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𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒

— starring: naobito zenin, jogo and gakuganji

— word count: 1.3k

—cw: foursome, stepcest, daddy kink, monsterfucking, dirty talking, use of nicknames (sugar plum, lavapie, slut, my little whore, cumsock), cunningulus, double penetration, boob sucking, tongue fucking, blowjob, deepthroat, face riding, breeding, unprotected, creampie, full nelson, cowgirl, doggy, facial, reader passes out in the end.

—synopsis: your came home late at night and your daddy and his friends are chilling, but you are caught sneaking in. your daddy decides to punish you in front of his friends and later they join in too.

—a/n: i worked so hard on this 🥺😢 i hope you like it.

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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.”

‘s okay

wc: 1k+

ran haitani x puppy! girl reader

summary: it’s bath day and you’re starting to think ran is more excited than you

ran’s puppy! girl looks forward to her bath time once a week. he always runs it for them in the big tub with the jets.

it always excited you, you get to lay with ran while you let him rub and scrub your body to get clean, behind your ears and your back. oh and the bubbles, how could i forget about the bubbles ran blows on your nose to mess with you.

every time you’re about to get out he tells you that you have to make sure you cleaned everywhere.

after you think over all the major parts, your face, your underarms, ears, back, and-

your ears perk up when you realize what this means, tongue lolling out and panting out of excitement

he smirks when he sees it connect in that precious little brain of yours, leaning in to nip at your neck, catching a whiff of the lavender and rose from the bath. he angles your body toward the jets positioning you over and over till he feels your body spasms a bit, making sure that pretty bundle of nerves is feeling the motion of the water.

“right there puppy? feel good?”

eyes going wide and whining immediately ensue after. despite the life ran’s been able to provide you with, you still were learning words to place within your vocabulary.

“f-feel good,” you thrash your tail around, “ feel good, please” you say feeling the band in your tummy begin to build from the intensity of the jet, the direct stream to clit action made your back arch, leaning into any skin your head could find purchase in, lapping at his inner arm as your way of saying thank you, and a plea for more.

ran was stern with you, sometimes you’d thought he hated you even. but he always made the tickles in your tummy go away, he would always talk so sweetly in your ear, you didn’t quite understand everything but whenever he had you in the tub, back pressed along his chest, stroking your tail or would begin to rub up and down on your tummy you didn’t need to speak, ‘specially when it felt so good. it was the only time trying to remember words was difficult for you.

“ p..pee, gunna pee ran” you said with a sense of urgency lifting your back off of his chest.

he laughs, you can feel the reverberations from it on your back, face heated, you lean your head back onto his shoulder, looking to him with fright in your eyes. last time you made a mess ran made you go outside…. and you hate being outside by yourself

the left side of his cheek tugs upwards, pulling you back against his chest slowly encasing you in his arms, running butterfly kisses along your shoulder blade, a slight smirk being hidden behind your closed eyes. only sound reverberating off the walls being the sound of the water jets and the pants escaping your mouth.

“gunna cum puppy?” he’d ask in a mocking tone, cooing in your ear. “ ‘s okay, you can let go” his hands finding their way down to your tummy pushing down near your bladder. “we’re in the tub i’ll just make you clean again baby.” he kisses the side of your face, making your cheeks feel even hotter aside from the slight embarrassment that you weren’t quite sure why you were feeling.

“c-cum, tickle ran,” you murmured , “feel good in tummy” your tail sending water everywhere outside the tub.

ran couldn’t even find himself to be mad, he had to make sure his baby’s puppy cunt didn’t need attention before bed, that’s how he gets you too sleep through the night, every night without fail

the speed in which you begin to thrash your tail is always his tell tell sign you’re about to let go. every time he gets you to cum it’s an experience in of itself really. sometimes you whine a lot and continuously lapping at any skin he let you find purchase in. sometimes he sees you biting at your lip and arching your back. but today felt different too, he see your tail started to slow down and he noticed you scooting you both forwards and lifting your legs over the edges of the tub, you didn’t even ask, you just needed more pressure, you thought you’d die if you couldn’t get the tightness in your tummy to go away in those very moments.

your legs were shaking he could see in his peripheral, he leans down to the opening of your ear and calls you his “pretty puppy” licking your earlobe while placing soft touches along your stomach feeling both aroused and tickle ish both firing different neurons in your head all at once which went right towards your sore battered chubby little cunt.

you curl your toes one last time and ran sees your mouth begin to part, cutest little “oh” coming onto your face he could probably keep this image of you inside his head forever, at least he’d only hoped he could. your tail and legs beginning to work in tandem with one another thrashing and shaking, you’re so close, you’re right there.

you feel ran grab you from underneath your thighs and spreading them more placing your pussy flush against the jet, “hurt, n-no too much , please” you throw your head from side to side as a plea , you were entirely too sensitive and you were sure you couldn’t take it, “it’s okay baby” he said in a tone so soft and soo smooth you weren’t sure what your tipping point was going to be. you feel your eyes begin to roll back, feeling like you’ve lost all access to the air in your lungs, your vision begins to blur before fading to black and a smile tugging on the ends of your face. “a-ah ran r-r” is all you could muster in high pitched squeals before you passed out.

“good girl” he says placing a chaste kiss on your forehead despite him knowing you’re now likely sleep, he still praises you. you, perhaps still unconsciously hearing him bc the slight wag in your tail didn’t go unnoticed.

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god i absolutely love gojo x reader x geto where reader gets dragged into whatever fucked up relationship they have going on wether that be from becoming a roommate, colleague, etc... like you realize you're in over your head after it's way too late and you've got two lovers now in love with you and you just have to accept it.

virgin chifuyu! who gets his first handjob from you :(, the moment your warm hand wraps around his cock he’s shuddering, little pants escaping his bitten lips. Your hand feels so much different than his, smaller and it can’t even wrap around his girth because he’s just so big m

virgin chifuyu! who whines every time you squeeze the head of his cock, running your thumb along the slit to collect pre. You can see his body jolt with every swipe, his pretty green eyes flickering to the back of his head. You can’t help but keep teasing him, he just looks so cute thrusting his hips up.

virgin chifuyu! who shoves his face into the crook of your neck so you can hear each and every whimper he lets out. They start to get higher and higher when you rub your palm against the tip of him, making chifuyu squirm away. It’s too much but not enough all at once he can’t even comprehend what’s happening anymore.

virgin chifuyu! who can already feel the knot in his stomach starting to unravel and with one more thrust into your hand he finally lets go, spilling his load everywhere while his hips start uncontrollably stuttering. They thrust up a couple of times, the black haired man lets out strangled cries. Tears start to fall down his face when your hand doesn’t stop it’s motions.

virgin chifuyu! who can’t tell you to stop because as much as it hurts it hurts so good. He looks pretty too, furrowed brows and a face contorted in pleasure. “c-cumming! cumming, s-slow down,” he cries, eyes widening at your pace. You do the opposite and it makes his stomach twitch along with his cock.

virgin chifuyu! who grabs your face and kisses you while he makes a mess all over his abs. You swallow up every last whine of his while your hand continues to milk him until he’s pushing it away. He just stares at you in complete awe like you’re an angel, he thinks you probably are one after what you just did.

I think about you a lot sometimes

I wish we could talk again

I know you’re doing other things

But I wish you’d forget all that and talk to me

good puppy!

puppyboy! Bokuto x f!chubby reader

heavily inspired by this https://twitter.com/0wl_lord/status/1390416163729862658?s=21

I started writing this weeks ago and stopped but picked it back up today so it might be hella choppy. wrote it and posted it so no editing hehe. also, I am so scared of posting this. this is my first time writing hybrid/puppyboy content hehe

warnings: knotting, oral (m and f receiving) puppyboy, dry humping, solo m!masturbation , kinda subby!bokuto, slight somno, praising, vaginal penetration, nesting I guess?, pussyjob is you squint, nipple play, bokuto’s ahegao face, crying during sex (pussy too good hehe), creampie, unprotected sex

word count: 2.6k

after months and months of your friend telling you about how happy she was for kitty kuroo, you decided to adopt your own puppy. when you saw him in the shelter, he was sitting there wagging his tail back and forth with his tongue out and his ears perked up. he had a goofy smile and one ear stood straight up as the other one flopped down. he was cute and playful. but what really enthralled you was his size. he was big. he had broad shoulders, thick arms, chiseled abs, and pecs that were big enough to lay your head on at night.

he was perfect.

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the brainrot... its getting bad again

ᥫ᭡ ─ PEEK-A-BOO! ⸝⸝ shuji hanma.

ଘ. featuring ⸝⸝ bully!shuji x f!bimbo!reader

ଘ. synopsis ⸝⸝ your dumb little self can't stop being so clumsy, especially around the biggest school bully, dropping your glasses and getting on your pretty knees in search of them only to just be teased for them..

warnings ⸝⸝ 1.1k+ wc. sws. dc. non/dub-con. noncon recording. coercion. time skip!hanma. college au. reader wears glasses. oral sex (m. receiving). public blowjob. face fucking. oral creampie. cum eating. throat bulging. voyeurism. dacryphilia. asphyxiation. hair pulling. bullying. degrading. slight masturbation. this is so taboo, help. (17+).

note ⸝⸝ yes, reader lowkey kinning velma, she a blind bitch— but BUT, this was supposed to be a kisaki fic but some whore–@dilftaroooo–convinced me to make this mr. turnip heads fic.. *runs on all fours*

“dumb bitch.”

were the first words you heard growl beside you the second your foot overstepped the last staircase. your eyes fall to the polished floors in front, legs buckling and anchoring themselves to the ground, and you can feel your jaw clench in anticipation already in resigned to the discomfort to follow.

your poor knees scrape against the campus floors when you were met with gravity, even when you try to heed your fall; newly painted nails skidding across the tiles, the pain radiates in a way that shatters your brain, or was it just purely embarrassment that made your breathing suddenly shallow?

either-or..

a silent sob prys from your mouth when you try to gather yourself up as quick as you can but hearing all of the snickers of how much of a loser you are stifling around made your breathing hitch.

yet, those slick comments didn't phase you that much; used to the remarks your classmates would always whisper around about you throughout the years..

used to them always giggling at you when you're desperately in search of those glasses that had always fumbled with gravity as well..

used to them always leaving you helpless, walking around you, blissfully unaware of the pain you endure..

you've always damned yourself about those goofy oversized glasses in silver frames because they were always finding themselves on the ground when you did. they've always made you look like a complete idiot in search of them; knees halted to the campus floors, hands sliding against the dusty tiles to find them desperately, not caring about the pile of clipped papers and books that went down too..

you just needed your glasses first. and everyone knew that. but they all only pointed and laughed at your clumsiness before leaving you behind like some dead meat..

“oh, oh, please,” your fingers slide across the tough leather of your books, dipping around them to find those thick lenses, “where are they..” your voice is faint as you ponder, just how the voices that teased you all fainted away slowly when the school bell rung.

so attentive on finding those lanky glasses of yours and worried about being late to class, the clicking of boots that bellowed closer and closer was out of your focus..

“hey, sugar, you wanna know somthin’?” a familiar deep and taunting voice echoes down the stairway behind you. you jump slightly, eyes squinting as your head spins around.

before you can process the blurred figure walking toward you, the man speaks again, “the number of times your dumbass has dropped these ugly ass glasses is the same number of girls i’ve fucked,” he's close now, feeling the heavy presence of the mans taller frame leaning down to you.

“and that's a lot.”

“h-hanma?” you know that snarky voice laced with foul intent by heart.

his screaming taunts always stung you and left a ringing in your ears throughout the years of his brutal harassment. just hearing his pitched voice made your skin cold, hands to even cramp up from the memories of him flinging your glasses across the room to only watch you crawl around for them before stepping on your newly painted nails with the heel of his boots.

“in the flesh, cutie.” hanma cooes before flicking at your forehead, a gentle pang from his pointer finger to your skin.

“leave me alone, asshole.” you pry away from him, trying to swat away his inked hand from your face.

“oh? fine then. i was tryna be nice and give you your glass but you wanna be a bitch–”

“no, give them to me.” you go to stand up quickly but the sudden familiar sharp sting to the roof of your hand kept you down. wincing at the tough feel of his boot imprinting against your skin made you whine, bones feeling as if there being crushed between the sole of his shoe and cement.

“hanma! get off of me! that hurts!” your free hand swats at his leg, only to take a new route of actions quickly; gripping at his thigh instead when he put more of his weight down.

“you gonna stop being a bitch then?” you almost pout at his words but instead you simply nod, too weak compared to him so what's the point of fighting him off when you know he always wins in the end?

“eh.. i don't know if i wanna give 'em now. you hurt my feelings.” you can practically hear the laugh he's holding in his chest slip through his teeth.

your burning eyes flicker up to his; partially a blur of a face but you can see the outline of that shit-eating grin he always holds highly around campus imprinted on his lips. hanma didn't mean to twist his tongue in his mouth and loosen his death grip on your hand, but he never realized how pretty your lips look when you pucker them up into a frown; the heavy gloss on them shining just like the stinging tears pricking at your lower lash line..

he truly never cared to even notice how the mesh of your skirt raised higher than it should have when you're on your bruising knees after a hard, embarrassing fall..

or even cared to realize how pretty you really do look on your knees in front of him..

hanma swallows down that bubbling feeling in his belly that rises at the pleaing look you give him. but seeing you almost whine, desperate with mercy in his hands, he couldn't help the way how his pants suddenly stiffen around him, feeling how the growing bulge in his jeans press painfully against the leather of his belt.

“heh, fine. you want them?” you nod vigorously, eyes squinting and seeing his hands motioning around your face, but hearing the clasp of a belt unclip made your brows knit together.

“have 'em.”

hanma frees your hand from under his heavy boot, and you can feel your blood rush to it instantly but the second your hands reached up for your glasses, your blood could only pump faster, feeling something harder and thicker than the silver hinges you're used to holding.

your hand flinches back. eyes now open all the way like someone was prying them apart, trying to get a good look of that thick blur prodding in front of your face.

“h-hanma? what're you doing? what is that?”

“do you not want your glasses?” he cooes, voice whisked like auditory caramel, “they're right in front of you.” hanma nudges himself closer to you, just enough to smell the deep husk of him and caving you in with your back staggering against the wall behind you.

barely, the focus you were putting in rushes; a fuzzy image of his pretty long cock in chastity that drools with a pearl of pre, his cock swinging heavily close to your face with your bent glasses resting close to his dark-haired base. your brain stutters, mouth left agape at the surreal sight.

hanma? the shuji hanma, your worse bully? prodding his beating cock at your lips? in the campus stairway halls?

the air felt as if it became thicker, harder to suck in when your focus moved to the side, seeing how his long legs caved you in, a lanky hand pressing against the wall beside your head.

“c’mon. quit actin’ stupid ‘n suck my cock already or your not getting them.” he's already nudging the crown of cock between your pursed lips as he enunciates.

all of this was happening too fast, your brain was still trying to catch up on how you even fell in the first place. but now? you couldn't even understand if this was a fever dream or not.

you try to push away, eyes wide, owlish-like, confused as to why this was even happening. yet, that irk of an itch in the back of your brain was bugging you, feeling the cool air hit against your panties that suddenly drool a little with your slick..

that itch in your brain screaming out to you to finally get some dick, even if it was your bullies fat and pretty dick..

and soon, that annoying itch was quickly brushed off the second you allowed his prodding tip to break past your pretty lips..

“mm, good little slut. open wider, gonna take a whole lot more than just this.” hanma groaned, head hanging low against his chest as he watched you take in more of him.

those golden eyes never left you, not even for a second, even if he heard people walking around the halls. he was too focused on the way you wrap your pretty lips around his length, the warm feel of your mouth before dipping further in, feeling the way your throat contracts around him.

your hands reach out for stability on his thin legs, gripping around them tightly when ‘sin’ rooted itself into your hair, fisting it into a ball to push you down against him faster.

“oh, fuck,” his eyes narrow, hooding into slits, only seeing a thin line of yellow glowing under his lashes as a smirk runs along his face, “why haven't i done this before?!” the fingers at the back of your head knot firmly into your hair, almost threatening to pull it from the roots.

your eyes almost knock to the back of your head when he crushes you fully against him, nose being tickled by the dark hairs at his base and the cold feel of your glasses.

tears begin to quickly prick from your eyes, nose beginning to run, and drool slipping from the sides of your mouth as he guides your head faster and faster over his cock. the tight feel of his cock head jabbing at the back of your throat made you whine around him, hips shifting around and a sharp pang to shoot between your thighs.

your hand twinges, quickly guiding itself down between your bodies and past your thighs to relieve that ache of tension. the pads of your fingers run along the sticky trail against your panties, adding pressure to your weeping clit that throbbed at the slightest touch.

“you getting off to this, whore?” hanma growls, a guttural moan scraping at his throat, “like being used like the hole you are?” he grows harder, forcing your throat to work him in and out of you at his impatient, incessant pace.

“answer me slut. you like this, don't you? playin’ with that little pussy while i use you?” he tugs the back of your head, making your lips pop off around his cock. bubbles of spit drool off the fat of his tip with a slimy string connecting to your lips.

you go to respond, a heavy breath of air catching in your throat but he was only toying with you, wanting to catch you off guard and stuff your pretty mouth full again. wanting to make you retch around his sheer mass that stretches your throat, a subtle bump of his cock bulging through when he slides back in.

his hands clapping around the back of your head to keep you in place, your mouth struggling for any agency. you try to flatten your tongue and try to drop your jaw as much as possible, licking lightly and stroking against the underside of his thick cock, but it felt impossible with his size to make some room without cramping up.

“yeah, keep playin’ with yourself like that, this the only attention you'll get from me, stupid whore.” pleasure was rising messier and greedier the more he rocked you back and forth. the sudden bucks of his hips sync with the devoted bobbing of your head that drove on with a singular intent.

though the words that slipped through his lips along with strained moans stung you, you do as he says; your fingers rolling around your panties with enough pressure against your sensitive bud, pinching and lolling it over, till you were moaning in coeval with him. you tease your clit, the smooth pads of your fingers running along the messy pool of your arousal as hanma can only scoff.

“never knew you were so fuckin’ filthy,” he titters over the loud bubbly slurps you provide around his cock, “‘n–fuck–never knew your throat can handle me like this.” his head lolls off to the side, craning over with his jaw hinged open.

his harsh words shouldn't have affected the way they did, but you can only moan around him, the tingle of vibrations makes the apple in his throat to bob.

trying so desperately to breathe but forgetting how to tell your body to do so, you can only hope he was close before passing out.. and so, you try to run your tongue over his cock to heed your help, soon feeling a particularly prominent, rising hardness begin to stand.

hanma didn't even want to give you a warning either, enjoying the sappy tears that roll down your flushed cheeks, makeup drooling along the streams as well. you looked so pretty below him like this, crying over him, desperate need to breathe all because of his fat cock. he couldn't help it, bucking his hips hard enough till your eyes squeezed shut and feet to tap against the floors.

he couldn't help it..

the desperate feel of you trying to prove to be able to handle the frantic indulgence and pleasures coming on stronger for his needs, he couldn't help but pinch your nose close.. watching the way you try to pull back when he forced you back against his base, suffocating you with the fat of his cock.

the heavy and hot tears that clump up around your chin drip down, just how his thick ribbons of cum shoot in the back of your throat. feeling your mouth being filled quickly with his hot sticky mess, some pooling out the sides of your mouth made your brain numb.

and you couldn't tell if it was the lack of oxygen or the high feel of your mouth being used for the pleasure of him till he popped and your pussy to drool even more..

“fuck, yeah, yeah, take all that fuckin’ cum,” his calloused hands keep you hostage to swallow it all, deeming you till you did, “any slips out ‘m breaking these glasses, bitch.” he snips.

finally, he lets you pop off his cock, but the recovery was short-lived, ‘punishment’ pinching into your stained cheeks, “y’know, just as pretty as you look on your knees, you look a lot hotter on camera.” he grins.

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Yandere! Ran x Reader

Synopsis: You’ve broken yet another one of Ran’s rules and he’ll get you to love him back the only way he knows how: punishment.

Cw: intense yandere themes. Implied kidnapping. Punishment.

 Ran has been gone all day. He mentioned it this morning, how he would be back later than normal, something about how today’s Bonten mission is super important. You gave him the barest form of acknowledgment, not wanting to receive his attention so early in the morning. But it’s been over 12 hours since Ran left. He doesn’t let you wander the penthouse when he’s gone, and that means no trips to the kitchen for food. You’re holed up in the main living room with nothing to do, you are starving with no access to food, and above all else you’re livid.

Ran likes to rationalize it by saying he’s protecting and providing for you. But at the end of the day, the man ripped you from your life, your friends, your job, and like hell you’d thank him for that. He knows you don’t love him. He knows you hate his guts. It’s been months of you living under his twisted version of protection and you tell yourself that you’ll refuse his intimacy in any form- make him realize you’re a different case than he thought. No matter how cruel he gets when you refuse him, you won’t bow down. He took away your life and he’ll pay for that.

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