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i love torturing ajax just as much as HoYoverse do (okay, maybe more), so now I'm fighting demons telling me to turn dubcon into full noncon with sub! tartaglia.
I'm not going to do it obviously, i think the premise i wrote is sexy enough plus i have enough noncon posted already.
a/n: not proofread yet, probably messed up with times big time, ZAYNE IS OOC!!
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The sun had ducked behind the horizon hours ago, giving way first to mysterious twilight and then to comfortable darkness. This and the atmosphere of an emptying hospital had led Zayne into feeling rather sensitive, nervous. Or maybe the ambience wasn't one to blame, and the true reason was his schedule with one last, very important appointment: your after-hours check up.
And even though he had an hour to prepare for it - or just to relax after his overbooked and hectic schedule- he hadn't moved an inch since the last client left. The only thing he was doing was checking repeatedly some app on his phone, like he didn't memorize the content by heart already. Zayne had never claimed himself to be forgettable, but the risk today was too high for him to fuck this up.
You were late today, you usually were, mostly because wanderers didn't ask whether you had plans, and usually Zayne was patient, filling up extra time with extra work. Tonight he couldn't do anything other than meticulously checking whether his calculations were right. They, obviously, were.
Today was the day you were most fertile.
The abrupt knocking made him jump a little, fingers fumbling to lock the screen.
"Come in!" he called, voice smooth, unbetraying of his true emotions.
The door opened, revealing you, smiling sweetly while apologizing, and his heart started beating a bit faster. So cute, so breathtaking, even after a hard day of fighting. There were some bruises here and there that dimmed his mood a little, an annoyed cough escaping his lips. It didn't take long for you to catch his gaze.
"Yeah, some things were pretty rough. But it's okay, I dealt with them! Don't worry, bruises would disappear soon enough."
"You should be more careful," he scorned, motioning you to sit down.
You are going to be a mother soon. He added internally. Zayne knew you'd be a great mom: doting, caring, kind. As for your recklessness and line of work, he was confident it would change eventually, when you'd realise how great it would be to be a housewife. His housewife.
"The hospital is so empty, are you not scared to be here alone this late?" you chatted naively, hand diving into a bawl with your favorite candies that always met you on the corner of his desk.
"I'm not alone, there's a hospital wing with patients right next to ours," Zayne pushed the bawl closer to your hand.
"Yeah, but what about ghosts? Don't you believe in ghosts?"
If you noticed that the taste was weird, you didn't mention it. Maybe you were too tired, maybe they were tasty enough for you to not mind the change at all. Either way, when you finished the fifth one, Zayne considered it enough for him to finally stand up.
"Let's do a quick check-up."
His had office always smelled like fruits, chocolates and medicine: the first two were always gifted to him by grateful patients and the latter was self-explanatory. Tonight though he went out to buy special green tea scented decorative sticks, because he was told they have a very relaxing effect. And he really wanted you to relax.
"You sure you're not hurt anywhere?" his professional tone was a drastic contrast to the gentle touch of his palms moving and pressing around your body.
While he was actually checking up on your condition, frowning at each of your bruises or scratches, his fingers weren't doing much of probing but rather massaging, stimulating. Your calves, under your knees, thighs, arms, fingers. When he craned your face upwards by the jaw, he could see your eyes roaming around the room awkwardly. Not because you were in discomfort, but because it was becoming too sensual.
When his fingers ghosted over your collarbones, your breath hitched.
"You alright? Did I hurt you?" tone professional and clinical, a perfect picture of a doting doctor, even if said in a half-whisper to not ruin the atmosphere.
"N-no! It's fine!" you chuckled, deflecting.
You probably thought you were being such a pervert: your friend, your doctor is checking up on you, caring for you, and you're getting squirmy, because he's too attractive (and, well, you're ovulating).
For a second Zayne wondered if he should have just seduced you normally, organically, but quickly dropped the idea: you wouldn't let him finish inside on your first night together and you particularly mentioned not wanting kids in a foreseeable future. He could potentially talk you out of this but you were risking life every day. Each day was more dangerous than the last, so the time was running out and he couldn't waste it.
He sat you down on the sofa, your shaking arms raising your shirt to let him listen to your fastened heartbeat. What for you was an embarrassment, for him felt like a small victory. He was warming up your body, potentially, so if you saw any residual fluids on your underwear, you'd assume it was from this: from this intimate checkup that looked more like a massage than actual medical procedure. He even went as far as splaying palms over your chest, forefingers and pinkies touching the upper side of your boobs. Your thighs twitched, and Zayne actually couldn't supress a little smirk, embarrassing you even further.
He saw the exact moment the drugs kicked in: your eyelids started to drop, gaze became less focused. You weren't even fighting it, assuming it was just natural tiderness. He didn't comment on that either.
"Lay down on your stomach for me, please," he whispered.
It took you less than 5 minutes to actually dose off. Good, of course, but he still was concerned a little: he told you repeatedly not to overconsume anything and here you were, eating 5 of the candies. Another one and he would have stopped you because it was too dangerous.
He called out your name softly, then louder. You were dead asleep.
Carefully Zayne turned your body over. The dark brown old leather sofa was big enough for you to stretch your legs, so he didn't have to worry about you being uncomfortable. One leg he left as it is, another placed on his lap, sliding sideways between them, his back to the sofa back. It was an unnatural position and his body strained but he still was cautious for you to wake up.
Looking at your relaxed face, massaging your calf slightly he couldn't believe this was actually happening.
You were going to be mad. Maybe you'd even try to cut him off from your life. Sometimes you were naive but not stupid: if your GP didn't tell you about your pregnancy he was very much guilty. Or even the father.
Zayne hummed thoughtfully. He didn't know exactly how he'd manage to keep you docile and accepting. Maybe he'd give you some depressant stimuli, something to make you slow. It would inevitably interfere with your work and he'd ask you to take a sick leave. Normally you wouldn't obey but there's nothing some dark market pills couldn't do. And then, when you'd come to your senses, it would be way past abort due. Perhaps, you'd even already come to terms with it.
It was a quick train of thought, a vivid picture - you with rounded baby snuggling up to him in his home. He would have taken of you, don't you worry.
Kiss came the first. A cautious and tender press of his lips to yours. It was one way, obviously, but he still felt like fucking you without a kiss was wrong. Then his hands hiked up your shirt more, tugging bra caps down and sucking on your nipples. Apart from him enjoying it - a feeling of your tits under his mouth instantly giving him a raging boner - he was doing it as part of his professional approach. This would have made you even wetter.
He didn't have much time though. Because he wanted your sleep to feel natural, he didn't give you anything too harsh that would have had nasty side effects. Zayne had always prioritized your health after all.
He stood up. Your uniform pants were too tight, so he had to tug off your shoes, sock and them, cursing mentally and reminding himself that he had to do it quicker now. Explaining why you were half-naked would have been tremendously complicated.
Your underwear stayed though. The first thing Zayne noted was that you were soaked. Was it from him sucking your nipples or were you just attracted to him this hard as well? He entertained himself with the idea that it was latter.
He still used the lube he prepared before. Absolutely nothing could have indicated there was an intercourse. So, at first, he prepared you with one finger, then adding the second, never forgetting about the clit that started to swell. You were so warm inside, so slippery, so welcoming, that he couldn't refrain from licking you a bit too.
"You drive me crazy," he admitted breathlessly into your folds even if you couldn't hear him.
But the time was running out. It wasn't sex, he reminded himself, It was a necessity. He had to put a baby inside you. Had to breed you. It was natural. It was your mission. And he wanted to be the one to share it with you.
Because of both, natural and artificial, lube his cock slid in you without much of resistance. You were ready, accepting, even bucked your hips, chasing the pleasure. Oh, how much he wished to fuck you properly.
One thrust, another. He was trying to be deliberate, purposeful, but the way your pussy was clumping around him made him lose his composure at all. Your body was supposed to be relaxed, why were you to desperate to milk him as soon as possible.
"You're so...beautiful," he was grunting, rutting into you more demandingly.
He leaned over, kissing you again even if you couldn't reciprocate at the moment. His heart was so full of love towards you, so full of excitement at the prospect of having a baby together. Just nine months and then some more and maybe he'd impregnate you again.
That idea, that thought of you belonging to him forever, of giving him children, of walking today with his seed inside of you, as you were going to see that colleague of yours, or the artist, or that mafia boss, or, hell, what if you were meeting your brother today? While Zayne's cum was lodged deep into your womb.
His vision went white, hips jerked and he spilled inside you with a barely contained moan.
He stayed like that for a moment, caressing your lower belly, before finally pulling out.
He cleaned you with tissues, put back your clothes, then, before returning to his desk, he crouched by your head:
"You'll be such a beautiful mommy," and kissed you again.
It was another twenty minutes when you finally stirred away. The office was still dimly lit, scented sticks burned out, and the only sound being Zayne's hypnotizing typing.
"Did I dose off?" you murmured, sitting up.
"Yes, but I don't mind it. At least, I wasn't alone with the ghosts, right?"
You gave him a little smile. He was too endearing like this, whenever he played into your jokes. It was rare but heartfelt moments.
As you bid him goodbye, you were feeling refreshed. Sleeping for apparently an hour or so really helped against your fatigue.
Though you couldn't shake off the feeling that something was a little bit wrong...
anyone out there? 👀 perhaps anyone kind and curious enough to request something from me (could be something new, could be one of kinktober pieces i haven't finished..yet)? I need to get out of writer block somehow and I feel like people pleasing is a way to go 🥀
Forced proximity with Nikolai when you're stuck somewhere where there's barely a place for both of you to stand. But you're so horny, you drop to your knees and start sucking him off. It's so arousing that you end up closing your eyes, concentrating on a feeling of his big cock stretching your throat, the weight of his shaft on your tongue.
Suddenly you feel something weird between your legs. It feels like somebody's licking you but you're sitting on the floor? Confused, you open your eyes and look up at Kolya. You see a beautiful picture: his face half-merged into the portal.
You feel him chuckle against your folds, as you part your legs further.
It's a 69 variant, except for the times when you have much more restricting space!
a little something about yandere! gogol and breeding :3
yandere! nikolai who isn't interested in you having his children because he doesn't see himself as a family-type of a guy but who has a raging breeding kink anyway.
The thing is that you two have never met technically. He has approached you hundred of times under the disguise of someone else (even managed to grope you once or twice in the subway) and has been using his ability to spend time with you without you knowing (you think you're going crazy because sometimes you hear unhinged giggles but when you turn around no one is there). But he has never used his ability to fuck you.
You see, he doesn't want to rape you in your sleep or something. Or maybe he does but given that you'd wake up midway through. Wouldn't it be a rather fun and memorable "first time" meeting?
Anyway, he isn't ready. Soon, soon he'll reveal himself but a desire to have his cum sloshing inside you drives him mad now.
That's why he developed a nasty, fun, mad habit of jerking off somewhere around your presence to... use his ability and teleport his cum straight into your womb.
The first time was an experiment, the second one an obsession. He doesn't want to stop now. And he isn't going to.
Maybe the first time you'd meet would be at a gynecologist after you realise you've been missing your period. Maybe he'd be the gynecologist.
I'm watching right now Class 3-Z's Teacher Ginpachi and I just can't get over how hot Gintoki is, so here we're go.
MNDI! gintoki x fem!reader
🥀 Thinking about how when you all are transferred to this universe, you end up not as a fellow teacher but as a student of his.
🥀 Even if it's a jest, a gag, you still have tests and you barely remember anything from school, so you go around asking teachers for help but no one cares enough to spend their time at school after the classes end, so they all wave you off, leaving with only one option: your homeroom teacher.
🥀 Gintoki (Ginpachi) definitely groans and complains but seeing your pretty legs in a skirt and having a chance to spend some time with you (but mostly legs) win him over.
🥀 Of course, he's going to help you! He's your teacher after all!
🥀 Safe to say, the atmosphere is nothing but suitable for studying: there's a test book in front of you, a pen, paper, eraser, the teacher's cock stuffed into your pussy, another book, did i mention a pen?
🥀 It's fucking impossible to concentrate on the words you're reading, because you feel so full with his thick penis stretching your inner walls.
🥀 But he doesn't move. He's relaxed, horribly though, as he points something from behind your back (you're sitting on his lap).
🥀 "What's the formula for this?"
🥀 What. fucking. formula???
🥀 You sigh and grit your teeth and try to focus while your pussy leaks around his shaft. You even wonder how he's going to go home with such a big wet spot on his pants that he didn't even attempt to take off fully.
🥀 "Come on, you did ask me to help you study, concentrate," he drawls, his voice bored, though his hand sneaks under your shirt rather energetically. To cup your boob.
🥀 Now one of his hands is pointing at something in the textbook while the other tugs and rolls your nipple.
🥀 "Gintoki-" you try to protest.
"Huh? What? Who are you talking to?" his voice is serious but you know damn well that he's smirking.
"Sensei," you correct yourself (you feel his cock jerking when you call him that). "I don't think what you're doing is very productive."
🥀 There's some silence behind you before he finally hums:
"Really? I thought I was doing a good job... Well, there's always a room for improvement."
🥀 You watch in slow motion as his hands that laid before your eyes moved under your skirt until his fingers found your clit.
🥀 You gasp and clench around his cock, and he lets out a supressed moan in retaliation.
"Don't move," he slaps your thigh lightly, before returning back to slowly rubbing your clit.
🥀 When you're shaking and on the brick of the orgasm, he stops.
"So, what's the formula?" his voice is strained but he still tries to pretend hard that he isn't affected.
"Gin..pachi- sensei, please!"
"I don't think that's the formula," he pulls his hands back entirely. "Catch a breath, we'll start again in a moment."
🥀 A moment really is short because his lazy mask slips pretty damn fast.
🥀 Either way soon enough you're blubbering the needed formula over and over again while his fingers work you closer and closer to orgasm.
🥀 Before you're finally allowed to cum he closes the textbook in front of you. You frantically blurt out the damn formula.
🥀 "Good girl," he murmurs, as you're finally breaking on his cock.
🥀 He erupts not that long after. And as you're slumping onto the desk, his cum leaking out of you, he's standing nearby, buckling his pants.
🥀 "You know, I think I really have a knack for it," he seems to be satisfied with himself.
btw I'm slowly writing a piece with zayne. it's just as a smut author I'm tired of writing smut 🥀 so i wrote a beautiful premise and an ending and then I'm just looking at the middle of the work waiting for them to start fucking by themselves, without my help.
the frequency of these long ass ads, the ones i see while I'm scrolling through this app, pissed me off to the point I've minimized the time i spend on this app from 24/7 to a couple of minutes 😩 it just feels so cluttery now, noisy af. like i don't mind ads but why are they so looong. and it's always annoying videos too. majorly it feels like I'm not scrolling from post to post but from ad to ad. annoying.
the frequency of these long ass ads, the ones i see while I'm scrolling through this app, pissed me off to the point I've minimized the time i spend on this app from 24/7 to a couple of minutes 😩 it just feels so cluttery now, noisy af. like i don't mind ads but why are they so looong. and it's always annoying videos too. majorly it feels like I'm not scrolling from post to post but from ad to ad. annoying.
warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, versatile switch!nikolai, mean dom!nikolai, brat!nikolai, sadomasochist!nikolai, inappropriate use of portals, praise kink, degradation kink, public & semi-public sex acts, size kink, marking kink
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to get the obvious out of the way, nikolai is quite possibly the most versatile switch you will ever meet in your life. he’s sadistic and masochistic, he’s happy bottoming and topping, he can dom you or be your sub — just say the word and he’ll take to the role like a bird to the skies… as long as he’s always got the freedom to switch things around at random just to keep you on your toes
as a dominant he tends to oscillate between just being an awful tease — tying you up and making you tear up in desperation or sob your throat raw from overstimulation, making you beg for his attention and beg for him to let up, and just generally being an annoying asshole intent on making you scream from frustration before he makes you scream from pleasure — and being an outright sadist — marking you up until there’s nowhere left on your body that he hasn’t claimed, biting you hard enough to draw blood, making you earn your orgasms by humiliating yourself, leaving your whole body aching and trembling and weak to the extent that you won’t be able to walk the next day — depending on his mood and what you ask of him. of course he’s all about freedom and experimentation and risk taking, but as your partner he is still generally quite mindful of your boundaries and is deceptively careful about sticking to things he knows you either enjoy or are neutral about
he may be a terrorist and murderer, but he has a heart… for you anyway
as a submissive he leans heavily into his bratty side, going above and beyond all reasonable measure just to push your buttons and provoke you into putting him in his place (ideally as roughly as possible). tie him up, ride his dick or fuck his ass until he’s cumming blanks and babbling in tongues, wipe that smile off of his face with a paddle or a knife or your hand around his throat, make him whimper and beg and call you all those lovely names even he wouldn’t be caught dead uttering when he’s not deep in sub space. show him who he belongs to, make him earn your attention, and he’ll take it all with a smile and a giggle that toes the line between charming and frustrating — he just really likes having the brat beaten out of him, what can he say?
nikolai is, as touched upon in previous points, someone who has a distinct sadistic streak in the bedroom and he makes no attempts to hide it: he pulls your hair just hard enough to sting, he carves the letters of his name into the skin of your chest and stomach and thighs and licks the blood from your skin as eagerly as he licks your spend from your sex, he slaps and spanks you with his hands and you can see the way his eyes light up when he sees the marks he leaves behind, he bites hard enough to draw blood and traces the indentations his teeth left behind with his fingertips later on, he leaves hickeys everywhere on you he can, he scratches at your back and shoulders when you fuck him, he chokes you until he can feel your panicked pulse fluttering beneath his hands, and the sight and taste of your tears, and the sound of his name on your trembling lips (half sobbed, half moaned), is enough to get him hard all over again all on its own
and if you beg him to go harder? if you’re just as into it as him? oh he’ll be in heaven
nikolai loves to keep you on your toes in bed and, unless you’ve both specifically agreed on one set tone for the night, he can and will randomly switch between praising, degrading, humiliating, and teasing you at the drop of a hat. like he can easily go from telling you how ‘pretty’ you look with his cock in your mouth or how amazing and full he feels with your strap/cock inside of him, to teasing you for being so desperate for him and mocking all the sounds you make with a shit-eating grin on his face (e.g. gagging, moaning, begging, etc.). simply put, nikolai is an unpredictable asshole.
circling back to his masochistic side for a moment, there’s very little in the way of pain play that nikolai doesn’t enjoy being on the receiving end of every now and then. choke him out until he’s on the brink of going unconscious, smack him across the face so hard his whole head snaps to the side, pull on his hair while you fuck him from behind or when he buries his face between your legs, bite his thighs and stomach and neck until he’s littered with bruises, spank him until the shape of your hand his permanently branded onto the curve of his ass, torture his cock and balls until he’s entirely flushed red and unable to string together a simple sentence… make him bleed and bruise and ache in all the right ways and he’ll be yours for life
he loves fucking you (and being fucked) in pretty much every position imaginable and has no qualms with experimenting a little to make certain things work if you have your heart set on something specific. he’s a lot more flexible than you might think so don’t be afraid to ask about a new position you want to try — chances are he’s already tried it and knows exactly how to make it work (or, if not, then it can be a fun bonding exercise for you both as you try and figure out how to do it)
(does love having having you sit on his face when he goes down on you, though… bonus points if you’re choking on his cock while he does it but he’s happy either way)
will use his ability for sexual gratification — both his own and yours — whether that means something small like grabbing a toy that’s just out of reach so neither of you have to leave the bed, something more flustering like using his portals to discretely fuck you with his fingers/tongue/cock or to allow you to fuck him from a distance, or something more obvious like just straight up teleporting himself to you when he’s horny, or teleporting the two of you somewhere else so you can fuck, etc. — but, naturally, he’s always open to any creative suggestions you have for him and will make good use of them the second he gets the chance
doesn’t give a single shit about social propriety or boundaries and would happily have you bouncing on his dick or perched on his face in public if you weren’t so concerned with silly things like ‘the law’. will compromise enough to stick to discreetly pleasuring you with his portals and having you control a toy that’s inside of him when you’re out and about… and will gladly stick to semi-public quickies if you’re a bit more adventurous than most but not quite as adventurous as he is
he has a prominent size kink that goes both ways — i.e. he loves taking the biggest toys you have inside of himself and gets off on the stretch (especially if he can see or feel it by pressing down on his stomach), and he loves how much smaller and more fragile you are than him and will coo over you whenever you struggle to take his cock fully inside of you (thinks it’s so hot when you start crying and babbling about it being ‘too big’)
nikolai isn’t oblivious to the fact that you like his thighs and will go out of his way to mess with you in various ways when he feels like being mean or bratty — e.g. making you ride his thighs when he wants you to earn your orgasm, playing up his sensitivity when you bite them, wearing clothes around the house that are tighter around his thighs or that are just short enough to show off all the lovely marks you left there, manspreading wider than usual and animatedly smacking his thighs when he laughs, etc.
he’s a terrible tease but he makes up for it by giving you the best orgasms you’ve ever had
gets super turned on whenever he sees you showing off the marks he left on your body the night before, and also makes an effort to show off any of the marks you leave on him where he can — obviously his clothes tend to cover a lot, but any marks you left on his throat will be extremely visible as he goes about his work with the d.o.a and he fucking loves it
he giggles a lot during foreplay and sex, jokes around with you even more, and it’s exceptionally rare for you two to be intimate and not end up in a fit of laughter at at least one point in the night
warnings: noncon ❗❗❗, mentions of murders, piv, breeding, mention of kidnapping, brief nonconsensual drugging, reader is wearing pants, not proof-read!, at some point i maybe started creating words idk, MNDI
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The sounds of distant whimpers and cries of fear overlapped with one distressed yelp.
"Fuck! Shit!"
It was you, stuck in the middle of trying to fit through a hole in the cardboard wall. It seemed like the killer, who was currently terrorizing the house, punched it out while trying to get to the person behind because they barricaded the door. An open window and no traces of blood clearly indicated the killer's failure, and so you, after some attempts to make it big enough for yourself, decided to squeeze through to flee from the said window as well. The plan was smart and even could have been a success if only you didn't panic and devoted more time to widen the hole. By the sounds of it, it wasn't like anyone cared anyway, everyone too busy fighting or taking someone's life.
Yet, you rushed and it was your doom. Your head and upper body fit through, but your lower part?
Stuck.
Completely. Not an inch, in or out.
You wiggled your bottom, you kicked and tried to push, you tried to slither back through - nothing. Whether it was your clothes or your ass you didn't know, and maybe you would have figured it out if it wasn't for the fact that there were some footsteps coming up the stairs.
Slowly, confidently, and, unfortunately, you knew what that meant: it wasn't a fellow survivor, rushing in a pursuit of salvation.
The sound stopped, the person not moving. You prayed for them to turn back and to not notice you, but your plea to the higher beings must have been lost among other cries for help.
"What? Are you trying to run away, pretty?" the muscular voice rang, clearly amused.
Your prayers were unanswered. The man picked up speed and you tried to thrash, earn your freedom by frantic movement, but it was futile. He stopped just as he reached you, and your heart dropped, preparing for hot, flaring pain of being stubbed or slashed. But it didn't come, it was the humiliation instead.
"Are you stuck for real?" he let out a loud cackle, and for a second you thought you recognized the sound, but fear kept your mind attuned to only one thing: survival. "Oh, you, poor dumb thing. Why did you even think you'd manage to fit through this?"
You didn't answer, using the opportunity to squirm some more, but the man behind suddenly gripped your hip harshly. His thigh pressed against yours and you noticed just how warm he was. Of course, running around and murdering your friends wasn't exactly a walk in the park. Unless it was a bloody, nightmare-ish park.
"Ignoring me isn't very nice, pretty," he cooed and deliberately placed something heavy on your lower back like a powerful argument.
A terrified whimper escaped your lips and it took everything in you not to move again.
And it undoubtedly was, because the moment it touched a line of skin between your top and pants, a wave of nausea hit you: cold, sharp and clearly tainted - a kitchen knife was laying on your body. The very murder weapon he used to kill or hurt people you knew. Your friends.
"Please," you whispered, a hopeful attempt to be spared.
"Now, I can't even hear you behind that wall. Are you pleading for life? Are you asking me to take it? I can't tell!" the man was clearly enjoying the situation. A bully. A psychopath.
"Please, don't hurt me!" you pleaded louder, humiliated by how pathetic you sounded.
There was some silence, shuffling of clothes and a feeling of him tapping your butt with a finger, like he was thinking. The pretence had only started when he withdrew the weapon just as quickly as he put it there, dropped it to the ground (judging by the sound of it) and slapped you on the butt cheek like it was his own knee:
"Alright, you know what? I'm tired of being the bad guy. Yeah, maybe I'll do something good for a change: help you get out of here, for example," he exclaimed. "Hmm, but how do I do that?"
His long fingers crawled around your waist like some spider's legs, quick and fleeting, before finally gripping tighter. You held no hope and it proved right: the killer grunted and tickled your sides, pretending to pull but, in fact, did absolutely nothing but pure performance. A dramatic huff escaped his lips, as he slowly pulled his fingers away.
"This won't do, you're stuck for real," his voice was muffled but it was clear he was pouting back there.
"Okay, okay. I have an idea! Maybe you'd fit right through if we do this."
An unpleasant, sinking feeling of anxiety bloomed in your stomach, and as if to prove it right, the killer started unbuckling your pants.
"No!" you kicked and wiggled some more. Was he planning to humiliate you before he murders you?
But his lower body quickly pressed you to the wall again, not letting you move an inch.
"What do you mean "no"? Don't you want to get out?" he dramatically gasped before pulling your pants down. "That's why they say - no good deed goes unpunished - I just want to be a good samaritan, (y/n), and you're making it soo hard!"
You stopped struggling for a second..(Y/n)? How does he know your name? All this time you thought the person who was viciously killing and hurting your friends was a crazy stranger, an insane narcissist. But could have it been someone you actually knew? And more importantly - someone who knew you enough to recognise just by your lower part?
Unfortunately, that little, taken aback, pause was enough for the madman behind to tug down your panties next, in one swift motion exposing your pussy to him.
You squealed in panic, and he answered with a rough spank on your ass.
"What are you screaming for? It's not like I'm hurting you, right?" he shushed, sounding almost sincere, if it wasn't for his fingertips running up and down your folds.
"Hey, would you look at that - you're wet!" his forefinger pressed into your hole slightly, then dragged out to spread some wetness across your butt.
"Stop, please! What are you doing?" you whined, panicking, trying to resume struggling but failing to do so again.
"Relax, baby, I've just got a very cute idea. There's some physics' law - or was it biology - that if the object is wet it's easier to get them out. Have you heard about it?"
"That's not what this-," you really wanted to counter his stupid argument but all the words got stuck in your throat the moment there was something wet, spongy and warm pressed against your pussy lips.
It was a bit confusing until it started moving and you felt someone's breath right against your hole - that was his tongue! The motion was surprisingly gentle, even if it was confident, but still it was a violation.
"What are you doing? Stop this!" you squirmed and hissed in pain because of how your naked skin was brushing against the scrapes of the wall.
The killer wasn't all that happy with your commotion, either hating you interrupting him, hurting yourself or both, so he pulled back, picked up something and pressed it against your thigh. The cold sharp line of the blade was accompanied by his angered and surprisingly strict hiss:
"I'm serious: just be still while I'm doing this to you or I'm going to add extra fluids to help you slide out better. Do we understand each other, baby?"
Terrified, hurt and humiliated, you had no other option but to nod, violently trembling from fear. There wasn't much hope that you'd go from the situation unscratched, so you hoped to, at least, get away alive. Anything can be fixed and changed as long as your heart keeps beating.
"Hey, if you agree, you should say something 'cause I can't see your face from here. Knowing you, you're probably nodding like a cute little deer," his tone changed to a more cheerful one once again. He was bashful, taunting you, knowing fully well you couldn't refuse his "generous offer" in a situation like this.
And he was right.
"Y-yes!" you finally managed, loud enough for him to hear.
Agreeing with the killer felt like a violation on its own but it was pointless to show your character now: you couldn't fight, nor argue, just endure.
"Such a good girl, baby," the man purred, and the blade clattered carelessly to the ground once more. "I knew you wanted this too, you, sexy tease," his palms returned to your ass cheeks, grabbing and molding them, until you felt his breath on your pussy again. "Now, why don't we have some fun?"
He gave you one long lick from the clit to the hole before plunging his tongue deep inside. It was hot, slimey, curling and twisting within your walls, all while the killer was moaning and whining like your pussy was an exquisite meal he wanted to try in a long, long time. Despite the overwhelming embarrassment and humiliation (or maybe because of it) your body was growing hotter and hotter, arousal coiling in your lower tummy, partially because of the wanton sounds he was producing.
"Damn, you're flowing," the man chuckled, pulling back slightly before sucking on your clit, hard.
"Fuck," you muttered defeated, quiet, or so you thought, because the man on the other side of the wall, groaned with pleasure:
Involuntarily your legs tried to close tightly, but he pushed one of your knees up, exposing and immobilizing you even further. He was strong, that man, and he sounded painfully familiar. You bet you could have recognized him, if only his tongue wasn't mapping out your folds and plunging into you again and again. He worked you out relentlessly, playfully, slurping loudly, occasionally pinching the fat of your buttocks or thighs, and despite the uncomfortable, painful position, despite the fear, your clit throbbed and walls flattered.
"Fuck? Baby, I thought you'd never ask! Let's prepare you first though. Don't want to brag but I'm quite big."
Didn't want to brag, but bragged anyway. So typical for... the person... you could almost envision him.
Oh no.
"Yes, baby, you're so wet, I bet you could take two of them right from the start!" two long digits worked into you smoothly, almost gently.
It couldn't be him.
"You tasted so sweet, wish I could eat you out forever! Don't have much time though, I'm pretty sure some fucker has already called the cops," his lips peppered your lower back, while fingers were sliding in and out slowly before abruptly picking up speed, curling to rub all the good spots and spreading inside to prepare your walls for the upcoming cock.
He was such a good guy. He wouldn't hurt anyone!
When fingers finally withdrew, another object took their place. Warmer, wetter, bigger.
"Wait, Satoru-!" you screamed, but it was too late: in one swift, rough motion, his length pushed inside and lodged deep, way too deep that you were prepared for. He didn't lie, and now you finally realised what you got into: Gojo Satoru's dick was huge.
And it was inside of you now.
"Ohhh, baby, I wondered when you'd catch up," Gojo panted in triumph. "Oof, should have stretched you a bit longer, sorry, bet it hurts."
If you expected him to get angry, wary or shy after you openly recognized him, you were wrong. If anything, it seemed like he was waiting for it.
"Some people instantly clocked who I was. Killed all of the smartasses tho. But you were taking it soo long, babe, really needed that dick to finally slip inside to call out my name?" he leaned in closer to the wall, tapped it and whispered, though loud enough for you to hear on the other side. "Keep it in your pretty mouth, want to hear you moan it again and again."
And with that he took a fast, rapid pace right from the start. It was too much, your walls struggling to accommodate his length, even after he ate you out, even after the fingering. In any other circumstances a bit of foreplay maybe would have done it, but right there you were uncomfortable, scared and confused.
Gojo was a good friend of yours. Not the closest one, but not distant either, and from your perspective, you two were hitting it off really well: a little bit of jokes here, some flirting there. Aside from him being insanely hot, he appeared to be a good man. You trusted him.
"Shit, you're gripping me so tight," he hissed. "But I don't hear those moans. You didn't faint from pleasure back there, did you?" one of his big hands landed a loud smack on your ass again, while the other sneaked around to rub your clit. "Come on, babe, if you scream my name - not in fear - I'll tell you one big secret. How does that sound?"
With the way he was pounding you, you really struggled to keep in all the sounds, even though you were desperately trying. Betrayal burned even deeper than the sore in your pussy from being stretched this wide. Why was he doing this? Was that the secret he wanted to tell you? And then what, was he gonna kill you after he came?
"Oh, you're gripping me tight- But still so quiet, babe, I don't like that," he stilled for a moment, lifted your leg again, changed an angle and thrusted again.
"Ah!"
"There it is," his voice brimmed with satisfaction at finding your sensitive spot. Maybe it was an entrance to your cervix, you couldn't tell at this point, because he started penetrating you so fast and rough, but bringing you so much reluctant pleasure that your vision swimmed and you couldn't keep nor your voice, nor even your drool in, mouth falling agape, legs giving out.
"Say it," Gojo demanded, fingers pinching your clit demandingly. "God, I wish I could grope your tits right now-"
"..toru," you mewled weakly.
"Can't hear you!"
"Good girl, (y/n), such a good girl. My perfect slut, getting fucked dumb by a killer. All while you gut fucking stuck in the wall like in some cheap hentai," he panted triumphally between thrusts. "As for the secret? Hah! Never intended to kill you in the first place, yeah, that's right, does this turn you on? You're gripping me so tight! Fuck, gonna cum soon. You're too sexy for death anyway. I'm going to knock you out...or up," he chuckled, "and bring with me to my big expensive mansion, the one you wanted to visit so badly! I'd get you a nice dress, a cozy little room in my basement and a pretty golden collar that says my name. Would you like that? Sucking my cock every day, letting me use this wet, juicy pussy?"
"Satoru!" it felt like your brain just gave up, your pride gone. All that was left was survival instinct and animalistic sexual pleasure he was wrenching out of you. It was too intense, the whole wall started to creak and rumble like it was about to fall apart, just like you.
It didn't take long for you discomfort and confusion to drown in the ocean of pleasure he was deliberately bringing to you. Gojo Satoru was known for being an excellent seducer and a masterful partner in bed and you always wondered if the rumors were actually true. Well, now you knew it was the reality: even if your coupling was nonconsensual, even if he was a crazy killer, he still fucked like a god, melting your brain and body, pressing and stroking all the right points. Damn, for a second you actually wished he could touch your chest.
"Satorusatorusatorusatoru-" your orgasm ripped through you so viciously and so strongly, your hold body jolted and shook. Gojo fucked you through it and didn't stop there.
You couldn't form a coherent answer, so he slapped your ass in annoyance.
"Answer me, now."
"Y-yes. Fuck! Yes."
"Fuck yes? That's the spirit, doll! Let me give you something precious then, something very, very valuable, huh?"
His pace started to falter, whines and moans falling from his lips as his cock throbbed inside, and with few particularly timed thrusts he finally spilled inside your pussy.
"Gojo's genes," he breathed out, obviously grinning. "Hope your cervix is a gourmet... Oh, well, not like it has a choice."
Through the blood pumping in your ears you heard some police sirens, and Satoru obviously heard them too, because he hissed in annoyance, slid out of you, dropped your leg and in one motion pulled you out. Your body hung in his hands like a ragdoll, legs wobbly and head dizzy, it all felt like a weird dream. Especially when he pushed you to the wall, turning to face him finally.
He wasn't wearing a mask, no anymore, and his blue gaze that used to seem gentle and kind now looked borderline affectione if it wasn't for someone's blood on his t-shirt. Seeing that crimson stains woke you up from your fucked dazed immediately, tears of desperation forming in your eyes again, and only one question:
"Why?" you muttered, eyes looking into his, trying to see any confirmation that it was all just a very ugly, disgusting prank.
Instead he just cradled your face in his big hands, bringing you closer for an open mouth kiss, his tongue slipping something inside your mouth, not letting go until you swallowed.
"Pretty girl, we're going to have so much fun," he cooed sultry, and your vision faded, whatever drug he gave you knocking you out almost instantly.
Tag(s)/Warning(s): dub-con/non-con, masturbation, orgasm control, sex toy possession, ghost roommate, afab, fem pronouns (you get called good girl once), short and unedited
Having a ghost for a roommate was hard enough—constant flickering lights, scares, slamming doors and drawers, little scribbles on fogged glass, among other things.
You aren’t even able to bring anyone over, with it constantly scaring them away. You yell at it, and it pettily knocks over your stuff; you… coexist. This was not what you signed up for when you moved into this apartment, but the rent was cheap, and aside from the ghost, it wasn’t that bad.
That is, until your ghost roommate had taken an interest in possessing your sex toys.
You let your ghost get away a lot, but your bedroom was absolutely off-limits. You threatened to exorcise the fuck out of it if it even thought about invading your room, and so far, it hasn’t. It was either scared (doubtful) or showed no interest in your room. Until now, you suppose.
It happened in the midst of a self-care session, you were fucking yourself open with a vibrator on a low setting, taking your time to reach the heights of pleasure. Until it was abruptly hijacked, ramped up to the highest setting, and suddenly pounding in your poor cunt as if possessed.
You cry out curses as you’re engulfed with unexpected pleasure, shaking as you try to stop it, but it doesn’t budge. It keeps going like it has a mind of its own, and there’s only one suspect in your mind in that moment—your darling ghost.
“I… I thought I told you, if you ever…” the sentence crumbled in the back of your throat as you feel yourself drawing closer and closer, “oh, fuck, oh fuck, fuck, I’m gonna—”
Your wet walls clenched around the possessed object, toes curling as you neared your climax. So, so, so close…
Then it stopped, depriving you of your much-needed release. You almost let out a whine, feeling as your cunt throbs at the loss. “You…” you take a moment to catch your breath, “the fuck is wrong with you?”
It answers by knocking the box of your toys onto the floor.
This goes on for a few days. You try to relieve some stress, it takes control, brings you so close to the edge, then abruptly stops. You almost call a priest, but how exactly would you explain that the ghost that’s been haunting you for a while decided to possess your sex toys and deprive you of your orgasms?
Yeah, you don’t want to imagine how that’d go over. So you didn’t.
One day, it leaves you a note with one of your vibrators on top, practically demanding you wear it. Begrudgingly, you do as you go about your chores around the house, defeated.
It rewards you with gentle stimulation, vibe thrumming pleasantly inside you as the other end buzzes deliciously against your clit.
It's low enough for you not to get too distracted whilst trying to tidy the apartment, stopping your tracks occasionally when it decides to amp the vibration for a moment, panties already soaked. Perhaps it’ll finally let you come.
You’re inside the bathroom, organizing the mess that is your counter, when it turns it up a notch, then two, then three, ‘till you're gripping the sink with filthy whines and moans.
Pleasure heating your skin as your heart beats in your ears, hips grinding against it as you near the edge with a patheically hopeful sob.
“Yes…yes, keep… going…” You manage to say between your needy moans, legs trembling as you struggle to stay up. It gives you whiplash how quickly your ghost lowers it into a soft hum, practically nothing, yet again ripping your bliss away from you. You let out a frustrated yell, “Just get it over with!”
The mirror fogs up with a message.
‘Only if you say please.’
You can practically feel the condescension dripping off the words, mocking you. You murmur a curse under your breath, which in turn ramps up the levels yet again. Your pride crumbles into nothing, hurriedly spilling out the words it wanted to hear. “Okay, okay! Please, please let me cum…!”
Your ghost sets it to the highest setting, buzzing almost roughing inside you and against your clit, bringing you pleasure in waves and pulses. You can barely hold yourself up anymore, knees meeting the ground as high-pitched moans and pleas leave your lips, basically writhing on the tiled ground as your orgasm hits you all at once, a scream ripped from your throat.
It continues to vibrate inside you as you shudder and shake, cum soaking through your shorts and rolling down your thighs, clit puffy and abused. Babbles fall from your lips, jumbled as you beg for more, for it to please, please keep, don’t stop.
It doesn’t, not until you’re a puddle of your mess on the floor, thoughts fizzled and gone from your mind. The shower door glass fogs up with another message.
