#dub con for ts
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yet again thinking about wriothesley but i'm thinking about old perv wriothesley duke of the fortress of meropide administrator in charge of your prison sentence and your punishments and all of the humiliating things he makes you do that no other inmates are subjected to. it's nice of him, you suppose, to have you as his personal assistant so you don't need to do heavy labour (he'd chuckled, quirked an eyebrow; 'and ruin those pretty hands?' he'd said. 'have you out there for anyone to take advantage of in a dark corner? and hurt yourself? no, sweetheart. you're better off here. it's a much better job for someone as . . . green as you are.')
but you don't know how you feel about the uniform you have to wear. he furrows his brow when you voice a quiet, squeaky complaint, and you're too scared to do it again so you wear the short tight skirt that emphasises the curve of your hip and the little pouch of your tummy, the blouse that's just too small to button over your chest without popping a few off, the stockings that dig into the pudge of your thighs, fiddle with the garters--
and you don't wear underwear, because three times a day wriothesley comes over to your desk and makes you climb onto your desk and spread your thighs for him for an 'inspection'. just to make sure you're taking care of yourself. just to make sure you're not letting anyone between your legs, to make sure that you're just as pretty as he remembers. thumbs spreading the lips of your labia wide, breath hot against your sensitive folds, mouth murmuring so close to your clit you can barely stand it, fingers prodding against your entrance with chuckles about how tight you are and how cute it is when you get wet for him like this and tremble and whine and sniffle--
yep. wriothesley pats your cunt as he stands up, the chains and rings sending a shock through your over-sensitive exposed folds. just a routine inspection, sweetheart, he tells you as he adjusts his trousers. no funny business. just doing his duty. just making sure you're being good.
#nat.txt#dub con for ts#non con for ts#abuse of power for ts#not sfw text#genshin impact posting#chubby reader posting#dark content for ts
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lucas is too nice. how do i get him to be competitive with me as his captive and in addition to that how do i get him to call me a brat and pin me down
"lucas is too nice" [the camera cuts to lucas splitting a camper's head in half with an axe. he hauls the body over his shoulder and whistles as he takes it towards his store room, where it will be carefully hacked into pieces and made into cuts of meat a little more palatable for cooking].
if you really want to be competitive, offer him a 'reward' if he wins whatever the competition that you concoct is. if it's you on the other end of it, he'll be very willing to pull out literally any tricks he can. if you want him to call you a brat and pin you down . . . tease him a little bit, and make it clear that you know you're teasing him. wear just his shirts, brushing the tops of your thighs. lean too close to him, press yourself against him - and pull back when he goes to take things further. eventually, he'll get very frustrated and he'll see it as his only option!
alternatively, if you want him to be even rougher than that . . . push your boundaries. this one's dangerous; better hope that lucas likes you a lot, because if he doesn't you might also end up in a freezer. but . . . do things you're not supposed to. open doors and stand in the fresh air, too close to running for him to be comfortable. try and get his weapons down from where they're mounted on the walls. push him a little when he starts clamming up, ask uncomfortable questions, until he has no choice but to remind you that you're supposed to be his sweet, obedient, loving little house spouse - and his only option there, of course, is to do it with brute force. you might end up with a broken wrist for your troubles. tread carefully!
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a somewhat unfriendly reminder to fucking tag stuff like non-con/dub-con
idk how mfs sleep at night knowing they find ts appealing you shouldn't be ALLOWED to write it at all but here we fucking are 😐 that aside not everyone's comfortable reading about that shit so TAG it so we don't fucking see it
please unfollow or block me if you read/enjoy non-con, dub-con, or blatant assault in fics. if you do you're fucked up and i hope you have an identity crisis that leaves you mentally exhausted and worn out bc of the guilt you feel.
#rants#mentions of non-con and dub-con#tw noncon#triggers#oughdhhdhdhdd#i hate it when ppl don't tag shit like this#and tbh ts shouldn't be ALLOWED at all on ANY platform#don't get me started on ao3 😐#i've seen fucking CP on there#don't fucking do that
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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 — 𝐫𝐮𝐢 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), this is a darker fic, dub con for a bit, drug use ( LSD ), voyeurism and exhibitionism, Tsukasa involvement, suggested Kaito x reader too, very small amount of RuiKasa, all characters featured are aged 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ i haven’t written in a while so i may be kind of rusty. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3
“Rui, something’s wrong —“
why was everything so loud? even the way he pants, his swollen lips parted and hovering inches from your face, the moans that slip free as hot air fans the apples of your cheeks in furious, little puffs— that shouldn’t have been audible over the blaring carnival music that washes around you, but you could hear every break in his breath. you could pick apart his vulgar whimpering, and you thought you might even be able to trace each note that lives within it with the tip of your finger, if only your wrists were not bound with what felt like silk ribboning, you would. due to his candy obsession, his warm breath usually tasted of sweets, but this time was different. the scent of sugar clinging to his tastebuds was so intense that you could taste it on your own.
“Nothing’s wrong, darling,” Rui assures with the shape of his mouth brushing over your countenance. he leaves a wildfire of sensation in the wake of his soft tiers, allowing them to dance over the tip of your nose and tease your mouth, that chased them. “Everything’s perfect.” your head had been swiveling, trying to look past the blinding, rainbow lights to try and decipher where you were. it didn’t look like Rui’s room anymore. in the center of the room, you were suspended in the air ( you only recently realized this when you dropped your head back and found yourself dangling helplessly, jostled in tandem with Rui’s fervent pounding into your guts ), but if you try to follow the slithering silks that coil around your arms and legs, you find they disappear into an abyss— there was no ceiling.
what were those silks connected to?
how were you being supported, exactly?
“Oh, you feel good…” he purrs, biting down on his lower lip hard, passing a sultry whine through his teeth as he savors how your body feels from the inside. “Yes, yes, yes…” he always got lost in you, reveling in how tight you clamped around him, and the way your recoiled in response to his pounding.
then, as your hazy eyeline scanned every inch of the environment, you spotted an audience. once again, however, beyond the chairs and silhouettes of their heads, you could see not a single detail. you knew they were there, because you could hear them. gasping, laughing, cheering.
this wasn’t happening.
you were going crazy.
“I think you gave me too much…” you mewl, curling your toes, but it did little to relieve the pressure Rui was forcing into your body. your head rolls, heavy on your shoulders, and you look back up at him. maybe if you focus on him, you thought, you could get control of yourself. but Rui didn’t even look like Rui. had he changed clothes? you’d most certainly have remembered if he’d met you at the door in a three piece suit and a black top hat balancing precariously askew on his head. it was as if he was part of this world you saw swirling around you, this wicked circus.
“F—fuck, Rui I’m seri— serious—“ you were groaning, though, panting with vulgar delight because it feels so good. Rui had always been a phenomenal lay, but it was always miles better when the two of you were tripping; it was like his fingertips were made of electricity, sending an unbelievable voltage of pure pleasure everywhere they touched.
and usually, Rui was good about measuring out each hit to make sure you could control your trip, but this time was different. at first, you’d looked at your dose and thought it wouldn’t be so bad. but everything got weird when his friend, Tsukasa pulled out his phone. “T—turn the lights on,” you beg, closing your eyes tight. “I—I need to come down.”
“Shh, shh, shh…” Rui croons, both, gloved fists wrapped around the ribbons that bind you. he used that leverage to pull you into his thrusts so he slammed home harder, smacking his hips into yours when he bottoms out, and you cry out loud, clenching your fists. “You’re missing all the lovely sounds,” he mewls, a cherry tint on his cheeks. his golden gaze had been blown out by pitch black pupils, so when you squint and try to meet his eyes, you’re sucked into the depth of his desire for you. you open your mouth to speak, to reiterate your point: you wanted this trip to be over, but his warm fingers clamp over your mouth, muffing your plea, and your eyes widen, “I want the others to hear how wet your sweet, little pussy is, too.”
the others?
for a moment, you’re perplexed. you could only remember that Tsukasa fellow. your eyes dart behind his left shoulder, and catch the two figures. Tsukasa and… someone else. a taller man, perhaps a year or two older than Rui. he has his hands clasped together in front of him, and his head cocked to one side. his features are surprisingly soft, as if the sound of your body squelching and your muffled whimpering is a beautiful symphony and he was listening intently.
you didn’t recognize him.
when had he shown up?
Tsukasa, on the other hand, was staring with big eyes and crimson cheeks, his eyeline jolting back and forth to the rhythm of Rui’s rocking hips, and you realize he must be watching his friend slide in and out with every thrust. he looks hungry.
“Rui, didn’t you promise Tsukasa something?” the other one asks, knowingly glancing to Rui, who doesn’t deny it. “So long as he brought your guest here?”
Rui snickers, glancing over his shoulder, and you do the same, staring at a very flustered Tsukasa. “Well, you certainly won’t be able to touch her from all the way over there.” you blink, bemused, and grip the silk restraints, arching your back— you want to bring Rui’s attention back to you so you can shake your head, give him a signal to let him know that this was not something you were agreeing to, but when he looks back to you, sees you shaking your head, he coos, “Ah, don’t worry! I’ll teach him how to play with you the way you like.”
everything happened way too fast.
from Tsukasa stumbling over, staring at your body with blown out pupils, grasping one finger of his glove in his teeth to pull it off as his other hand reaches for your breast. the black silk is warm when he gropes a handful of you, hard and needy.
“She’s soft, right?” Tsukasa is already nodding, agreeing with him before the question fully leaves his lips. Rui giggles, grasping his friend’s bare wrist once the glove is discarded and guiding his hand between your legs. “Wait until you feel her cunt. Her plushy, little clit is just like a moan button.”
in this moment, you hated that Rui knew exactly how to find it, because he pushed Tsukasa’s thumb against it, swiping skillfully to guide his clearly less experienced friend into the rhythm he knew would drive you crazy, resting his chin on Tsukasa’s shoulder to stare at you from behind his golden tendrils. Tsukasa’s eyes widened in awe as you whimpered into Rui’s glove, your eyelids slitting. the pad of Tsukasa’s thumb was rougher than Rui’s, and it scraped in just the right way to have you reeling.
“See?”
“Woah…” Tsukasa stared, rubbing harder. Rui can’t help but let out a strangled moan, because you were clamping down on him, throbbing.
“Keep doing it just like that,” he breathes heavily in Tsukasa’s ear, encouraging his friend, “She’s clenching like crazy… She likes it.”
you couldn’t even pretend he was wrong, either. your thighs were trembling in their binds, your eyelids fluttering, your head falling back. Rui allows it to, releasing your mouth and you expel a loud, flustered yowl, “F—ff—uck!” you no longer cared about coming down, or even minded that they hadn’t cared whether or not you consented to Tsukasa’s involvement, wanted him to touch you.
now, you didn’t want him to stop.
“M—more,” you whisper, back arching as you squirm, “more, more. C—close…”
Rui’s hand seeks out your throat instead, gripping it to hold you in place so he can plant his feet and drive himself into you in erratic, happy thrusts. he squeezes, crooning as his eyes threaten to close, too, but they remain, heavily lidded and hazy, on you. “Ah… Tsukasa, you’re going to make her cum!” Rui exclaims through heavy panting, “Don’t stop yet, she feels so tight!”
Tsukasa didn’t seem like he had even considered stopping. gritting his teeth, furrowing his brow, he leans over you more, desperate to watch your face contort in pleasure, while his fingers work furiously at the same, rapid-fire pace against your twitching clit. had you been sober, you might’ve even moaned and asked if he played the piano, what with how precise his fingering was, but you weren’t. not even close.
you gurgled and wheezed out pathetically adorable moans as Rui choked you harder, teasing your windpipe to experiment with how much pressure it took to make you sputter, as he fucked every, single lingering thought out of your head.
“Cum for me,” Tsukasa whimpered, needy, as he buried his face in your breasts to suck on them. he didn’t mind that he and his friend were in a game of Twister, entangling with one another in order to both touch you, but Rui didn’t either. he’d allowed Tsukasa to worm in between his body and yours, so long as he didn’t break the join at your sex, and Rui’s chin digs into Tsukasa’s shoulder. you can even see, blurry when you lift your head, his teeth sinking into Tsukasa’s neck every so often, as he allows a moan to vibrate against his flesh. they were both so close to you, both tethered to you. “Please cum hard for me!”
it made you dizzy.
“Cumming…” you croak, and Rui tightens his grip. he must be, too, spurred by how your walls milk him.
“Say my name,” Tsukasa begs, his strumming never once wading up, “say— say that it’s for me…”
“I— I’m cumming for you, Tsukasa!”
that was all that you could muster before you completely unravel into nonsensical babbling and yipping, and writhing. it feels good, so good you’re overloading, and your nails claw at the silks coiled around your wrists.
Rui follows right along behind you, releasing your throat to grasp himself and pull free from your depths so he can slot your folds around his girth as he cums, rubbing his cock between them, his release leaving your sex stickier, and smelling of him.
Tsukasa heard your soft, nearly coherent plea for him to ease up on your hyper sensitive nub, and he obeys, allowing his fingers to dip downwards and gather Rui’s release from between your nerherlips on the tips of his digits. he slides his first, two fingers inside of you, biting down on his lip to muffle a sordid moan when your walls spasm around the new intruders.
“Do you still want to come down?” Rui teases. he’s come around to squat down so he’s face to face with you, petting your hair back before peppering your temple with sugary kisses. you shake your head, weakly.
this world, whether it was a figment of your trip, conjured by too many drugs working overtime in your system, or it really did exist inside of Tsukasa’s cellphone like he claimed, had taken its toll on you, but you no longer cared.
you’d given into the euphoria, and you were enjoying it now.
Rui giggles, his mouth traveling south to kiss your cheek, and then the corner of your mouth, before you finally turn to catch his lips in a passionate lock. you can only hold it for a second before you need to catch your breath, and Rui’s tongue glides along your parted lips. “You want to ride it out? Be a tough, little cookie?”
you nod, smiling, cumdrunk and filled with too much pleasure to turn it down.
“She agreed, just like you said she would.” the mysterious man who’d been watching had moved closer, running svelte, gloved digits over your trembling ankle in butterfly caresses, and hummed, pensively.
Rui beams, nodding as he kisses your mouth, “Mm, I know my girl fairly well. Isn’t that right, darling?”
“More, please…” you whispered, softly, “I want to cum again…”
Rui chortles, and looks up at Tsukasa, still smitten with your sex, and, voice like a bell, croons, “Don’t worry, my little marionette. Tsukasa is going to have you now. And then, Kaito here, will do the same. You’ll be so fucked out by the time you come down, you’ll be a trembling, drooling mess.” Rui swoons at the thought, his smile wide and mischievous, but you mirror it with an entranced, lazy simper, nodding happily to each word. “And I promise, you’ll never want to leave from right here once you’ve taken all three of us.”
#I am very high so if this shit don’t make sense 😡 PRETEND IT DOES#rui#rui x reader#rui x you#rui smut#rui kamishiro#rui kamishiro x reader#rui kamishiro x you#rui kamishiro smut#project sekai#project sekai x reader#project sekai x you#project sekai smut#tsukasa tenma#tsukasa tenma x reader#tsukasa tenma x you
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Fic guidelines..
What/Who I’ll write for- that kinda stuff/Etc..
What I’ll write..
Yes.
I accept requests concerning.. fluff! Angst, smut, really anything that’s not on my no list.. but if you’re unsure, ask.
No.
Pedophilia, Zoophilia, Drugs (that excludes weed- maybe shrooms), Substance Abuse- depends on how you ask. js ask.. idk, SMUT FOR MINORS. NO, extreme Gore, Cannibalism, Scat, or Watersports, Non-con/dub-con, rape- I will NOT have y’all asking me to write out rape scenes no ma’am 😐. Suicide.. in detail, but if you wanted to ask abt like some angst regarding it (like some grief maybe maybe).. Yeah. (Definitely there is more, I’ll likely add as I go y’all I’m trying to hurry ts up so I can get to writing)
Who I’ll write for..
I’ll write for any fandom mostly- but to name a few..
Jjk. ☆
Spiderverse. ☆
Aot.
Csm.
Mha.
Baldur’s gate.
Marvel.
Dc. ☆
Genshin. ☆
Honkai.
Obey me. ☆
Now of course you can ask for anything outside of these- idc.. these were really just to give you guys an idea of what to ask for pookie 😭
Asks/Requests..
Y’all- all I ask is that you understand that I’m really just doing this for fun and because I literally have nothing better to doo 🫣 I’m sorry if I don’t see sum you ask for or it takes a little bit longer for something to be published! I might be busy sometimes or forgetful so… BUT ANYWAYS- DASSIT ✌🏾
#m i m i.#micah writes •*☆*•#mimi writes •*☆*•#angel writes •*☆*•#guidlines#who I’ll write for and stuff#idk what else to tag#across the spiderverse#into the spider verse#jjk#chainsaw man#marvel#dc#genshin impact#honkai star rail#obey me#aot#my hero academia#baldur's gate 3
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Meme: Top 10 AO3 works vs Personal Top 10
Rules: List your "top 10" (or up to 10 if you haven't written that many) fics ranked by kudos on AO3. Are you surprised by what's most popular to your readers? Then, under a cut, provide your ranking of your personal top 10 fics (with explanations if you want!), and then tag a few fellow writers!
@thisbluespirit tagged me a wee while ago but I was travelling and now I'm not. :-)
These are all The Sentinel except for the last which is Maiden Rose
Reverently and Discreetly
A Modern Kind of Guy
Bearing the Mark
The Children of Cascade
Restraint
Hell of a Town
Right Memory
Family Business
A Thin Strand of Winter
Fall Fly Laugh
The main thing I notice about the above is that they are almost all longfic, (or what counts for it in my world of Brevity is Good) and a good number of them are all notably tropey in a recognisable fan favourite way. (Restraint is short but is also light bondage porn, say no more!) I think of these, Family Business and A Thin Strand of Winter are among my personal favourites, although I'm definitely proud of the worldbuilding I did for my Children of Cascade stories.
A more personal top ten would go as follows, in no particular order:
Family Business and A Thin Strand of Winter as noted above
That Bloody Callan (Callan in case the title doesn't give it away, and a gen ficlet)
How Strange the Change (Maiden Rose. Oh look it's a ghost story and a death story!)
Walking the Maze (TS, brief Alex/Jim/Blair, what can I say? but also plot)
The Grand Tableau (TS, a misery-wallow non-con/dub-con death-fic extravaganza, so totally on brand. I'm actually quite proud of this because I wrote it to work out my feelings about my mother's Alzheimer decline and death but I think I balanced out the personal and actually making Jim and Blair themselves pretty well)
New Age Woo (TS, complete fluff and just fun. Plus it wrote itself)
Kings or Knaves (TS. And speaking of writing itself, 40k words of blackmail and angst and burglary in Regency England.)
Nobody Knows Me At Home Any More (The Professionals, actual plotting, and a story that ties in one theme that's also important in Family Business, namely the relationship between adult children and their parents, nothing personally of interest here, please move along, thanks so much.)
Her Flowers to Love (Sapphire and Steel, but not about them at all. My Eleanor back-story fic)
The main thing I notice here is that there's more short form fic, and more, well, death. I have my quirks, yes?
No pressure at all, but I tag @sullendragon, @dont-rain-on-my-barricade, and @afrogeekgoddess
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miko | she/her/they | 18 | 🇸🇴🇯🇵🇩🇴 | ♒️♒️
contents: short fics + headcanons, somewhat nsfw and sfw , all charas are 18+
inbox : depends on what it is
okay so! i do write for all POC and body sizes so i’m not gonna write anything that says “he picked me up as if i weighed nothing” or “ he ran his fingers through my hair” or anything of that nature 😭.
i only write for anime’s that i’ve watched already so if you request something that i never watched before then i won’t answer.
age doesn’t matter on this page i don’t really care about the “MDNI” thing it doesn’t do anything but i will put warnings for things so you can scroll if you don’t want to read that certain thing.
i don’t really spell check or do word checks or anything i just write, i do write NSFW but i do have boundaries for things i do not write. if the character is under age they will have to be aged up.
i write GN x character (i’ll try my best not to mention anything about body’s) , fem reader x fem character, dom reader x sub character , fem reader x male character. but if you do not specify the gender in a request i will automatically put female reader. i do specify sexuality if asked. Such as bi!fem reader x male character and more. i mostly write for underrated characters, such as marc snuffy from blue lock and i will make a post of fandoms that i will write for!
i am currently working on a book called Hanako’s nightmare of fabrication i’ll write the first 5 chapters and post them all on the same day.
I will make separate post for different things such as rules and fandoms. hopefully you enjoy
(literally DIED typin ts out 😭😭)
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Hey! You don't have a post stating what you won't write.
Is there anything you're not comfortable with talking about?
omg you’re right! sorry, i’m still new to this tumblr thing lol 🫣
anyways, here’s what i’m uncomfortable with writing:
*nc*st;
non-con/dub-con;
scenarios in which a member h*ts the reader outside the bedroom;
horror/bl*od related stuff;
this is what i can think of right now! i’ll probably make a whole post about what makes me uncomfortable when it comes to writing.
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thinking about yan diluc getting handsy in his sleep. despite making you sleep in his bed (to keep you safe, he insists, though inside he knows it is so he can pretend this is all normal and that you are his spouse, slumbering sweetly beside him), he is a gentleman. he doesn’t touch; he merely imagines (bending you in half, caging you beneath him, touching you and suckling at you and biting and fucking you—).
but his sleep is erratic. he has nightmares. he tosses and turns. the clinging is not so bad, you suppose - you would rather he not, but strong arms wrapped around your waist and mumbles into your shoulder could be worse. you wear pretty, modest nightwear he chooses for you - that could be worse, too. you can live with this—
until you wake one night frozen in fear to find diluc, impossibly hot, feverish and dreaming - and your nightgown rucked up about your hips, your underwear pulled down to your knees, his breath hot.
this is harder to ignore.
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oooo - sorta the opposite of the addiction ask, but how would lucas react to a very lightweight s/o who’s normally pretty calm and down to earth but turns into the clingy, adorably flustered and untintentionally,, sexy ?? attractive ?? horny hours ?? idk how to put it, type of drunk.
Honestly, Lucas is . . . pretty easy to fluster himself. If they suddenly start draping themselves all over him and flirting and pouting, he's practically spouting steam; oh, he's into it, but he's also not entirely sure what to do about it because he's so used to always being the lead! Unfortunately, he's far, far too enamoured of his beloved to think of any consent issues around their drunkenness. His s/o is either getting railed over every surface in the cabin (that's one of the things that get him going anyway, he's got a raging 'free use, whenever and wherever I want' kink), or they might even . . . get to take the lead a little bit, if he's flustered enough!
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14 for rika x Aikawa 🙈 <3
Oh anon I would kill for you 💕
14- things you said after you kissed me
The pressure of his lips disappeared from his own. Rika was frozen in place, his brain running even faster than it usually did, somehow, trying to understand what had just happened and why he was reacting the way he did.
His heart was drumming at an alarming rate in his chest, not out of fear or disgust or even a desire to get out as fast as possible. No. Somehow, Rika was happy about what had happened. He wanted more, needed more. His brain was still running but the more it did, the less he could understand why. He was frozen solid, resisting with all his ability the urge to chase the warmth of the lips that had just left his own.
A hand, large but not rough, smelling slightly of chalk, brushed some strands of hair out of his face then stopped there, resting on his cheek with such gentleness that Rika could feel how treasured he was. His breath caught in his throat, not daring to move, fearing to ruin the moment.
“Rika-kun,” the other said, trailing his fingers on the side of Rika's face, making him shiver, “how does it feel?” He brought his face closer, back bent slightly, as he was so much taller. His breath tickled Rika's mouth as he spoke again. “How does it feel to kiss your god?”
“Good,” he breathed in answer before he could stop himself. Yet he wondered if he even could have stopped himself. His whole body screamed for more.
Aikawa's hand trailed down, sliding from his cheek to his jaw. His thumb traced Rika's lower lip, opening it lightly. Rika wondered if the man - his master, his god - could feel his pulse. He felt like he might combust from this touch, like his heart would burst any second. He forced himself not to move.
“Interesting,” said Aikawa lowly. “I wonder if this is an effect of the Apostle program.”
Rika was pretty sure that it was. He was convinced otherwise he wouldn't have liked kissing that man, whose ideals he despised, neither would he have wanted more. Yet, as soon as he formed these thoughts, he forgot them. He couldn't think of not having wanted his god, not agreeing with his ideals, not wanting to serve him to the best of his ability.
Aikawa was right in front of him, hand still on him. He looked at him with interest and affection, like one would look at a successful experiment.
And Rika knew that, no matter what Aikawa wanted to try, Rika would do.
#aaaah i've wanted to write something like that for so long thank you for giving me the opportunity#aikawa mamoru#honjo rika#my writing#tenkuu shinpan#high rise invasion#sky high survival#ts fic#dub con tw#just in case#thank you <3#rikaikawa
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me, at the fandom: it’s not edgy or cool or fun to write hella scaring non con / dub con with skip wescott and peter parker. esp with new boy mcu parker. just woof. why.
#dub con mention for ts#non con mention for ts#{ like ok sure there's the argument that i don't have to read it and i'm not -- }#{ but there's so . . so so so many fics in skip's ' tag ' and that's . . mmm }#{ all i wanted was to look him up on the wiki guys not be kicked in the face - - }#{ by the knowledge that the skip / peter tag exists again }#♙ ⎛ LET THIS BOY REST is a constant phrase of mine | mun ⎠#♙ ⎛ ALL THE TIME IS WASTED | to be deleted ⎠
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Play by the Rules
Steve x Reader, Tony x Reader, Implied Steve x Reader x Tony
Summary: Working for the powerful CEO, Tony Stark, was a nightmare. Especially when you have to deal with his new, and equally as powerful, partner; the CEO of S.H.I.E.L.D. Inc., Steve Rogers. You have a plan to leave it all behind, but Tony has his own plans for you.
This is my first writing for @ darkficsyouneveraskedfor and @ harper-emory-writes Dark Bingo challenge: crossing off the squares Blackmail and CEO AU. I’m nowhere near a bingo but I’m super excited that I’ve started !!
Warnings: 18+ only! NON-CON/DUB-CON(ORAL (M RECEIVING), INTERCOURSE, MENTION OF ANAL), BLACKMAIL, VOYEURISM, sexism in the workplace, swearing.
“We’ll review the new contract with S.H.I.E.L.D. today during the meeting. I’ll need two printed copies of it as well as a printed copy of our current one with Asgard Corp.” Tony snaps his fingers in front of your face. “Y/n, are you even listening to me?”
You look up from your notepad. “Of course, Mr. Stark. Just taking notes.”
Tony scoffs. “Wasn’t half the reason I hired you your ability to retain information without wasting time by writing things down?Since when did you start taking notes?”
Since I became willing to do anything to not have to look at you and remember that you were balls deep in me just last week.
“I’d just like everything to go smoothly for this meeting. I understand it’s a big deal for the company and for you, sir.”
Tony studies your face. “Well in the spirit of dedication, I’ll need you to stay a couple hours extra.”
You try to avoid scrunching up your features at that. Although you had been looking forward to curling up on your couch when you got home, you would never dare counter your employer, so you just nod.
“Rogers will be here in an hour,” he continues. “I’m expecting you to greet him, so I’ll have an intern go out and get you an outfit.”
“With all due respect, Mr. Stark, I believe the attire I’m currently wearing is satisfactory, is it not?”
Tony eyes your black blazer and pants paired with flats. “It’s not,” he states as he gets up from his chair across from you at your desk and fixes his tie. After pausing to consider your confused look, he elaborates. “You gotta show some more skin, sweetheart. It’s the only way a woman like you will be able to make it out here.”
Your mouth falls open as he turns and leaves you to process his offensive comment.
“Bastard,” you mumble.
You could run Stark Industries in your sleep. In fact, Tony had already appointed you head of three separate divisions as well as let you bring a few of your own original projects and ideas to life in the years you had been here. You saw your own potential and Tony had been generous enough to help you expand and experiment with it. A couple more years and you could leave Stark Industries behind to start your own company with the connections you’d already made.
Which is why you remained compliant with Tony’s every demand. No matter how much it hurt your pride (especially when a drunk hookup with him practically destroyed your pride), nothing would compare to the sweet victory of running Tony’s company into the dirt when you started your own. You did your own projections. Tony wasn’t short of enemies, and with their help and your own skill set, you’d make double the profits Tony did in half the time.
So you put up with the touches, grabs, and comments from Tony. He had such a large company to run that he barely noticed that the three divisions he absentmindedly handed to you were the most successful. You’d giggle and bat your eyelashes as long as Tony didn’t notice you practically undermining his company.
Play by the rules,
But be ferocious.
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Twenty minutes later you’re interrupted from your pile of paperwork by a soft knock.
“Come in!” you call out.
A boy with short brown hair lets himself in. You’d seen him around as Tony’s shadow.
‘What was his name again? Patrick? Pietro? Pierre?’
“Oh, Peter! How can I help you”
“Hey, Ms. L/n, Tony asked me to bring this up to you.”
Peter holds up the clear dry-cleaning bag, and it takes all your effort not to grimace at the short black pencil skirt inside. Instead, you give him a tight-lipped smile.
“You can just leave it on that chair, thank you,” you say.
As Peter leaves you get up to inspect the clothing Tony so graciously provided for you, and you notice a note attached.
leave a couple buttons undone ;) -TS
Scoffing, you throw the note in the trash as you pick up the clothes and lock your door.
You’d begrudgingly play a little eye candy knowing you’d get your revenge in a couple years.
But how much could this escalate in a couple of years?
“Stop it,” you mutter to yourself while pulling on the black blazer.
Once you're finished changing, you receive an alert that Steve Rogers had checked into the building. 15 minutes early.
You hadn’t even met the fucker and you already hated him.
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“Mr. Rogers!” you greet the blonde in a painfully cheery voice. “You’re early!”
“Well, this is an important meeting, sweetheart,” he replies, and you cringe at the pet name, handing him a clipboard and pen.
“This is just a quick confidentiality contract, Mr. Stark would like you to sign,” you inform. “Basically just saying you agree not to share any contents of the meeting or contract to any outside parties until you and Mr Stark have solidified and confirmed all aspects of your partnership.”
“Ah so Stark is already confident he’ll get a partnership with my company?” Steve muses and scribbles his signature. He looks up, handing the clipboard and pen back to you, and you motion for him to follow you down the hall.
“So what’s your role here exactly?” Steve asks, following behind you. “Are you an intern, receptionist...maybe a call-girl?”
You don’t bother turning at his teasing remark, instead answering calmly. “I run the three most successful divisions here, Mr. Rogers.”
“Impressive,” he remarks, but it sounds more of a mock from him. “And Stark still keeps you as an assistant.”
Your brows furrow at that comment. “How do you know I’m an assistant? And why would you ask what I did here if you already knew?”
“Women like you are just so fun to rile up. Stark and I had a meeting earlier in the month, and he talked of you very fondly.”
Well that didn’t sit right with you. You coordinated all of Tony’s meetings and practically created his everyday work schedule. “Mr. Stark didn’t mention meeting you already.”
“We decided to go over all possibilities of this transaction. It wasn’t much.” Steve brushes your comment off as he enters the elevator with you.
The doors close and you feel trapped. Through the short conversation you’ve had with this man, you can already tell how calculating he is. Every word, every movement, has been intricately steered by him for his benefit. And you couldn’t even begin to explain how belittled his stature made you feel; sheer power barely contained by an expensive three piece suit. The dark blue made his blue eyes more piercing in comparison. Everything about him radiated dominance. And for a woman like you who was practically clawing her way up the corporate ladder, that was a problem.
“You coming?” Steve’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. He stood by the open elevator doors, arm gesturing out for you to lead. “Time is money.”
“Well then you have plenty of it, don’t rush me,” you snap.
“Feisty,” he muses, lips turning upwards.
Steve follows behind you, and you can feel his gaze burning on your ass. You’re more than grateful when you reach Tony’s door, having to refrain from frantically knocking, trying to escape the stare of the man behind you.
“Enter,” a voice calls from behind the doors.
You push open the large door and stand to the side, allowing Steve to enter the room before you.
“Mr. Stark,” Steve greets, crossing the room to give Tony a firm handshake.
“Rogers.”
The men begin to talk business and you take that as your cue to leave, turning back towards the door.
“Y/n, have a seat,” Tony calls out to you. You glance back at him and beckons you over with two fingers.
“Um, Mr. Stark, there are no other chairs,” you stammer.
“Don’t worry, doll, I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t offer a lady a place to sit,” Steve declares. You expect him to get up, but he just spreads his legs a little wider and gestures to his lap.
Eyes flitting to Tony in panic, your employer just nods and gives you look of warning as if saying ‘don’t mess this up’.
You let out a breath and hesitantly make your way to Steve.
‘How much could this escalate?’
The words from earlier rang in your head, but you brush them away and tentatively place yourself on one of his muscular thighs, angling yourself inward. You can’t hide how your face twists into a look of disdain as Steve’s arm snakes around, pulling you further up his leg so you’re back right up against his torso.
“Mr. Rogers I-” Your voice is nothing but a squeak before Tony interrupts you.
“As I was saying,” Tony interjected. “Your profits will grow exponentially if you add Stark Tech to your security services. Which is why I get 60%. I’m already doing you a favor by growing your profits.”
“I want 50/50. Stark Industries will gain consumers from S.H.I.E.L.D. We both get more buyers from the partnership, so I say it should be an even split.”
“Well we both know you’re not just getting the consumers, Rogers,” Tony spat.
That has your attention fully invested in the conversation. What could Rogers possibly get from the company that Tony would be so mad about parting from? You look down at the contract on the desk in front of you and your heart stops cold.
“Mr. Stark, why is my name on this contract?”
It was there. Under ‘assets acquired’, it was the last thing, as if added as a last moment bargain.
Tony just ignores you. “Steve, you’re taking the head of Stark-Touch Smartphones, my most profitable branch, you can’t just expect things to run as efficiently when she’s gone.”
“I’m taking her twice a week, I highly doubt that’ll make much of a dent in your operations,” Steve scoffs, and you tense up. “How about this. I get her for two weeks- straight- a month, and I’ll split it 45-55.”
“Mr. Stark, what’s going on?” Your voice quivers.
“Your boss here just agreed to sell you to me, as my...assistant,” he explains, hot breath fanning your ear. His free hand that’s not on your waist moves to grip your bare thigh up your skirt. “Two weeks a month, for every month, for as long as you work for him.”
“No!” you suddenly shout, wrenching your body from his grip to stand up. “I will take the comments, I will take the stares and the touches, but I will not be whored out like this. Mr. Stark, I quit.”
Stark just tsks and rises from his chair to stand in front of you. While shorter than Steve, it still feels like he towers over you with the demeanor he holds. “That’s just it, y/n...you see, you’re not gonna be quitting to start that new company of yours.”
Your eyes practically bulge out of your head as he mentions your future plans.
“Yeah, I know, you’re not as good at hiding as you thought. At least from Peter that is. Kid’s a whiz at the computer. Had him plant a bug on your home laptop and do a little sweep of your personal account. And I gotta hand it to you, the numbers you ran? Almost perfect. Every single projection and hypothesis you had would’ve gone through. You factored in almost everything. Almost. But you forgot one thing, sweetheart.” Tony’s hand flies up to grip your jaw and uses the momentum to throw you into the wall a few feet behind you. He’s back on you in an instant, seething, as the grip on your chin is bruising. “You forgot me, bitch. You forgot what would happen if you cross Tony fucking Stark. I’m the most powerful man in America. I can ruin your life with a snap of my fingers.” Just as quickly as he was on you, Tony’s anger switches to calm, and in the blink of an eye, he’s off of you, casually smoothing his suit down. “Well more of a push of a button.”
Smirking, Tony reaches into his pocket to pull out his phone while you remain frozen in fear, glancing at Steve who just looks amused at the show in front of him. At the sound of Tony coughing to get your attention, you look back in front of you at the phone he’s now holding out. Black and white security footage is displayed on the screen, and the moment Tony presses play, you know what it is.
Your voice rings through the speaker, the moans, expletives, and begging coming out of your throat are clear as day as Tony fucks you over your desk.
“Harder, daddy!”
“Please, please, let me cum!”
Your eyes water. “Stop it,” you murmur, but the video keeps playing. “I said stop it! Please!”
Tony chuckles. “So now you understand what’s at stake here? One push of a button, one phone call to Peter, and this video will be up all over Time Square. Forget starting a company, you’ll be blackballed all over America from even being a receptionist.”
You’re defeated, your entire future crumbling before your eyes.
“What do you want from me.”
“Well I think leaving me or the company is now obviously out of the picture, so for now, I want you to give Steve here a little trial of what he just bought from me.”
“Please...please no,” you croak, but Tony just holds up his phone and raises an eyebrow.
As you start to make your way toward the other man, Tony grabs your jaw once more. “Don’t half-ass it,” he grows in your ear before shoving you to Steve.
Eyes lowered, you stand in front of Steve and shrug your blazer off. “What would you like me to do...sir?”
“Suck me off.”
You’re barely able to breathe, sinking down to your nears, as tears begin to flow freely from your eyes.
“You’re so pretty when you cry doll,” Steve murmurs under his breath.
There is no dignity left in you as you unbuckle his belt and open his fly. The soft zip is deafening to your ears, and you reach in and pull out his hardening cock.
Shit. He wasn’t even fully hard and he was big. You’d be lying if you said that didn’t send a pang down to your core.
Giving him a few shy strokes, you then place your mouth over him, hollowing your cheeks as you lightly suckle at the tip. You pull back and take a deep breath.
‘Don’t half-ass it’
You dive back in with renewed vigor, taking as much of him as you can and running your tongue across the underside of him. He’s hot and heavy in your mouth, and you find yourself pretending you were somewhere else with someone else, enjoying it. You let out a moan at his taste and Steve responds with his own groan, hand caressing your hair as you slightly speed up. His hand winds itself into your hair, and he begins thrusting his hips up into your mouth, extracting a whimper from you. Each buck of his hips turns harsher as his hand pushes down on your head to force his entire length down your throat, and at this point, you’re drooling onto his expensive slacks. He’s about to cum and you feel it; his thrusts becoming erratic and his entire body tensing, but before you can speed up and get this nightmare over with, he wrenches you off his dick and pulls you into a heated kiss, hands coming up to grope you all over.
You let out a startled squeal as both hands grasp your blouse and rip it down the middle, buttons flying everywhere, before he proceeds to do the same to the black lacy bra you're wearing.
“Ride me,” he commands.
All shame has left you at this point as you proceed to straddle him, your skirt now bunched up at your waist, and sink down on his length. The mewl that comes out of you is from how his girth is stretching you, and after what seems like eternity, you’re bottomed out and unable to move.
“Move,” he orders.
“I can’t,” you whine. “It-it’s too much.”
“Move.”
You let out another whimper as you slowly raise yourself a couple inches and sink back down, feeling every single vein on his cock brush against your walls. A few more attempts later, Steve grows impatient. A low growl is torn from his lips while he grabs your hips tight and slams you back down on his impossibly hard length.
You can barely hear the string of strangled screams and moans as he brutally thrusts into you, moving your body up and down and using you for his own pleasure. Every punishing plunge into your cunt punches the air from your lungs, and Steve’s groans are animalistic.
You glance over to the side to see Tony fisting his own dick, and the only thing that tears you away from staring at him is a particularly hard thrust from the man in the chair below you.
“Fuck, doll, your gripping me so tight,” Steve grunts.
The sound of skin slapping and the squelching of your now wet pussy is so overwhelming you don’t even register another set of hands on your waist.
“Bend her over more, Rogers. I wanna fuck her ass.”
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rules:
— this blog is 18+ — MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI
— i do post the occasional sfw piece, minors (16+) can interact with that but not me, for my piece of mind
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— i do not take requests, im sorry, it adds too much pressure that takes away from my creative process, thirsts are welcomed!
— what i do write: fluff, smut, fem dom, stepcest
— what i dont write: rape/non-con/dub-con, infantilization, pedophilia, watersports, scat, hybrids, beastiality, a/b/o, incest, yandere, things with eating disorders, etc— anything else is fair game
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