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Best thing I‘ve ever read I‘m DYING

house of cards

ft. bully!mikey x reader

+ mikey has built quite the reputation for himself, you can't help but be tempted to make it all tumble down.

cw. dark content, college au, afab!fem!reader, noncon filming and pictures taken, slapping, dom!mikey, toxic mikey, name calling, degradation, objectification (?), writing on skin, he rubs his dick on ur face um yeah, unprotected sex against reader's will, mentions of STIs tho mikey's clean, one mention of piss, death threat, slight overstimulation, bullying.

an. 18+, minors dni. i love mean mikey yup yup make me cry ilysm. this is a drabble okay ?? :) smile and nod or else. 1,8k, not proofread. please lmk if i missed any tags.

The door swings open like a gale of wind attempting to wreak havoc in your dorm. Not a storm, no—Manjiro Sano. You look over your shoulder before plunging back into the comfort of your bed.

"Most people knock, you know." Boots thunder against your cheap hardwood floors, icy and nimble fingers harshly grabbing at your jaw as he leans over the bed in all his mad glory.

"Is that so?" His words drip of venom and the abyss hides itself in his charcoal eyes and midnight hair. "Most dogs behave, you know." You gulp—you didn't think he'd be this mad.

"Are ya gonna explain yourself," You yelp as he pulls your hair and drags you off the bed. "You sneaky little bitch?" He shoves you down on your knees while he plops himself comfortably where you were lying just a second ago. "I didn't—I didn't do anything-" Your head turns abruptly and your cheek stings. Tears well up in your eyes and a sob escapes you. "Wrong."

Mikey lets out a deep sigh and runs his fingers through his hair. "I don't think you understand the situation you're in, sweetheart." His silence speaks volumes, filling in blanks you wish you couldn't read. "Confess to your filthy little sins and maybe I won't make your life a livin' hell." It's terrifying, the way his lips tug into a wicked smile, not a single speck of benevolence in his vicious eyes.

"I might have.. said some things.." His eyebrow quirks up, lithe fingers pointing down at his jeans. "Do I need to help you with every fuckin' sentence? Spit it out already, mutt." You fumble with his belt and the metal clings clearly in your mind. Pulling down his zipper, you gaze up at him—regret washes over you the second his orbs meet yours.

"I told Senju to," You clear your throat when your shaky hands press against the wet patch of fabric, Mikey's cock twitching despite his cold demeanor. "-told her to spread some rumors about you.. They weren't anything serious! Just a little funny-" "Funny?" Mikey clicks his tongue.

"Spreadin' a rumor 'bout me having more STI's than letters in my name is funny?" You don't know what demon possessed you to snort when you were one foot in the grave already, but Satan's never liked you that well. "Oh? You're a brave one, aren't ya?" If he wanted you to answer, he doesn't let you when he shoves your face into the soaked fabric of his boxers.

"Wasn't just one lie you blubbered with that useless mouth of yours," His pupils dilate and the faintest of moans slip out between his plush lips when your tongue wets his underwear and laps at the precum dripping through. "Seems like I can't get it up either, huh?" They're all blatant lies, that much is evident when his cock springs up when you pull the fabric down—it blushes red at the tip and leaks down the sides of his length.

"What'cha even good for if you can't get my dick hard?" You ogle at him with big puppy eyes. It's already hard, you fucker. His dick bounces against your chin, vein pulsating against the flesh.

Mikey presses the tip against your face, admiring the way his cock drools down your skin. Bored by the current flow of the ongoing event, he wraps his fingers around your throat before pulling you towards the bed. His hand tightens its hold before he roughly throws you onto the mattress.

Cold fingers dip underneath your clothing and they make haste sliding each attire off your skin. Barely a few seconds pass with your bare body exposed to the air before he rubs his leaking slit around your entrance. "Wh-what are you doing? Put on a condom already."

"Nah, don't feel like it." He circles your pulsating clit with a hand wrapped around his shaft and a perverse glint in his eyes. "I mean, sharing's caring, yea? If the rumors you poured your heart 'n soul into are lies, then ya have nothing to worry 'bout!" A devilish smile with pitch-black orbs bore into you.

His hand snakes up your body till Mikey has his palm covering your mouth. Eyes drip of obsidian when he impales himself inside you with one deep and painful thrust. You gasp and drool into his hand, being completely at the Devil's mercy. "But lyin' ain't cute, sweetheart."

Rasping against your walls, Mikey's length pistons inside you with fervor and no care of your incessant whining. Legs thrown over his shoulders, his abs flex with each roll of his hips. Mikey's always been a piece of shit—there's not a single person on campus who hasn't heard his name at least once.

Notorious for seeking out trouble and adding fuel to the fire which is his insanity, any person in their right mind would walk the other way when seeing him. Unfortunately for you, he simply came running to you—itching to make you his new victim for his continuous bullying and pestering.

There's nothing he enjoys more than others suffering as a result of his foul actions. Taking your underwear before class, spitting on you when he sees you in the library—hell, one time he fucking peed inside you after fucking you in the public bathroom. There's no escaping his atrocities; one word and he could change the trajectory of your life for the worse.

Is it really that surprising that you wanted to get back at him just once? Though it's clear as day to you now—once is one too many when it comes to Mikey and his limited patience.

You wish you could bring yourself to walk away, but there's no hiding the slick that runs down your thighs every time he drags his fat cock out of your clenching hole. Shame floods your veins and your cheeks heat up at the sheer loudness of each squelch of his balls against your skin.

"This pussy's fuckin' mine, got it?" A paroxysm of pleasure strikes like lightning through your veins, nodding along in a frenzy. His hands dig into the flesh of your hips, tongue darting out to lick his lip. "If I see ya with someone else I'll fuckin' beat them to death," Clenching around him like a vice, your velvet walls quiver when his mushroom tips kisses against your deepest spot.

"Cunt's got my name on it, but my cock will never be yours." He snickers. You can't bring yourself to say anything back, the heat spreading in your abdomen about to burst, fingernails digging into the palms of your hands and eyes shutting close. "'M gonna-gonna cum—Mikey!" Fingers dip down to squeeze at your nipples with a haze of lust swirling in his eyes. "Look at me when you cum on my cock, slut." Your eyes roll back into your skull and your back arches into his body.

"Cunt's so sloppy, got an expiration date on this shit?" The filthiest and most gutwrenching words spill out of his lips, yet his violent pace turns erratic and a gurgled moan slithers out of his throat when he pinches your clit and you cream all over his cock.

His calloused hand grabs your left leg, squishing the flesh when he presses it close to your chest. "The only dick fuckin' into you is mine, sweetheart." Harsh and deep rams of his shaft into your trembling cunt has you sobbing from overstimulation.

"How 'bout we start a new fuckin' rumor?" Your eyes cross when he flickers at your clit and you jolt against Mikey's clenching muscles. "..Huh?" He chuckles at you despite never halting the continuous 'pap, pap, pap' against your skin. "'This bitch y/n is such a cockhungry whore, throwing herself at Mikey just to be his personal cumdump'," He delivers a sharp thrust, burying himself deeper in your pulsating walls, fat balls hanging low and full of seed ready to blow in your tight cunt. "How's that for some drama?" He snickers at your dazed look. "You got the look already, don'cha?"

There's some rustling on the other side of the bed, but you don't catch it with the way his cock throbs inside of you, kissing that one spot that has you going stupid. "Yeah, that's the shit—squeeze my cock jus' like that," Mikey throws his head back, reluctant to cum anywhere but deep in your womb, but you don't deserve that.

He pulls out with a hiss, cock coated in slick and cum as he tugs and drags on his length with his lips tucked between his teeth. A guttural groan runs throw him as he sprays white seed out of his throbbing tip all over your tits and dripping onto your stomach and bare pussy. A blinding light coats your body and a 'click' resonates throughout the room.

"Ain't ya lucky—you're one photogenic little cocksleeve." Mikey presses his chest against your and bites your bottom lip till it bleeds and you whimper when he licks over it with a nasty grin on his face. "Got a pen or somethin' 'round here?" You're not coherent enough to understand the words tumbling out of his lips, let alone answer him.

You hear him rummage through your room with a light hum and delicate footsteps. "Ah, found one!" Like a giddy little kid, he jumps back into the bed, hands quick to fondle your tits and press against every inch of your skin.

"Don't move." You jerk when the tip of a pen digs into your skin, gasping into Mikey's arm. "I said," His eyes roll and he grips both your hands and push them into the mattress above your head. "Don't fuckin' move."

You trash and shake under his gaze, eyes hung low and focused on your ink-stained skin. "It tickles..!" His tongue darts out in concentration. "Almosttt done.." Mikey sits back on his heels and puts the top back on the pen, chuckling at his work.

"Now, just smile one last time." Your head lolls to your side in confusion, but a lazy tug on your lips will have to suffice. "No, no, no. Smile. Gimme that dumb grin you had when I drilled my cock in ya." Maybe it's the nefarious tint to his grin that has you obeying, a flash blinding your eyes before you can think to decline. When a video and pictures leak and flood social media like a plague, you gasp in horror at the blurry images—it's unmistakenly you.

A lewd video of the invincible Mikey ramming into your pussy and hole sucking him back in with each thrust circulates throughout campus and spreads like wildfire. By the time the original video has been taken down, it's been shared too many times to have any hope of ever disappearing.

Though, the image of your cute little grin with "Mikey's jizz jar" written in bold, blue letters on your lower stomach, right above your pussy—it's his favorite.

I'm going to fuck that nerd

Title: Cherry Red.

Pairing: Yandere!Gojo x Reader x Yandere!Geto (JJK).

Written in conjunction with this ask from @eevwrites.

Word Count: 1.9k.

TW: Non/Con, Fem!Reader, Nonconsensual Drug Use, Implied Stalking, Kidnapping, Obsessive Behavior, Overstimulation, Biting/Marking, and Slight Dehumanization.

Really, your only mistake had been choosing the wrong savoir after Satoru had slipped something into your drink.

Satoru was obviously, visibly, undeniably a creep. That much was obvious from the second he approached you, neon pink cocktail in-hand and that degenerate grin plastered across his lips. He was sketchy, but he was also rich, and fun, and willing to dance with you hours after the rest of your friends had called it a night. Suguru wasn’t a creep – or, he didn’t look like one, at least. When your vision started to darken, when it became harder than it should’ve been to put one foot in front of the other, it was his chest you stumbled into, using what was left of your consciousness to beg an imposing, aloof stranger to get the bartender’s attention and help you. It was what anyone else would’ve done. It was what you would’ve done, if the roles had been reversed.

It wasn’t until you felt his arm wrap around your waist, until you heard him call so lovingly to Satoru, that you realized how badly you’d fucked up.

Still, stumbling halfway across the club and throwing yourself at a total stranger must've attracted some attention. As Suguru gathered you in his arms, the bartender rounded towards you, eyeing your limp form and Suguru's slight smile warily. “Someone had little too much to drink,” he explained, nonchalantly. “It’s fine. Her boyfriend and I are going to take her home and make sure she gets tuck her in.”

‘Your boyfriend’ being Satoru, apparently, judging by the way he clung to Suguru’s side as you were carried out of the club entirely and piled into the backseat of an inconspicuous black car. Suguru drove and Satoru hovered over you – gnawing hickeys and bruises into your throat until you were too far gone to care.

Whatever they’d dosed you with, it was strong. You were strung out for most of the ride, only vaguely aware of passing scenery, Satoru’s keening whines, and Suguru’s gentle reminders to ‘wait, ‘toru’. By the time you felt your body being lifted, you were beyond the point of deliberate movement – your mind hyperactive, eager to latch onto every little sensation and spiraling thought, but unable to do much more than remind you to breath as you were hauled through a shrine courtyard and into a small, dimly lit backroom; the priest’s personal barracks, if you had to guess. Satoru babbled while Suguru lowered you onto a large, plush bed, and despite your best efforts, you caught most of it. “—and that’s when I knew it had to be you.” Suguru spared you an apologetic smile, his nimble hands moving over your body as he carefully removed your dress, then your shoes, then your panties, stripping you bare with all the care and all the tenderness of an avid collector undressing his favorite doll. “I mean, it took a few months, but I wanted it to be romantic, y’know? Suguru doesn’t get it. He thought I’d be happy with just anyone.”

“It took me a while to come around the idea. I might’ve gotten a little jealous.” You could only wish he would’ve stayed that away. “Come here, I need to show you what you’re doing.”

Suguru dragged you into his lap, keeping your upper body propped against his chest while spreading your legs apart in front of him. Satoru took his position eagerly between then, his eyes fixed on your cunt. “This,” he started, using two thick fingers to spread the folds of your labia apart, “is what you’re gonna fall in love with. Make sure you’re always paying attention to her clit – aw, look, it’s already poking out.”

It was humiliatingly clinical – how he touched you while explaining your anatomy in-detail, using the pad of his thumb to show Satoru how to play with your clit, dipping two fingers into your entrance while extrapolating on the importance of proper preparation, gathering your arousal up to make sure Satoru knew what it would look like when he was doing a good job. “Remember to be gentle. She’s going to be a lot more delicate than me,” he said, while curling two fingers inside of you, filling the bedroom with a rhythmic, humiliatingly wet sound. Your couldn't seem to open your mouth, and yet, little whimpers of discomfort and mewls of pleasure escaped your parted lips without resistance, each new noise drawing Satoru that much closer. “You’ll just be using your mouth, for now. We can talk about hands once you’ve shown some restraint.”

And yet, Satoru’s hands still found their way to your thighs, kneading mindlessly while Suguru split you open on his fingers. You tried to shake your head, to squirm against him, to tell him to stop, but the closest you got to anything coherent was a pitchy, keening sound not totally dissimilar to the whines Satoru would let out every now and then as he ground half-consciously into the mattress. You tried not to feel anything, either, but Suguru’s hands were so big, and his chest was so warm against your back, and with Satoru all-but drooling over your pussy, it would’ve been impossible not to come undone the second his palm ground against your clit and he spread his fingers apart inside of you, nursing you through your orgasm while making sure you were on fully-display. “See how she’s clenching down? That means she’s trying to milk your cock – you’ll get what I mean, once your inside of her.”

If only for a moment, your panic overshadowed your paralysis. Thrashing to either side, you did your best to fight against Suguru’s ironclad hold and finally spit something out, even if your voice was still barely stronger than a whimper. “N-No, don’t, you can’t—”

It was Satoru who cut you off, this time, albeit without breaking his nonverbal streak. His mouth crashed into yours with enough force to bruise, teeth clashing against yours as he shoved his tongue down your throat in less of a kiss and more of a prolonged attempt to choke you to death. It hurt, and you tasted blood, and if you hadn’t known better, than you would’ve thought this was his first—

Oh, god.

As if this couldn’t have gotten any worse.

He didn’t stay focused on your mouth for long. His attention drifted downward – first to your throat, then your collarbone, then your chest, latching onto one of your nipples and sucking harshly. You hadn’t realized how sensitive you were, not until his teeth dug into the plush of your breast and you let out a fractured sob, tears blurring your vision. Suguru’s response was instantaneous. In a fraction of a second, his slick-stained fingers were tangled in Satoru’s hair, prying him off of you entirely. “Gentle,” he repeated, his tone strict, authoritative. “Before I decide you need to be muzzled.”

For what it was worth, Satoru seemed apologetic. After Suguru loosened his hold, he nuzzled into your chest, lapping over his past love bites with the flat of his tongue. “’m sorry, just got excited.” And then, smiling up at you, “You didn’t mind, right? I mean, she definitely doesn’t.”

You had no idea what he was talking about, not until his head dropped to your cunt and he buried his face between your thighs, his attention suddenly solely dedicated to your pussy.

There was no attempt made to use his hands. Despite Suguru’s instructions, he ate you out like a starving animal – his tongue fucking into your cunt as the bridge of his nose ground mindlessly against your clit. Suguru kept his hand in Satoru’s hair, petting gingerly over his scalp as he watched Satoru drool and lap at your cunt. “Use your entire tongue, and don't inhale. She’s not going to be impressed if you manage to drown yourself in pussy.” Suguru tugged lightly, and Satoru let out an unabashed moan, the reverberations going straight to your core. “Don't get distracted, either. Don’t you want to know what she tastes like cumming on your tongue?”

Another moan, another rough buck of Satoru’s hips into the now disheveled sheets. He was terrible, and messy, and loud, and it was humiliating how quickly you lost control of yourself – going stiff against Suguru as Satoru all-but tore your second climax out of you. Suguru grinned against your throat, almost purring with satisfaction. “Good boy. So dedicated, so sweet.” He let go of Satoru’s hair – cupping your face, instead. It was only as his thumb traced over your cheek that you realized you were crying in-earnest, now. “She’s tearing up, ‘toru. That means she wants you to keep going.”

A mix of your arousal and his saliva stained the inside of your thighs, dampening the sheets underneath you, but he didn’t pull away – too caught up in your taste or Suguru’s praise to stop. It might’ve been the overstimulation, or the drugs, or some impossible, nebulous factor you couldn’t so much as begin to guess as, but time seemed to blur together, reality buckling under its own weight as Satoru wrung another orgasm out of you, then another, then another, as Suguru continued to shower him with praise and affection and promises that you liked him, that you wanted this, that you were only crying and thrashing and trying to snap your thighs shut because you felt so good. At some point, you lost the will to keep your eyes open, and minutes later, the harsher edges of your consciousness began to soften. For once, you couldn't be mad at your own body's instinctual submission.

You knew you were going to black out, but you weren't scared. By the time your vision flickered out and everything went black, the only thing you could think to be was grateful that you’d be fortunate enough to miss the main event.

~

You woke up what felt like days later, still lying on the bed you’d blacked out in. Their paralytics had worn off, but trying to make a run for it was out of the question. Every part of your body ached – from your hickey-painted chest to your aching hips to your poor, abused pussy – and even if you’d been able to move, it wouldn’t have done you much good. Familiar bodies caged you in on either side, Suguru’s chest still pressing into your back while Satoru clung to your chest, his arms wrapped around your midriff and his nails embedded in your sides. As if you hadn't already been thoroughly marked.

Suguru stirred first, predictably. It wasn’t hard to tell who was in charge between the two of them. “Our little sleeping beauty,” he muttered into your hair, kissing the top of your head as he sat up and shook Satoru away. “We were starting to get worried – must’ve pushed you too hard last night. You almost missed the most important part.”

Something caught in your throat. “…almost?”

“Yes, princess, almost.” With a groan, Satoru sat up, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. Immediately, his gaze fell to you, and just as quickly, he was on top of you – pinning you to the mattress, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “You should be thankful that Satoru had the patience to wait. I wouldn’t have been so nice.”

You felt Satoru’s hands paw at your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist as he aligned his stiff, leaking cock with your entrance. He moved enthusiastically, but mechanically, like a trained dog. Like he was following instructions. Weakly, you tried to push at his chest, to get him away from you, but you gave up quickly.

You’d been wrong to be grateful. It would’ve been better to get this over with last night.

At least, then, you might’ve been out of it enough to miss the twisted, blissful, lovesick grin painted across Satoru’s lips as he buried himself inside of you.

Tells you to hold onto his spacebuns like handlebars n' steer him when he has his face between your legs.

I love this sm

⌜Sanzu's Girl⌟

cw - fem reader. noncon. kidnapping. murder.

wc - 3.2k

a/n - repost. lightly edited/revised. no part two unless an alien fucks me first so don’t ask. also @katslutski @suspirihah bc they asked to be tagged :’)

Sanzu let his eyes take in the décor of your room; pink. It was a lot of fucking pink. He glanced down at the strands of silky, pink hair resting against his shoulders and snickered to himself.

Won’t like pink for much longer.

You’d soon come to associate all the horrors of the world with that eye-grabbing color once he finished what he came here to do, and that was putting your father six feet under the ground—Naoto Tachibana.

He had stuck his filthy fucking snout in too many places it didn’t belong, Bonten business being one of them, and Mikey had officially put a hit out on him after letting him run wild for so long, something he only did for the sake of Takemichi. Takemichi. Sanzu wasn’t sure what kind of friendship the two shared, although he had a sneaking suspicion it was more romantic than anything—because Sanzu would only ever go to the lengths Mikey went for Takemichi over a nice piece of ass, and even that was pushing it.

Sanzu hummed to himself and walked over to your bed where you were peacefully sleeping, completely unaware of how your life was about to be turned upside down. He sighed, corners of his lips pulling up as he watched the steady rise and fall of your chest under the sheet that was covering you. So innocent..so dumb..so clueless. Did you not feel his presence? Were you so trusting in your father’s ability to keep you safe that you hadn’t developed any survival instincts? What a Goddamn shame. Naoto had failed you. Now he had another reason to send him down to the pits of Hell, not that he ever needed one in the first place.

Killing wasn’t something Sanzu needed to justify. He liked to do it, so he did it. It was fun for him, entertaining even. He liked shooting people, stabbing people, suffocating people, drowning people, blowing people up—he liked it all. It was fun. He could already feel the excitement brewing in his stomach as he danced in his spot, his heart race increasing as he pulled the katana off of his back and unsheathed it, crystalline blue eyes reflected in the blade. His tongue ran along the back of it until he reached the tip, and a deep groan left him as it pricked his tongue, a familiar copper taste flooding his taste buds as it did.

His eyes snapped over to you when you stirred in your sleep and rolled onto your side, and his heart jumped at the prospect of you waking up and giving him a reason to put his blade to use early. You weren’t the target, but you always could be. Mikey wouldn’t give two shits if Sanzu slit your throat. Or if he forced the blade down it until it reached your belly. Sanzu could do whatever he wanted, to whoever he wanted.

His shins hit the edge of the mattress as his lips split into a wide grin, scars at the corners of his mouth pulling, and as he mulled over the most gratifying way to slit you open in his mind, you shifted once again, this time rolling into your original position on your back, and Sanzu’s thoughts of splitting your belly open left as the sheet displaced itself, revealing your lack of clothing underneath it.

His fingers danced across the hilt of the katana the same way his eyes danced across your body; your breasts and the taut nipples that adorned them, the curve of your hips, the pudge of your thighs and what lay between them—a pussy covered by a light dusting of hair—and down to your—fucking sheet. He pushed it the rest of the way down with the tip of the blade, and his cock, that was already at full mast from his earlier thoughts, was now leaking in his slacks, a problem that his dry cleaners would have to deal with when he dropped his suits off at the end of the week.

But fuck that, it wasn’t time to think about that bitchy front desk attendant who he wouldn’t mind seeing on a missing persons poster. No, it was time to think about you. Time to think about—is that a dildo? He sheathed the katana, and with care that only came out with his most prized possessions, he gently laid it on your bedside table before leaning over your bed to get a better look at the object laying beside you. A dick. A pink, silicone dick. He grabbed it, a laugh that was more of a huff than anything leaving him as he looked it over. Your juices were still on it, cold and sticky, as if you had just recently used it, and with a perverseness that would make the wickedest criminals blush, he lifted it to his nose and inhaled deeply, his tongue darting out a second later to lick it base from tip. Fucking divine.

Eyes rolling and chest heaving, he pushed the dildo into his mouth to get more of your taste, a deep groan leaving him as your flavor flooded his taste buds. He suddenly stopped his greedy sucking when he looked back at you, more specifically your cunt. He pulled the dildo out of his mouth and snorted, finally realizing he could just get it directly from the source. Fuck, I’ve gotta lay off the coke.

He moved to the end of your bed, and his hands grabbed ahold of your ankles as he prepared himself to yank you down, but he froze in his tracks when he realized that would surely wake you up and send you into a screaming fit. He didn’t want Naoto coming in to ruin the fun before it even started, so with a slowness and calmness so unlike him, he pushed your legs apart and crawled onto your bed on his stomach, careful not to jostle you too much.

By the time he was finally face to cunt with you, his face was red with annoyance at having to move at a snails pace, but that feeling died down when he spread your folds apart with two fingers, dopey grin making its way onto his face as he saw traces of your previous orgasm. Having waited long enough, he pushed his face forward, the warmth from your pussy feeling like home, and licked a stripe up your cunt. His eyes closed on their own accord as he lapped at you like a dog, spit dripping off his chin, and he flicked his tongue back and forth over your clit to incite a new rush of slick from you, just barely containing an excited chirp when he got his intended reaction.

He didn’t know how long he stayed between your legs, loudly sucking and slurping away at you, nor did he care. The only thing Sanzu loved more than killing was fucking—and besides, the longer he spent defiling Naoto’s daughter under his roof, the more time he’d have living. Before he killed him, he’d make him thank him for his generosity.

Sanzu pushed his tongue into your hole, and his mind immediately went to how it’d feel to have you creaming around his cock. His hands kneaded the flesh of your thighs as he tongue fucked you, his nose pushing into your clit, and he made a noise in his throat when your walls tightened around his tongue, signaling your orgasm, and he greedily drank up all you had to offer. He pulled back and smacked his lips as if he had ate a five star meal, and in his mind he had. If there was a restaurant that had your pussy on the menu, he’d order it every damn time and savor it like it was his first time tasting it. Fucking. Divine.

He glanced up to your face to see you were still sleeping oh so peacefully, the only indication Sanzu had spent close to an hour—judging by the clock on your wall—laid between your thighs being the furrow in your eyebrows and the light trembling of your legs. He pushed up so he was back standing, and kicked his shoes off as he worked on the button of his pants. They pooled around his ankles before he stepped out of them, now completely bare save for the black button down he wore, and he worked on unfastening the buttons as he climbed back onto the bed, pushing your legs further apart with his knees.

Once his shirt was undone and showing off the lean muscles of his chest and stomach, he cupped the backs of your knees and pushed your legs up as far as they’d go, no longer caring if you woke up. He was within distance to shut you the hell up in an instant, and with that security blanket, he snapped his forward, cock bullying it’s way inside you and sinking in deep. You winced, but otherwise didn’t react, and Sanzu laughed under his breath as he let his head fall back, needing a minute to keep from coming already. How fucking embarrassing would that be? And imagine if you were awake...he’d really have to kill you then.

Once he was certain he wasn’t gonna blow like a teenage virgin copping a feel of his first tit, he began to thrust in and out of you, his pace slow and steady. Your pussy was wet enough—thanks to his eager mouth as well as your little solo session earlier— for it to be an easy glide, and he relished in the lewd squelches that sounded each time he pushed into you, your walls happily sucking him in. His eyes watched the way your tits bounced with each roll of his hips, and he gave you a particularly hard thrust, grinning at the dramatic bounce before his attention was pulled away by you finally starting to stir awake.

Your nose twitched as your head softly thrashed side to side, and Sanzu watched as you blinked your eyes open, a groggy moan forcing itself out of you as he twirled his hips, thick cock hitting something and bringing forth another one of those pretty sounds. Your eyes glanced down between the two of you, and Sanzu spread your thighs to give you a nice view of how he was fucking you, and grinned as your eyes slowly trailed up his body until they landed on his face.

“Hell of a good way to wake up, right?” You blinked at him, and he could have cooed at how stupid you looked right now. “Wish I woke up everyday to a nice fuck,” he rasped, pace picking up as he watched your face contort into a terrified expression, eyes filling up with tears as your mouth opened and closed. “You’re a real lucky girl, you know that?” He groaned as you tightened around him, from fear probably, and his hand dropped one of your legs and covered your mouth when you sucked in a big breath, no doubt getting ready to call for the nosy piece of shit bitch you called a father.

“Make one noise and I’ll bury that,” he jerked his over to his katana, and you looked over, eyes comically widening when you saw it. “In your daddy’s guts. You got that, princess?” He was going to do that anyways, obviously, but it was fun to watch the cogs turned in your head as you thought over what he said. You were probably thinking, ‘just be quiet and let him finish and no one’ll get hurt’, or something like that. Or maybe you weren’t as dumb as you looked, maybe you knew he was going to kill him either way, possibly even you—hell, maybe you even knew who he was.

A spark of recognition shone in your eyes, and Sanzu’s signature grin was back as he moved his hand from your mouth, his hips stilling as he pushed his face into yours, now so close that your breaths mixed together. “I know that look…” That look of horror that he was always greeted with when someone finally realized exactly who was standing in front of them. “What’s my name?” His finger trailed down the side of your face, and he watched your lips tremble, his breath hitching when they finally managed to form words.

“S-Sanzu..” he raised a brow. “Sanzu Haruchiyo.” He hummed, a low deep sound that made you flinch, and let his finger run down the length of your neck before he wrapped his hand around it. You gasped as he squeezed, hard, hard enough to give you an idea of what it’d feel like to die by his hand in this moment.

“Your daddy tell you that? Tell you how much of a bad man I am?”

You nodded.

“‘S about the only thing he did right.” He muttered. “That, and raising a daughter that knows how to take a cock.” And with that he started up a brutal pace, relishing in the way you tried to bite back your cries and squeals each time he slammed into you. You were trying so hard to keep your dad alive; lips pressed tightly together and eyes squeezed shut, your hands pushing at his stomach to try and slow him down, but he fucked into you faster and harder—so fast and hard that the headboard began to tap against the wall with his movements.

His hand dropped down so he could thumb at your clit, and he laughed in your face when a moan managed to slip out, your face crinkling in shame and embarrassment before you covered it with your hands. “Ah, fuck that’s real cute.” He didn’t let up on you, instead switching to a slower pace that allowed him to make sure you felt every sensation; every drag of his cock along your walls, every brush of the pad of his thumb on your surely sensitive clit, he wanted you to feel it all. He wanted to see pleasure overtake shame. Wanted to see your eyes roll back as he forced you to cum on his cock this time and not his tongue as you called out his name. He wanted it, and he’d get it, because Sanzu always got what he wanted.

The hand that wasn’t between your legs moved to your breast, and he pinched and rolled your hard nipple between his fingers, eyes darting up just to see you still covering your face. “Enough of that. Let me see you,” you shook your head, “that wasn’t a fuckin’ request.” He momentarily let go of your breast to snatch your hands away, fixing you with a cold glare to warn you not to do it again, and then his fingers were back to toying with your nipple. He was now free to watch your face contort in a mix of pain and pleasure, and his eyes drooped as he pressed down hard on your clit, cock throbbing inside you when a pathetic, whimpering moan slipped past your lips. “That’s what I wanna hear.” He did it again and got the same response.

His smile was back on his face as he once again picked up the pace, and your moans that you had kept so quiet before were now freely flowing, egging him on to fuck into you faster to see just how loud you could get. Would you be loud enough for Naoto to hear you? Would he come check on you? Thinking you had snuck a boy in only to be met with the sight of the man he had been trying to put behind bars for years balls deep in his precious little girl? Would the last thing Naoto see in his life be your face screwed up in pleasure as you came around a murderer’s cock?

Sanzu threw his head back as he laughed; a loud, unhinged sound that rivaled all the other noises going on in the room. His thrusts were just as erratic as his behavior, and soon enough he felt your pussy clamp down on him as you cried out a shrill ‘Sanzu!’—and at the moment, your bedroom door burst open. Sanzu turned to look, his eyes locking with a pair of shocked ones, and his eyes rolled back into his skull as he buried his cock inside you, the band in his stomach snapping as he filled you with his cum.

There was a moment of silence, Naoto trying to get over the shock of watching his daughter get fucked by the criminal he had been building a case against for years, and you from trying to get over the shock of being fucked by said criminal and getting walked in on by your dad.

Ay yi yi, what a mess.

That brief moment of hesitation was Naoto’s downfall. With a swiftness that no one was expecting, Sanzu slid off the bed and retrieved the gun that laid on the floor, it having fell there when he dropped his pants, and took aim at Naoto’s leg before pulling the trigger. Two screams rang out as the bullet pierced his flesh, and Sanzu was grateful that Naoto had chosen to buy a house in total isolation.

Naoto crumpled to the floor, his hand pressed to the wound as blood spurted out around it. Sanzu walked over to the nightstand and picked up his katana, and he glanced back at you who was still on the bed, soiled sheet clutched to your chest. “You might wanna cover your eyes, princess.”

“Did you take care of him?”

Sanzu looked at Mikey and nodded his head with a grin, fingers tapping the arm of the chair he was sat in. “Mhm. Strung him up in the yard for the mailman to find, too.” Mikey looked up from the paperwork he was signing off on, and Sanzu’s grin widened at his blank expression.

“I told you not to make a mess.” He looked over the splotches of blood covering Sanzu’s clothes, as well as the dry, crusted blood that was in his hair. “And what is this?”

“What’s what?”

Mikey sat down his pen and leaned back in his seat, his hands clasping together as he exhaled through his nose.

“What’s that,” he nodded his head to you who sat perched in Sanzu’s lap, your empty gaze locked onto your knees. “And why is it here?”

“Oh, this.” Sanzu tucked you further into his chest as his hand moved to tilt your head up, your dull eyes that had an uncanny resemblance to his boss’s now focusing on Sanzu’s lips. “Introduce yourself, princess.” You mumbled out your name, and he grinned before placing a messy kiss on your cheek, whispering a ‘good girl’ in your ear as he did. “She’s my souvenir. Isn’t she cute? You can use her any time, Mikey.”

“I’ll pass.” Of course he would, Sanzu thought. “Keep her out of sight and make sure she doesn’t get away from you, because if she does,” a gun was suddenly pointed at Sanzu, and he breathed out a laugh as Mikey clicked off the safety. His finger pulled back on the trigger, and Sanzu didn’t so much as blink as the bullet whizzed past his head, grazing his cheek as it went. “That’ll be between your eyes instead of in my wall.”

“You don’t have to worry, Mikey,” Sanzu wrapped his arms around your waist, his face nuzzling into your neck. “She’s gonna be on her best behavior, because if she’s not..” He pushed his mouth against your ear, and he lowly chuckled when he felt you shiver. “She’ll end up just like her daddy.”

# collaboration post ¡! @donquxiotes

tiger hybrid + kazutora <3

warnings: gender neutral reader, reader has unspecified anatomy, yandere kazutora, manipulation, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, mentions of hybrid neglect, mentions of murder (nothing explicit), guilt trip, anal fingering (giving), hair pulling, hands free orgasm and spit.

you had recently graduated as a veterinarian, after so many years of studying your ass off, now you can finally do what you love—helping animals, specially hybrids.

hybrids are usually left at shelters, most of them spend all their lifetime there. others belong to hybrid zoos, where they're sometimes forced to do things like mating, entertaining people, etc. some are more lucky and get adopted, but there's still a lot of misconceptions about hybrids so it's not very common yet.

that's why you decided to work at a shelter a fellow colleague recommended you to, since it took exotic hybrids who tend to be the ones that are met with the worst fate. you'll take care of them and make sure they find an owner or send them to sanctuaries where you know they'll be okay.

you gave all the hybrids the same care and treatment, but there was a particular one that stands out more than the others. kazutora, a tiger hybrid. he's always away from the others, rarely talks and he's still very wary of you. when is his time of getting checked he's tense all the time and doesn't look you at eye, you once tried to pet his ears while checking him but he immediately moved away, which was odd because the other hybrids allowed you to with no problems. so you decided to approach him on a more personal manner, you wanted to know why he was like this and also help him overcome it, not only because it was your job but also because you genuinely cared.

-

now you're here. he's sitting in front of you after you called him to have a "private meeting". his eyes are glued to the floor, strands of hair cover a part of his face and he honestly looks like he's ready to get out of here.

you sigh. this is not going to be easy, you can feel it already.

“kazutora, do you have any idea of why i called you?” you hear him murmur something, but it's so quiet you can't make out anything he said. you sweat and clear your throat trying to not pressure him. “...could you repeat that?–”

“please don't send me back!” he screams making you flinch. your eyes met his for the first time, and you can finally see what's probably been bothering him all this time. fear. “i won't do it again! i won't kill anyone, just– please! i don't want to be there! i promise–” you cut him off before he keeps begging.

“calm down, kazutora. i would never do that, okay? come on, breath” he's sobbing pitifully, tears falling from his wide eyes non-stop. he isn't anywhere near to calming down.

feeling helpless, you do what comes to your mind first, give him a hug. your arms circle around him, one hand petting his long hair and soft ears while the other rubs his back, and you hide his face on your neck, not caring about the wet spot he'll leave on your new shirt. “shhh... that won't happen, alright? i'll always be here for you, kazutora. i won't allow you to be hurt ever again” you feel his breath hitch on your neck, then he nuzzles your shoulder.

“do you promise?” his shy muffled voice makes you smile. “yes, i promise” you kiss his hair which causes him to start purring, and your heart involuntarily melts at the sound.

how stupid of you to fall right where he wanted you to.

-

it's been a few weeks since that encounter with kazutora, and his attitude changed a lot since then. the thing is you don't know if it's a bad or a good thing.

“of course it's a good thing, what am i thinking” you scold yourself with a mumble. “at least he's not scared of his own shadow now”

at first his clingy behavior was cute, he would follow you around and look at you with his big shiny eyes then ask to be pet. or he would take any opportunity to hug you and nuzzle your chest with a big smile, it was adorable, really.

but now you can't even check on the other hybrids without him getting upset, and he gets really upset. he would hiss, showing his big sharp fangs and restrict your arms to avoid you touched them, then he would take you away and cry rivers on your arms babbling things you don't really understand. and no, he will not stop crying until you agree with what he just did (and kiss his cheeks).

a few months into this same situation, and it was already collectively known among your coworkers and the hybrids that only he was allowed to be attended by you, only he can receive your pets and of course, only he can be the one you give your attention to. it wasn't even debatable, it was a fact.

“[name]! glad you're here, your baby it's making a fuss already” said your coworker teasingly as you enter the shelter. “that reminds me, i've been wondering why haven't you adopted him? he doesn't even want anyone that's not you to look his way...”

“oh- uhm well, i just spend more time here at work than my home and i wouldn't want to leave him alone for so long, and also adopting a tiger hybrid isn't really that easy” they nodded in agreement and hummed.

“makes sense but-” a loud bang that came from kazutora's room interrupted them, making you both sweat. “i think you should go” you nod and move quickly towards his room.

you open the door and close it behind you. the room was a mess. the bed sheets were ripped, his food was scattered everywhere, the few clothes he owns were thrown on the floor —along with the closet—, and he was sitting on a corner, back facing you, his tail moving on a distressed motion.

“tora...?” you trail off, as you get closer to him you notice he's shaking, and when you're an arm away from him he turns around. “don't touch me! go away!” he's hissing at you, his ears flat against his head and you also notice his claws poking out.

“what's wrong? let me-” “no! leave me alone!” a sob comes out of his throat and suddenly, he's full on crying but he isn't allowing you to comfort him this time. “you don't want me!” he manages to say with a wobbly voice. “you don't love me, you- you liar!” he rubs his puffy eyes and turns his back to you again.

“...what? why do you think that?” you're beyond confused at this point. racking your mind to remember any moment where you said or did something to make him think that, but nothing really comes to your mind.

he scoffs and slightly turns his head, his long hear covering his face. “don't act like you don't know. i heard you. you don't want to adopt me” he says with a small voice. your eyes widen with realization. how careless of you.

“that's not what i meant. you got it wrong kazutora” his left ear twitches and he just remains silent, making you understand he wanted you to continue. “i do love you, and i do want to adopt you but-” “then do it. if you love me then do it” he interrupts you, he's not asking, he's demanding it. leaving you no room to argue unless you want to tick him again.

“i... okay, i will. i'll take you home” his ears perk up then he turns around abruptly and jumps on your arms, making you fall backwards on the floor, him on top of you. he nuzzles your neck and purrs more loudly than he ever has while mumbling thank you's, you're kinda taken back by his sudden change of attitude, but that thought quickly washes away when you feel him humping your lap.

your cheeks heat up and you grab his hips “tora? wha-” “that makes me your mate! we're mates now, [name]” he says with a lovesick look. he then turns around and sticks out his bum, wiggling his hips. “claim me~ you have to claim me as your mate” “here? we can't do that here” he sighs and turns to you again crossing his arms. “you said you love me, don't you? we're lovers then, and lovers are mates. mates have to claim each other, now do it”

your brow twitches annoyed. “you're acting oddly demanding huh” you shrug him off your lap and before he can complain you force him on all fours.

“okay then. just don't be loud” he nods frantically and allows you to bring down his pants along with his underwear, revealing his pretty ass to you. you grab both of his cheeks and spread them open, showing you his twitching hole. you tease your fingers around his rim making him whimper and shiver.

“i've barely done anything” you chuckle and collect saliva in your mouth then spit it on his hole, using your fingers to smear it around, and use those same fingers to put them in his mouth, he happily drools all over them, bitting them lightly too.

now with some improvised lube, you slowly start pushing a finger inside him, but he has other things in mind with the way he tries to push back on it. “tora stop, it's going to hurt” “doesn't matter! just use all of your fingers” he says with a high pitched voice, his tail wrappes around your wrist and lightly pulls on it. “do you want me to rip you open or something? don't answer that” you sigh and trust your finger faster.

you hear him mumble a quiet 'i do' but ignore him and keep your pace just a little faster. eventually, you have four fingers deep inside him and he's desperately trying to fuck himself back on them, but your hand on his hip isn't allowing him to.

“[name]! f-fuck me, please! need it, your fingers!” he moans when you slightly twist them inside him. “i told you to be quiet damn” he whimpers and tries to muffle his little noises with his hand.

you take your hand off his hip, allowing him to grind and push back on your fingers, and bring that hand towards his long soft fair, then tug on it making him squeak and arch his back deeply. you hover over him until you're looking down directly to his eyes that stare up, big and shiny.

“open” you don't need to say it twice for him to open his mouth, tongue lolling out and expectant for what you're about to do. you open your mouth and slowly a big glob of spit drips down your tongue toward his own, and obediently he swallows without you needing to command it.

“good boy” your praise was enough to have his eyes crossing and cock squirting cum, making a pool under him. you're kinda surprised by how easily he came, but that just makes him even more adorable.

you grab him and sit him on your lap, caressing his ears and listening to his purrs while he rests his head on your shoulder.

“i love you” he says sleepily. “i love you too, tora” he blushes and smiles feeling giddy and butterflies all over his tummy. he breathes your scent deeply and as he falls asleep he promises to himself to never let you go.

Sae Itoshi<3 That was an exhausting match, wasn't it?

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