#cw mention of noncon relationships

[keiho]

— H.HJ | aphrodisiac

#tags — hwang hyunjin x fem!reader ; smut, e2l, mafia au, dark fic #contains — begging, edging, handjob, multiple orgasms, riding, praise, creampie, dacryphilia, bondage, whimpering hyun, sub!hj #warnings — some physical violence (slapping, two punches, minor cutting, choking), mentions of blood and brief mention of a needle, non-con (m rec), drugging (aphrodisiac), mindbreaking, toxic relationship themes near the end, kidnapping themes, not proofread, lowercase intended #words — 5.6k #thoughts — my first hard fic! and also my longest fic 🥸 i loved writing this so pls enjoy :3 i struggled with the end but i always do so who cares #thanks — thank u to my beta readers !! i had a few (they've asked to stay anonymous) and i really appreciate their help :)) thank u beloveds #sources — u/MythosVA's 'breaking him for information' is the audio source for this fic! i edited it a tiny bit but if you want a more immersive experience, listen while u read! (pls go support MythosVA on their platforms!) #note — this is my original work. @keiho may 2023. do NOT repost.

hyunjin's vision is blurry when he opens his eyes. he doesn't know where he is, and any attempts to figure it out are moot; the room is so dark he can't see more than maybe five feet in front of him. he moves to get up from the chair he's seated in to look around, but he can't — he's tied down. his wrists are tied behind the back of the chair and his ankles to the legs. another rope is tied around his waist, holding his back flush to the back of the wooden chair.

he huffs and groans as he tries to squirm out of his restraints. but as he moves, he realizes the knots are tied well. he's not going anywhere.

"was this your idea?" he speaks into the darkness, guessing based on stories he'd heard that someone's here with him. his voice breaks as the words pass his lips, his throat nearly burning as it's so dry. "this is your plan to get intel, isn't it?" he goes quiet as he tries again on his ropes, although it's futile. "whoever the fuck you are, you won't get anything out of me."

the silence that answers him makes his ears ring. without cause, his heart skips a beat before it picks up pace. someone's right in front of him. he can feel it; he just can't see them. doesn't know what kind of threat they pose. it makes his skin break into goosebumps.

he tries to ignore the strange feeling rising in his chest and looks down at the knots tied over his stomach, assuming the knots would be the same everywhere and looking for a weak point. he mutters a quiet 'fuck' under his breath when he feels stinging in his wrists; he's broken skin.

he pauses when he hears footsteps closing in. lifting his head, hyunjin sees you — whoever you are. he doesn't recognize you, which is odd considering he knows exactly why he's here.

he sighs. "finally. hi," he offers faux-politely, a sarcastic edge to his words.

you raise a brow and let out a small laugh. "hello."

"so," he starts, looking around the dark room. "what is this?"

"it's you, tied to a chair."

"i see that," he says. "let me guess, you're with lim?"

your lips curl into a small smile as you lean down a little closer to take a look at the mask adorning his face. it's an off-white color, angel wings engraved on the cheekbones of the skull shape.

"sure, you could say that."

"mmh, i see. well… you can tell your boss to go fuck himself." hyunjin huffs and shifts his shoulders back. "you will never get anything out of me. you hear me?"

"hmm… promise?" you ask. hyunjin hears an odd tone in your voice but chooses to ignore it.

he scoffs. "whatever you do, no worry, i can take that pain."

"oh, i'm sure of it," you say condescendingly, standing up straight to traipse around behind him. he can't see you now, and it makes him more nervous than it should.

"i've been down this road before," he says, almost too confidently. "might as well put a bullet in my brain now."

you chuckle. "i'm sure you'd like that, the easy way out." he feels you lean down close to his ear, and you let out a soft laugh. "pathetic how you're trying to take that route after you were so sure of yourself," you whisper.

hyunjin ignores your taunts.

"you think you can break me?" he asks, shaking his head. "mmh… i don't know about that." you walk back to stand in front of him as he talks, listening to his words carefully. "but it's funny that you would think that."

you lean down, your face right in front of his. your fingers dance along the edge of his mask, your eyes following the curve of the skull before you look into his eyes. when you tug gently on his face cover he takes a sharp breath through his teeth.

"getting a bit close, are we?" he asks, trying to hide the shakiness in his voice.

you smile. it's almost too sweet for the situation you're in, and it's unsettling to hyunjin in more ways than one.

"you're lucky you know how to tie a knot," he whispers.

you straighten your back before delivering a sharp punch to his jaw. he lets out a grunt, and just an instant later he hears the clattering of plastic on the cement floor — his mask's band has broken. the only thing covering his face now is the ski mask he wears underneath.

another blow comes not long after the first and hyunjin lets out a groan before muttering fuck under his breath again.

you pull your knife from its holster on your hip and switch the blade free, the clicking making hyunjin's eyes turn immediately to meet yours. he lets out a strained laugh.

"yeah? what is it you're planning to do?" he breathes heavily as he looks up at you. "death by a thousand cuts?" he laughs. his brain feels fuzzy, the impact of your punches more than any hit had been in times passed.

"i promise you," you begin, placing a hand on each arm of his chair and leaning close to his face. "there's more where that came from."

he sucks in a breath, shaking his head doubtfully. "i don't know; kinda seems like you're making this up as you go."

you know he's just taunting you, and you let him. he's fighting for dominance he doesn't have in a battle he's already lost.

"do i need to repeat myself? you will get nothing out of me today."

"is that so?" you ask, tilting your head. he nods. you laugh, backing away from his chair as you put your knife away. "mmh, still…" you slip your finger underneath the fabric of his ski mask. "let's get this out of the way, shall we?" hyunjin's breath hitches in his throat at the feeling of your skin on his.

you pull the mask back agonizingly slowly, revealing his features one by one. once the mask slips off completely you throw it to the side, and it slides to a stop next to his skull mask.

"such a pretty face," you coo mockingly. "what a waste." the words pass your lips just before you raise your hand to wrap around his throat.

he doesn't try to hold back the sounds of his hindered breathing under your grip. he lets out a growl-like noise and a chuckle between gasps, doing his best to provoke you even when he's unable to breathe.

when your hand falls from his throat again he takes in a deep breath, groaning at the sharp pains in the sides of his neck. your fingers had dug in deeper than he thought, and he swears he feels blood trickling down his neck.

he lets out a whimper before he speaks.

"i swear to god, as soon as i'm out of these, you're gonna regret that."

you smirk, pulling your blade out again and taking a swipe at his cheek. now he's sure that there's blood, and he gasps as you cut him.

he chuckles and does his best to ignore how his cheek burns.

"you seem oddly confident," he states.

"i could say the same about you," you retort.

he laughs to himself. "and why's that?"

"i've broken hundreds before you."

"sounds like you're all bark no bite." hyunjin hates that you can see his face because he's sure his pupils are blown and his face is red. "you're just a scared amateur, a little gi—"

his words are cut off when you deliver a slap to the place you've just cut him. he lets out a gasp followed by a whimper, but he tries his best to stay quiet and takes in a deep, shaking breath.

you get close to his face again, gripping his jaw and looking him over. his skin is beginning to turn red in the shape of your hand, his skin broken in places you hadn't realized you'd hit him.

"what do you think you're doing?"

"examining," you say simply.

"examining what?" he scoffs, staring into your eyes as you look him over. your gaze falls to his neck and he realizes he can't see your other hand, but it's too late — a needle slides quickly into his skin, and a cold fluid rushes into his veins when you slide the plunger down its tube.

"…what did you just do?" he asks.

you ignore his question. "i'm asking, nicely; last chance. tell me where they are," you tease, still holding onto his jaw.

he hates the way you say it but he can't help it: "fuck. you."

you smile as you toss the needle into the dark abyss behind hyunjin's chair, listening to him ramble.

"like i told you. like i keep telling you — you'll get nothing, nothing from me. so no matter wh…" his voice trails off and his words slur. he tries to shake it off, starting over. "no matter w… wh-wha—" his vision begins to blur and he feels like the room is spinning. "n-no matter what you d…do," he forces out, "y-you…"

hyunjin lets out a whimper as he tries to look you in the eye, barely capable of controlling the way his eyes keep rolling back.

"wh-what… what d'you do?" he asks, his voice soft. his breathing shakes as he looks down at his lap, trying to ground himself — maybe he's just dizzy. but the aching in the side of his neck screams at him, and there's a voice in his head telling him to go, run, run far away. but he can't. even if he wasn't tied up, he wouldn't be able to go five feet without collapsing.

you stare down at him wordlessly, watching his gaze drift from place to place as it hits what you've done.

"wh…what did you just give me?" he slurs, letting out soft whimpers instead of regular breaths.

"hmm… truth serum." your lips curl into a barely-there smile, and he squints at you.

"th-that shit doesn't exist," he says. he whines at the pain, suddenly amplified infinitely by the drug coursing through his body. you let him question himself, softly muttering messy words under his breath as he tries to decipher the situation at hand.

"y-you won't get it out of me," he nearly mewls. "i won't tell you."

you grab his jaw gently and make him look at you.

"mm-mm," he whines weakly, shaking his head as his eyelids drift shut momentarily. "n-no—"

another slap to his face. he can't even try to hold in the cry of pain, but it gets cut off by your hand wrapping around his throat again.

"i-i won't," he forces out through his dizziness. you simply smile down at him, watching the way his eyes close and snap open repeatedly.

you pull your hand off of him, and he takes in ragged breaths.

"f-fu… f…" hyunjin can't even form the two words he's been throwing at you consistently since he'd woken up. he swallows thickly and looks up into your eyes, his pupils blown so much you can hardly see the color in his eye.

"where are they?" you ask softly.

"y-you want mm…me to tell you. but i-i'll, nev…never tell." he whimpers again. "y-you won't get anything out of me," he slurs, repeating the words over and over until he seems to fall into a momentary daze. his eyes skip over your face as he tries to ground himself again. "i won't t-tell you anyth…thing,"

more whimpers and failed attempts at speaking pass his lips. you take hold of his jaw again and make him look at you.

"just hope the side effects work how i want them to," you state, your voice gentle. he's so out of it that you need to talk down to him for him to understand anything coming out of your mouth.

"s-side effects?" panic rises in his chest. "wh…what side effects?"

"it's had a history of… causing a certain kind of reaction," you smirk, glancing down into his lap. he picks up on your implication and laughs weakly.

"s-so that's your plan? make a h-h…half-assed play, work up my l-lust and desire, thinking i'll tell y…you whatever you want? j-just because your little serum here has got me a l-little excited?"

you smile a little, nodding. "pretty much."

"n-no," he mutters. "n…no, no no no no no…" his voice trails off into silence as his words slur from his mouth. when he snaps back he glares into your eyes as best he can. "you underestimate m-me. you will not get anything… out of me."

"mmh, we'll see about that." you release his jaw and sink onto your knees, reaching for the buckle of his belt. you undo the clasp and unzip his jeans, noticing that he's already getting hard. when you pull his cock free of his boxers he whimpers, your skin warm on his. as he watches you tug his jeans off, his mind fills with a race of thoughts; he needs to leave, he needs to cum, he needs to get out.

"wh…what're you doing?" hyunjin asks quietly. "s-stop." you don't acknowledge his words, instead holding eye contact and slowly moving to jerk him off.

he bites his lip and throws his head back, letting his soft moans and whimpers out freely. every movement makes his cock throb, his head spinning with pleasure already.

"yeah? y-you think i'll break? y…you think so?" his face is red, burning at the sight of you touching him. it feels so good — every sensation is amplified tenfold with the drug swirling around in his brain, both pain and pleasure.

he moans under your touch, over and over, weaker and weaker each time. he lets out a quivering breath.

"come and f-fucking try it." he's trying so hard to be strong, and it's hardly working; he knows that. but he knows if he can resist, just keep his mouth shut… sooner or later you'll let him go. or kill him, whichever you decide fits your plan at the time.

you run your thumb over the tip of his cock and gather the bead of precum that's formed there, using it to lubricate the way you touch him. he lets out a cry of pleasure at the feeling of you touching his most sensitive parts, but he refuses to fold.

"n-nothing," he says, "nothing you do w…will ever make me. mm-mm," he hums, shaking his head weakly.

you move your hand faster, just a bit to drive him crazy. every whimper encourages you, pushing you deeper into this mindset you've fallen into. part of you isn't in it for the mission anymore; he just looks so pretty like this, barely coherent with his cock throbbing for you.

"so cute," you mutter. it's almost against your will the way it falls from your lips — ironic. he lets out a loud whine at your praise, closing his eyes tightly. you can see his core tightening as he tries to thrust into your hand, but his restraints won't let him.

he breathes heavily, shaking his head mindlessly as he refuses things you're not asking for.

"f…fuck, fuck. please—" he moans, doing his best to hold back the words pushing at his throat. "i-its gonna take much more than th-that."

"oh, i'm sure," you coo. every teasing word makes hyunjin's cock throb and he throws his head back, crying out at the sensations running through his body.

"mm-mm," he hums, letting out an empty-minded giggle. "n-no, mm-mm… g-god, fuck—" his voice breaks as he whines, swallowing hard. "f-fuck you, fuck… fuck you fuckyou fuckyou… f-fuck." every word makes him fall apart more and more, his voice cracking. his lower lip slides between his teeth as his eyes roll back.

you move your hand even faster, letting him whine and whimper.

"mm, f-fuck," he forces out, closing his eyes tightly. he shakes his head again; no, you can't win. you won't — he won't let you.

but he's falling apart under your touch, and he knows it. you somehow know exactly what to do to get him to break, pleasuring him beyond belief as his head spins.

"oh, g-god, please…"

"you love this, don't you," you ask softly. he tries to shake his head but his body won't let him, and he nods without hesitation.

"y-your h…hand, fuck— i'm gonna cum," he whispers. he wants to beg, plead; please, more. but he can't form coherent thoughts as an orgasm tightens in his abdomen.

you speed up your hand just enough to bring him to the edge of orgasm before you pull your hand away, watching as he twitches against his ropes. his cock throbs and precum leaks out of his cock, running down his shaft slowly. he takes in a sharp breath through his teeth at the loss of contact; he was so close that he can almost feel his cum built up in his cock, just needing a tiny bit of pressure to let him finish.

"y-you're fucking…" he lets out giggles that turn into cries, hurting so good, desperate for an orgasm. he can feel it slipping away from him, fading from a pending action to just a thought. his head falls back and his chest heaves harshly as he takes in deep breaths. "mm-mm," he hums. "no no no…" you run your thumb over the head of his cock softly, focusing on the spot that'd made him quiver earlier.

he cries out, tears forming in his eyes as he looks down at you. flustered laughs pass his lips as he tries to thrust up into your fist, part of him wants you to stop — he's so overstimulated that his mind is barely present anymore — and the other part wants you to keep going. it feels so good he thinks he's going crazy, fucked out, and dizzy.

"w-won't tell," he whimpers.

"i'll just keep edging you then," you say.

"n-no, please—" he interrupts himself with a loud moan as you move your hand up and down his cock again, less and less friction as his precum drips down his shaft to lubricate your movements. "f..fuck, fuck…" his voice turns from loud moans to soft, broken whimpers. they're high-pitched as he mixes in mutters of 'fuck' and 'please'.

you can tell he's about to cum again with the way he twitches and you stop again, pulling away and resting your hand on his thigh. he almost growls at the loss of sensation, and he looks up at the ceiling, a pained smile on his lips.

you rub soft circles into the skin through his jeans, and somehow the sensation is enough to make him whimper.

"y-you're the worst."

"is that so?" hyunjin's eyes widen when he sees you move your hand under your mouth, letting saliva roll off of your tongue into your palm. "what about if i give the opposite, hm?"

"n-no, wait, please—" you wrap your hand around his cock again, moving at a pace fast enough to bring him close but too slow to push him over the edge.

"doing so good for me," you whisper.

he nods eagerly, unable to meet your eyes as you touch him. you smile at the way he's crumbling; he's easier than you thought.

"n-no, please, please please please…" more moans, breaking through his pleads, showing that no matter how much he denies it, he's loving this. "f-fuck, p…please, more— faster, faster please," he whines, curling into himself as best he can.

"gonna cum, darling?"

he lets out a shaking breath, "y-yes, p…please, fuck." you do as he asks, speeding up your movements, and you watch as tears roll down his face. "please please please, fuck, d-don't stop."

he whimpers, pleading and begging under his breath.

"pretty boy," you say softly. he lets out a cry and throws his head back, nodding urgently.

"please please please, fuck— g…god i'm cumming," hyunjin's voice cracks as his cock twitches in your hand, his body quivering against his restraints. cum spurts out of his cock, messing up his shirt. the flow trickles to a stop and it runs down your hand, dripping onto his jeans.

but you don't let up. you keep jerking him off, and he whines.

"p-please, stop, stop stop…"

you tilt your head, faking a sympathetic look. "oh, but you wanted to cum so badly baby." he moans louder and louder with every movement, his cock still hard but so overstimulated it's making his head hurt. he continues to mutter stop under his breath, over and over, stumbling over his words.

"w…wait wait, please, fuck—" another moan, broken and shaky, before he growls under his breath. "f-fuck you," he whines, hardly able to force the words out as he cries from overstimulation.

he swears under his breath over and over, groaning and letting out nearly painful laughs of exasperation.

"i-i'm gonna cum," he cries. he twitches again just like before, gasping deeply. he lets out a string of profanities and whimpers in the same breath, feeling the air run out in his chest but forcing through the strain.

he coughs as he inhales again.

"cum for me."

it's just what he needs to push him over, and he quivers under his ropes as he cums again. his orgasm washes over him and his eyes roll back.

but again… you don't stop. he's so overstimulated that it hurts; pain, not pleasure. his head spins and he shakes his head, trying to pull away.

"stop, stop stop please, i-i'll tell you, please just stop—" he cries, his chin to his chest as he tries to get away from you. you slow your hand to a stop and pull it away, resting your hand again on his thigh.

your thumb rubs on his skin softly, more giving yourself a distraction from edging him than calming him. he does his best to catch his breath. he breathes nervously, looking at you with tear streaks on his face.

"bahng's plan," he forces out, "is to visit lim's mother, in the dead of night—"

a slap to his face. not as hard as you'd been before, but still enough to sting overwhelmingly under the effects of the drug. and again, your hand wraps around his throat, cutting off his oxygen. his head spins as he struggles.

he's lied to you, not that you're surprised.

when his shoulders start to shake, attempting to move away, you let him go.

he lets his head fall to his chest as he takes in deep breaths, exhaling them as laughs.

"told you it wasn't gonna be that fucking easy," hyunjin snaps. he feels victorious for some odd reason. you're not sure why; it's not like he's free. he's still tied up, entirely trapped at your disposal.

but you're not having it.

you wrap your hand softly around his cock, without moving.

he's confused, and he's not sure if he wants you to get off of him or to keep touching him.

you look up at him, a soft smile on your face, before you place your thumb against his frenulum.

"wh-what are you—" he cries out again when you rub against the tight tissue softly. shocks of pleasure rush through his chest, making him whine and quiver. you can tell how much he's enjoying it, despite his best efforts to hide it.

"you're gonna tell me."

"f-fuck, more, please—" he moans, broken whimpers falling from his lips.

"i'll get you to, one way or another." he shakes his head, desperately trying to get away.

"y-you can't, i don't wanna… no, n-no no no no no…" you work your fingers in the same pattern, over and over, driving him insane.

"come on," you encourage, "tell me, darling."

"th-there… there's a stash house," hyunjin whines. he can feel an orgasm building but he tries to push it down, forcing out the words so you'll let up. "s..stash house on 41st—" he pauses to moan, his voice breaking "—a-and young. it's where he… they keep all of th-their shit there."

he's not done. you can tell by the way his lips quiver, trying to form words. you speed up your movements and he moans loudly, his chest heaving as he takes in deep breaths.

"he plans o-on moving in on y…your boss." he needs to take a moment from talking, letting himself whine and shake as he tries to catch his breath. "on monday," he manages to say. "fuck, f…fuck, please, i'm s-so hard, please… m-more, please, i told you what you wanted to know, please—" you finally let up on his frenulum, instead moving to jerk him off again.

"mmh, good boy," you coo.

"n-no, stop, please—"

"shh," you say softly.

"please, it hurts," he whines, shaking. you smile softly at his pretty noises, watching him nod his head. "right there right there right there, please…"

you know what he means, and you move your other hand to rub on his sensitive spot. the combination of stimulation on his cock and his tip makes him moan so loud it's nearly a scream.

"please, anything you want, i'll do a-anything you want, please, i-i'll tell you, just please—" you don't stop, and he hates it; he wants to cum so desperately but you're doing just enough to edge him, and it's unfair. "i-i promise, i promise, please…" he's not just whimpering anymore; he's crying. he's never been so desperate before.

you pull your hands away from him and he shakes his head, whining. that's not the right solution; not what he wanted.

his cock rests against his stomach, pulsating. the fabric of his t-shirt is nearly enough to make him cum. he's sure that if he could just move his hips a little more, he could thrust against himself and cum.

"please, please, please…" he whimpers, his mind failing him; all he can do is beg now, broken beyond fixing.

you smile, standing up from the floor. you realize then that your knees are sore but you ignore it, placing your hand under his jaw. you make him look up at you.

tears slip down his face, his cheeks red, his lip swollen from how he'd been biting it.

"f-fuck… you're beautiful," hyunjin whispers. in the back of your mind, a tiny voice tells you that you've done it; he's broken. completely, utterly ruined. just for you. "you're… you're amazing, 'n' y-you're gorgeous, fuck— i-i'm sorry, s-sorry i-i should've told you f-from the beginning, should've t-told you when you asked, 'm sorry—"

you interrupt him, leaning close and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips; he returns the kiss needily. he pushes himself into you as much as he can, desperate for any contact. but when you pull away he notices that you're no longer wearing your jeans, instead only in your t-shirt.

he whimpers when you climb into his lap, your entrance hovering just over his cock. he tries to thrust up into you, his abs clenching visibly under his tight t-shirt.

"look at you," you tease, "such a needy little thing,"

he nods his head, his eyelids heavy. "n-need you," he whispers.

"yeah?"

he should've thought that through.

you lower yourself down onto his cock painfully slowly, and he cries out.

"w-wait, please, please—"

"shh, you're okay," you say softly. he shakes his head, resting his forehead against your chest. loud moans fall from his lips when you lift yourself slowly up before sinking back down.

"please, o-oh my god, y-yes, please," he mumbles.

"you're doing so good for me," you praise, lifting his face with your finger to look up at you. his eyes split open and you notice the tears beading in his eyes; he's about to break.

"f-feels so f…fucking good, don't stop, please—" his words turn into incoherent giggles mixed with whimpers as you ride him slowly, careful not to move too fast.

"don't cum until i say you can," you tell him. he pouts, continuing to whine and beg.

"please," he begs, tears rolling down his cheeks. his shoulders shake as he cries, edged so bad that it hurts. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, please… th-there's a safe house, i-i can tell you where… i-it's where they're hiding—" he has to pause to catch his breath, taking in a deep breath and letting out loud whines. "i-i'll tell you anything, just please, please keep going, please keep fucking going…"

you smirk, proud that he's given you more information. but at this point your mission meant nothing to you; all you wanted was him.

"good boy," you praise quietly. he nods desperately, wanting so badly to touch you, wrap his arms around you while you use him so you can't leave.

"p-please, i'm gonna cum, please, i-i'm sorry— i-i'll promise you anything, anything you want, anything. i'll tell you anything you want just please d-don't stop—" he interrupts himself with a loud moan.

"cum for me," you say. that's all he needs, and he's shaking again, quivering underneath you as you ride him. you can feel his cum pouring into you as you listen to him whimper and cry. before long he's shaking his head, looking up at you as more tears run down his face.

"s…stop, please, s-stop stop please, i'm fucking s-sensitive, please," he whines, continuing to whisper profanities under his breath. he can barely keep his eyes open, trying to hide from how good it feels but how painful it is.

but suddenly he's nodding, begging for you to keep going; he's about to cum again.

"f-fuck, fuck— i'm close, please, please don't stop please…" you lean to kiss his neck, biting at the skin hard enough that you're sure it'll bruise.

"you're taking it so well, darling," you whisper into his ear. before long, you're about to cum, and you start clenching around his cock as your orgasm approaches.

"w-wanna cum, please," hyunjin pleads.

"cum with me, angel," you order him. he nods quickly, throbbing inside of you. you bounce on his cock faster, trying to bring yourself to the edge faster to give him some pity. you've been tormenting him for hours now; he's been mostly obedient and deserves some reward.

"c-cum, please, pl—" you interrupt his words with a moan, throwing your head back as you slow your hips. the feeling of you cumming on his cock pushes him over the edge and he shakes almost violently underneath you, resting his head on your chest again as he cums inside of you.

he continues to tremble and whimper even after you stop moving. you let him relax on your chest, catching his breath. you run your fingers through his hair, trying to help him down from his almost constant chain of orgasms.

you move to lift yourself off of his cock and his head shoots up, tears in his eyes; those aren't from overstimulation.

"w-wait, please don't leave, don't leave me, please—"

"shh, relax darling. you're okay," you say quietly. "i'm right here."

that's when it truly hits you — he's yours now. he didn't care that you were the enemy; you'd broken him so well that you'd be it, forever.

you reach slowly behind him, your fingers grazing the rope holding his hands together. you can see his fingers twitching. it occurs to you that he hasn't touched you at all, and your heart aches just a bit for him. he's been so desperate for so long and he hasn't been able to touch you.

poor thing.

you gently untie the knot, careful not to rub against his already reddened wrists. the second his hands are free he wraps his arms around you, holding you as close to himself as he can.

"son't go, p-please," he whispers. you hug him close, kissing him softly at the crook of his neck.

"you did so good, baby." he hugs you tighter when you say this, sniffling into your shirt. "let me see your wrists," you say gently, pulling out of the hug.

he offers his hands to you and you take a closer look at him. his wrists are bright red, his skin broken enough in places that he's got scabs forming. his eyes flicker between his wrists and your face, watching you examine his condition.

"we'll need to take care of this," you say. his eyes widen at your words.

"y-you're not leaving me?"

you chew your lip in thought, knowing that there were only two options.

"you can either come back with me, and go through the process of proving you're not a roach, or…" you pause. you don't want to say it; it hurts your heart to even think about it.

"or what?" hyunjin asks, nervous about what you're going to say.

"you go back, and they… they probably kill you, for giving up intell."

his shoulders drop. it's not a hard choice; he knows that. he doesn't want to die now after he's found you — or rather, after you stole him. but he's scared to never go home, never see his friends again.

"i'll support you either way," you say, almost too quiet to hear. he knows you're lying; he can tell by the tone in your voice that you want him to stay, but it's his call.

"i wanna stay with you," he tells you. your lips curve into a smile and you lift your hands to cup his face softly, recalling the way you'd treated him hours ago when he'd first woken up. the cut on his cheek is scabbed over, but the blood that'd dripped from it was still on his face, dried and streaky from his tears.

"i promise i'll patch you up myself," you say, running your thumb softly over the cut. he winces; he's surely going to have bruising from your punches and a scar from the cut. as for the slaps… he still has your handprint glowing bright red on his cheek.

but he'll get over it; he belongs to you now.

#sub!hyunjin #hyunjin smut #hyunjin x reader #sub!skz #skz smut #skz x reader #sub!stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #dom!reader #hyunjin #smut #userkeiho #cw noncon #cw violence #cw blood mention #cw needle mention #cw drugging #cw mindbreak #cw toxic relationship #cw kidnapping

[yawnderu]

Simon ''Ghost'' Riley - Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Prompt List

Sex Pollen - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader:

After being hit by the experimental drug, Ghost can't get enough of your body.

You make it hard to be a Ghost - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader:

You write him poetry; Ghost rejects it every single time with a heavy heart until his walls start to crumble down.

Longing - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader:

The simple ways Ghost shows you how much he cares with his actions while you both yearn for each other's love.

Together - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader:

Ghost finds strength with your love in a near-death experience together.

Cold - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader - PART I

You come back to base a changed and scarred soldier after being held captive for a year, Ghost is desperate to help bring you back to be the woman he loved.

I'll meet you here — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Simon finds peace for the first time after retirement.

Character Study - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley

In-depth character analysis on Simon ''Ghost'' Riley based on the comic, campaigns, and voice lines from multi-player.

Idyllic - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader - Part I

content: fluff, mutual pining, idiots in love, your honor, they love each other.

Tainted - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

Ghost became judge, jury and executioner.

CW: paranoia, gore, anxiety?

Salvatore - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

You join Simon for a late-night smoke, bad dad jokes ensue.

Lovely — Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Mom!Reader

No one knows how much violence it took to be this gentle.

Afraid - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

content: angst with a happy ending, mentions of death and injuries, hurt/comfort.

Monster | Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

Based on the violent sexual fantasies Simon ''Ghost'' Riley experiences after being tortured by Roba.

CW: noncon, darkfic, mind break, forced deepthroat, forced penetration, face slapping, tit slapping, rough sex, give in.

Perfect Life — Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Mom!Reader

The first night home with the baby.

Adoration — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Content: fluff, pregnant!reader, horrible dad jokes.

Living Dead Man - Zombie!Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

What is a husband but a man with a rotting body you can barely recognize?

CW: body horror, gore, tongue kiss with a dead man(?), is she wrong? morally, angst with a happy ending.

Beacon — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Cozy day in the life of a soldier and his pregnant wife.

Birthday Boy — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

content: mutual pining, idiots in love, fluff.

Mine - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

Synopsis: knowing he couldn't provide you with the life you wanted, Simon breaks things off with you. Two years later, you come back to base with a baby that isn't his.

Content: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, mutual pining, established relationships, breeding, erotic lactation, romantic love making, praising. No beta we die like Roach.

Lorelei — Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader | Part I Part II | Part III

Synopsis: Aware of the way his lifestyle doesn't align with your dream life and unwilling to quit his life as a soldier, Simon breaks things off with you. It isn't until a year later that he sees you again, a tiny carbon copy of him held in your arms.

Believer - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

In which Simon believes he's truly undeserving of love, moved only by your stubbornness.

K-9 — Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader | Chapter I

Simon Riley and his pathetic efforts to get close to the new medic will earn him a scar or two

or

Simon Riley is in love with an uninterested, tired medic.

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[theroyalyandere]

yandere prince trying to denied the fact that he was abso-fucking-lutely obsessed with female servant reader. this man is in his denial stages. he's always shouting at the female servant reader that she was just a peasant and he was a god (we all know he is fuckng delusional but since its a yandere well then its not so suprising.) and the peak is when at one time the prince caughting the female servant reader being too close to the other prince who was visiting his palace. so when he caught up the female servant his jealousness began to rise as much as the rage he's feeling and he immediately pulled her away from the other prince, and then he bring her to his fancy chamber and yk, they fuck while the prince say "fuck i'm.. i'm so fucking in love, fuck.. you're mine now, yeah, yeah you're mine." and the female servant reader is only muttered "no" and "please" repeatedly. please make this noncon, the darker the fics, the better.

yandere!prince x female servant!reader smut 18+

cw: reader has a vagina, delusional yandere, noncon, obsession, jealousy, toxic relationships, male masturbation, humiliation, dacryphilia, drowning, punishments, spanking, groping, power imbalance, cucking (oops), a little god complex maybe???, mentions of children/pregnancy, slapping.

a/n: I put so many warnings please tell me if I missed something. Also I added more elements in this if you don't mind!

you've been working for a while as a servant to the royals and most of the time you attend to the prince because of his request

you do not know why he chose you out of all people he's the one who chose you yet you find yourself always receiving his anger and him shouting at you

the prince loves to humiliate you in front of everyone and you chose to bear it instead of losing your head if you ever snapped

he would often spill his drink on purpose, asking you to lick the liquid on the floor where everyone will see

he would also give you the most complicated tasks leaving you exhausted by the time you complete each you do not know why he torments you this much but he does it out of love, he thinks he loves seeing you on your knees, that desperate look on your face, the way your face falls when he insults you, he thinks you look so pretty and pathetic

he wants to lock you in a dungeon where only him has access to

he would often sneak to your quarters where sometimes you cry out of frustration

he gets hard at the sight of your tear stricken face, he would often close his eyes and masturbate to the thought of you crying underneath him it never fails to make him cum every single time

he tells himself he is not attracted to you yet his territorial nature over you says otherwise

he despises it even if you're a second late after he asked for you

the prince is the one who often delivers punishments when you fail to do something or displease him in any other way (which is all the time)he would bend you over and spank your ass until it's all swollen and your eyes filled with tears, groping you in the process after your punishment you always end up sobbing making his heart flutter with the way you look at him with those doe eyes

the prince can't help himself but be soft on you which can be rare however when he softly kisses your tears away it always leaves you confused then he would later shift back to his cruel self

his torment would continue until..he dragged you away to accompany him to walk beside the pond, he purposely dropped an item of his onto the water and ordered you to get it for him

you reluctantly lean down to the pond to reach for the object then suddenly you were pushed into the water

you watched as everything became a blur the prince looking down at you, just watching you struggle

you flail your arms and try to swim with your might

you keep shouting for help but no one could her you nor help you

as you start losing consciousness, you hear another splash before you faint from exhaustion

you wake up on a bed with people surrounding you, your vision blurry and a head that felt like cotton

you groan out from the aches and pain in your body

you blink to see who was arguing right infront of you

as your vision clears up, you see the prince arguing with someone unfamiliar.

the other person scans your condition and his eyes land on yours

he immediately walks closer towards you despite the prince's protests

he introduces himself as the prince of the neighboring kingdom

he treats you gently like a fragile glass and asks how you were

too lost into his kindness, you fail to acknowledge your prince's presence

you continued to respond to the questions thrown your way while the possessive prince walked out

for the times you were recovering, the kind and gentle prince kept visiting you. always having a bouquet of flowers or food in hand for you.

you slowly became closer to him as he extended his stay to get you even more as his new friend.

you introduce him to a bunch of stuff that doesn't exist yet at his kingdom.

your attention and time preoccupied by the kind hearted prince. you feel at peace, almost living a fairytale life.

meanwhile, everyone else is walking around egg shells when your possessive prince crosses their way

his tantrums got even worse as he watches you go on a date with the foreign prince.

he tried a different bunch of ways to sabotage the other but he always failed.

as he sees how your face glows with happiness he slowly comes to a conclusion that he loves you, after so many times denying it and now he admits how much he wants to touch you, kiss you, and make you his.

he remembered that all he wanted was you and seeing you so happy with another is making his dark intentions come out to light.

he's supposed to be the only one you treat with respect, you should be looking at him and only him. he should be the one you're worshipping and he's about to make you pay.

later that day, after you were escorted by the prince you've come to acquainted with gently kissed your hand before you enter your chambers.

you turn around with a soft smile on your face as you reflect on the events that happened.

you let out a gasp as you see who's sitting at the foot of your bed.

he smiles menacingly as you get stuck in place while he walks towards you.

your knees trembling from fear seeing how dark his eyes look.

you let out a whimper as he corners you and he presses a handkerchief to your face before you fall unconscious.

you wake up tied to his bed in the grand chamber.

you look across you and see your beloved prince tied on a chair with a gag on his mouth, protesting to set him free.

your eyes tear up at his predicament, as you look to the side the possessive prince, the one you despise the most walk over you like a vulture about to gobble up his prey.

you shout profanities at him and ask him to let you go.

it turns him on seeing the flame in your eyes.

he only let's out a dark laugh.

"you think you can live without me? running away with your prince like a happily ever after. but that's alright I'm here to make you realize that you belong to me."

he crawls over you as you try to kick him but the chains restrain you, he gropes your legs, thighs, stomach, then your chest.

burying his face into your breasts as he looks up at you.

"I can't wait to claim you with my child in your womb."

you cry and shout to get away from you but he only kisses and marks you roughly while the one you love watches you get ravaged by the other.

tears stream down your face as he licks your cheek.

he rips your clothes leaving you naked.

the prince forces your legs open before taking out his hard member.

he pulls you towards him as you try to get away but he was too strong.

he looks behind him and rub his cock against your swollen pussy.

"watch as I take her, maybe that should teach you not to touch what's not yours."

with that, he thrusts into your cunny with a groan while you let out a wail of pain

he doesn't let you adjust as he grabs your throat pinning you down onto the bed brutally fucking you.

"No- p-please!! stop!"

tears cloud your vision as your breath lessens from the way he's squeezing your air pipe.

you slowly stop thrashing as you grow tired and come to accept your fate.

you keep crying as he takes you by force.

he slaps your cheek noticing how you seem to lose focus.

"You're all mine you hear me? I love you so fucking much, can't you see that?"

he mushes your lips together and kisses you hungrily.

the prince changes your position so you can see your beloved's reaction at your defilement.

he watches you wide eyed, tears also streaming down his face as he helplessly watches you.

the one ramming behind you pulls you close to him with your back against his chest.

"No one can take you away from me now, you're mine forever."

#yandere x reader #yandere oc x reader #royal requests #yandere #yandere oc #yandere smut #fem!reader #female reader #fem reader #yandere prince #yandere prince x reader #yandere prince x f!reader #yandere fanfic

[highpri3stess]

Oh my god, they’re…

Monsters: Mikey Sano x Reader x Izana Kurokawa

“They ate me alive and left me for dead”

series summary: your grievous sin was Emma standing up for you to her brothers. And now you’re going to pay the heavy price for destroying their perfect family dynamic.

updates: wednesdays and fridays

Series masterlist

mood boards

series content warnings (read carefully): 18+, DARK CONTENT, Tokyo revengers AU, female reader, virgin reader, heavy smut, polyamory, Dark Impulse Mikey, Manipulative Izana, inaccurate/inconsistent university terminology, heavy angst with little comfort, betrayal, misogyny and sexism, emotional, physical and mental abuse, virginity loss, purity culture allusion, mental break, manipulation, gaslighting, sexual harrassment, dubious consent, noncon, drug, alcohol and substance misuse/abuse, extreme violence, use of weapons, torture, criminal activities, PTSD, paranoia, emotional incest, power imbalance, character death(s) (not reader), anal penetration, mention of self-harm, religious guilt and trauma, religious themes, vouyeurism, gangbang, masochism, sadism, hard kinks, strangulation (non sexual), psychological horror (more warnings to be added soon)

Chapter 1: Warning Signals

summary: being friends with emma sano is nice, until you get on the wrong side of the Sano brothers.

word count: 9k

cw: misogyny, alcohol mention, sex mention, rape mention, brief religious mention, reader is called a whore/slut, slutshaming, sexual assault, noncon to dubcon, public initimacy, fingering (fem recieving), dacriphilia, gaslighting, manipulation, mention of vomitting, victim blaming, destructive thoughts, mention of violence (towards reader)

Chapter 2: Shots Fired

summary: izana kurokawa decides he has to teach you a bitter lesson that you wouldn't forget any time soon

word count: 7.5k

cw: smoking, mention of drugs, brief description of child abuse, childhood trauma and sex work, violence (against both character and reader), emotional incest, night terrors, allusions to sex, mention and brief description of rape, asphyxiation (non sexual), manipulation, slut shaming, near death experience, sexual assault, noncon, oral (m.recieving), face and throat fucking, attempted murder

Chapter 3: The Lesser of Two Devils

summary: the two brothers realize that peace with emma is within their grasp, they just need your cooperation

word count: 12.3k

cw: character x character smut - cunnilingus, struggling with sexual attraction, angst, mention of assault, physical violence, slut shaming, misogyny, intrusive/dark impulsive thoughts of murder and rape, manipulation, gaslighting, objectification of reader, mental health struggles, masking, breaking and entering, smut -character x reader, reader is threatened with r*pe, dubious consent, making out, dry humping, cunnilingus (reader receiving), pussy job, terrible aftercare, religious themes and guilt, panty stealing.

Chapter 4: The Calm

summary: emma decided you needed a break from all the stress of life and takes you to her home for a vacation and for a moment, you forget that reality is often disappointing .

word count: 12.5k

cw: male masturbation, academic fatigue, misogyny, objectification, one mention of unwanted pregnacy, implied drugging, age gap relationship, fluff to heavy angst, minor character death, murder, mental break down, panic attack, gang related violence, gun violence, metions of drug related business (c*caine), dubious consent, slight manipulation, mutual masturbation, fingering (fem. receiving), jerking off, nipple sucking, praise kink, squirting, proper aftercare.

Chapter 5: Act on Dark Impulses

summary: you knew better than to trust mikey and izana. yet you fall for their plan hook, line and sinker and live through the worst night of your life.

word count:

cw: coming soon

Chapter 6: The Closest you’ll ever get to being in Love

summary: things get sicker and twisted with the two brothers and Emma is none the wiser.

word count:

cw: coming soon

Chapter 7: Trials and Tribulation

summary: You learn the hard way what happens when you refuse to be their stress relief because of your important exams.

word count:

cw: coming soon

Chapter 8: Divine Intervention

summary: You are called home to bury your mother and learn that nothing has changed since you left.

word count:

cw: coming soon

Chapter 9: Lead Me not into Temptation

summary: emma notices that something isn’t right with you when you come visit her in the sano residence.

word count:

cw: coming soon

Chapter 10: Deliver Me from All Evil

summary: you’ve finally broken the cycle, but at what cost?

word count:

cw: coming soon

notes from monica: I do not endorse any of these behaviors or any crime committed in this fic. This is purely for entertainment and introspection, please read the warnings for the series and each chapter and in case I missed anything, please dm me. If you are part of the taglist and you cannot read this fic because of your mental health, please, please and please alert me, I will take your name off. Your mental health first before my notes.

Thank you to my mutuals and all my followers who have supported me throughout and to those who will read this fic and support me. Since I began this account, I’ve made wonderful friends and I’ve been encouraged to write beyond my fears. Thank you, especially Zaya (@manjibunny) ! The mood boards turned out well because of you and all our discussions about the fic helped me a whole lot!

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[localkiss]

Screaming for attention!

manipulative brothers best friend re4!leon kennedy x fem!reader

cw: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!! Mentions of past grooming by leon, age gap(~8 yrs), manipulation, guilt, dirty talk, p in v, afab reader, noncon creampie, slight anal/talks of anal, codependency, slapping, daddy kink, pet names, depressed thoughts in the beginning, chubby/thicker reader, manhandling, praise kink, degradation kink, talks of pregnancy (just a bit), oral (f receiving), virginity talk, controlling leon, obsessed leon, slight size kink if u squint!

note: hhh... read the warning lol before you comment. I was going to put more of leon being so fucking weird but erm, decided not to. not proof read btw!! but i do want to say i am a victim of SA and i used to heavily think about him and wished that he went further. lol idc what people say, i still struggle thinking like that, but ik it's wrong. so yes that's what this fic is loosely based on -_-

wc: 3.1k! tags: @rigorwhoring, @argreion, @xoxostarlet, @fairry1 bc I love u all :33!

Maybe it's for the best. No more surprises. This is nothing new. All you can hear is deafening silence, swallowing you up in a warm cocoon, suffocating you like a million years of guilt and thousands of weights on your throat and chest. 

You can't help but wish he had done more. Maybe he would've if he could see your thoughts. Maybe he would've stayed.

But those sleeping pills really did a number on your body. You tried to overdose on everything you could, even your antidepressants. Yeah, it was dumb. But it was all just killing you from the inside anyway. 

All you can do now is just sob violently into your pillows. Claw at the sheets and at your scalp, so pathetically. No wonder he chose you. So fucking easy to manipulate, to knead into someone he can use. No wonder he said he only loved you like a friend after he finally got caught in the act.

Whatever it was that he said, you can't remember exactly. You just tuned him out. White noise oozing into your eardrums like water does when you stand underneath the showerhead. He didn't apologize. Didn't explain. Didn't even try to. All you did was cry and plead for him to stay. 

"Please don't leave me, Leon. Please, I can't live without you! I love you! Please!" You sobbed into the phone because, yeah, he broke up with you over text. It's not like you guys were even in a relationship. The age gap was too big and illegal to even be considered a real relationship. 

You knew he was so much older than you. Liked it. Knew it was wrong, yet went forward with it. He should've stopped it. Should've. But he didn't, though. 

You still love him deep down in your heart. He was your first love. First 'boyfriend'. First person to grope your body. You asked for a kiss, and he pressed his chapped lips against your forehead. He asked you for ass pictures, and you gladly sent them. Giggling happily whenever he complimented you and your body.

He's still your ideal type. A cuddly, tall, muscular brunette. 

You wish you could stop yourself from comparing every guy to him or hoping they won't end up like him. Using you and throwing you away as soon as they got what they wanted. 

But, now that you're legal, he reached out to you. Said some nonsense to try and get back into your heart. You didn't even care what he said. Just wanted to feel alive, to feel loved, and to be loved again. Even if it meant being loved by your abuser, you would let him drag you through hell and back if it meant he would love you like he did in the past. If it meant you could feel happy, free, and weightless again, you would march into hell with him.  

As messed up as you are, you would do anything to make him stay. So that you can feel full again. Happy again.

"Wish you would've taken all of my firsts," you pouted as he pulled away from your lips. Swollen and red, so pretty.  

Leon grinned and raised an eyebrow at your statement. "Really, baby girl? Damn," he bites on his lower lip, and his thumb brushes across the apples of your cheeks. 

Taking in the way you look different but still the same as you were years ago, just a bit fuller in your hips, thighs, and stomach, he remembers when he gripped your thigh with both of his hands. Couldn't even manage to grab ahold of all of the fat. A few inches away from completely grabbing your thigh with both hands. 

Now, he probably couldn't even make it so that there were a few inches between his hands; it would be a bit of a distance. That's how much you've grown width-wise. Length wise, you haven't really grown much. 

"Yeah, daddy," you preen under his attention, shifting your weight from your heels to your toes, and back down flat on the floor. "I mean it." 

He lets out a soft chuckle, and his calloused hands softly grab onto your shoulders, rubbing small circles into the fabric of your shirt. "Wish I could've taken all of your first too, baby. I know I would've made it all special for you. For my special girl." Leon coos, his head dipping down to lick into your mouth.

Hot spit trickles down the back of your throat and onto your chin. Making you squeeze your doughy thighs together, moaning as his hands squeeze down to your ass. Pressing you up against his built body. His hard-on throbbing against the confines of his skinny jeans, onto your soft, pudgy tummy.

He groans as you tug at the hair on the back of his head. Pulling back and squishing your cheeks together, and then tapping your face as you try to press your lips on his. His blue eyes darken as you moan when his hand makes contact with your face. 

"Fuck," he grips onto your chin, forcing your mouth open to let a wad of spit hit the edge of your tongue, letting it slide down into your tummy. "Daddy knew you'd like that. I've got a slutty little princess, huh?" 

It's a rhetorical question, but you answer with a few quick nods.

"Yeah, daddy, I'm your slutty little princess." Always so quick to repeat what he said. What he drilled into your brain years ago obviously holds up. You still want to make him happy, even if he ruined you for anyone else. Ruined you for life.

The corners of his lips quirk upwards, his hands giving your ass a quick squeeze before he pushes you down into the bed. He climbs on top of you like a hungry animal, licking his lips at the sight of his prey.

A whine escapes from your throat at the sight. He's gotten even more attractive and bigger, and it's making your brain all mushy. Shooting directly down to your core, feeling it gush out slick onto the gussets of your panties. 

You lick your lips and wrap your legs around his hips. "Please, Leon." 

He lets out a low growl, his veiny forearms coming up by the sides of your head. Firmly planting them on the mattress as he rocks his hips into yours. His bangs fall into your face as he teasingly grazes his lips against yours. Panting hotly against your lips. 

"Relax, baby," is all he says before he moves his mouth, making a wet trail from the corner of your lips down to your jawline. 

"Let me love you." Leon murmurs into your skin as he sucks a hickey underneath your ear, making you gasp and squirm beneath him. 

You become pliable, easy to bend, and easy to please. Brain too foggy to clearly think straight. Leon's marking up your neck like you'll try to run away from him. It's like you're his property now. God, you've always been his, ever since that fateful day, right?

Just a few words, and he can do whatever he wants with your body. Maybe one day you'll let him take your first time with your other hole. Who knows. 

"So pretty, fuck," his tongue dips between the valley of your breasts, hands grasping at your shirt to push it up, exposing you to his hungry eyes. His knee slots between your thighs, making you squeak and squeeze his leg involuntarily. Pressing your tits together to swipe his tongue across your perky nipples. 

Bathing your tits in his spit, he suckles on them like a madman. Enjoying the way you mewl and gasp, using his teeth to draw out more noises from you. Obsessed with every single part of you, even the not-so-pretty parts. He has you mapped out in his mind, his sweet, supple princess. 

"Has anyone ever eaten you out?" Kissing your areolas, soothing the small bite marks he left. He looks up at you through his eyelashes, brows furrowed in concentration. He's doting on you like it's the last time he'll ever see you again. 

"No," you say, pressing your lips together in a flat line. Feeling your stomach tighten up with butterflies and hints of nausea. 

Leon likes that. So much so that he smiles into your stomach, softly gnawing on the pudge around your belly button, earning some soft squeals and pats to try and push him away. He wants to make you crumble under him, submit to him, and never leave. Never want another man. Always comparing someone to him, wishing they did it like him. He wants to plague your mind and control you from the inside out. 

He wants to tie you up in his bedroom and never let you leave. Live your own life? No. Leon wants to drill it into your brain and body that he owns you, no thoughts about anything else but him and his body. 

He pulls down your shorts and panties in one go, watching the string of your arousal stick to the gussets of your panties. His large hands pry open your legs, pushing them up to your chest and holding them down with his weight. 

"Remember this," he spits onto your pussy, watching it swim down to your holes. Squeezing your legs when you squirm a little too much for his taste, deciding to spit once more to make sure you'll have his DNA in you for the next couple of days. 

Pressing chaste kisses on your clit because he knows it'll make your mind go all fuzzy and only think of Leon, Leon, Leon. And how good he's making you feel. Nobody else but him.

He dips his tongue between your folds and begins to languidly make out with it. Thrusting his tongue and swirling it upwards as his upper lip continues to make contact with your clit. Drawing out all sorts of pathetically cute noises from you. 

Wishing he was recording this so he could show it to his friends and brag about how he has molded you to be his perfect girl. You're not a woman until he fucks a baby into you. 

"You like that?" He suckles on your clit and gently bites down on it. Watching the way your face crinkles up and how you squeeze your eyes shut. Everything you do amuses him. 

"Daddy, mmh... god, yes!" You grasp the sheets as you feel a warm, fuzzy feeling in your lower abdomen. Toes curling as Leon fucks his tongue into your drippy hole. 

He shakes his head, pressing his nose into your sensitive bundle of nerves, trying to get you to cum quickly. 

Your hands desperately try to reach for Leon for comfort as you stumble into an orgasm. "Daddy... Mmphh—fuck!" 

Legs kicking out and vibrating as he coaxes you through your orgasm. Slowly swiping his tongue through your folds to slurp up all of your cum, he presses soft kisses all around your pussy. "Such a good girl," he sighs. 

Leon spreads your legs, kissing his way up to your face. He licks his way into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue and gulp down some of his saliva. "So easy." He puts his hand on your neck, lightly applying pressure as he goes back in for more kisses. Make sure you never leave this cloudy state of mind, so he can do whatever he pleases with you. 

"Maybe I can even eat you out here," he says, letting his hand wander down to your asshole and lightly tracing the rim of it. Feeling you tense up brings a sly smile to his face. "No? Okay. Maybe next time." He chuckles and pulls back to unbuckle his jeans. 

Slowly undoing his belt and putting it next to you on the bed. Unzipping his fly as he makes direct eye contact with you the entire time. He makes you gulp nervously as he finally pushes his jeans down his muscular thighs.

Your eyes immediately jump to his hard-on. How does he even keep that thing in there? It's begging to be freed, and quite frankly, you want to run away out of nerves, not believing his cock can even fit inside of you! What the fuck did Leon even eat for it to even have grown that big and thick?

Leon sees the cogwheels turning in your head as he steps out of his pants. With each step he takes, it bounces against the slightly stained, striped fabric. "Baby, don't be so nervous. It'll be alright." His voice is soothing and convincing, almost hypnotic in the way it makes your body buzz and your mind go blank. 

It is a bit terrifying to think about the effect he honestly has on you, your mind, body, and soul. 

"Are you on the pill?" He asks, although he already knows the answer. 

"No, I'm not." You mumble shyly. Embarrassed to not be on some sort of birth control.

Leon reaches down for his wallet and pulls out a condom. "Good thing I always come prepared, huh?" Chuckles as he pulls down his briefs, stepping out of them as he tears open the condom packaging. He slipped it on his drippy and flushed tip, sliding all the way down to the base. 

Slowly kneeling on the bed to lead his dick to your hole. Sliding through your folds to gather more fluids to make the first push easier on you. 

"Ready?" He grunts as he teases you by tapping himself on your swollen clit. 

"Uhuh, 'm ready," you whine as he slowly eases himself into your pussy. 

Moaning as you helplessly flutter and tighten around his shaft. Watching your face carefully as you scrunch and tense up. Stopping halfway and grabbing ahold of your hand, his other one grips the fat of your hip so tight it'll leave a bruise the next day. 

"Almost there, baby girl, doing so well for me," he presses a soft kiss to your forehead as he drives more of himself deep inside of you.

You look down at your stomach and tighten around him as you notice the bulge from his cock being so big and deep inside of you. His tip is brushing against the opening of your womb.

"Nnh, Leon, too big," you gasp as he rolls his hips against yours. Legs squeezing against his waist as he slowly starts to thrust shallowly.

"Baby, relax. Can barely pull out of you," Leon rasps in your ear, sending chills down your spine as you try to force yourself to relax around him. 

"Mnmph, sorry, Daddy. Please—" you pout, squeezing his hand tightly. Trying to signal for him to start pounding your needy cunt already.

He nibbles on your earlobe, slowly shifting his hips to thrust in and out of you properly. Soft plap, plap, plap, of his body hitting yours, making sure that he hits your g-spot. 

You swallow a whine as he lets go of your hip to lazily rub his thumb on your swollen little button. Hearing the way your breath hitches and seeing the slight curve in your spine makes all his administrations worth it. Slowly speeding up his movements as he squeezes your hand, groaning low in his throat when you clench around him tightly like a vice. 

"Tight cunt all f'me," he thrusts harder and harder, making it difficult to keep quiet. Soft punched-out cries leave your lips alongside Daddy, Daddy, Daddy's. "Fuck, daddy's gonna make you cum so hard around his cock, might even make you scream." 

Leon slowly pushes your legs up, putting you into a mating press as he drives himself deeper into you. Fucking into your womb, which craves his thick cum. Ecstatic with the idea of 'accidentally' slipping the condom off and cumming deep in your womb. Get you pregnant and finally be his woman. 

"God, wanna get you pregnant so bad, baby," he pants, bangs falling into your face with each harsh thrust. "Would take care of you and the baby. Mmhh shit—would suck the milk outta your fat leaky tits." 

Drools into your mouth as he kisses you with fervor, teeth clashing as his dick continues to fill up your sloppy pussy. 

"Leon, please, 'm so close," you hiccup as he vigorously rubs your clit in tight circles. Your legs brush up against his head as you feel that familiar warm coil in your stomach. 

"Cum for me princess." Leon's eyes darken; pupil's swallowing up his iris as he watches you unfold before him. Because of him. 

Your body tenses up and convulses with each swipe of his thumb on your sensitive nerves. Letting out a silent scream, your eyes close tightly as you try to hold onto Leon as best as you can, feeling his hot breath on your kissed, swollen lips. His fat cock is hitting all the right spots, almost painfully good as he fucks you deeply. Constantly pressing up against your womb, making your toes curl. 

Slowly rutting through your orgasm, he feels his own start to creep up on him. "Fuck, hold on, baby. Gonna pull out for a sec," he pants, pulls out of your heat, and discreetly pulls off the condom, letting it fall on his jeans. 

He quickly puts it back in before you can notice, giving you a spine-chilling smile. Giving you a few pecks on your lips and on your forehead as he uses you like a fleshlight now. 

Letting out soft whimpers and moans, he puts his head on your shoulder. The sounds of sex are his favorite sounds. Your crying is his favorite sound in the entire world. Nothing can top you crying out for him while moaning like a total slut. 

"So fucking hot, Jesus Christ," he groans, hips rabbiting into your pussy. Your insides are so warm and so wet, he feels like it's the first time he's going raw ever. Orgasm on the fence with each thrust. That and you're making all these noises, it's hard for him to concentrate on not cumming so fast. 

"G'nna cum, babe, holy fuck—" He lifts his head off of your shoulder and kisses you feverishly, spitting deep into your throat. Putting his forehead on yours, his nose touches yours as he grunts, pumping his cum into your pussy. Sticky white ropes straight into your womb. 

Panting and whimpering as his cock slowly ruts into your messy cunt. "Fuck... So good," he chuckles lightheartedly. 

Your pussy quivers around his shaft as it softens up. It feels so hot and sticky, and your mind is too fuzzy to even process that he came inside. A dumbfounded smile plastered on your flushed pink face makes his heart swell up. 

"Such a good girl. My good girl, right?" Leon nuzzles his nose against yours. Driving the fact that you'll always be his. Even if you move across the country, he'll always follow. Always in your shadow. 

"Uhuh," you respond shyly, giggling at the affection he's giving you. His eyes soften up, and you take in his face. The light stubble, small acne scars, and the way his hair is fading from dirty blonde to brown. "always, daddy." 

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil smut #leon smut #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon x reader #leon kennedy x reader #dead dove fic #dead dove do not eat #leon resident evil #re4 leon #re4r leon #leon scott kennedy #localkiss

[samwhump]

a (very inexhaustive, wincest-heavy) sam whump reclist

@transfemmesam asked me for Sam whump recs a few days ago, and I've had other requests in the same vein before (I can't imagine why.../s) so I thought I would throw this together, since these authors deserve all of the love and support for their contributions to our li'l fandom corner.

like I mentioned in the title, this is not at all a comprehensive list; I have at least ~200 more fics in my to-read queue that could thematically fit here, but alas, I have stupid shit like a job and a body and a dog to take care of, so. I'm always happy to get recs along these lines, so if you notice anything important missing, hit me UP. (and don't take any omissions as any specific commentary by me -- it's likely I just haven't had the chance to read it yet, haha.)

disclaimers:

some (most, honestly) of these contain potentially triggering and dark content, including but not limited to rape/noncon, torture, and suicidal attempts & ideation. I have tried to note content warnings where applicable, and most of the works are hosted on ao3, so the tags should have most of the information you need to make an informed decision. that being said, tread with caution. all of the summaries provided are from the original author, with warnings added after by me.

the list is in alphabetical order and separated into wincest and gen categories. a lot of the gen is also focused on the sam & dean relationship, because...I am what I am. and what I am a sucker for these two dipshits. there is also a brief section at the end with a few fics that don't fit into either category.

gen

All That Goes Unspoken by amnesiawife:

A case forces Sam to confront something long kept buried. (Set nebulously in season 12.)

CW: discussions of past rape/noncon, victim blaming

Beneath the Trees 'verse by Lise (5 works total, starting with Beneath the Trees, Where Nobody Sees):

Sam doesn't go to Stanford. Everything goes downhill from there.

CW: suicidal ideation

a boy is a cage by ad_castra:

After expelling Gadreel from Sam's body, Dean thinks they're in the clear. If only they were that lucky. // S9 fic wherein Gadreel's grace causes some adverse side-effects in Sam's mind.

CW: past referenced rape/noncon, body horror

body of proof by Askance (doomcountry):

There are things Sam hasn't told his brother. They're all in the envelope laid on Dean's pillow.

CW: heavy discussion of past rape/noncon

break these bones 'til they're better by redskyatmorning:

After Sam’s torture at the hands of the British Men of Letters, the latest in a long string of violations, he is rescued by Dean and Mary – and forced to ponder his broken relationship with his own body. Months later, when Sam is resurrected and tormented by Lucifer yet again, Dean confronts Mary and Sam gets his revenge against the devil.

catching my death (staring out an open window) by ad_castra:

Sam gazes at the window, catches the faint pink hue tinting the sky. It’s so realistic - he could breathe in the fresh air if he were really here. ----- They got Sam out. Sometimes, just knowing that isn't enough.

CW: implied past rape/noncon

Death of Convenience by WilsonTheMoose:

It should have been easy. Wendigos are no joke but daylight slows them. The weather's been unpredictable though and perfect, idyllic hunts don't exactly stay that way where they're concerned. Or Sam has one card to play and never stops to think that Dean would care if he killed himself.

CW: suicidal ideation, references to suicide

Echoes of Hell by The_Nightbreaker:

It wasn't real. He wasn't in Hell anymore. That's what he tried to tell himself over and over. But two centuries of torture don't disappear in a day. Sam struggles with visions of Hell, fighting to maintain his grip on reality. Dean hates that he can't protect his brother from what isn't real—but curse him if he doesn't try. When the boys stumble on a case with ties to the Devil himself, will they be able to pull themselves together in time to stop the sacrifices? Or will the echoes of Hell finally overtake them? Aka, season 7, but the plot is Hell trauma, not leviathans.

CW: suicidal ideation

Evening Shadows by withthekeyisking:

Sam is hallucinating the monster who tortured him for nearly two centuries, Dean feels like he's failing his brother, and a diner waitress bears witness.

CW: past rape/noncon

Everything Dies Given Time by Lise:

AU from 5.03. Sam discovers something wrong with himself, and learns to live with it. Only a lot less functional.

CW: suicide/temporary character death

The Freedom to Be Loud by jribbing:

It hadn’t occurred to Dean that maybe Sam remembered so much about that little nowhere town because something memorable had happened there.

CW: referenced past rape/noncon

golgotha by redskyatmorning:

There’s a vacancy on the throne of hell, and Sam is desperate enough to save Dean from Michael’s possession to give into the abyssal depths of his own darkness.

Head Space by ameliacareful:

A witch curses Sam leaving him blind, deaf, and bedridden. Left with only the inside of his own head and the occasional touch, Sam begins to unravel.

CW: suicidal ideation

Hiraeth by inkandpaperqwerty:

(n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past "Dean... I made a really big mistake." For a second, Dean actually thought things were going okay. He was out of Hell, Sam agreed to stop drinking demon blood, they had just wrapped up a successful hunt... for once, everything was okay. And then it wasn't. "I overdosed." Not at all.

CW: suicide attempts, suicidal ideation

if i could leave (i would've already left) by serendipity0930:

“I have a mission from God for you,” the Angel whispers to the man. “It is time for you to do what you were born to.” The man’s face twists into a smile, delighted over being chosen by Him, a purpose from God digging into his heart, carving out a place to fester. “Hunt.” ... 05x03 AU where Zachariah is even more determined to keep the brothers apart and hunters are all too willing to take Lucifer's True Vessel off the board for good

CW: referenced suicide

It's A River (But Not In Egypt) by Lise:

He's still a liar. Maybe always has been.

CW: toxic Sam/Lucifer dynamics

Kindred Instruments by PinBitch:

They’re in a tug of war and Sam is the rope. He doesn’t need to be alive for that. OR Sam dies in detox, being flung against the walls of a metal box will do that to you. Dean and Ruby pick up the pieces.

CW: temporary main character death, permanent supporting character death

lazarus trick by katsidhe:

Sam's alive, so everything is gonna be okay. 13.22 coda.

Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence by Lise:

Sam's back. He's in one piece. That's the problem.

CW: self-harm

love is like ghosts by redskyatmorning:

I’m poison, Dean had said instead of I’m sorry. Well, Sam wants to say, what does that make me? What the hell does that make me? (A look into Sam's mind in the aftermath of the Gadreel possession.)

The Other Brother by RadioFriday:

Sam and Adam are pulled from the cage at the same time. Sam is not right, and Adam, stuck as his caretaker, is not pleased.

Oxygen by inkandpaperqwerty:

“Cas! Cas, please! Please, answer me! Cas!” Castiel ignores Dean for several minutes, but then Dean gives him an opening that might help him complete his mission. So, he goes to investigate, and what he finds is a very bloody, nearly dead Sam. Dean tells him where the injuries came from, and Castiel quickly becomes confused. It doesn't make sense, but Dean tries to explain it to him, and slowly... Castiel begins to understand.

CW: suicide attempt

Post Hoc, Ergo Propter Hoc by AmberSock:

Sam waits, kneeling, for his execution. What if Dean hadn't missed?

CW: temporary character death

Safety In Distance by GalaxyThreads and SpiritClusters:

The Mark of Cain is a brand of violence. Sam was an idiot to think that he'd be exempt from it, just because he and Dean are siblings.

sometimes a kind of singing by adi_rotynd:

Sam gets cursed. They're dealing with it. Jack can see souls. That one they're not dealing with quite as well.

CW: past referenced rape/noncon

Soul Windows by GalaxyThreads and Spirit Clusters:

A few months after his birth, Jack learns how to see souls. Then he comes to a realization about the Winchester brothers, Sam in particular, and it's not a pleasant one. (gen)

Starry Night by keepcalmsmile:

Sam attempts suicide-by-monster. Dean tries to help. It sort of works...until it doesn't.

CW: suicide attempts, suicidal ideation

such fragile, broken things by The_Bookkeeper:

Sam wishes that Dean would just get it over with already.

The Tale of Sir Galahad by keepcalmsmile:

Sam once said he could never be clean like Sir Galahad. Dean assumed he was just talking about the demon blood. Turns out, Sam was talking about something else too. WARNING: Extended discussions of the aftermath of rape and childhood sexual abuse (but NO description of the actual events). Happy(ish) ending, but potentially very triggering.

CW: past rape/noncon, mentioned CSA

They Hammered in His Teeth by jribbing:

Sam has a secret.

CW: suicidal ideation

today's troubles (are history tomorrow) by a_good_soldier:

"It's not really something I know how to share," Sam had said. In which Dean figures he ought to help Sam out a bit.

Touch and Go by themegalosaurus:

Tag to 9.19 (Alex Annie Alexis Ann) in which Dean realises why, exactly, Sam is so angry about what happened with Gadreel.

trust fall by ad_castra:

“I’m nothing like you,” Sam hisses. Nevermind relating to the anguish of going it alone. Nevermind that he knows what it is to be strapped down and forcibly cleansed against his will. Sam wonders if these trials are purifying Crowley as well. 

Words Like Glass by broken_cinders:

Dean never figured the cage wouldn't leave a mark. He was prepared for memories, flashbacks, and nightmares. He wasn't expecting the words Sam brought back with him or the way they made him seem just a breath beyond Dean's reach.

Wound and Unwound by fascra:

Sam stops eating spring of his freshman year.

CW: eating disorder

wincest (dean/sam)

Brittle by thecapn:

Sam Winchester has an eating disorder.

CW: eating disorder

Don't You Cry No More by sixtysevenlmpala (schittyfic):

The first time Sam gets badly hurt on a hunt, he doesn’t cry. Dean does.

Fall On Your Knees by dollylux:

Sam doesn't quite make it home on the last day of school before winter break.

The Fall Will Probably Kill You by killabeez:

Set between 7.04 and the aftermath of 7.07. Dean is not as okay as he'd like you to think. Neither is Sam.

CW: self-harm

Feels so good to feel again by Trojie:

The pain keeps Lucifer at bay, at least to start with.

Follow In Your Form by withthekeyisking:

Sam is hallucinating Lucifer in the wake of Cas bringing his Hell Wall crashing down. To make matters worse, it seems like this has his dormant powers flaring back to life.

Last Temptation by merle_p:

Sam is running a fever again, the kind of fever no Ibuprofen or cold compress will bring down, the kind of fever that is eating him up alive, eviscerating him from the inside. He is too hot and too cold and too pale, delirious and shaking, resonating with whatever divine energy the trials are subjecting him to, and Dean is not sure how much longer he can stand to see him be in this state. Because Sam is quite possibly dying, and there is nothing Dean can do to stop it. Because Sam is dying, and he just. Won’t. Shut. Up.

CW: mentioned past rape/noncon

leeches by Anonymous:

Sam discovers a spell to make everybody forget him. He’s convinced it’s for the best. Pre-Stanford.

CW: attempted kidnapping/torture

Make Thick My Blood by themegalosaurus:

“You’re going to kill me, Dean,” Sam says, eventually. And all Dean can say is, “I think I am.” A season 10 AU, set after 10x14 ('The Executioner's Song'). Cas finds a solution that might cure the Mark of Cain; but if they're going to go through with it, Sam has a terrible price to pay.

CW: mentioned past rape/noncon

Prophecy of an Abomination by ashitanoyuki:

Sam is kidnapped by fanatically religious hunters and crucified. Coming back from this won't be easy. Canon-divergent from midway through season 2.

Recall by De_Nugis:

Sam's having a hard time telling what's real and what isn't, especially when it comes to some voicemails from Dean.

The Room Upstairs by brokenlittleboy:

Sam comes back from hell, but he’s inside-out and all wrong, and Dean can’t fix him.

CW: mentioned past rape/noncon

Ruin You (and its companion fic Worth) by Mumble_Bee:

Cole fucks Sam with Demon!Dean watching from a devil's trap, snarling that anyone would dare touch what was his. “I told you I don’t care what you do to his face or his blood or his fucking nose,” Dean growled, “but you put your dick anywhere near him and I will end you.” “Better hurry up then, Dean, because I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

CW: explicit rape/noncon

Snowed In by HelloStarlingFics:

When working a case, Sam and Dean get stuck out in a shack in the woods when the snow comes in hard and fast. Trouble is, Sam’s hated the cold ever since the Cage. Time for Dean to step up and look after him.

Wake by minchout:

Gadreel has had Sam for four years, and Dean, lost in guilt and obsessed with finding a way to get his brother back, has isolated himself in a cabin in the Missouri Ozarks with nothing but the woods, a stray dog, some chickens, and all the books the Men of Letters had to offer to keep him company. Then Sam shows up one day without his passenger, and Dean learns quickly that it doesn't matter that Sam is with him again - there is still a lot of work to be done before they can find their way back to each other.

Wanting to Forget by morganaDW (morgana07):

1-shot. S1 fic. After getting Sam freed from the Benders Dean thinks all he has to cope with is some bruises and cuts. He learns quickly just how wrong he is when Sam wakes up with a nightmare, reliving his brief but bad captivity in every detail. Sam just wants to forget & Dean has to try to get him to let him help. Will one night of cruelty and pain ruin what’s been formed between them?

CW: referenced past rape/noncon

when I wake up I'm afraid, somebody else might take my place by quake_quiver:

Sam doesn’t remember the last time he cried for Dean like he did that night. And now it’s been…two weeks. Maybe more. Sam is tired, and in pain, and starting to doubt that Dean’s going to show up. He’s weak and shaking from a combination of constant pain and hunger. Sam longs for Dean. Dean would make it better. Dean would fix it.

CW: rape/noncon, body horror

Wire Inside Me by merle_p:

There are a lot of things Sam hates about his current condition, to the point where he sometimes feels for the gun under his pillow at night, blindly toys with the safety, imagines pressing the muzzle into the underside of his chin and pulling the trigger just to make it stop. But there’s nothing he hates as much as the shadows he sees in Dean’s eyes whenever his brother is looking at him these days. It’s not an expression he remembers ever seeing before, but Sam thinks it’s probably something like revulsion. Horror. Disgust. What else could it be.

CW: referenced past rape/noncon, body horror, forced pregnancy

Worth (and its companion fic Ruin You) by Mumble_Bee:

Episode 10x01 "Black" where Dean is a human, and very, very, pissed off to hear someone has hands on his brother. “It’s nothing personal,” Cole whispered into Sam's ear, too quietly for Dean to hear, “but I need to kill your brother, and I need him off his game when he gets here. I don’t wanna hurt you, kid, but I’m going to, anyway. I’m going to hurt you a lot."

CW: explicit rape/noncon

you'll never see us again by according2thelore:

Then finally, his eyes trail over to Dean. His pupils are pin-point thin, and his hair is straggling in his face so Dean can’t see most of what expression lies there. Sam usually wakes up from nightmares in one of three attitudes: confusion, fear, or calm. A scary, sense-prickling calm that Dean hates more than anything else. Resignation, almost. Or: Sam suffers from nightmares and touch starvation post-Cage. They do their best to deal.

other Sam/Lucifer noncon

Cage Fight (No Way To Do This Right) by Dyed_Red:

Sam’s visit to the cage is already going awry, but Dean’s one-man rescue ends up skidding it sideways into territory neither him or Sam are ready for. (Gratuitous episode scene re-write. If Cas hadn’t come till after, if he hadn’t been there yet when Dean ran down to the 'parole' cage after hearing Sam scream - how bad could it have got for the brothers before he made it?)

CW: graphic rape/noncon

Into Being by withthekeyisking:

When Sam wakes up in the cave on Apocalypse World after having been killed by vamps, it's not just to find Lucifer there with him. It's to find him in him.

CW: graphic rape/noncon, necrophilia, forced pregnancy

Reggie/Tim/Sam noncon

a pointless resistance for you by withthekeyisking:

Sam doesn't know how long he's been with Tim and Reggie by the time Dean shows up and tries to take him out of there. Long enough that's he's already lost one baby and is pregnant with the next. Long enough that this life is starting to feel like all he knows.

CW: graphic rape/noncon, forced pregnancy & miscarriage, victim blaming

screaming birds sound an awful lot like singing by withthekeyisking:

Sam has done his best to move past what Tim and Reggie did to him, pretending it never happened at all. But running into them again makes that very difficult—especially when Dean gets involved.

CW: referenced past rape/noncon

Waste 'Em All by withthekeyisking:

When Tim and Reggie try to force the demon blood down Sam's throat, he spits it back out. He has no interest in being turned into their own personal attack dog. They don't...take it well.

CW: explicit rape/noncon

#sam winchester #sam whump #supernatural #supernatural fic rec #wincest

[analbedo]

📔 that boy’s a liar ft asshole virgin killer jock bf childe

ngl im having Bad Childe Thoughts™️ sorry he’s such nonconner bait like skskfkkdks. also this was not supposed to be this long sadly i just got too silly wit it >_> also it’s been so long since i wrote i had to keep looking words up to make sure i used them right asksjdjsk i was staring at my phone for like 10 minutes bc there’s no way sinisterly is a word 🤨 anyway.

i could easily imagine him being, like, an asshole jock, probably plays some rich boy sport like lacrosse 😭 and every time the school year starts he’s always looking for another cute freshman to fuck. he had a thing for virgins, and no one was more virginal than a fresh out of high school girl, eager to find her first boyfriend, completely oblivious to the nature of men. (well, really, men like him.)

𐐪 warning: this fic contains dark content, please read my dark content disclaimer before continuing. minors dni.

🦢cw: virginity kink, dubcon/sexual coercion, noncon/rape (both implied and explicit, the word rape is also used), misogyny (i’m sorry women🥺), emotional manipulation, unhealthy relationships, unconsensual nude sharing, degradation, unconsensual creampie-ing (is there a better word for this?), hair pulling, mouth spitting, contraception mention⁉️

° 𐐪 ♡ 𐑂 nsfw below the cut! 𐐪 ♡ 𐑂 °

and that’s what led ajax to you, the bright eyed, overly naive barely legal cheerleader. most cheerleaders were too slutty for his tastes, but he could tell from the innocent way you swung your hips and nervousness around guys that you’d probably never had a boyfriend, let alone sex.

bagging you was too easy, he almost felt bad for you. he’d barely finished inviting you to one of his games when you’d excitedly accepted. afterward, him convincing you to go to a frat party later that night was child’s play (no pun intended). from there on, you were putty in his hands. ajax had no real intentions of dating you, you were a bit too innocent for his tastes. but, when you offhandedly mentioned you were saving yourself for “the one” (seriously?), he realized he had no other choice.

nothing really changed after you made it official, you still went to his games and parties with him, and sent him nudes that he was definitely sending to his friends’ groupchat. ajax, the notorious virgin killer, and his new victim. the general consensus was that you were the hottest one he found, which was an accomplishment, but his friends teased him for how long it was taking for him to smash— “you’re losing your touch there, casanova” kaeya texted him after he updated the chat on his latest date with you.

ajax rolled his eyes, but it was true. you were really not trying to give it up, even if you were blackout drunk, slurring your words at parties, even when he lit candles and set out rose petals for your one month anniversary, even when he said he’d never tell anyone. nothing was working, and he was starting to get annoyed. nutting on you face, tits, and ass wasn’t cutting it; if anything he was starting to get more and more sexually frustrated. he wouldn’t force you, he wasn’t that type of guy, but damn it if he wasn’t running out of ways to try to convince you to let him actually put his dick inside you; he’d even settle for just head at this point.

ajax reached his breaking point one night after a game. his team won the championship finals for their division, or something, which meant they had a solid chance at playing to win the state title. surely, he deserved something for that. so, when you invited him over to celebrate after, he was expecting more than you just surprising him with a homemade dinner after his shower.

“that’s it?” ajax asked, looking in disbelief at the table, his voice gradually growing louder and meaner as he spoke. “you fucking cook for me all the time, why the fuck would you think this is a surprise?”

you felt your heart sink a little bit; you’d put way more effort into it than your usual dishes, and you thought he’d might like a nice, fulfilling dinner after working so hard. ajax had little outbursts like this all the time, but he assured you that’s just how relationships are, and who would give up a tall, handsome, perfectly sculpted redhead athlete just because he’s a little temperamental.

you remained quiet; usually, this is where he’d apologize and say he had a bad day, or was tired. but, his tirade kept going.

“we’ve been together three fucking months and you’re still acting like the same boring virgin bitch as when we started dating. i thought for once you’d stop fucking neglecting me and finally fucking put out.” ajax reached up to run a hand through his damp auburn hair, his towel slipping down ever so slightly as he did so. you felt your face grow warm in embarrassment and desire. you wanted to wait, but him borderline flashing you sent butterflies down your stomach to between your legs.

“i’m sorry,” you said meekly, genuinely meaning it. you tried explaining how scared you were to do it for the first time; stds, pregnancy, or having your cherry popped, which you imagined would be more painful than it sounds. ajax always gave you the same responses, that he was clean, he’d pull out, he’d be gentle. you had no reason to deny him, really, you saw a future with him; and, if he’d dated you this long without having sex, you imagined he’d want to be with you forever once you said yes.

but still, something in your body was telling you to stop, leave, run. as many butterflies as he gave you, there were still cold claws of dread and fear dragging in your chest at the thought of sleeping with him. “i’m just not ready yet, baby. i’m sorry.” you replied, unable to meet his eye.

that was probably a good thing, because the look of disgust he casted would’ve been enough to make you break down in tears. “not… ready?” ajax asked in an angry low timbre. “you’re a fucking adult, for christ’s sake, what the fuck do you mean you’re not ready? it’s fucking sex, not a marriage proposal.” he huffed incredulously, running both hands through his hair now while throwing his head back. he turned away from you, finally allowing you to lift your gaze from the floor. staring at his back, you realized just how muscular your boyfriend was— and tall too.

if he really wanted it, he could easily take it. you wouldn’t stand a chance.

the thought alone made your throat swell and eyes prick. you never thought he could be that kind of guy; and if he is, wouldn’t it be better to just let him do what he wants? maybe he’d go easy on you if you said yes now.

“everyone else on the team is probably getting ass at that after party, and i’m fucking stuck here playing house with a childish ass bitch,” ajax groaned. his words felt like punches straight to the gut; you instinctively held your abdomen in response. he turned around to you, his face now free of anger, but full of… something. you didn’t know what, but it was sending shivers down your spine. “you know, this is the longest i’ve ever gone without having sex,” he said in a neutral tone, slowly walking around the table to approach you. you winced as he lifted your chin up, bringing his face uncomfortably close to yours.

“look at me,” ajax said softly, but sinisterly. you forced your tear filled eyes to meet his, but not without trembling in fear. “you’re neglecting me, you know. isn’t it a little unfair to deprive me of intimacy, when i’ve been doing everything i can to make you comfortable? why are you so scared of me, hm? why don’t you trust me?” you merely blinked in response; if you talked you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold back sobbing. “i don’t neglect you, do i? is there anything you want that i don’t for do?” you pondered the question; though he was rarely ever nice or this soft spoken, he had a point— physically, he’d given you all the cuddles and forehead kisses you could want.

still, that wasn’t the same thing as having sex? or, was it? who’s to say he finds cuddling as intimate as lovemaking? maybe sex was to him what cuddling was to you— maybe you were neglecting him. you shook your head softly in reply.

“good girl, you’re right. i’ve done everything i can to prove you can trust me, does that not matter to you? will i never be good enough for you?” ajax’s voice sounded sincere, but the cold, perverse look in his eyes still made you doubt. “i’ve been so patient, baby. i could’ve taken it any time i wanted, but i waited for you. you gonna keep me waiting forever?”

something about his logic wasn’t quite adding up to you— but, it didn’t matter. your brain was too clogged with fear to compute anything. plus, he confirmed what you tried so hard to not acknowledge all along: if he wanted you, he could have you, whether you wanted it or not. your heart thudded in your chest.

you felt guilty for depriving your boyfriend for so long, but that was overshadowed by your fear of what he’d do to you if you kept kept saying no. “ok,” you whispered meekly, so soft you were surprised he even heard it.

or, maybe he didn’t. it probably wouldn’t have made much of a difference.

ajax smiled, though this time his grin of approval filled you with cold terror instead of giddy excitement. “i knew you’d do the right thing.”

***

“shouldn’t we use condoms?” you asked. you were sitting on your bed, wrapping your naked body with your fuzzy pink blanket. maybe you were as childish as he said. the more you thought about it, the less you wanted to do it, but, it was too late mow.

“they’re too small for me, but, don’t worry, i’m clean. can’t let an std fuck up my lacrosse career, you know?” ajax said casually, walking towards the bed.

“no, not for that. i meant for- i mean, like, i’m not on, like, birth control or anything—” you stammered.

“oh that’s fine, i was gonna pull out anyway. can’t let a baby fuck up my career, either,” he replied, chuckling at his own joke before giving you a light peck. “plus, you’re too hot to knock up right now, it’d ruin your body. i’d save that for after you’ve already hit the wall. anyway,” he said sliding back on the bed and leaning against the wall. “come here princess, i’ll show you what to do.”

you turned around and crawled toward him, sitting back on your heels. his comment about your body momentarily snapped you out of your fearful haze; were you really about to give it up to such an asshole?

ajax twirled his finger, motioning you. “face that way, towards the door. and get on your hands and knees”

“like this?”

“perfect. now—” instead of giving instructions, ajax put his hand between your shoulder blades and pushed you down roughly. “you’re gonna stay like that.”

it was kind of humiliating being in such a lewd pose; you’d always imagined your first time would be passionate missionary sex, not getting your back blown out. ajax shuffled behind you on the bed; he was taking his boxers off.

“okay, you ready? i’m gonna be honest, it’s pretty big, and it’s gonna hurt a lot before it starts to feel good, alright?” ajax said as he positioned himself behind you, his hands on your hips as he slowly dragged the tip of his dick against your vulva. “just keep taking it, though,” he said, lowering his voice for the rest of his sentence: “i didn’t wait all this time just to get blue balled.”

ajax lined himself up with your hole, and you sucked in a breath as you felt the slight pressure of his tip on the outer rim. you winced, scrunching your face as you prepared for him to actually go in.

sadly, nothing could’ve prepared you for that type of pain.

“fuck— ajax stop, no, it hurts— it hurts too much—” you cried out, practically screaming.

“tch. stop being so dramatic, i’m not even halfway in,” ajax paused his speech as he pushed into you further, eliciting a yelp. the searing pain was almost enough to render you unconscious, and, god, how you wish it actually did. “it’ll hurt less once you’re used to it. relax, for fucks sake. the more you panic the more it hurts.”

you wished you could heed his advice— but, then again, what does he know? he’d only ever inflicted the pain, never received it. there’s no way he could comprehend how horrific it felt being split open, your body resisting every inch but still being made to take it. the pain came from between your legs and in your head, too, the few fleeting thoughts you had besides how much it hurt questioning how he could put you through this, if he really loved you, he knew you weren’t ready.

you abandoned speech altogether, merely sobbing as ajax continued to push his thick cock inside you.

ajax paused again. “crying’s only hot if i can see it. shut the fuck up, you’re killing the mood.” when you didn’t stop sobbing, he grabbed you by the ponytail, jerking your towards him so he could mutter in your ear; the shock was enough to shut you up, at least momentarily. “i swear i get soft ‘cause you keep whining like a bitch, you’re gonna suck it til it’s hard again, and i’ll make sure it hurts a whole lot fucking worse.” he let go of your hair, your body flopping limply back onto your bed.

you took a deep breath, biting down on your arm to silence yourself, and prepared for the worst.

ajax was angry now, and, being the cause of his agitation, he happily took it out you. you bit down so hard you could’ve sworn you drew blood as he continued to shove his cock inside you; his thrusts were rough, it felt as he was tearing you open. just as your brain grew delirious with pain, you felt one final shove before the warmth of his body was against your ass.

“there, that wasn’t so bad, was it, baby? i don’t even think you’re bleeding,” ajax cooed. you were so beat down you couldn’t even speak, but he didn’t really need a reply; he didn’t care how bad it was for you, because it was perfect for him. “but i know you’re still a virgin, or, were a virgin, ‘cause you’re so fucking tight.” he moaned as he held your hips and pushed into further, somehow managing to get even deeper. this caused a new type of discomfort; less of the searing torture of him going in, but a nonetheless dull, aching pain in your lower abdomen.

“fuck, you feel so good, pussy’s gripping me so tight like it’s made for me. think i just hit your cervix, too.” ajax’s hands traveled from your hips to your ass, massaging the soft flesh on either side. “you’re so fucking hot, i could probably cum just from this.”

panic became the new sensation that took you over. “but you said you’d pull out,” you cried, trying a last ditch attempt to crawl away from him.

ajax easily held you against him again, and sighed in annoyance. “i said i could, not that i would, stupid slut. you’re the last girl alive i’d knock up; who’d wanna spend 18 years with your annoying ass?”

tears returned to your eyes; is this really how he viewed you? was this entire relationship just a ruse to get in your pants?

well, it didn’t matter, at this point. he was already there, and wasn’t leaving until he finished. you had no choice but to take it.

ajax clicked his tongue before gently sliding out of you, barely an inch. he showed no mercy thrusting back into you, though, making that dull ache resonate again. he slowly pulled out again, leaving only the tip inside.

“damn, you’re pretty wet for a bitch that says she doesn’t want it,” he sneered. ajax slammed his dick back inside you; strangely, it didn’t hurt nearly as much as the first time, minus him hitting your cervix. “but virgins are all the same,”ajax continued, picking up the pace at which he rutted into you. “you pretend you don’t want it to ‘cause of your purity bullshit, but the second i’ve got you bent over you start creamin’ on me like a porn star, can’t help yourself.”

the pain of him sliding into you was gone at this point; you could only feel the drag of his cock against your walls, rubbing against a spot that made ecstasy shoot through you. even the ache from him going too deep started to feel pleasurable. you couldn’t help but moan as waves of euphoria washed over you.

“yeah, you like that, baby?” ajax purred, before sending a sharp smack to your ass. he chuckled hearing you moan at that, too. “damn, you’re a masochist, too? didn’t think a pure little princess would be such a whore in bed.” he slapped your ass again, before reaching around to grab your neck and pull you towards him and titling your head back so he could look into your face. “bet you’re sorry for making me wait, huh? fucking tease,” he snapped, before spitting into your mouth. “swallow it.”

you did as you were told, disgusted by the feeling of the warm, foamy liquid landing in your mouth and sliding down your esophagus. he let you go, and you fell again back onto the bed. ajax placed a large hand on your back, pushing you down into the right position.

“keep your back fucking arched,” ajax scolded. with one hand pressing you into the sheets, and one firmly grasping the softness of your hip, he rutted into you, harder, and faster, each thrust sending shots of pleasure and pain throughout your whole body.

“ah- ajax- slow- fuck- slow down, ‘ts too much- too fast-i can’t—” you moaned, drooling onto the sheets. it felt so wrong, letting him do this to you, with all the awful things he’s said and done— but, you couldn’t help how good it felt taking his dick, every movement adding to the euphoric build up that made your body limo and head dizzy.

the intensity of pain and pleasure increased as he leaned over to hiss in your ear: “you’re gonna take what i fucking give you., slut.” ajax pried open your jaw, and shoved two long fingers into your mouth. “i’m tired of listening to you moaning, i wanna hear you gag for me, princess.” you choked around him, his digits pressing the back of your throat. “yeah, just like that, baby.”

the feeling of his fingers being pushed down your throat as he panted in your ear, while still not letting up on his rapid thrusts was all too stimulating; you felt your body tremble as you came, tranquillizing euphoria spreading your body like electricity. you could vaguely feel your pussy flutter around ajax’s dick, involuntarily clenching around him.

“fuck, you just got so much tighter— ah, wetter, too,” ajax moaned in your ear, burying his head in the crook of your neck and shoulder. “fuck, baby, i’m so close, feels so fucking good—” he cut himself off with his own panting, desperately chasing his own release.

it took you a moment to register his words in your post orgasm haze, but you quickly snapped to attention once you did. you jerked your head to the side so his fingers were no longer massaging the back of your tongue.

“wait- ajax, you said you’d pull out—”

“god, i know, i will, now shut the fuck up before you ruin it,” he groaned. his hands moved to yours, pinning your wrists down while as rhythm grew sloppy.

“ajax, please- you said you wouldn’t, cum inside me— please— please don’t don’t—“ you plead desperately.

“shut up, bitch,” ajax spat. “i know what im fucking doing,”. “i’m not gonna nut inside you— fuck— just need a little more—ah”

“please don’t,” you whispered softly; you were almost certain ajax wouldn’t risk cumming inside you— his reasoning was sound, but there again was that feeling of chilling dread as he kept messily rutting into you.

“fuck, ‘ts so good, so fucking wet— ah” ajax panted, indifferent to your reminders. his speed slowed, now more pronounced pounding. “fuck, fuck, i’m sorry baby, it just feels too fucking good, i can’t— ahh”

you screamed for him to stop, but it was too late; you could feel after his final thrust a warmth inside you, spreading deeper into your core as he wrapped his arms around you. “ajax, stop it— get off— let me go!” you screeched, desperately trying to break free from his grasp.

“sorry, princess, ‘ts too late now. shit, there’s so fucking much, too,” ajax sighed, pushing into you even harder. “fuck.”

nothing could describe the disgust you felt, trapped under your boyfriend’s sweaty, toned body as he forced you to take every last drop of his cum, shamelessly draining his balls inside your limp body. you knew you had to worry about pregnancy or an sti, but those were far from your mind.

the only thing you could think about is how bad you wanted to die.

ajax finally released you, getting off the bed and searching for his clothes. once free, you immediately crawled into a fetal position, tears pooling from your eyes as his cum drooled down your thighs.

epilogue

“sorry about that, by the way,” ajax said nonchalantly, as if he didn’t basically ruin your life. “it’s been so long since i last had sex, i guess i forgot how to pull out in time, so it’s kind of on you for making me wait.”

you said nothing; as humiliated as you were, you couldn’t risk more embarrassment by actually responding to him.

“hey, so, there’s still an after party going on, so i think i’m gonna check that out. you don’t have to worry about coming though— shit, sorry— attending, i know you probably have some shit you wanna work through right now. soooo,” you heard his footsteps head toward your bedroom door. he paused, as if he was waiting for a response, but eventually you heard him leave your room, head out the front door, and drive off. you laid on your bed, curled up in shame, for what felt like an eternity, until the loud text alert from your phone jolted you out of your catatonic state. it was a text— from ajax, surprisingly.

hey. left you a apology gift on your table. hope it helps.

you threw on a bathrobe and shuffled miserably back to your dining room. the elaborate feast you made was embarrassing to look at; all that effort just to get borderline raped by your boyfriend for his special night. you saw the gift he must have been referring to: a wad of bills, that, when you counted them it amounted to $65. you read the messy scrawl on the accompanying note:

enough for a plan b ♡

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𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐰𝐬: 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐟𝐲𝐫𝐞

Plot: You, the legitimized bastard of Daemon Targaryen grew up with a very devoted extended family. But after the dance of dragons begins, you know exactly on what side you belong

Cw: incest/targcest, yandere/lovesick behavior, unhealthy relationships, platonic and romantic yanderes, not everyone is romantically involved with reader, yandere EVERYONE x reader, sexual content, no actual smut, mentions of noncon, Aegon being... Him

Notes: I didn't love to make such a long post for the last ending, so this will be a series as well (and I also find it more convenient as people tend to be less likely to read long posts)

You will understand this better if you read this ending

>The night of king Viserys' last supper, you were the victim of a mysterious illness, and were forced to stay in King's Landing as your family returned to Dragonstone

>Since then, you had to be a witness of Aegon's usurpation, and were forced to marry prince Aemond, becoming a prisoner in the strong walls of the red keep in all but name

>You decided very early on that you will return home to your family, you will not be accomplice to this insult to the rightful heir, Rhaenyra

>You loved Alicent, you did, but what she did to you, to your family, was a betrayal. She married you to Aemond, even though she knew of your affection for Daeron, she marries you without your permission or even announcement, she marries you to Aemond, as if it was her call, as if she was in her right to betroth you to anyone

>And the one who you thought of as a brave knight, was silent to the whole thing, not a word to say to you

>In a span of mere days, your affection for them had virtually vanished

>It was hard, and it hurt to feel like all your life you had trusted people who would treat you like this

>Especially for Daeron and Alicent

>But you will have time to mourn later

>You tell yourself you can't let your feelings stale you

>It was the night after Aegon's coronation, Aemond, should be asleep next to you, but he is too busy on the council, fooling himself acting as hand of the king

>Which it's perfect for you, since you want to do anything you can to avoid consummating your marriage

>Your father had taught you everything about the secret passages in the Red Keep, he knew them as well as king Maegor himself, and though you could not memorize it as well, it was enough to know how to get out

>But you had a mission first

>"He wears the conqueror's crown, wields the conqueror's sword and has the conqueror's name" said Alicent

>It was too soon to take away his crown, you not take away his name, but you certainly could take away his sword. It's not like he'd use it anyway

>You looked in the mirror and fixed yourself before going out through the passages, you felt a little disgusted with yourself

>It took you some time to get to Aegon's chambers, (to your surprise) Aegon was there instead of a rat infested brothel

>Still, he was much too drunk to notice you, and he was alone. It had been years since he and Helaena had shared a bed. You pitied her, but at least she was lucky, she had given not one but two male heirs, and she had no reason to keep "trying" with Aegon

>You walked on your tiptoes, the sword was hanging in the wall next to his bed, you feared the sound of metal would wake him up

>But it didn't, he instead was (somehow) was sober enough to know you were there, and most importantly, to know it was you

>"Y/N, you are here..." His voice was as drowsy as it was whiny "Came to congratulate the king?" You could see his repugnant smirk aimed at you

>"Indeed, your grace" you lied

>"Come here, here" he sat on the pillows and patted on the mattress to invite you

>"I don't think that would be appropriate, your grace" you were tense, and scared. You avoided him, you don't remember well when it happened, but he changed, he scared you, you feared he might do something to you, and you could do nothing to retaliate, now it was worse, he was the king

>"Pleaaseeeee, pleaseee, just a bit, just for now, I won't do anything" he promised

>"I truly do not think it would be fitting for your grace to be in that position... Even in innocently" you really hoped for the "innocently" part to be true

>But Aegon did the face a child does once they remember something important, like a candle lighting on their head "But I'm your grace, I'm the king, I demand you come here"

>You could do nothing to those words, so you obeyed

>You sat down at the edge of his bed, but he signaled you to be closer, next to him

>"I like when you say your grace, when you say it to me" he smiled

>"It is how one must address you now, just that"

>Aegon pouted

>"Do you love me?"

>You were speechless, and struggled to come up with a polite response to that, you finally just said every subject must love the king, you just prayed for safety being so close, so late, so alone with him

>"But do you love me? Me? Do you love me now?"

>"I- I beg your pardon?"

>"I wanted you to love me, Y/N, do you love me now? I'm king, do you love me now?" He was drunk, slurring his words and repeating them

>You blushed and you felt your heart pound, you were scared, you knew that. But you were also even a little sad for him, you wanted to look at him the way you did when you both were young, you could, and at the same time, it was impossible

>You don't remember how he ended up in front of you, facing you with sad eyes, and unmistakable stink of wine, that reminded you of who he was now

>"I think I'll always love you, Aegon" you wanted to believe it was a lie you told yourself it was

>A tear or two ran through his pale cheeks and he threw himself to your arms, almost knocking you beneath him in bed

>But instead of the lecherous predatory behavior you expected, he just kissed your cheeks and tried to kiss you in the mouth, it was gross, wet, he was drunk so he was salivating

>You grabbed his face with your hands and placed a kiss on his forehead, he asked for more, but he instantly decided he was tired, and grabbed you like a ragdoll, pushing you to the pillows and beneath the blankets with him, you're still fully clothed so it feels heavy. Aegon hugs you like a Teddy bear until he quickly falls asleep, when you try to leave, he complains in his sleep and grabs the fabric of your clothes. But you manage to slip a pillow in between his arms to replace you

>You look at him for the last time before stealing Blackfyre, and think of how different things could have been.

>Once you have the sword with you, you stay in between the walls for some time. Your dragon is not in the dragonpit, how do you find him?

>You can't go to the city, you can't risk having the sword stolen from you

>This might be a suicide, this probably is a suicide, but is all you got

>You decide to go to the dragonpit, you'll ride a dragon to find a dragon. The rule has always been: one rider, one dragon, one dragon, one ride. But you are desperate

>When you get to the pit, you wonder who could be the best dragon to ride for the search, Tessarion is here, but only ever rode alongside her, same for Sunfyre and Dreamfyre. Trying to tame an unclaimed dragon is dangerous, and even if you could, Dagahrion may kill them

>But there's one that knows you very well: Vhagar

>You rode on her back when she was Laena's, you were a little lass still, but she remembers you. And you rode her with Aemond last night

>It is better than nothing, and if she ate you, you know she's so big it'd be a quick death

>You pet her, and she gives into your touch

>You keep calming and buttering her up before you get on top. You're used to riding a large dragon, but she's different, every dragon is, you suppose

>You feel sorry for the ruckus caused when you and Vhagar ascended, poor dragonkeepers

>Your running was obviously not silent

>And so the search for Dagahrion begins. You have to find him before Vhagar decides to kick you off her back

>And before any other dragon comes looking for you

#yandere hotd #yandere daemon targaryen #yandere targaryens #hotd x reader #Targaryens x reader #yandere aegon ii #aegon ii targaryen x reader #yandere aemond targaryen

[sherwees]

cuddle-fuck-later-with-a-side-dish

cw : past arguments,dubcon reaching into noncon bcs of the manipulation part of it , mentions of abuse, reader has cuts and scratches previously inflicted on their body, and just straight fucked shit.

Hendery gawked at you and your boyfriend, Eunseok as he shuffled the uno cards in his hands nearly giving himself a paper cut from his aggression.

This was meant to a friends night not a cuddle-fuck-later-with-a-side-dish night.

He didn't care before but now it was getting to his head, he never even realized he was staring too long until he met with Eunseok's glare.

“Do you have a staring problem, Kunhang?” He ended with a laugh and a punch to his shoulder, he wasn't truly irritated until you joined in with your ugly little high pitched scream-like laughter. It sounded really forced, fucking attention seeking bitch.

Eunseok only said his real name for satirical reasons, did he think that he was a joke?

Some type of fucking loser?

You both didn't even see him as a real friend anymore.

“I'm just wondering when you both would talk to me. It was meant to be a group– hangout.” He hung on the word ‘group’ a bit as his crude eyes only met your own, not that same soft brown from when you first met him only 2 years ago.

“Aye, there's no need to be low. You could even join in.” He snickered as he attempted to punch your shoulder but you flinched, fuck he was going to get you for that.

You felt relieved as there was a sudden buzzing beside you from the couch cushion, Eunseok's light brown strands slightly tickle your nose as he reaches over to grab his phone.

“Ah, babe I gotta take this.” He pecks your lip but it wasn't left with love but with hate. Then, he fleeted towards the hallway and unintentionally slammed a random door. He yelled a “sorry”, at least.

Now, you could only stare at Hendery, focused on shuffling the cards with his skilled fingers as you thought about what you did only a few minutes earlier and the future. Your arms crossed against your chest as your back seeked comfort on the couch behind you.

“Why are you so silent, _______?” His tone seemed slightly sarcastic but you brush it off as over thinking.

“I'm just.. sorry..? For everything I've done." You can't even look him in the eye. You don't even say it as a statement either, it was more of a question. You don't intentionally leave him out, he just doesn't talk and when you confront him, he just denies it and runs away.

He was very.. passing for a person.

“For all those times, you left me out in the cold for hours because of Eunseok, the times where you would put your anger all against me.. Sweetheart, why don't you ever consider my feelings?” His arms slowly wrap around your waist with a squeeze, he lays his chin on your collarbone; his breath tickling your neck. The warmth of his lap brings you comfort as you laid snug against him.

“But Eu-”

You flinch as he raises a finger to your lips then places a sudden chaste kiss, causing you to yank your head away.

“I raise a single finger and you could only flinch away from your true love..” His hand lowers to your inner thigh with a sigh, you could only melt into his touch as he raved on and on into your ear about your ‘fucked up’ relationship whilst he feverishly grinds his hot erection on the curvature of your ass.

He might be correct about your own beloved boyfriend..

All those nights that ended with glass shards either stuck in a cut, on the ground, the bruises on your waist from the times he would pound you on your kitchen counter for hours; ignoring your pleas to stop just because you burnt the peas.

“C’mon and I'll treat you right once and for all? You could trust me right?” He reassured in your ear whilst he fiddled with the waistband of his black cargo pants with a lazy smirk.

You could only whimper a weak yes until he slapped your thigh with a bite at your neck, raising your tone into a scream.

“That's more like it..” He manages to tug his pants down as he gracefully lays you down on his white rug, you could feel your jean skirt slightly bunch. A smile tugs at his lips as your hands immediately attempt to cover the nature of the cuts on your thigh. Your eyes gather with tears once more as he traces your half healed scars with his finger; some blood even caked up on his tip.

“Kunhang, stop.” You squeaked but he only continued, a smile accumulating on his face.

You felt the bile raise in your throat once he swirled a crimson heart on your thigh, the disgust urked you enough to slap his hand away. You were quick to maneuver yourself on your elbows, Hendery's expression turned stoic just as quickly once he landed a harsh slap to your face.

“How fucking dare you?” He practically spat in your face.

“You're fucking crazy, Kunhang!” You attempted to yell but it came out as scratchy, it made you seen weaker as always. Managing to stand with the support of the couch, the pain of your scabs shot down your legs.

“Now I understand why he beats your fuckin’ ass, you stubborn little slut.”

His words shot deep into your soul, you felt choked up from the harshness. Your felt the spit accumulate in your mouth, your lips quivered, you couldn't cry..

“Whatever, I'm finding Eunnie, I'll give you a moment.” You attempt to muster a mature tone even though you used his cutesy nickname but it only comes up as a weak whisper when you shove past Hendery. You heard hurried footsteps behind you but you didn't bother as you muttered all types of curses under your breath. I mean what type of friend fucking does that?

You could only wince as you felt a brute force pin your face against the cold wall, you felt the warm bump of Hendery's erection against your lower back.

“Maybe you could muster up a little nickname for me too, yknow?” He tutted, you could imagine the smirk across his face.

He reached for the button of your skirt as he shoved it off once he heard the clean pop of it as you writhed, attempting to escape.

“Sweetheart, your stubbornness is the main reason why males like him beat on ya’, listen to me and it wouldn't be a problem.” You felt him rub his leaking tip against your unexpecting hole, causing a full twitch in your lower region and you could only grip and grab behind you for his shirt for leverage.

You cried out from the sudden stretch of his girthy cock in your clenched hole, you nearly pushed him out with aid of your slick but it only made him push harder.

“So fuckin’ tight.” He huffed into your neck as his hands found refuge around your waist with a squeeze. His member pulsated and stretched your hole out with every pound, his tip constantly hit your cervix as you ached.

Your cries only sounded like a melody to him and it only brought him closer to release. He then craned his neck to leave bites and hickeys along your the supple skin as you squealed and your legs only clenched together attempting to slow his harsh thrusts. Your ears were burning in embarrassment of the sounds that emitted out of you along with the sounds of his balls clapping against your wet heat along with the slick friction of his girth in your hole. You tuned it out but it only made you realize,

Eunseok was only in the other room... finishing his said call from earlier.

Your head wildly snapped back, attempting to blink your tears away, you scream whispered: “Hendery please!” you worried your lip between your teeth. In an attempt to nudge him away with your ass, he stilled for a second; giving you a sense of relief but only for a second once he slapped the back of your thigh.

“You want me so fuckin’ bad princess, m’ close and you're gonna take it all, alright?” His rasp grunt echoed through your empty head as he set an inhumane pace that'll leave your hole sore for who knows how long, his damp bangs feathering your jaw.

You stumbled over your words as you tried to warn him but the only thing you got in return was the feeling of his warm seed infiltrating your hole and the sound of a door opening.

part 2

#kpop smut #nct smut #smut #wayv smut #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #hendery smut #eunseok smut #riize smut #riize scenarios #eunseok scenarios #hendery scenarios #hendery #eunseok #riize fanfic #wayv fanfic #nct fanfic

[juvenillia]

Rammstein [headcanon for König]

a/n: @actuallyhiswife had a post about a Rammstein song fitting König and as a German metalhead who follows this band for a very long time I’m eager to share some of my culture with you guys. Tbh most of those songs are for a quite possessive and masochistic version of König, but tbh I can see that and I can’t wait to write some stalker!masochist!König inspired fics by those songs. I also attached a spotify link for every song.

tw/cw: suggestive content, mentions of cannibalism, smut, sex, piv, noncon, dubcon, possessiveness , power play, masochism, degradation, toxicity, manipulation, pain and more

If you want to know anything more about the specific songs or anything, just comment or message me.🩶

》 Masterpost 《

Ich tu’ dir weh

This song is about the pleasure of pain mixed with degradation and manipulation. A line translates into: “Your body is already distorted, but it doesn’t matter because everything is permitted that pleases. I’m gonna hurt you.” And, how a person (reader) is obsessed and dependent from another (König) and this person literally doesn’t care about it.  Another line translates into: “You’re completely devoted to me; You love me because I don’t love you. You gonna bleed for my salvation.”

Bück’ dich

This song is literally about submission and degradation. One line literally says: “I don’t care about the face, just bend over.”

Pussy

I have to add this one for obvious reasons. It’s just a song about having sex. I don’t think I need to really explain it, but I want to translate one of my favorite lines from that song that would fit König way too good. The line says: “Pretty Misses, do you desire more? Let’s have a blitzkrieg with my meaty rifle.”

Giftig

This song is literally about a toxic and dangerous relationship. A relationship that you can’t cut loose. So you rather destroy yourself with it than leave them. A line for example translates into: “The poison flows slowly into my blood, I start to see white lights and yes, somehow I do like it. There is simply no remedy.”  

Link 2 3 4

Originally this song was a statement to deny the accusations of the Band being part of the right scene in Germany.  But the marching beat (added as irony back then) is something I just find fitting. A line translates into: “They want my heart on the right spot, but then I look below, it beats left there”

Rein Raus

This song is just about having sex and fitting a very huge dick into a tight cunt. Yeah, I don’t need to explain that further. A line to translate: “You moan, I predict you: An elephant into a bottleneck.”

Mein Teil

This is literal song about cannibalism. (Was inspired by the criminal case by the cannibal of Rothenburg.) Won’t go into any further details because the song speaks for itself. A line to translate: “Today I will meet a gentleman; he likes me so much he could eat me up. Soft parts and even hard ones are on the menu”

Waidmanns Heil

A song that totally holds hunter/prey vibes. It's about the thrill during a hunt. About the ecstasy the hunter feels while chasing his prey, and about the power balance/play. A transalate of the very first lines: "I've been in heat for days, so I'm going to hunt myself a doe and I'll sit there until morning, that I can give it a chest hit."

Du hast

It's, as I believe, one of the most known songs outside of Germany because of the simplicity of its text. But we have a big double meaning here, because "Du has(s)t mich" can be translated into "you have me" or into "you hate me". It explores the detriments of marriage, and the developing separation and resentment drawn from a long-term relationship.

Bonus:

Bismarck by Sabaton – Sorry but I won’t argue about it, he does love that one! So I just needed to put it onto the list. If you don't know Sabaton, they make really cool power metal inspired by actual historical war victories, heroes and soldiers.

#cod mw x reader #könig x reader #könig mw2 #bd/sm masochist #cod x reader #rammstein #cod headcanons #könig headcanons #rammstein songs #konig x reader #dark smut

[ickadori]

++ 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐔

[summary] after trying your best to avoid inui and pretend he never existed, he suddenly shows up in your apartment to work things out.

[cws] yandere -> stalking, delusional behavior, mentions of murder, breaking and entering. allusions to noncon. gn reader.

“You’re crazy.”

“I’m in love with you.”

“You’re crazy.”

Inui laughs, pink lips splitting into a smile that seems far too angelic for the grim atmosphere. “No, I’m not.” He softly says, a deep sigh leaving him right after, shoulders sagging and lids lowering. “Nothing that I’ve done saw far could possibly label me as crazy.”

“You broke into my apartment—”

“—I have a key, that you gave me, mind you.”

“I changed my locks weeks ago, you fucking psychopath!”

You’re talking faster than you normally do, words stumbling over each other and jumbling together, and your heart is pounding, pulse racing, skin sweating profusely despite the AC being on full blast.

You’re scared.

“I want you to leave.”

“I want to work this out.” He completely ignores you, instead opting to settle himself down on the couch, arm stretching along the back of it as he settles his gaze on you. You used to get so giddy whenever he looked at you — Inui was beautiful, otherworldly, completely unreal even when you were laid in bed beside him and marveling at the way his lashes rested against the tops of his cheeks. It felt like some grand thing to have a man like him notice you; a man so out of your league that even your own mother had doubted the relationship in the beginning as being serious.

Now, after you saw inside him, saw past that perfect exterior, got a glimpse of the darkness that lingered just underneath the surface, his gaze only succeeded in terrifying you. It raised the hairs on the back of your neck, sent your heart lurching up into your throat, made your movements rushed and jumpy as your body screamed at you to run, get away.

He invoked a fight or flight response in you, and you had never once chose to fight. You ran every chance you could; changing phone numbers when he kept texting and calling, quitting your job and finding a new, remote one when he showed up after he could no longer reach your phone, shopping at a new grocery store when he took to going to the one you always visited, before finally choosing to make all your purchases online when he seemed to be at every single public place that you visited.

Your body screamed at you to run now, eyes darting to the front door that had been locked and bolted. There was a total of five locks (you could never be too careful, so you were told) and it would take you about 3 seconds to undo each one. 15 seconds. It would take you about 4 to reach the door from where you stood in the entry way to the bedroom. It would take Inui about 2 — he was closer, and his legs were longer. 19 vs 2.

Your heart lurches.

You had a window in your bedroom, 2 seconds to slam the door and turn the lock into place, 4 to get the window open and climb and plummet to your fucking death because this apartment o it had vacancies on the ninth floor when you had so hurriedly changed residences.

So fight then.

The thought makes you violently ill, and you wretch before slapping your hand against your mouth, tears pooling in your eyes that you quickly blink away, the drops sliding down your cheeks as you harshly breathe through your nose.

“Why are you panicking? We’re just talking.” Inui gives you a look of confusion. “Very calmly, too calmly if you ask me, considering that my girlfriend, whom I love very much, has been avoiding me for weeks.” He slowly stands from his seat, lithe fingers moving to straighten out his designer shirt before setting the thin chain around his neck straight. “Come sit do—or actually, we can talk in your room.”

“No!” Your hand leaves your mouth in an instant, and you outstretch your palms towards him, furiously shaking your head as you step forward on shaky legs. “W-We can talk out here.” It seemed like a terrible idea to let him into your bedroom, but the more pessimistic part of your reasoned that if he wanted to violate you in that way, he could do it in many more places than just your bedroom.

“Don’t do that.” He doesn’t stop his stride, loafers that likely cost more than an entire years worth of rent softly clicking against your wooden floors, and you’re frozen in your spot as he comes to a stop in front of you, eyes scanning your face before they finally settle on yours. “Don’t act like you’re scared of me.” He raises a hand and you flinch despite yourself, eyes unnaturally wide as he brushes his knuckles against your cheek.

“I-I…”

“You went snooping where you shouldn’t have and found some things, but that’s fine. I’m not mad. You were just curious.” His other hand comes up to touch the other side of your face, thumbs absentmindedly swiping at the dark circles under your eyes (thanks to him, no less), and your mind goes back to the ‘things’ you had found.

Guns… drugs… money… a fucking severed head that had been stowed away in a black garbage bag.

You feel like throwing up—you would have, had you been able to eat for the last few days, but every time you tried to force something down, that body-less head popped into your mind and stole your appetite.

You hadn’t gone to the police - you were too scared you’d end up in a bag, too - but maybe you should have. Maybe you should have cried to the closest detective and hoped and prayed that they convicted him, locked him away for good so that you never had to see his face again.

“Hey.”

His nose brushes against yours, blonde hair brushing against your cheeks, and you suck in a shuddering breath as your knees knock together. “You still love me, don’t you?” He smiles. “That’s why you didn’t go to the feds—you love me.”

Get the hell away from me, you want to say, scream it even. You want to tell him that no, you don’t love him, not after what you found, after you realized what he was capable of.

His lips press against your forehead, cold and damp, and a violent shiver runs up your spine, then back down, then up again, and it keeps going, until you’re just trembling in his hold, lips shaking and vision blurry as he cradles the back of your head with a hand. Is this the hand he used to cut that poor man’s head off? Or is it the other hand, the one drawing ‘soothing’ circles into your back.

“I missed you.” His lips brush against the shell of your ear as he speaks, and his hold is loose on you, even gentle, but it feels as if he’s crushing you, squeezing you tight and forcing all the air out of your lungs. It feels as if he’s killing you, slowly. “Holding you,” his hand slips down to grip the back of your neck. “Touching you,” he closes the last inch of space between the two of you, hips pressed flush to yours.

“Can you guess what I missed next?” You can hear the grin in his voice, and then he’s walking you back into your room, shushing your complaints and refusals with overwhelming kisses, hot touches and purposeful strokes.

++

#tokyo revengers x reader #inui x reader #funny little goofy inui piece bc i think he’d make a cool yan

[fooshiguros]

♡ miguel only has your best interest at heart he wants to make sure you’re safe

pairing. miguel o’hara x fem black!reader

cw. smut, cop!au, minors dni, noncon, stalking, manipulation, kinda abuse of power

Imagine getting out of the most tumultuous relationship of your life, and escaping your ex-boyfriend who was a complete and utter asshole. Moving out on your own to try and create some space between you both, except he won’t listen. Constantly stalking you and begging for you to take him back, the emotional manipulation is overwhelming so there’s nothing else you can do but call the police. They’re super understanding and explain that they deal with cases like yours on a daily basis, you end up getting an officer assigned to your case and that officer is Miguel O’Hara.

He’s the prime example of what a good police officer should be, he listens to you, he understands and he’s there for you. He gives you his personal phone number so you can call him “anytime.” night or day. He checks in on you regularly and makes sure that your ex isn’t hounding you, and at first he isn’t.

And of course your boyfriend would stop within 24 hours because Miguel has already gone to his address and threatened him, absolute fear stopping him from even attempting any kind of contact with you. But you don’t know that—

Miguel O’Hara isn’t the wonderful, top police officer you once thought he was, but you’re none the wiser.

He starts doing shit to make you believe that your boyfriend is still after you. Random phone calls throughout the day and into the night, when you answer there’s no one there at all, the only sound is gentle breathing on the other side of the line. He’s put a tracker in your phone so he can find exactly where you are whenever he wants, making sure he knows where you’re going and what you’re doing. He already asked for all the passwords to your social media earlier to make sure that your boyfriend wouldn’t contact you again and to read through the old messages as “evidence” but instead he’s using it to get a better picture of your life. To find specific information in order to manipulate you. When he found your iCloud Drive he thought he’d hit the jackpot. All those lewd photographs you’d obviously taken for your ex-boyfriend now in his possession. Greedy eyes roaming over them as he fists himself stupid to the thought of your lips wrapped around him, or splitting your tight little pussy on his cock.

It gets worse when you start hearing knocks at your front door, opening it to see no one there. The noises happening at random intervals, usually when you’re in the shower or getting changed. Almost like he knows when you’re indecent. The occurrences make you scared and you call Officer O’Hara every single time, and he comes each time without fail. Telling you how important you and this case is to him, how he wants to protect you and keep you safe. How he won’t let anything happen to you ever again.

Miguel spreads lies to you about your ex, mentioning bringing him in for questioning after finding him lurking outside your house (lie), finding your ex posting nasty malicious comments about you online (all him), threatening to release the dirty selfies you’d sent him (another lie) Miguel would never, you were his but the way your doe like eyes widened at the suggestion made him throb. Any way to make it seem like your boyfriend was the perpetrator when Miguel had already made him leave town weeks ago.

It all becomes too much when you receive a threatening text message, the words too personal, hitting too close to home as tears already begin streaming down your face. With nothing else to do you find yourself going to dial the one number you’ve learnt off by heart from the sheer volume of calls you’ve given him this past month. Sobbing on the phone about how you can’t do this anymore, that your ex won’t leave you alone and you’re scared.

The sound of your voice has his cock tightening against his slacks, tenting the fabric as he palms himself for relief, trying not to emit the groan that threatens to spill from the back of his throat. Swallowing thickly he replies, “I’m coming over right now.”

When he arrives he scoops you into his arms, holding you to his chest as you sob against him. Your tears dampening his work shirt as he holds you tightly, cooing in your ear about how you’re safe. Nothings going to happen to you while he’s around.

You don’t even want to think about spending the night alone at your house, not when your “crazy ex” could get you at any moment. He’s talking about how unprofessional it is for him to be here right now, but he just wants to look after you, to protect you. The words have you begging for him to stay, and this is exactly what he wanted. Having you need him, rely on him.

He’ll do whatever it takes to make you 100% dependent on him.

#miguel x you #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel smut #miguel ohara smut #miguel o’hara smut #spiderman smut #y/n smut #miguel x y/n #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel ohara x you

[siren-sashimi]

NSFW Alphabet with Jonathan Crane Headcanon list; [Nolanverse!Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow x reader]

Contents and warnings: Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow is a villainous character with a not so nice personality, so please keep in mind that the content ahead can get dark and uncomfortable. The reader is mostly gender neutral, ocassional afab specific sex practices, Anal sex, Unhealthy relationship, psychological powerplay, emotional dominance, dubcon/noncon, degradation, pregnancy scare, slight sexist language, stalking, threesome fantasy, brief mention of lactation kink, intrusion of privacy, drugs, undermining of autonomy, role play If you’re sensitive to, squicked out, or triggered by any of those contents, these contents generally being unsuitable for your emotional well-being and/or age, please do not read any further! You have been warned!

➸ A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) If you're a hookup, Jonathan is a deluxe jerk. Rolls off, showers, is surprised why you're still here. Get out, he has work tomorrow (or terrorizing Gotham in the next half hour, if he has the energy left).Even if he's smitten by you/at the beginning of a relationship with him, the best you can hope for is an post-coital smoke. And then he pushes you off the bed.

In an established relationship, Jonathan can and will do better. While still needing to learn thinking of anyone but himself, he will quickly wash up, the let you cuddle. After care will be more a clinical routine but when he notices how shaken you are after especially rough sessions, his voice will get lower and cooing, kissing your temple.

➸B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Bullying left Jonathan still a bit uneasy with his body. He does engage so much with intellectual activities, mostly engages in fitness mainly because because that's the medically correct thing for a healthy mind. But he prefers thinking more of a neat appearance rather than his body per se. By times he thinks he needs to gain some mass, or is extra picky with his suits, wanting to look more proportionate. He guesses he likes that his face turned out handsome. At least quiet a lot people who flirt with him compliment him for it. His hair isn't too bad either, at least a cut can give it a good shape.

For Jonathan's partner: Their eyes and neck. So much can be read fromthe eyes, the gate to the soul. Excitement, judgement, happiness, interest, calm, sleepiness, unease... fright, or adoration. Neck because he can grip it during sex or put on some cute collars or necklaces as gifts for you.

➸ C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) As we spoke of necklaces, Jonathan likes you wearing pearl necklaces~ When he cums on you, you still licking up the rest of the cum, that makes you look like the perfect little sub always eager to get all of their dom they can. His cum tasted a bit metallic, it can run thin when his workload gets too much. Prepare some fruits for him as daily snacks, it will automatically improve the taste and consistency.

Likewise he loves, loves licking you clean when you came. You're his, all his, so he can keep your taste a bit more on his tongue.

CW for mindgames during sex, prenancy scare, unprotected sex, dubcon Whereas not really into the idea of becoming a father, Jonathan loves to sometimes threat-play that he's going to knock you up, speaking out fantasies of the milk he would lick off from your titts, how daddy will make you a pretty mommy. He only does that when he didn't put on a condom because the uncertainty of any accident makes you nervous. Only actually cums in you when you're on your period, birth control, or when doing anal.

Doesn't mind you cumming on him, prefers cum on his thigh if you, desperate for his attention, rubbed yourself on him. Cumming on his chest is good as well.

➸ D = Dirty secret Fantasizes about many taboo scenarios with you: You if you were his college student begging to not fail classes. Non-consensual scenarios if you were strangers (especially with Jonathan as a superior abusing his power). You too drugged to disagree. You falling in love with the Scarecrow whereas you're clueless about his secret identity and you'd fall in love with both. Hey, why not fantasize about you in the middle of Jonathan and the Scarecrow? Oh, what about him taking you against your will in the Scarecrow outfit, without you knowing that it's him? Many ideas he can safely channel into role plays, making it all a little exciting.

Also loves the idea to have you in full sub lifestyle. Actually doesn't follow through because Jonathan wants more from a relationship than sex. Some one he can have intellectual debates with, engage in common activities. But the idea of putting you in skimpy clothing in your home, ready and needy whenever he feels like dominating...

At some point he coherces/subtly directs you to buy clothing and lingerie he likes to see you wearing.

➸ E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Moderate to advanced. Probably Jonathan wasn't exactly everyone's favourite guy in college either but away from bullies, away from a repressive, strictly religious childhood home, out of his ugly little duckling transformation, it was the time to experiment. Well, how wouldn't the guy on top of the class, slight arrogant attitude with that face, and these eyes getting his fair share? Since his arrogance and inconsideration cause either freeze or fight in another person, Jonathan is more used to little reissistance by his partner. Whereas he does love submissive partners in bed, in a relationship he needs to get told about as well as used to his partner's demands. Also needs the intellectual stimulant to deal with disagreement, and the normalcy of domestic life.

➸ F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) (Anything where you're helplessly bondaged.) Doggy style is nice because he can go deep, maybe pull his partner upright in his lap for them to do the work. Legs bent above his partner's head to reach even deeper. As counterintuitive as it sounds, Jonathan enjoys going down on their partner, mostly them laying half upright, relaxing under his tongue. Another thing he's proud about being good at. By times likes when his partner does anal on him. Likes to be taken from behind , the rest is a bit irrelevant.

➸ G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Jonathan doesn't have a single humorous bone in his entire body, even less so during sex. You getting cheeky it is just the perfect opportunity to discipline you later.

➸ H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) At most Jonathan shaves is his balls, a little bit of the area around his genitals for better blowjobs. Sine he grooms himself according to his high social status, he does the same to his nether regions. The hair down there is more curly but due to the grooming perfectly soft. Some hairs are auburn between the dark brown ones.

➸ I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Took a bit of work to get there although love making isn't too rare with Jon. After all, he went through a terrible childhood deprived of affection, kindness and safety. A romantic relationship is a compensation for Jonathan. Someone he can get hugged by, pampered a bit, give affection to and receive affection from, a place, a person who will mean comfort and a structured life. When he means to earnestly cultivate a relationship with his partner he really wants them and himself to commit to a shared intimacy none else can get from the other. Even during rougher sessions, Jonathan likes to keep eye contact, for checking, observing, examining how his partner reacts. Even kisses your temple, liking to assure you that he knows best how to take care of you. In a long term relationships, cuddling after sex can get sweet without being saccharine. Jonathan will then cradle you, running his fingers through your hair, and likes to exchange some sweet little nothings. Likes when you massage his scalp. Even such a clever, ever curious brain needs some relaxation.

➸ J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Not kidding, jacks off when celebrating something important in his life. Got his PhD title? Indulgent jack-off sesssion. Scored a date with someone he really desires? Indulgent jack-off session. Payraise? Jacking off. On casual weeks, when not in a relationship he does it maybe once or twice, mostly out of habit.

In a relationship, when he either feels like it or wakes up with a boner, Jonathan just grabs you. Why do it himself if you're right there? When you're out of town or reach for a while, he will repress the urge but get you to do phone sex as soon as possible. To have some extra backup for his jerk off session.

➸ K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) This man is so, so, so kinky. The list of his kinks is non exhaustive. ✧Choking. Quiet controlled since he had to take some anatomy classes for his pharmaceutical qualification. Knows exactly how far he can go. ✧Definitely dominant, if not sadistic by time. Will cultivate your submissive streak into full bloom so he can entirely dominate your sessions. When you get to fuck into Jonathan, Jonathan still powerbottoms and directs you in your actions. ✧Degradation, of course. This man has an ego big enough for an appartement complex. ✧Dirty talk. While a bit awkward at first, you have to get used to Jonathan's habit of using cultured, academic vocabulary. Don't be duped through, Jonathan can conjure scenarios of the smuttiest filth possible, capable of talking very crudely. Likes to hear himself talk, talking about himself - by g-d he's so creative and dirty, sometimes you almost cum by the images Jonathan conjures alone. ✧Free use: For you that means that really have to be avaible whenever Jonathan has untamable urges. Maybe makes exception when you have to cook or do some manual labour which requires attention, are on deadlines but if you can take breaks inbetween... why not use your breaks for him? For Jonathan free use means that he will happily receive a blowjob anytime, or will have you beg for him touching or you dry humoing him for attention. ✧ A big fan of role play. Honestly, the man has an entire mental catalogue of taboo or risqué fantasy scenarios (him a priest, you a chaste num, you a college grad begging for a better grade you'll need to really work for, you a patient who's boundaries he violates, him as a judge who gets corrupted by the desperate defendant...). Gets you into acting these out. CNC are often an element of them. ✧Intoxication. No need for hard drugs although he has had sex on an LSD-induced trip during college. Sometimes, when the mood is right being a bit tipsy together makes the warmth of the other more blissful. Lighter drugs are ok too, Jonathan's convinced he has mastered the dosage. Likes to slip in aphrodisiacs too when both of you have no appointments coming up on the next day. Once used, with your consent, sleeping pills to try out somnophilia and dubcon kinks. Jonathan does dabble with the idea of trying out his anxiety inducing toxins but the idea of him terrifying you raises resistance in him. After all, he adores you, wants to share a home he didn't have as a child. ✧Toys. (See T for toys.) ➸ L = Location (favorite places to do the do) For someone with control freak tendencies, Jonathan enjoys the thrill of maybe getting caught. Mostly he does check the surroundings well enough to know what to do in order to not get caught. At home, bed, couch, shower, bathtub, sofa, armchair, maybe table top, all stable surfaces are game. But his office, or the car is also an option. And if the weather and Jonathan's mood align, on a day of heavy rain he will pull in an abandoned alleyway or tunnel to give you head or take you from behind.

➸ M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Jonathan is a lapsed catholic, it's not too complicated to wake his arousal. While more a fan of doing it with a stable partner, people showing some kind of submissiveness wake his interest. (It doesn't matter how they behave in public, as long as he can sense that they're probably sexually submissive...) In private, when you admit that you're sexually needy, he lets stew a bit, he already knows what's happening in the next 10 minutes. Oh yeah, and because Jonathan is an egocentric prick, he does fall for people he finds attractive and give him (scientifically informed) compliments for his work.

➸ N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Whereas experimental, Jonathan won't do anything inflicting physical or psychologically impactful or even long lasting/permanent damage. Will also only ever use methods or toys he knows how to use. Bodily fluids are limited to saliva, tears, breastmilk, and cum. Stops when you use your safeword or begin panicking/hyperventilate. After the session he does ask you if you'd like to try it again. If you decidedly tell him that you would not want to do that ever again, he will drop it.

Jonathan enjoys compliments about his intellectual accomplishments but remains a bit squirmy when anything physical but his eyes gets complimented.

➸ O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) For such an egocentric man, it's a bit of a surprise but he likes to dish out as much as he likes to be served. A pretty 50-50-situation in terms of giving and receiving. If not giving a bit more than receiving.For one, Jonathan genuinely likes giving oral. Likes to hear how good he is. Has to be said that he earned his praise for what he does with lips, tongue and fingers.

Eats a balances diet (studied a lot about the human body for his pharmacological direction) so his penis and cum taste good.

➸ P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) While loving the game-aspect of fore- or roleplay, making it all sensual, Jonathan is normally a bit more rough and dominating. Wants you to remember who touched you. Yet, doing things slowly, in an erotic manner isn't rare for him either. Takes his time to kiss and exploring his partner's body.

➸ Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Barely does or likes it. Jonathan likes to take his time, enjoys the attention directed towards him, making his partner quiver and whimper. Might grab you when he's agitated but even then sessions go for longer.

➸ R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) From an outsider's perspective Jonathan's experimental, from his own perspective, he's acting within a natural, well controlled environment. Kinks are natrual parts of sexuality, they just need to be in snych with a partner's liking. Fancies himself knowledgeable enough about the human mind and body to explore the things he wishes to explore. Also thinks that he knows how to master and organize a room/environment so that even more public spaces are safe for sexual encounters. Jonathan has lot of confidence in his use of drugs, surroundings, toys, etc. whereas in actuality, reality might be more shrouded...

➸ S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Pretty good. Can go for about 3 rounds a day. If you were separated for longer, Jonathan can gor for 4 rounds in a row. On some free days you probably had more sex than meals.(Not in a sex god way but more in a very horny, lazy sunday way.)

➸ T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Has dictated which ones he allows you to use, also likes to see how you tease yourself with them while he watches you and is seemingly unfazed. For himself, Jonathan also uses some toys like a little vibrating egg, or anal beads. If you're in need for one, he got a strap on for you to use on him.

➸ U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) This is the king of foreplay. Can make you cum only by foreplay if he wants to. Remember, Jonathan likes his dearest somewhat at his whim, and if they're needy, they're more eager to please to make sure he will give them what they want from him. So he might speak in innuendos or say something shockingly raunchy in a mater-of-fact tone that makes your libido spike from 0 to 110%. When you approach him with your horniness, Jonathan is cruel enough to make you wait until he reacts to your advances.

➸ V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Can control his volume, but usually quiet vocal. Grunts lowly and breathes heavily while in public/semi-public spaces and puts a hand on your mouth to keep you quiet. Might whisper some absolute filth into your ear though. In private, Jonathan moans, sighs, talks dirty, even growls while cumming. Likes to hear how loud he can make you moan...

➸W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) The cross necklace stays on during sex. Ironically has a pretty healthy relationship towards sex. To elaborate: The actual unsavoury aspect about a relationship with him is the emotional aspect of him needing to some extent dominate, and control his partner. But when it comes to sexuality, Jonathan in knowledgable enough about psychology and sexuality that he's not judgemental about kinks, preferences, and sexual diversity. (Diversity win, the mad scientist is chill about sexuality....)

➸ X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) A pretty cock. A bit above average, a bit wider gridth than usual, has a rose pink tip, and sleek surface. Simply lovely to look at. Feels very good in your mouth.

➸ Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) He grew up Catholic. After he moved out of his grandmothers, all free to do as he pleased, Jonathan lives out all his repressed sexual guilt and teenage horniness. Jonathan does like to think of himself as refined enough, enjoys seduction, and creativity in the bed, and thinks a bit too clincally about kinks and sexual needs to act like a horny teenager but... boy, once he gets his hands on someone, Jonathan will try out everything they're both willing to do. You pick him up from work? Let's explore the thrill of getting caught in the office. Dinner on boring charity- or pharma-company meetings? Let's try not getting caught while he fingers you under the table. You just came back from work and want to shower? Jonathan will be the sweet boyfriend who helps you wash - just to get you dirty all over again.

➸ Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Depends on the time of day. in the morning or if he needs to finish some work at home, Jonathan cuddles for a bit, then gets back up to work. If you've sex in the late evening, waits until you fall asleep first or are sleepy enough to not likely get up again. Likes to sleep with you together.

#Jonathan Crane x reader #Nolanverse!Scarecow x reader #Scarecrow x reader #Batman smut HC

[hana-no-seiiki]

tw/cw: yandere themes, drugging, mention of noncon, depression, suicide. y/n kinda a masochist. unedited and written in like 20mins.

DERRICK KNEW YOU LOVED PLAYING HARD TO GET.

It was no problem really, he in turn loved chasing after you. But it was time for this game of yours to end. College didn’t last forever after all, and he knew that with your grades and other qualifications, you’d be leaving somewhere he couldn’t reach.

Your attitude was understandable. You two started off your ‘relationship’ with bickering about academics. People were assigned shifts as to who had to tear you two apart before it got physical.

Whoever’s side they might be on, everyone agreed that it was peculiar how the two of you acted towards one another. You were kind, almost a pushover at times but tended to be headstrong and stubborn when it came to Derrick. Whereareas Derrick never participated and usually went with the flow of things, uncaring of what grades he got, but only ever argued about his thoughts and opinions when he was grouped with you.

You were like destined enemies.

Until, one day, you gave him your hand.

His mental had been in an all time low. He last attempt had gone wrong and he was rescued before any irreparable harm was done. At that time he couldn’t help but hate any concern shown to him.

Any concern but yours.

It was brief, agonizingly short. The caress of your (soft/callused) skin on his cheek before you squeezed his hand, mouthing words he’ll never forget,

“Stay stubborn, slacker.”

And you disappeared.

You two weren’t close by any means. You even chose to insult him again and dig at his greatest insecurity. But your concern was there,

and he didn’t hate it for some reason.

Confused over his feelings, Derrick found himself too distracted to dwell on self hatred. Soon his venomous words he spat at you at the daily turned flowery, heck, sappy at times.

You’d stare at him in group activities, which you were somehow always forced to do with him, like a ticking time bomb. Waiting for the moment he explodes and tell you everything that was wrong with your idea.

But instead he smiles, telling you how wonderful it was and that he fully supports it. Surprising not just you but your entire class that everyone went dead silent.

After that day, which most thought was a fluke, he still continued his attempt at your heart. Accompanying you to every class of yours, even if the schedule clashed with his and he’d have to run two buildings away after escorting you.

At some point, people assumed it was just his way of saying sorry for how he acted, but he couldn’t have that! So he began actively giving you gifts and food items as well. Clothes and accessories were his favorite. When you’d reluctantly accept it and wear it to class he’d melt on the spot. People could finally relax when you two were together. Everything was going great.

Everything was going great but to you.

You actually, well, liked Derrick’s approach when it came to your discussions. It annoyed you when people were just ‘alright’ with what you brainstormed and whatnot. You adored it when they could find faults so that you knew when you tried again you could at least improve upon it.

And goddamn it did you have such a crush on Derrick because of his behavior.

You were glad he was so distracted with being rude on a daily basis that he doesn’t the blood rushing throughout the many places of your body when he spoke crap. So relieved he didn’t catch that massive grin on your face after you tried comforting him. So utterly grateful to all that is holy for the times people tore you two apart before you could start groping him all over.

This Derrick? The Derrick that was all sunshine and flowers? He wasn’t the Derrick you liked.

And so you ignored him. While he turned brighter, you only grew dimmer. You’d excuse yourself from anywhere you knew he’d be in to avoid interactions. You’d demand the teachers give you a new group to be in.

Derrick soon found out about the situation and despite your friends saying it in a mournful manner — completely in grief for your love life, he saw it as the green light. The go ahead sign. Ignoring the fact that it was his personality that you were interested in and hyperfixating on the fact that you liked him in that way at all.

It was the end of the year party. You were quite the drunkard so all he had to do drop a little something into one of your drinks. Your friends somehow trusted him with taking you home.

That night, as you lied in bed with his seed flowing down your thighs. He knew you’ll never leave him.

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