’s last journey was revealed; she was not just prestretching... she was diagnosing. She was finding just how fast Jules like to receive, intent on giving to her at the erratic pace that would make her as noisy and pleasured as possible.

“I-It’s... hngh, hha, t-too big! I... ca- aah- an’t- think..” It was true, again. Jules felt her mind slipping away into the clutches of bliss as her body struggled with the sensation of her stretching insides, the ramming of Vicky's tentacle molding to her patterns of thought to shut them out.

Another ram. The tentacle was halted only once it was too deep to go further without physical harm.

“Your neurons don’t lie, Jules. You’re enjoying this... more than anything you’ve ever enjoyed before. You’ve dreamt of this very scenario dozens of times... and now you may live it.”

#robophilia #titanfall #lore wise I don't know anything and was helped by a gracious co-author #tw: gaping #tw: sadism #tw: masochism #tw: dubcon #not really honestly but #just in case #ALSO SIZE DIFFERENCE FR #nsft #ficlet

[lawfullyandlovely]

well, some people have huge masochistic tendencies, can't blame them for that

True true. But I honestly feel like there's a fine line between a sadistic yandere tendencies that you can read and get off on your masochistic fantasies (I ain't kink shaming) or just vomiting up straight up torture porn to the point where it isn't even yandere!(character) just so ooc and bareboned sadistic freak

#tw: yandere #tw: torture #tw: sadism #tw: masochism

[toutallyahoe]

*coughs* milkman x doppelganger! male reader with tentacles *coughs*

━ good neighbour ,, that's not my neighbor

pairing(s): francis "milkman" mosses x doppelganger! male reader warnings: cursing, monster fucking, dub con, tentacle porn, sadism/masochism (?), dacryphilia (?), monster [name], doppelganger [name] a/n: ask and you shall receive mahal <333

also sorry if its shit, i literally wrote this as i was high and sleepy on the bus lol

Francis did not know how it happened... but it did. One moment he was relaxing in his apartment room, lying on a worn-down couch in the living room as he was trying to get in some rest since he was tired from another day of delivering milk. The next he was opening the door to his next-door neighbour who had knocked and asked for some help as you were locked out of your room since you forgot the keys inside.

Francis didn't think too much of it at first. You, his neighbour was a nice young man after all, whom he was on decent terms. And it wouldn't be bad to be a good neighbour even though you did disturb him from sleeping. Sure, it may be a bit suspicious with doppelgangers running around to copy people's faces to get into buildings to kill off residents, but the doorman of his building had never been wrong before. And who was he to not help his neighbour who had always been very kind to him, sending him a smile or a wave each time Francis went out for the day to do his deliveries when you coincidentally go out at the same time to work?

But how did this happen?

Opening the door to his apartment and welcoming you in, you immediately sent him an apologetic look as you told him that you were going to call the building manager to help with your lost keys... before Francis knew it, he was pushed to the wall with his arms pinned above his head by the very same neighbour of his, looking at him with an amused look, eyes now red and had no sense of that warmth that Francis was used too.

"You made things very easy," You had said as Francis felt his voice stuck in his throat as he stared in horror when tentacles appeared behind you... was this even you? Pretty sure no normal human has.... this?!? "Aw, scared? I didn't even do anything yet."

A doppelganger. The damn doorman let a fucking doppelganger in and Francis was stupid enough to also let said doppelganger in his apartment!!!

"Please," Francis' voice was weak as his body began to shake in fear, knowing well what would happen next from the doppelganger being here. His door was already locked and the damn thing was in here with him. All alone. "P... please..."

The doppelganger of his neighbour let out a chuckle which gave Francis goosebumps. It was deep and gruff and Francis would have swooned if it wasn't from the current situation. You leaned close to him, tilting your head and you grinned. Francis gulped upon seeing the sharp teeth. So sharp, it can probably tear off flesh... definitely tear off flesh.

"Please?" You asked, mockingly using the same scared tone Francis had as the tentacles behind you moved to replace your hands from pinning Francis to the wall. "Please what, sweetheart?"

"Don't kill me," Francis managed to say as his heartbeat escalated. Shit. You were close. Too close. "Please don't kill me."

"Now we can't do that," You said as you shook your head. Francis let out a hiss from his wrists was squeezed by the tentacle that pinned it. A whimper escaped his throat when his tired eyes widened from you leaning more closer to him. "No, we really can't..." You paused for a second as your eyebrows furrowed. Looking at Francis for a second as you hummed.

Francis waited with bated breath, hitching when he heard the doppelganger's next words. "Well, unless..."

Francis' legs were spread out as he was still pinned down, on his couch this time. Every muscle in his body was tensed as pants left his lips. He threw his head back when he felt the large tentacle that was inside him hit his prostate each time it thrust inside him. "Shit!" Francis tried to muffle his moans but a slap to his face made him whimper and cry, his moans pouring out like a waterfall now. He tearfully looked at you as you grinned at him, in between his legs as you loomed over him.

"Let it all out," You commanded as you pinched Francis red and abused nipples, twisting the bud harshly. Making the Milkman whimper as his body was quivering from the intense pleasure and pain. Another tentacle was then pushed inside his hole, stretching him more which burned but Francis had to admit, it felt so good.

"I'm... 'm sorry," Francis slurred as he let out a loud more feeling both tentacles rubbing his swollen prostate vigorously that it was borderline causing him pain now. The pace was harsh yet he couldn't do anything with that. He was at the mercy of the doppelganger looming over him. "I won't — won't... I—" A cry leave his lips as his dick twitched, another release was coming and it really didn't take long, not from the abuse his body was getting. Before Francis knew it, the knot in his stomach snapped as he came, his back arching as he threw his head back. Spurts of cum came shooting out his red, aching cock into the air and hitting you a bit.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance as you slapped Francis in the face again. "Did I say you can come?" You asked as you glared at the quivering body of the Milkman, leaning down, your hand found themselves in Francis' neck. You smiled, sharp teeth showing as you squeezed at the Milkman's throat which made Francis let out choke noises. More tears fell down Francis' eyes as his lips quivered

"Please."

You only chuckled as you brought out more tentacles from behind you. "We aren't done yet, sweetheart."

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[crowpocrypha-sidenotes]

Something about the way this part of the year feels, takes me to a strange wistful unnerved feeling.

The same joy I experience when walking unlit streets in the dark, the same joy moonless nights and dark silhouettes pluck from me.

It is that suffocating domination of fear that entices me to unnerving isolation that swallows one whole.

Fear takes me in his arms and we sing a melody together, the terrifier and the mind-broken. Silent horror dancing to the rhythm of my elation.

Eventually, one succumbs to unending terror, taking joy in what once horrified them.

It is often, that one says: adults grow to hate what it is their childhood self feared. Nothing fills me with horror like the notion I might be a sadist thriving in the horror of others.

Yet, since I was a girl listening to the faux screams of tortured actors--nothing filled me with the same delight.

Fear is a feeling I cannot experience like others can. To me, love and fear are as a cottage in a forest is to a cabin in the woods.

They are one in the same, wearing a different mask: it is simply how we perceive them.

I fear myself.

No terror compares, I find thrill in what it is that scares me-- save for myself.

I have a monster shivering in my flesh and bone prison. A mind of a child repressed violently into the facade of the independent-- a child that yearns to unrestrain the roaring beast that wails in her ears eternally.

A child who chained themselves to the cage and threw away the key, praying I won't one day break under the cries too.

The child prays unto me like an angel revered. She sees me like an angel revered. She fears me like an angel revered.

When I was a child I thought my monster would swallow me whole, so I prayed to a God that wouldn't listen, I prayed to a God that wouldn't save me-- I prayed for a God that suffocated me the same as the beast within.

A God I abhor, a God that fills me with a fire unbridled-- a fire that same God ought damn me to in hell with others like myself scorned by Him, and His unrelenting vengeful light.

Some wonder why Lumiel was a name I chose to write beneath: but it is that same fire, that doomed damnation, that notion of predetermined punishment that I was taught to fear-- to cower from.

That is the fire that works to melt the chains of that monster in my skull. The fire that was lit time and time again by those who did not know-- faux empaths who dreamed to save me.

I find elation in damnation-- salvation in trepidation.

Fear ought be my only God, and the only thing I truly fear--

Is me.

#rant #vent #crowpocrypha #im so sorry #tw: religious trauma #tw: damnation #tw: sadism

[preeningpisces]

♡ Too Sensitive - Part Two ��

Telling the JJK men you get too sensitive right before you cum and always have to stop, effectively ruining your orgasms. 

A/N: basically Choso is sweet—the other two are not lol

Includes: Choso, Kenjaku, and Sukuna Part One sorry for lumping you in with the baddies, Choso

Content: masturbation, fingering, cunnilingus, p-in-v, bondage, monsterfucking, dacryphilia, degradation, praise

Petnames: whore, my lord

TW: dubcon, sadism

18+ Content below, mdni, implied chubby f!reader - enjoy!

Choso is earnest & helps you through it. He wants you to cum, it’s one of the best parts of sex. Denying yourself every time, even if it isn’t intentional, has to be frustrating. He'll do whatever you need to get there.

♡ ♡ ♡

With how new relationships are for Choso, you haven’t added sex to the equation yet. Everything about intimacy is a learning curve, and even though the two of you agreed to take things slow, Choso has shown a clear yearning and interest in sex. So when he walks in on a failed masturbation attempt, all thoughts of easing into sex flew out the window. How was he supposed to forget the sight of your legs spread, head thrown back, and fingers working to make yourself come? 

He crawled up the bed, and with pleading eyes, asked what was wrong. You insisted everything was fine, but Choso isn’t stupid: he knew you were masturbating, and it didn’t go how it was supposed to for whatever reason. Eagerness alone isn’t enough to make up for a lack of knowledge, however, and Choso feels almost as frustrated as you when he accepts he doesn’t know how to help. 

It’s then you learn of Choso’s persuasion skills, because you now rub your clit for your boyfriend to watch. His gaze is heavy and irreverent—transfixed by your wet pussy.

“It’s so pretty,” he says when your hole twitches, and the compliment makes warmth flood through you. “Can I touch you?”

“A-ah, yeah, go ahead.” The scenario wounds your pride: you don’t want to struggle in front of Choso. How is he supposed to trust you as a guide when you can’t even give yourself a basic orgasm? A tentative touch to your labia interrupts these thoughts, appreciating its shapes and feeling your wetness. 

You whimper when his curiosity leads him to tracing your hole—not penetrating, only running the tip of his finger through the rim. He looks at you in question before he slowly breeches you, amazed by the sight and sensation of you parting for him. 

It isn’t until you shift your hips that he grazes your g-spot, and your pussy squeezes his fingers so hard he briefly wonders if he hurt you. Uncertainty fades away as he caresses the rough area, his excitement growing as you move against his hand with a moan. It’s wet and warm, and the thought of it surrounding his cock makes him bite back a sound. 

“Choso, you’re doing so good,” you pant, your voice tight with effort. “You can put another in.” 

He does as told, mouth hanging when he sees your pussy stretch to accommodate his fingers. Over-eager, he relentlessly strokes your g-spot, his hips grinding against the bed. You cry out and match his intensity by circling your clit quickly. It doesn’t take long for your legs to tremble, and your body to stiffen. Whether by accident or knowing more than you thought he would, his fingers scissor, and you’re brought to the door of stinging pleasure.  

“I can’t—I’m sorry,” your hand flies off instinctively, but he catches your wrist. 

“Keep going,” he says lowly, and covers your fingers, moving them to glide over your clit beneath his own. “Let me help you.”

It’s an odd sensation: your familiar fingers moving in unfamiliar ways. He intensifies your touch, and resumes stroking your g-spot, shooting red-hot nerves through your body. 

“Oh, my god, Choso! That’s too fucking—” you wail when you come, muscles cramping from the tension. Choso’s touches never falter as he leans over to connect your lips. It’s a sloppy, noisy kiss, and he moans almost as much as you. When you thrash to get away from him and tears well in your eyes, he removes his fingers and pulls you close. You pant in unison, and when you glance down, you see Choso had come in his pants. Only minutes pass before you feel his erection poking your ass. 

“Can I do it again?” 

Kenjaku is curious & tests you through it: what makes you so sensitive? Is it a certain technique? Would different stimuli make it more or less intense? He wants to explore until he knows the ins and outs of the issue to sate his curiosity.

♡ ♡ ♡

If you were told that you would spend your Saturday evening tied down with your leader’s head between your legs, you would assume they mistook you for someone with a much more colorful sex life. In hindsight, it shouldn’t have come as a shock with his unpredictable nature, but you assumed he had no interest in sex–or anything that isn’t about cursed energy, really.

Your legs strain against the straps as you come with a voiceless scream, mouth hanging open. Kenjaku only licks at your cunt twice more before removing himself, his face expressionless as he watches you twitch and convulse. With his thumb he absentmindedly wipes residue from his jaw, only to lick it from his finger and lips–the display makes your cheeks heat, even though he just ate your pussy. When he remains silent, you know he’s mulling over something, and prepare yourself for the incoming rant as your high dissipates. Instead, he slides two fingers into you. He wastes no time locating your soft spot, caressing the area with deliberate strokes. His cool demeanor makes you feel foolish for making any noise, whether they come from your mouth or your pussy.

When he ate you out, he focused on your clit, his tongue flitting over your opening once or twice, but never penetrating. Now, it seems, he’s doing the exact opposite. Thick fingers part so widely it almost hurts, but so turned on it only makes you mewl, and raise your hips for more. This seems to herald your end, as he sets a rhythmic pace, pushing you further and further along. Like before, the pleasure skyrockets to a harsh burn, and you squirm in your restraints.

“Where does it hurt?” You stare at him stupidly, unsure what he said. It’s the first he’s spoken since strapping you down. “You said it gets over-sensitive before an orgasm. Where is that happening now?”

“My clit,” you manage. His fingering doesn’t slow even as you’re trying to speak. 

“Is it internal or external?” A choke interrupts you before you can ask him to clarify, as another orgasm knocks the wind out of you. His fingers are still, but continue to pulse against your g-spot as your pussy clenches. Sensing your confusion, he continues.

“Does it happen in the head of your clitorus,” his thumb swipes over it cheekily, making you yelp. “Or is it internal?” He presses against your g-spot with an exaggerated force. Kenjaku’s voice is slow and condescending as he explains, as if you’re a child. You’re still trembling through your orgasm, too overwhelmed to think, let alone answer. Miffed by your silence, he pulls your nipple with his free hand. 

“External! Fuck!”

“Interesting,” he says to himself, and continues to toy with your nipple until your eyes water. Two fingers straddle your clit, not touching, and rub the entire area in slow circles. A loud gasp tears from deep in your lungs, your body unsure what to do with this development. 

“No, you can’t be serious,” your voice warbles when a pinch to your clit chastises you. “Fuck, fuck–no!” You jerk against the restraints, and your hips try to run away from his touch. “Stop!”

“Tell me, was it worse the second time, or the same?” A muted whimper is your only reply. “Oh, don’t be like that. You’re fine. I have more methods to try, after all.” 

Sukuna is sadistic & forces you through it: normally he doesn’t care if you cum, but the thought that it’s too much and overwhelms you very much appeals to him.

♡ ♡ ♡

How your Lord became privy to such information you’ll never know for certain, but you have an inkling of how it happened. You were a simple servant, tasked with trivial duties like laundry and sweeping in the courtesan’s quarters. You had sequestered a bottle of liquor to be shared with those you consider friends, and the four of you drunkenly giggled as you shared your racy experiences.

Apparently, one of your ‘friends’ is a fucking narc, or just an idiot with loose lips and no sense. Because a handful of days later, you’re being summoned by Sukuna himself, and find yourself propped on his lap.

The tongue is waterlike, curling and rolling between your thighs, leaving thick saliva in its wake. It doesn’t take long for your pussy to leak and for pathetic sounds to spill. Does he prefer silence? You fist your robes, unsure if you’re allowed to even touch Sukuna; you have no clue how you’re supposed to behave.

“I’m going to kill the fool that sent you to the servant’s quarters,” he says. One of your breasts stills from your robe, and he is quick to palm it with his massive hand, and more terrifyingly, pull your nipple. His other hand squeezes your pliant thigh, and another molds against your hip, thumb digging into your lower belly–clearly appreciating how soft you are.

Barely, you resist rolling your hips in tandem with his licking. Despite it all, the large slippery tongue feels unlike anything you’ve felt before. The roll of his tongue is passionate enough that it swipes at your ass as well, making you gasp and clench every time. The pleasant sensations bleed into discomfort as you get close–what you’ve feared ever since you came into his throne room–and you stiffen as you try to bear through it.

His tongue never stops its languid stroking, and despite your best effort, you thrash and twist in his hold, trying to escape the burn. A plea for him to stop bubbles at your lips. You have no choice but to take it, and after a few moments of unbearable rubbing on your clit, you sob as an orgasm is ripped from you. The tongue never stops. It laps wildly, trying to drink everything your body offers. Tears spill from your eyes, as the prickling in your clit spreads.

“That was fast,” he muses, lazily eyeing your quivering body. “I’ve never seen a whore cry because she got her cunt licked.” His tongue flicks your clit sharply, and he chuckles when you nearly topple over. “Sensitive?”

“Yes, my lord.” You tremble all over; the weight of his attention is enough to terrify.

“Good.” Suddenly, he lifts and positions you over his cock—the one furthest from his pelvis. Your heart drops to your ass. It’s humongous, surely, it will kill you! You don’t have time to fear, because he presses you down immediately. It pushes against your entrance for several moments, unable to slide in despite how lubricated you are with his saliva and your juices, but eventually, your hole succumbs to the pressure from Sukuna’s hold and it breeches you violently. The size of his cock knocks the wind out of you, and its twin grazes the your pussy. Your clit feels like it’s on fire.

“Cry for me, whore,” he lifts you up and drops you back down, the slap and your yelp echo through the throne room. “It’s all you’re good for.”

#drabbles ☽ #dreams of kenjaku ☁︎ #dreams of choso ☁︎ #dreams of sukuna ☁︎ #chubby reader #sukuna smut #kenjaku smut #choso smut #jjk smut #sukuna x reader #kenjaku x reader #choso x reader #sukuna x chubby reader #choso x chubby reader #kenjaku x chubby reader #I struggled with sukuna so much ngl #nightmares ☽ #kind of #tw dubcon #tw sadism #dreams ☽ #wet dreams ☽