Summary: Someone in the League of Villains has been drugging you and doing things to you, and you were going to find out who
Word Count: 6.5k
Rating: X 18+
Warnings: Dark fic, smut, noncon, dubcon, masochism, sadism, drugging, mentions of exhibitionism/vouyerism
Minors DNI
There was a cockroach on your bedroom floor.
Your bedroom that was technically a small storage room with only a small futon and a lamp.
It was staring at you.
So you stared back, as your tired eyes tried to adjust to the blurry cockroach that sat no more than five inches from your face as you lay in bed.
You felt like you were hit by a truck.
The cockroach glowed in the sunlight that filtered into the room… you were lucky enough to end up with a window at least. Even if the moonlight never did reach far enough into the far corner of the room, leaving your imagination to run rampant in the middle of the night as to what lay within those shadows.
Though, you don’t think your imagination held a light to your reality now.
The room was spinning, you had to keep adjusting your eyes to the disgusting insect in front of you.
You pulled your bedsheet back ever so slightly, your arm broke through the cocoon of blankets you had wrapped yourself in. Slowly you reached your arm out, pointer finger outstretched, and neared the bug.
You touched it.
Almost immediately the fucking thing scurried, flipped, and chirped over and over again, running rampant all over the floor. Until after what would be an angonizingly long two minutes for the insect, it died.
Each organ shut down one by one, its little body physically unable to function with the amount of pain a single stroke of your finger caused it.
You pulled your arm back into your cocoon and you stared at the dead cockroach.
You don’t remember taking off your gloves last night. That went for the hoodie you always wore to bed… that went for your pants… that went for your underwear.
You also don’t remember drinking anything last night.
But you were hungover.
Your head wouldn’t stop spinning, you felt like you were going to throw up, and everything just fucking hurt. But the general soreness from the hangover didn’t overshadow the burning, throbbing pain that came from between your legs.
Which meant it had happened again.
You felt your eyes watering, burning tears stinging at your tear ducts.
The first time you tried to chalk it up to falling into bad habits again.
Getting black out drunk was no stranger to you. It had always been easier to turn to the bottle than learn how to control your quirk. It dulled your senses, lessened the harm you could inflict, made you forget what it was to be an outcast of society.
It was safer for everyone that way.
But ever since the broker found you, selling you sweet visions of the future. A future you could help fight for by teaming up with the League of Villains. You had fallen hook, line, and sinker. You quit your vices.
But even if you had decided to drink the night away, that didn’t explain the blood and what you could only assume was dried cum that caked the inside of your thighs.
It was even on your face and in your hair.
That’s what had sent you reeling.
No man, woman, animal, or insect could touch you without immediately doubling over to writhe in pain.
So who the fuck managed to put their cock in you.
You had been so caught up in the how that you never stopped to think about the who until now.
You didn’t want to think of the only logical explanation.
One of your comrades was drugging you and raping you in the middle of the night and now that it’s happened twice, there’s no denying it. No more denying what was clearly in front of you no matter how fucking insane or impossible it should have been.
A choked sob clawed at your dry throat.
Joining this ragtag team of villains was the only thing that ever gave you a sense of purpose in your waste of a life.
You had nothing.
A father that blamed you for your mother’s death. Telling you that all the unending pain you caused her was the reason she put that gun in her mouth. Out on the streets by fifteen, left to mug people with your quirk just to get by. Getting caught by heroes left and right left you with a criminal record. Alcohol had been your only sense of comfort.
You couldn’t leave the League. You can’t go back to that life.
You don’t know how long you laid in bed covered in those dried fluids and waiting for the world to stop spinning, all you knew was that the sun was setting by the time you forced yourself up and your bladder was fucking killing you.
You extracted your naked body from your cocoon, side stepping the dead roach to gather your clothes from last night that were scattered everywhere.
You pulled your thick black hoodie over your head and your black sweatpants up, hiding the blood and cum so that you could properly take care of it in the bathroom.
You put your gloves on and pulled your hood up and left the room.
~
“She’s alive! No she isn’t!” Was the first thing that greeted you when you had left the bathroom.
”Hey Twice,” you mumbled, trudging past him and to the bar. You sat down.
Sitting hurt.
You barely looked around the room. You didn’t have to see to know that the entirety of the League was hanging out in that bar. These days it seemed you all were just sitting on your asses and twiddling your thumbs, waiting for the opportunity to make a move.
”Would you like a drink?”
You looked up tiredly to Kurogiri who stood behind the bar and shook your head, the amount of sugar in the mocktail you had Kurogiri make for you sometimes would probably make your pounding headache worse, “Water’s fine.”
You folded your arms on the bar counter and buried your face into them.
You didn’t want to be here with any of them right now but going back to your bedroom with those disgusting stains all over your futon also made you sick.
Either way you were trapped.
You didn’t mind the idle chatter from the others though. You could hear Mr. Compress and Spinner talking behind you in the booth. Twice was on the floor with Toga and from the sounds of it was playing around with his quirk and random items from the bar. Kurogiri talked to Shigaraki to your right of the counter and to your left was a normally brooding Dabi.
One of them had raped you.
You heard a ‘clink’ next to your folded arms, and found Kurogiri placing your water in front of you.
”Thanks,” you mumbled, grasping and raising the glass to your dry lips.
You gulped down the water quickly, draining the glass. You were so, extremely dehydrated.
Placing your glass down you looked to the side, only to find Shigaraki staring at you from behind ‘Father’s’ hand.
Shigaraki always fucking stared.
’The fucking virgin just wants to fuck you. Probably wants to see how long he’d last before you make his dick fall off’
That’s what Dabi had told you after watching you shift uncomfortably in your seat under his unwavering gaze your first night there.
You couldn’t deny he was suspect number 1 on your list.
You pulled the drawstrings of your hood, putting your head back down.
”Where were you this morning. We had a meeting.”
Fuck— now he was talking to you.
”I had a rough morning,” is what you replied with, words muffled by the fabric of your hoodie.
Your heart beat picked up, beginning to hammer in your ribcage as you heard him stand up.
He was moving closer, sitting himself in the seat next to yours.
He had said nothing for a few long beats and the uncomfortable proximity of his body to yours made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.
”Someone was in your room last night.”
It felt like the air was knocked out of you.
You slowly peered up at him through your hood, finding Shigaraki watching in sick satisfaction as if he just caught you red handed.
The accusation hung heavily in the air as you tried to find the words. Was he self admitting? Or did he see something? Did he know who it was?
But he continued before you could respond.
”You told us no one could touch you without your quirk activating but you’re fucking all night and missing meetings in the morning. You lied to us.”
“No—“ you blurted, perhaps slightly too loud. You leaned in closer, “I—I don’t— it’s not my fault,” you panicked, “I don’t know what’s happening— I would never lie to you about something like that, please. The League is all I have.”
He eyed you and the tears that brimmed in your eyes. His scrutinizing gaze unwavering from your face as he decided whether or not to believe your words.
“Fine,” he muttered.
”Do… do you know who it was?” You asked softly, still not completely sure it still wasn’t him to begin with, but if it wasn’t and he did know…
”You don’t know?” He asked, suddenly starting to scratch at his neck.
”No.” you replied, quickly wiping a tear that fell.
He was about to say something when someone cut in.
”Would you just leave the crybaby alone.”
Dabi.
“I’m not a crybaby,” you muttered, finally leaning away from Shigaraki, barely sparing Dabi a glance.
Shigaraki started scratching with his other hand now, which meant Kurogiri was near, ready to talk him down from whatever ledge he was currently walking on.
”Yeah, sure,” he remarked sarcastically.
You should just go back to your room. You don’t think you can handle talking to someone else that could possibly be violating you.
Unlike Shigaraki, Dabi barely spared you a glance and rarely talked to you. And although he seemed to be more mentally there than some of your other teammates, you wouldn’t put it past him to hurt you.
He still had a cock after all.
Kurogiri refilled your glass.
”Thanks,” you muttered again, taking a sip.
This was too much. Too suffocating. You needed to be alone even if that meant seeing those stains on your bed.
You stood back up, taking your water with you.
”I’m going back to bed.”
With that, you left the room ignoring the stares and the ‘boos’ that followed after you from Toga for leaving so early.
You’d work with them but for now, they couldn’t be your friends.
Not until you found out which of those fuckers had touched you.
-
You isolated yourself after that.
You went through the motions. You did what you were supposed to. You did the quirk training Shigaraki’s master required of you. You went to the meetings. You tried finding new recruits now and then.
But you stopped hanging out with the others and you only spoke to them if it had to do with business with the League.
Toga and Twice seemed to be the most broken up about it, you had been the closest with those two prior to everything.
But the more you were left with your own thoughts the more everyone became a suspect.
Even Toga. She was a shapeshifter and even if it was unlikely, the fact that she even had the ability to transform into the others set you on edge.
And what if Twice was making clones. You knew he didn’t make clones of himself but what if he made that one exception. Or what if he made a clone of one of the others without them knowing and the clone was the one that raped you and Twice killed it after so not even a real person attacked you and you’re just losing your mind in front of everyone and they have no clue as to why-
‘What if, What if, What if’
You were losing your fucking mind.
You weren’t really even sleeping at night, three hours at most. You were too scared someone was going to sneak in. Whoever it was was clearly somewhat resistant to your quirk and your only line of defense you ever relied on was useless.
But you also refused to leave. You had run from every one of your problems your entire life. You weren’t about to do that here. You needed this— a purpose for your life. Hope for a better future.
You needed a plan.
You needed to figure out who was hurting you. How they were drugging you. How they were touching you.
You had just as much of a right to be here as the rest of them and you weren’t going to be trapped in fear.
You just needed a plan.
~
Dabi sat at the end of the bar, off in his own little world, away from the others and their bonding. Away from their talks about nothing that wouldn’t matter in the end anyway.
It had been another fucking useless day, just a bunch of “villains” sitting around and hanging out.
His own efforts have proven fruitless, everyone out there was trash and finding new recruits was becoming harder and harder to find with each day.
Cyan eyes glanced at the group, some holding careless smiles and laughing, others brooding in their own little minds as well.
They were all there except you.
You hadn’t around them much these days but slowly and surely you had been coming out of your room more and more again.
It seemed like you were starting to let your guard down again.
But right now you were busy in that old warehouse the League found for you to quirk train.
Your training in particular was a cruel affair that he’s had the privilege of sitting in on once or twice.
It was more torture than anything else. Trying to see just how much pain you could inflict on unwitting strangers that had been swept off the streets for that reason and that reason alone.
He couldn’t be sure if you enjoyed it or not. Your face always passive and indecipherable in those moments. But you’d do it anyway. You did whatever ‘ol crusty and his master asked of you.
It pissed him off how willingly you followed after that fucking virgin.
It also pissed him off seeing how much Shigaraki enjoyed that.
Dabi sighed, raising his glass to his lips and taking a swig of the drink.
You’d be back any minute now and you’d be tired, exhausted even.
Maybe you’d want to have a quick drink with the others before heading to bed.
His jaw tensed at the thought and he drained the rest of his glass.
Or maybe you’d go straight to hiding in your room again. Barely sparing a glance or a few words with anyone.
Fuck.
He may have overdone it last time.
But the sight of you beneath him, his hands spreading your thighs wide open, watching his cock thrusting in and out of your tight little cunt— each barbell pierced into his cock disappearing and reappearing one by one while you babbled whatever came to your inebriated mind, tits jolting with every thrust— it was too much. And Fuck— the way it hurt, every nerve ending a live fucking wire—
”Hey guys,” you mumbled tiredly.
He didn’t even hear the door open.
The others greeted you as he watched you approach them in his peripherals. Some greetings more animated than others, in Toga’s and Twice’s case specifically.
”How was quirk training!?” Toga asked with a toothy grin.
”Fine,” you mumbled, taking a seat at the bar next to Compress.
”Would you like a drink?” Kurogiri asked per routine.
”Yeah, surprise me. Just no alcohol,” you nodded, making Toga cheer, happy to see you spending time with them again. “Don’t get too excited. ‘M not staying up for long, I have more quirk training tomorrow morning so I’m going to bed after this one.”
”Aw boo—,” she grumbled. “No fun.”
”Hey, how’s the gun feel by the way?” Spinner asked.
”Still getting the hang of it, but it feels good. Thanks again.”
”Yeah, no problem.”
The conversation shifted as Twice started telling stories of his more adventurous exploits when he was younger. And there was Shigaraki eye fucking you again.
Dabi watched from the corner of his eye as Kurogiri made your drink.
Weeks had passed since that last time he visited you. Kurogiri had made you only four drinks since then.
And Dabi watched patiently as he poured in each ingredient.
But it was tonight that he used the pineapple juice.
You were the only one in the League that drank the pineapple juice.
He watched him place the glass down in front of you.
He watched you take a sip.
A grin pulled on the corners of his mouth.
From here on out all he needed to do was wait. And Dabi was nothing if not patient. He had to wait for you to finish the drink, wait to hear you tell everyone you were tired and going to bed, and finally wait as each and every member of the League turned in for the night.
Usually by the time he could sneak into your room you were peacefully asleep. Never expecting Dabi to rouse you from your sleep, surprise taking your features every time.
Tonight was no different.
Just like clockwork you were the first to retreat to your room for the night… but not before draining your glass.
Fuck— he was getting excited.
One by one, each of his comrades decided to call it a night.
First Shigaraki and Kurogiri, then Compress, then Toga, Twice, Spinner…
And that made one.
Dabi cleared his throat, choking back the excited giggle that threatened to escape and climbed to his feet.
It had been too fucking long since he’s been able to indulge like this. With not much else to do these days he had been left with his own imagination and hand for too long.
Like a moth to a flame he found himself at your door, silently pushing it open and slipping inside.
His eyes nearly glowed in the dimly lit room as they landed on your curled up figure, laid peacefully on your futon, fast asleep.
Moonlight was the only thing to illuminate the room.
His cock throbbed, it was painfully hard as it had been for almost an hour now, precum smearing his boxers no doubt.
He palmed himself through his pants as he walked towards your peaceful form, pretty face becoming clearer the closer he got and the more his eyes adjusted to the lighting.
Unceremoniously, he collapsed to the floor, sitting down in front of you, no more than five inches from you. He watched your chest rise and fall with each of your breaths.
Carefully, he picked up a lock of hair and tugged.
You stirred but were far too drugged to wake up from the action.
He dropped the lock, fingertips now reaching for your face— your cheekbone, gently brushing them along your warm skin.
His breath hitched, little electrical shocks started in his fingers and danced up the length of his arm.
”Fuck, got my fucking cock throbbing, crybaby” he panted huskily, “Time to open those pretty eyes of yours now,” he said, giving your shoulder a shake.
“Hmm,” you whined.
”Wake up,” he said again, a harder shake this time.
You blinked your eyes open just slightly, before shutting them again.
You gave a confused hum, “Dabi?” You mumbled.
”That’s right crybaby.”
”What’re—why,” you slurred together.
He pushed your shoulder back— you were so pliant that he was able to effortlessly maneuver you onto your back.
You continued to mumble, trying to make sense in your drug addled mind as to why Dabi was in your room. All the while he was climbing onto the mattress and spreading your thighs as he settled between them. He tugged you down slightly, hooking your legs over his hips and pressing his clothed cock against you.
”Miss me crybaby? I’ve sure missed you,” he grinned, grabbing your gloved hand in his own and guiding it towards the tent in his pants, “See.” He exhaled breathily, using your hand to grasp his cock.
You tried opening your eyes again, waking up a bit more.
”Wha’s happenin’” you murmured, fingers wiggling in his hold as you tried shifting beneath him.
He only hummed, saying nothing as he lifted your hand up. He grasped the middle finger of your glove and pulled.
And just like every other time, your eyes shot open.
”No,” you whined.
”Yes,” he hissed back, pulling your glove completely off and discarding it to the side.
”Can’t touch,” you pulled your hand back and he let you cradle it to your chest. Instead shrugging his jacket off and pulling his shirt off before tossing them with your glove.
”Yes you can,” he grabbed your wrist, placing your hand on his abdomen.
Specifically on the deep purple scars.
Pain radiated from the surface of skin you touched, deep into the tissue. A shockwave of hurt burst from the center of his body, outwards.
His head fell back as a guttural groan clawed its way from his throat.
He ground his cock into you as wave after wave of pain wracked his body.
It was then that your sobs reached his ears.
He dropped your hand but the pain lingered blissfully, though it was dull.
“Fuck.”
The first touch was always the best.
He grinned as he gazed at your tear stricken face.
”Let’s get you out of this,” he said, tugging your hoodie up.
You struggled but were too weak to stop him, every muscle in your body relaxed from the drugs.
You babbled nonsense, he didn’t even bother to try to make sense of what you were saying, just like every time before. Besides, the blood rushing in his ears was distracting anyway.
You had no bra on, making his fingers move to the button of your jeans, fumbling with it as he eyed your tits heaving up and down with each of your breaths. He finally yanked them off your legs, along with your panties.
“Why are— does it hurt?” You continued to mumble, “How.”
“Hah—“ A laugh escaped Dabi. Tonight you seemed more concerned about hurting him rather than him stripping you down naked and getting ready to fuck you. “Wanna remember how good I can make you feel?” He asked, fingers now finding your wet cunt, stroking between your folds. That familiar, irresistible pain resumed in his hand as he pet you.
You gasped and wriggled, trying to move up the bed and get away, but the new grip on your hip prevented you from doing so.
Dabi’s head was reeling, pain and pleasure clouded his mind.
You were the only fucking girl that set his nerves ablaze in such a way. If it wasn’t for his vengeance set in a different, higher place he thinks he would never leave the bedroom with you.
Two fingers pressed into your cunt and slid in, making you squeal.
”Dabi no—“ you sobbed, continuing to wriggle in vain. “Why—“
“Shh,” he hushed, “Don’t think, just feel,” his thumb found your clit and rubbed tight little circles into it.
”Stop— I never— I’mma virgin.“
He barked out another laugh.
”You haven’t been a virgin for over a month now crybaby.”
You whimpered and cried, turning your head into your pillow as your voice became higher and higher pitched the longer this went on.
His free hand stroked your body, feeling the curve of your hips and the dip in your waist before gripping your breast. He then dived for the other, latching his lips around your nipple, pain sparking in his lips and tongue and the parts of his chest that brushed against you.
He continued to suck and tug on your nipples as his other hand continued to work you between your legs.
”Why, why, why—“ you cried, “Dabi why.”
”Because you’re mine you fucking idiot— now cum already.” He growled against your breast.
Your back arched as if his voice held any actual authority, and you came. Tears streaking your face with each spasm of your cunt.
When you came back down to earth you were a shivering, sniveling mess.
”See,” he sighed, “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”
You sniffled, keeping your eyes squeezed shut.
”None of that,” he pulled the hand from between your legs and cupped your face, fingers digging into your cheeks as he smeared your fluids against your face. “No pretending you’re somewhere else. Open your eyes.” You blinked them open slowly, “Good.” He hummed, smacking your cheek lightly and sitting back up.
The pain you inflicted had finally turned into a duller thrum throughout his body.
Meaning he had to fuck you now for his next fix.
He sucked your sticky wetness from his fingers before undoing his belt then his jeans.
He pulled his cock out, the feeling of it brushing against you making you inch away.
”See that baby?” He grunted, tilting his head back as he stroked his cock and cupped his balls, “You’ve got me so fucking pent up. Makin’ me wait almost an entire month.” He looked back down to you, eyeing you up like an animal. “Ready for my cock crybaby~” he taunted.
The words had fresh tears spilling down your cheeks.
”I’ll take that as a yes.”
He tugged you down by the hips, cock nestling between your folds. He gasped out and jolted at the sensation in his cock.
There was no separation of the pain and pleasure you inflicted on him. It was one. Indivisible.
And so much better than anyone else could ever offer.
He gripped his cock and lined it up at your entrance, heart beating rapidly against his ribcage.
His breathing came out hard and laborious, chest rising and falling dramatically as he psyched himself up to push into you.
That initial thrust would have him cumming. It did every time.
Fingers bit into your hips.
“1…” he growled, “2…” he shut his eyes.
”3.” Said the voice behind his ear.
Dabi’s eyes snapped open in time to see the bullet lodge itself between your eyes.
Your dead body turned to sludge, melting beneath him.
His ears rang as the unmistakable feel of a barrel of a gun pressed itself against the back of his head.
You held the gun, standing over Dabi’s kneeling figure.
As the ringing died in both yours and Dabi’s ears, the deafening silence became louder.
Bile crawled up the back of your throat as you looked over his shoulder.
His cock was still hard.
You cocked the gun, the little ‘click’ shattering the silence.
He sighed, shoulders slumping as he pushed his head back, leaning into the gun’s barrel.
”Maybe…” his raspy voice started, “I underestimated you.”
”I could kill you,” you replied coolly, “I should kill you.”
”But you won’t. I’m a pretty big player in all this League of Villains shit and you know that,” he started turning slowly, looking over his shoulder, bathing his profile in a bluish moonlight and illuminating the sick grin he wore, “So what exactly’s the plan then? Huh, crybaby?”
He was taunting you.
You set your jaw tightly and genuinely thought about pulling the trigger.
The nickname made you sick. You thought he was just being an asshole to you in the bar a few weeks ago when he called you that… you wouldn’t have thought it was a twisted little nickname he gave you after assaulting you.
”I want to talk.”
He scoffed, turning around, gazing up at you as he sat leisurely on your futon. He didn’t even bother to tuck his cock back into his pants. “I didn’t come in here to talk.”
”But that’s exactly what’s going to happen asshole or I’m going to tell Shigaraki—“
”He already knows crybaby. He watched.”
You faltered, face completely falling, “He- he what?”
Dabi grinned maliciously at you, “I let him watch last time, especially since you were such a good girl for me the first time I stopped by, taking my cock so well. I figured since he has such a hard time keeping his eyes off you then I’d really give him something to look at.”
“So,” you began shakily, “When he was interrogating me at the bar for missing that meeting—“
”Oh he knew why. He had been jerkin’ it to you the entire night.”
Fuck— tears were starting to collect in your tear ducts.
You blinked quickly in an attempt to hold them back.
You were just so fucking weak. How was it that you found yourself in progressively worse situations your entire life.
Joining these guys was supposed to mean something.
”Why,” you swallowed, gun shaking in your hand, “I thought we were supposed to be teammates.”
”I’d argue that we’re more than that now,” the words felt sinister, making you grow sicker by the second, “Do you want to know what the first thing I thought when the broker introduced you?”
You stayed silent, you didn’t want to play into this little game of his.
”I thought ‘now what cruel motherfucker would make someone that looked like you but wasn’t allowed to be touched’? But then,” he leaned back on his hands, nearly presenting his cock to you, “Once I was balls deep in that tight little virgin cunt, and you were shaking and crying in my arms I realized that you were made for me. I am the only man in this world that can fuck you. Your cunt belongs to me.”
Shit, shit, shit
”Don’t feel too bad though. This isn’t a one way street. I’ve never had pussy that’s made me fucking shake before, and that’s all you crybaby. You’re the only one that can offer me the kind of pain and pleasure that makes me forget about every crappy thing in my life.”
He was getting in your fucking head.
“You’re insane.” You muttered hoarsely, throat suddenly dry, gun shaking even more in your hands.
”Well, what sane man would want you?”
You don’t know what possessed you, the weeks of anxiety? All the pent up anger he had caused?
Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. You threw the gun across your little room and lunged at Dabi.
He wanted to feel pain? Then you’d show him what actual pain feels like.
Your inebriated body couldn’t access the full potential of your quirk.
And you hadn’t been quirk training for nothing.
You tackled him to the futon and landed in the muddy remnants of your clone, straddling his waist as you placed both your palms against his bare chest.
Dabi’s hand flew to your wrists as… as a groan left his throat. It wasn’t a scream or a wail, it wasn’t what you expected. And the pinch in his eyebrows was anything but anguish.
His palms were hot but he wasn’t using his quirk to push you away.
You had seen and heard looks of agony and suffering on people more than you’d care to admit, but this was not that.
You pushed against his chest harder, against the deep purple scars and seams of his body, digging your fingers into the stapled flesh and drawing blood.
”Fuck— that’s different,” he groaned out, “Why’s it different.”
”Why aren’t you in more pain,” you snapped, “I’ve made grown men kill themselves after only brushing against my arm just to end their suffering. What the fuck is wrong with you!” You screamed into his face.
He only moaned in response.
Which was when you had realized he had reached down when you weren’t paying attention. He reached between the gap where you had either leg on either side of his body and was fisting his cock. He was jerking himself off while you were hurting him.
A disillusioned laugh escaped your throat, broken and choppy.
This was absurd.
This went against everything you believed about your quirk while growing up.
That your entire identity surrounded the fact that you inflicted pain and everyone and anything would always see you as the villain because of that. You were meant to be avoided and feared, never wanted or desired.
You were losing your goddamned mind.
”You’re a fucking freak,” you suddenly laughed louder at the realization, watching him drag his fist over his cock, the metal barbells of his Jacob’s ladder glinting in the moonlight. “You walk around here all tough and moody, acting like you’re better than everyone else but you’re just as fucking crazy as the rest of them.”
“You’re just as sick,” he choked out with a laugh of his own, “Watching me playing with your clone. You listened to her cry and beg me to stop and you just watched.”
”Shut up,” you hissed. You knew it was wrong, you had promised her you’d stop him before he touched her inappropriately, but when he started you couldn’t bring yourself to end things.
A twisted part of you wanted to watch and it made you fucking sick.
Just as what you did next made you sick.
You reached down between your legs and grabbed his cock yourself, pushing his own hand away.
He threw his head back, letting out an even louder groan. You could tell this one hurt more than the hand on his chest and it made you smile knowing he was in pain no matter how much pleasure he got from it.
You started jerking him off yourself, listening to his heaving grunts and groans with every stroke of your hand. You paid no mind to the piercings in his cock, if he liked the pain then he could deal with any snagging.
He started tugging on your shirt, pushing it up higher. His hands pawing at your body until one reached your bra, pushing it up to grab your tits.
Your mind felt like it was splitting. You didn’t want him to touch you but you didn’t want to stop him.
But the nail in the coffin was when he tangled a hand in the back of your hair and tugged you down.
He was kissing you.
He tasted like burnt flesh and cigarettes.
His tongue forced itself past your lips and brushed against your own in broad strokes.
You didn’t pull away, you only kissed him back with equal fervor, biting his lips and letting him stick his tongue as far back into your mouth as he wanted to.
You moaned into the kiss, a moan that had been swallowed by his mouth, sending a flutter of excitement in the pit of your stomach.
He broke the kiss. Glowing cyan eyes boring into yours, “Ride me crybaby.”
You sat up, pulling your hoodie over your head and quickly undoing your bra, throwing them to the side as Dabi pulled at your pants.
You smacked his hands away, standing up to work them down your legs yourself before landing on top of him again.
He hissed at the pain as you touched him with a newly exposed body.
You ignored him, grabbing his cock and lining it up at your entrance. You sunk down slowly, adjusting to the size and the feeling of the piercings entering you.
But it wasn’t fast enough for Dabi because he was grabbing at your hips and pulling you down forcefully onto his cock.
You shook and cried out from the pain, collapsing against his chest as you sucked in breath after breath.
But Dabi shook harder from underneath you, pained moans of your name leaving his lips. You watched in curiosity, ignoring your own throbbing pain from between your legs as he started panting, body going slack.
You started laughing, you were pretty sure the fucking freak just came, ”Did you just—?”
”It’ll get hard again, just start fucking moving,” he grunted, grabbing at your hips.
So you did.
You had no idea what your were doing so you just did whatever felt good, and grinding your clit against his pubic hair felt really good.
The feeling of his cock getting hard inside you again made you dig your fingers into his stapled flesh once more, drawing more blood.
”Shit— ride me better,” he hissed.
”I don’t know how—“
“Shut up,” he spat, holding your hips in a bruising grip as he bent his knees to get some leverage and began to thrust into you from underneath.
“Oh fuck,” you gasped. You had never felt anything like this before.
The next second he was slipping his arms around your back and switching your positions, slipping out of you but you had barely any time to process it as he slammed back into you as he was now hunched over your body.
You yelped at the brutal pace he set, hips pounding against yours. You could feel his balls slapping against your ass and every piercing dragging in and out of you.
Your high pitched, breathy moans mixed with his own deeply pained and pleasured grunts. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and all the lewd wet noises that came with every thrust made you blush deeply.
Next he was yanking your leg up, hooking it over his elbow, allowing him to reach deeper inside you.
You threw your head back, “There,” you breathed out.
You were getting close and Dabi could tell by the clenching and unclenching of your cunt. He snaked a hand down and found your clit, rubbing tight circles into it.
“Cum crybaby, show me this cunt belongs to me.”
You fucking hated that nickname. And you hated his entitlement.
You wrapped your hands around his throat, listening to those pained noises that were starting to make your head spin.
He fucked into you even harder.
Everything went white.
You were cumming and then he was cumming, the two of you shaking in each others arms.
He had slid out with a hiss, collapsing beside you, careful not to touch you.
You stared up at your ceiling, listening to his pants. You turned to look at him.
He really was shaking.
You reached over and touched his chest, grinning at the now truly pained reaction you got.
He activated his quirk making you hiss and pull away, cradling your now burned hand to your chest.
It was quiet for a few beats.
”Why are you able to touch me?” You finally asked.
”The doctor that put me back together said my pain receptors are fucked.”
”Oh,” that actually… made a lot of sense.
You looked back to him again. Eyeing his profile, following the slope of his nose and the subtle pout of his mouth. You looked at his scars, how the deep purple skin was being held together to his healthy skin by staples. You stared at the swollen seams where the skin was connected.
You were beginning to think he had it wrong.
He was actually made for you.
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Tear You Apart Prequel (Dabi x Reader x Shigaraki)
your pining f/o buys your perfume to spray on their pillow to imagine you’re sleeping beside them at night . . . and also to press their face into whilst they furiously jerk off to the thought of you
aah jujutsu kaisen is such a good vibe for this blog!! could i please get sakusa making a complete and utter mess out of itadoris sweet little girlfriend. a good vessel knows how to share with his curse right?
Ryomen Sukuna
TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, religious connotations & blasphemy ig, slight slut shaming if you squint, condescension, mind-break/mind-control, slight hinting to cannibalism again if you squint, forced voyeurism ig
fem reader
"Yuji?"
It was a mistake of you to come. You should have stayed away, you should have listened to the brat's warnings, but you just couldn't bare the thought, could you? Sweet little dumb lamb up for slaughter.
"I'm afraid not, darling."
He took a step forward, you a step back, up all the way into the wall upon the sounds of bones splintering, morphing into a pair of extra arms sprouting out from his sides.
The room was dim, but his eyes glowed a warm ruby red instead of their normal golden brown, the scarring slits carved beneath them both now peeling open, awakening for another pair of jaded eyes looking at you like a predator eyeing prey.
"Yuji? Please..." You tried, but it was in vain.
A smile broke from his face like jagged cracked shards of glass.
"Angel face, I told you... Yuji's not here right now-"
His arms, all four of them, reached out, had you caged between himself, who seemed to grow into a tall menace towering over your small frame, and the cold stiff wall behind you.
"But don't worry... he's watching."
Hands too quick for you to avoid, gripped the fabric of your dress, tearing it off, leaving you bare before the demon in front of you.
"Poor pup is whining like a little bitch... more so than you. But I can't blame him... the brat thinks I'm going to rip your heart from your chest."
The man wearing your boyfriend's face gave a twisted laugh, dark like raked coals, still in Yuji's voice yet so far from a sound he could ever make.
"He fears he'll have to watch the light leave your pretty eyes as you die, your blood staining his fingers an unforgivable scarlet."
You trembled as his hands, the four of them, grabbed your bare waist, his head ducking with a ragged sniff, sighing out in a gasp while levelling with your chest. He gave a small moan in awe before producing his tongue, warm and wet, laving up the valley between your breasts, up your collar and throat, to your ear, whispering on it.
"Don't you cry, turtle dove."
Your arms hung still at your sides like deadweight, not daring to make a move, frozen still, even as the finger from one of his hands curled beneath the band to your underwear, tugging on them in an effortless aim to tear them off.
Your toes curled upon the nippy air kissing your exposed sex, hands clenching when feeling his fingers rub against your slit.
He cooed at you as you whimpered and shook on weak knees, kissing your cheek as another hand spidered up your neck, enclosing large lanky fingers in a snug deadlock around your throat, sharp purple talons sinking playfully into the fine skin in the curve of your jugular, forcing you to look up at him as he stared you down, tears misty in your terror-wide eyes.
"I promise I won't hurt you. I'm not as bad as the brat makes me out to be."
Your eyes blurred to near blindness, unable to focus on anything sept for the burning red residing in his, where it wouldn't surprise you if they started leaking with blood.
Your body rendered to just a rag doll as his bottom arms lifted you up to cradle his torso, one top arm kept between your thighs whilst the other remained wrapping strong fingers tightly around your throat, fingers that would have zero issues snapping your neck if need be.
"It's him you should watch out for... if only you knew what cursed thoughts go tumbling through his brittle hormonal mind..."
He pressed his forehead against yours and continued his taunting, words kissing your face with the stench of his breath.
"Thoughts about you... and all the nasty things he wants to do to you."
There was something wickedly gleeful in his eyes as he sunk two of his fingers inside you, humming at the tightness, spreading them and smiling as you winced at the stretch, otherwise ignoring your horror.
"Torturing himself with lewd pictures of you, thinking about how good you would feel beneath him, wrapped tight around his cock."
Unbothered by how your hands suddenly made to push at his tough chest, his stiff skin liking the attention of your dainty breakable fingers, finding it amusing for a moment, before leaving your throat in favor of gathering your aimless delicate little wrists in a cross above your head, allowing your head to hang and shake from side to side at the thick fingers being pushed inside you.
"Fisting himself until he makes a mess in his bed, your name drooling from his lips." His voice licked at your ears like fire, sending your head spinning like a storm. "You should count your blessings that whatever belongs to him... also belongs to me." He laughed, tightening the hold on your wrists, dragging you up higher in order to lift your head to his level, kissing your unwilling mouth with a smirk.
His arms held you up effortlessly, like you were stuffed with cotton and not flesh and bones, with another hand nudged between your thighs, pumping cruelly long fingers inside you, turning you into honey and velvet, dripping down his tattooed arm, flexing with stiff muscles like the warrior he was.
"Only unlike him... I take good care of my possessions."
His roughened black talons dug in deeper into the soft flesh of your ass, making you whimper, eyes shutting tight, giving way for more fat tears to drizzle down your adorable miserable face.
"And don't shy away from the things I want."
A warm tongue swept up your cheek, giving you no room to avoid it, licking up your tears like he a wasp feasting for honeydew.
"You're too sweet I swear I could devour you both. Gorge myself so wastefully in your warm soft flesh."
He gave a ragged moan, groaning, mouth falling to your chest with his teeth gracing against your collarbones, wide and manic grin spread on his face as he listened to the panicked pitter pat of your precious little fragile heart.
"My two little pets."
He curled his fingers, stretching you out, where the sudden pressure of his sandpaper-rough thumb-pad pressing down on your budding swollen little clit, made you moan out like a little kitten mewing for attention.
"One blundering puppy, and you... sweet soft little innocent bunny in desperate need of corruption."
Your thighs shook upon the guilty knot fighting and twisting in your gut, hopeless eyes looking at the curse where he stood smirking down at your pathetic effort at keeping your undoing at bay, offering no mercy and not a shred of regard despite knowing what he was robbing you of.
"Poor thing, just begging for a helping hand." He purred, hot breath fanning against your already heated face, panting out small adorable whimpers and suppressed moans and frustratedly guilt-ridden whines as you twist on the fingers disappearing inside you, messaging everything tender into a grateful pool in his palm, for where it might have been unwanted, it was pleasure none the less, intimacy unlike anything you'd ever felt before. "Not a single cursed bone in your body, is there?" He admired with a hungry smile, eyes glazed with a sinister heated lustful greed, far away from shameful. "Strictly pure-hearted... just like the angels intended."
You dared look up, only to see him drool like a mongrel, swivel-eyed and manic.
"Forgive me-" He licked his lips, seemingly in an effort to stop salivating, yet only succeeding in slobbering even more, thick drops of spit dripping down onto your chest, making you look down only to see that he'd pulled out that thing Yuji always tried his best hiding when you'd kiss him in manor more heated than chaste. "I'm usually quite the well-behaved curse, but sometimes I just can't seem to hold myself back."
You stirred upon the size, a chill biting up your spine making you swallow thickly.
His large hand having taken hold of his base, stroking tentative fingers up and down his own shaft, smearing pre-cum and spit up alongside thick pulsating veins, rubbing over the glistening red-kissed bulging tip that soon pushed softly into the wet lips of your virgin cunny.
You gasped, squeaking. "No, don't-" But the demon didn't listen, loving how the both you were staring down wide-eyed onto your union, as the thick cock pried your tight walls open, sinking inside you one painful inch at a time.
He groaned at the pressure enveloping him, the resistance no match for his strength, but a resistance none the less.
"Your fault for tempting me." He uttered, squeezing the plush flesh of your ass, lifting you forward to meet him as he bottomed-out inside you. "Don't blame me." His hand ascended to grab your chin, lifting your face so that he could stare down into the pitiful pool of your pretty eyes as he sent you over the edge. "I'm an artist-"
Sweet plaything... you look horrified.
"I see a clean canvas and I just have to go on and destroy it."
He sat curved inside you, bulging out from your poor belly.
"Blame the brat, he's the one who led me to you, offering you to me like a sweet little gift, precious virgin ripe for the plucking."
"Please." You interrupted, clenching tightly around the intruder taking up the taunt space inside, your body jolting at the foreign fulfilling feeling of having something warm and living burrowing itself through you. Virgin anxiety making it feel as though he'd break through whatever weak barrier it pressed up against, how you feared he wasn't satisfied and would continue pushing until fitting inside your stomach and come out through mouth, already choking and hiccuping on the thought alone, clenching around the fat girth of him in hopes of keeping him at bay.
"It's in my nature. You wouldn't want me defying nature, would you?"
His claws pinched at the hallows of your cheeks, not allowing you to look away from the hysterically deranged look on his face, canines sharp as knives dripping with either spit or venom as he smiled down at your horrified little face.
"Truly, everything is as the gods intend."
He seemed to push in deeper, threatening the very thing you feared, feeling so insurmountably big as though reaching inside your organs, stretching you out, poking into and swelling in places that stung and had you recoil each time he made a new move.
"Meaning, they're smiling down at this moment... waiting for the show to begin."
He pulled back with his hips, watching you wince with sadistically gleeful eyes, his smile growing wider at the moan ripped from your chest as he filled you right back up again, reaching deep into that squishy soft spot that had your toes curling and eyes crossing, cute little pink tongue lolling from your mouth as you moaned so ridiculously sweetly for him.
"Yuji~" You whined, which made the demon click his tongue, fucking into you deeper, noticeably harsher with a growl that rippled like an earthquake within his ribcage, sounding ready to level cities.
"Wrong again." He taunted. "Won't you say my name, angel?"
He rocked into you sharply, making you choke on a gasp.
"Won't you moan it for me?" Beginning to roll his hips on repeat, words in a frenzy. "Scream it? Beg and plead and cry with it, carve it like a prayer on your tongue?" His eyes seemed to gleam in some perverted delight. "Come on, give a curse a blessing, and say my name, pretty please, little lamb."
Your eyes turned cotton-flavoured as he kept humping into you, docile and blissful in his arms, hanging off of his every movement.
"Ah- Sukuna~"
He fucked you good and well into the wall, not as harshly as you thought he was going to with the feral smile he gave you while holding your face between his claws, keeping your eyes levelled by his bleeding red gaze. But he took you slow and deep, until you were melting, turning you into jello in his arms.
He hummed, face touching yours while having you completely enslaved to his touch.
"You see, brat?" He whispered. "You were worrying for no reason at all, she can love the both of us."
He sunk in deep, had you enveloping him entirely, even though it seemed impossible.
"Poor sweet thing doesn't have the heart to hate."
You clenched tightly around him, pussy fluttering, kissing alongside his girth while breathing in his exhales.
"Aww, look at you..." He crooned in a soft whisper, still holding your wrists above your head tightly, keeping you firmly pressed against the wall, even as you gave yourself completely away to the gratification he was giving you. "Cock stretching out your tight little cunt." He continued, tone deceptively sweet and soft as he nudged in deeper. "Not so innocent gushing around us like a desperate little whore, are you?"
You gave a moan like a little kitten and he caught your lips in a kiss, softly yet determined to pry open your mouth to explore, tongue swiping along your lips, brushing and playing with yours as you mewed into his mouth, making his face twist again into a wretched gluttonous smirk.
"Tell us how good I'm making you feel, love."
It had been a long time since he had any worshippers. About the same amount of time since he ran out of places to wash the blood from his hands. Which was long ago. People aren't as beholden to true carnage anymore, but he never quite valued those that were either. False worshippers thinking themselves on his level just because they can watch a man beg for his life and not flinch. Silly humans, believing there's strength in disregarding a life, when the real truth is measly human lives have no value to disregard.
Though, he cannot deny he found some pleasure in seeing them bow and sing for him, in the foolishness of it all he might have tipped his head in amusement when he'd find such cute little trinkets at his shrine, goblets brimming with filthy blood of some nameless faceless sinner worth nothing but to water the spider lilies. Naturally, it was more the horrified expressions painting their confused faces once he slaughtered them that brought him joy, to rip them apart as they thought they were safe. That sweet and utter look of betrayal as he sliced open their miserable lives like it meant nothing, having them fully understand that they meant nothing.
But he'd gladly have you.
It might be the brat's influence, but... you would make such a proper little pet, sitting on his lap, snug against his chest, inside the warmth of his kimono with a collar around your throat, pretty markings decorating your soft flesh stating his claim on your terribly adorable fickle soul.
"Come on, love, tell me how much you adore me and I'll give you what you want." His voice was like an echo, filling your mind like an empty cup, ridding it of all other thoughts. "Say the words, little one, and I promise the reward will be worth it."
You couldn't bare the thought of breaking from his eyes, even though you felt as though you was drowning in them, spellbound with your legs tangled around him, urging him to continue whatever sweet sin he'd ensnared you in.
"I love you."
He doesn't remember the last time he'd heard a voice so sweet, so fruitful and whole and holy and his.
The angels must be weeping at the scene, it would give him goosebumps if he wasn't so focused on fulfilling his promise and give you, his sweet precious little thing, what your poor body was aching for.
"You want this, little lamb?"
He angled his hips, his cockhead nudging into a terribly sensitive spot that had your thighs quivering, nodding your head with large pleading doe-eyes, bottom lip caught in your teeth as you clung to his torso tighter, pulling on him like a needy little devotee happy and thirsty for the attention your god was giving you.
"So clingy..." He commented with a snicker, fucking into you again, moulding your insides with the thick curve of his manhood, sending your tummy into a turmoil, spurring and curling like an adder, tightening like a coil, something breaking, falling apart, unwinding and releasing in a spurr, tight gummy walls dancing alongside his cock, milking him in a desperate need for him to empty his balls inside you, fill you up with sticky warmth, make you dumb with pleasure. "Don't worry your sweet little head, angel face, I'll give you what you need. You keep looking at me like that and I'll make a pretty mess of you soon."
You whined in torment at his teasing as he left you wanting for his lips on yours and his seed to spill and paint your insides with milk.
"Well, if you want it so badly, why don't you beg for it?" His eyes glinted dangerously, and you felt compelled to roll your hips like a needy bitch in heat as you whimpered for him, wanting so desperately to hop on his cock and milk him for every single precious drop of cum.
Poor Itadori was crying too. Rendered to watch her pretty little girl's tits bounce up and down, only allowed to feel every lick and kiss and pump and your weeping tight virgin cunt squeeze him for his cum, but not allowed to touch.
He was begging too.
A string of sobbing delirious pleas spluttering from his lips in a raving stream of drool, needing so badly to fill your precious perfect tight cunny with cream.
But Sukuna was far from kind enough to give him the honor of deciding when they were to empty their balls inside your cute cunt, and too selfish to give in to what the two of you wanted so eagerly when you were both singing such sweet pleading hymns for him, begging so preciously for something only he could give you, something he'd keep from you until you were both reduced to pathetic puddles of your own mess, brainless and willing to give up all and everything if only to get a taste of that thing he'd convinced you both was softer and sweeter and better than anything heaven could offer damned sinful creatures such as you.
Idk about y'all but my man shigaraki? He got some mean ass cock I'm talkin bout he got shotgun sized dick, bruise your cervix type of dick- y'all don't wanna hear me you just wanna dance. SHIGARAKI LAYS MEAN ASS PIPE AND Y'ALL JUST DON'T GET IT. LOOK AT HIM- I bet you won't tell him to get off his game and come put his COCK in your stomach. Y'all just wanna fuckin dance bruh, This man dick so fuckin heavy he has a hard time carrying it- he literally throws it onto your face so you can feel just how heavy it really is, but y'all not hearing me at all. Shigaraki's dick is so meaty, heavy, thick, and girthy that only half of it can fit inside you- bitch he gotta hold the rest of his cock to keep it from bending too much when he fucks you. 😭y'all aren't hearing me!!! Shigaraki will literally break your fuckin pussy and guess what? I'll still sit there and take it break it daddy
hiiii omg i was so excited when you posted another part of the bully eren series!! ive been keeping up with the series ever since 2021 and usually i hate bully fics but the way you write eren is just chefs kiss 🤌
i was even more excited when i saw requests are open!
**TW// i wanted to ask what would happen if eren either accidentally/purposely killed us? I thought of this based off the last line from the recent eren fic. would he be the type to commit suicide or try to move on with his life (id be surprised if this is the case based on the other asks sent in previously lol) reader can be any gender btw
tysm for your wonderful writing! i hope you’re doing well!
thank you sm whoever you are for keeping up with my posts even though i’m sooo inconstant<33
not proofread 🌝 as always lololol
There’s something so seeet and hypnotic about death. Some people say they see God, or a light. As your eyes daze and your pulse slows, you can hear wren cooing in your ear.
“ it’s okay baby. I know it’s hard but it’s okay. You don’t have to be scared i’m right behind you.”
Blood flows from your wounds, pulsing and flowing freely. There’s not enough time. There’s no way for you to call for help. There’s no way for you to fight, so you just lay back in erens arms and let him soothe you.
You should’ve known. You should’ve tried and fought harder to get away. You thought if you just ignored him he would go away but it just got worse and worse.
You’d come home from school and nothing particularly interesting happened that day but apparently it was the last straw for eren.
You didn’t answer his texts, you took a different route to class to avoid going past him. You even shut and lock the door behind you knowing he was calling your name.
He waited until nightfall to break in through your kitchen window. Mostly prepared, he’d already had a bag filled with ziplocks, and a box cutter. He knew he had the box cutter in his bag but yet he still grabbed a steak knife from your counter, testing it on his own skin to see if it was sharp enough before heading to your room.
He watched you sleep for hours, deliberately taking his time watching your chest rise and fall with each breath. He wasn’t deciding whether or not to let you live. Thjs had gone on long enough and he was sure this was the end, he just wanted to savor the moment.
He dumped out his container of items and went over to your sleeping body, gently tying your wrists and ankles to the bed posts.
He took his time and caressed your soft, warm skin. He stripped you from your clothes and ran his hands up and down your body.
He used duck tape to put over your mouth after kissing your soft lips.
He stripped himself of his own clothing and lied with you, tucking his face into your neck. He waited and waited before continuing. He kissed down your body before reaching your sex.
He licked and spit on you, devouring you knowing it would be the last time.
He moaned against you and sucked harder, exploring your body like never before.
You started to wake up, writhing at the pleasure but quickly that pleasure turned into fear and confusion.
You tried to say his name which only spurred him to continue fucking you with his mouth. The sound of you begging and whining through the tape just got him harder. He began to grind against your mattress trying to receive his own pleasure. He kept licking and sucking, sloppily making a scene out of eating you.
He abruptly stopped and started to kiss his way back up your trembling body. He whispered words you couldn’t understand as he kissed your ear.
“ Don’t be scared “
He said it so quietly and softly that you almost believed him.
But the sudden sharp pain in your right wrist brought numb tears to your eyes. You tried to scream but the fucking tape wouldn’t allow you to. You felt him cut across your left wrist.
He undid your zip ties but your wounded body wouldn’t move, you felt hopeless and paralyzed as your eyes went back and forth between your arms.
He scooped you up and laid you against his chest and turned thought it was all a mistake. Eren wasn’t here to kill you. It was just a big misunderstanding and he would explain everything.
But that only happens in fairytails. Eren was no prince, he was no hero here to save you.
You felt him wrap his arms around you tightly before puncturing you once again, this time in the chest. He let the knife sit there a moment before slowly removing it.
“ I’m not sorry baby. I told you this would happen. If I have to live without you in my life, then you don’t get to live at all.”
you felt tears against your neck as he whispered to you.
He took your duck tape off and let you take shallow breaths. Too weak to scream, you only slumped back against him. Heart slowly coming to stop, you looked at him with tears in your eyes.
No last words from you were said.
Eren grabbed the bloody knife once again and kissed your unmoving lips one last time before slitting his own throat.
guys pls make sure you telling someone if you’re being abused or harassed so this doesn’t happen to you lololol. This is just a fic don’t ever let it get to this point.
What if Bully Eren Victim is self-harming because of him or even worse commits suicide?
Yandere bully eren x self h4rming reader<33
woahhh, never wrote anything like this before, but i gave it a try! ps. masterlist updated!!!
TW : Self harm, skin carving, blood, and light non con ( not full scene)
This is a little short and not proofread lolololol the last time i posted a fic was in july 2022 so if this is trash lmk.
The heat of your room is suffocating as you drop your bag and tug at your jacket. June is approaching and a new month means new opportunities to wear cute new outfits for most people. You on the other hand have no choice but to make the awkward switch from heavy winter clothes to lightweight winter clothes. The ugly lines that cross your arms , stomach , thighs, and even hips are stinging reminder of why you couldn’t even think of wearing something other than hoodies and sweats. Not only are they the only things that conceal your scars, they don’t tug and irritate them throughout the day which is another plus.
Eren had been feeling particularly irritable all week, naturally deciding to take it out on you. Although you finally made it through the week you flunked yet another test. Your grades have been taking more of a toll then ever, lowering your gpa to an unredeemable average. You were numb to the disappointment of your grades at this point and the only thing that allowed you to feel alive was the secret you kept tucked away in the privacy of your room. after grabbing your coping mechanism and taking off your sweater you slid down the wall, taking your time to enjoy the coolness of it against your too hot skin. Your thighs were running out of room. Faint lines cross your biceps and so today you’d decided on your lower forearm to bare the weight of your week. You lowered the blade and slowly withdrew your stress. As little beads of blood came about, each one releasing just a little of the darkness Eren had created inside you. You were so lost in your comfort and hurt you started and nicked yourself particularly hard when you heard banging at your door.
Quickly you threw on the sweater from today and made your way to the front door, looking out the peephole.
“ Open the fuck up y/n, what did i tell you about making me wait.”
Eren.
Your heartbeat double in pace. You wondered what would be your demise first, your heart stopping from fear of the angry look on Erens face , or the way you just knew he would choke you out for making him wait.
You swiftly swung the door open while midnight a small apology.
“ I’m sweating like crazy so why are you sitting in this hot ass house with that sweater on?” he sneered, using his t/shirt to wipe his upper lip dry.
“ i had the ac on in my room i got a little chilly.”
“ so why is it still so hot in here? and there’s no Ac in that fucking hell hole of a school and you still had it on today, what’s your deal.”
“ Nothing I-“
He interrupted you by kicking the door closed behind him and pushing you against the wall before lowering his face to your neck.
“ Mmm baby you smell good.” he said, licking your neck.
Panick arose once again becuase the broad daylight would allow eren to see everything. The last few times he’d assaulted you had either been in a dark empty class room or with the lights off in the dead night of your room.
Before you had the chance to protest he was pulling the sweatshirt off of you.
You both stood in silence as he peered closely at your body, watching as you began to subtly quiver.
“ Y/N, what the fuck is this? “ He seethed, grabbing your arm, not caring about the blood clearly still oozing form your open wounds.
You had no answer, and you kept your head bowed in shame.
He pulled you by the arm into your bedrock before pushing you down on the mattress.
Wasting no time he stripped you free of the rest of your clothes and examined all the scars you’d given yourself.
He laughed to himself as he flipped you over and pushed your head down into your pillows before pulling you up the hips.
“ Count ” he said.
you felt a harass smack and jolted forward, trying to escape the assault.
“ one!”
you silently said a prayer to anyone who would be looking down on you.
Smack after smack you counted and cried out.
Just when you thought it was over, you heard something click and felt the sharp coolness of something against your ass.
“ Eren? what-“ you said sniffling.
You let out a whimper as you felt what you know knew was a blade lightly digging into you.
The agony was much worse than anything you’d put yourself through , you skin had a second heart beat and you could feel the blood dripping down your legs concerniny fast. You cried and begged for him to stop but he paid you no mind as he continued carving your delicate flesh.
Minutes passed by and you swear that you’d lost consciousness, fading in and out of black a few times.
Eren chuckled.
“ I’ve thought about doing this so many times. You have no idea how many times i’ve fucked my hand, making my cock cum over and over until i was sore thinking about making you permanently mine.”
Still dazed and confused, you had no reaction to his words or to the shutter of a phone that meaning he’d definitely photographed his work.
His finger spread your lips, using his thumb to tease your hole before spitting into it. He didn’t bother much foreplay before impaling you his thick and veining cock.
“ Fuck.”
His voice dipped and his breathing got heavier.
He used one hand to rub at the little nub that had you quickly seeing stars from the pain and pleasure mixed together. He used his other hand to pull you up by the neck so that tori back was touching his. He kissed your neck hard, biting and suckling at the skin to leave even more bruises. Tears fell down your eyes and whines left your lips as he pounding into from behind. You could feel the blood starting to dry and crust up on your ass making it even more discomforting to feel his movements.
removing his hand from your clit, he picked up his phone from off your bed and flashed you the screen.
In big red bruised letters red
Erens whore.
His sultry voice was almost tuned out by combination your ringing ears and the slapping of his hips against your wetness but you still heard him in your ear
“ Your heart , body, and soul is mine. Your skin belongs to me, and the next time you think about cutting what’s mine you won’t live to regret it.”
Eren never made empty promises… if you’d ever decided to hurt yourself again, you’d be signing your death certificate.
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raise your voice at me, hit me, slap me, spank me, abuse me, chain me up, ruin my self esteem, ruin my holes, r4pe me, beat me and tell me how worthless I am.
⊱ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: rape/noncon, abuse, mentions of pregnancy/miscarriage, forced marriage, face fucking, extremely possessive behavior, breeding, derogatory terms
Word count: 3k
Ao3 link ; Side one-shot, same au: "𝐒𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞"
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You lay on the bed on your stomach, panting, spent, and absolutely exhausted. Cum dripped from between your thighs, and more dried specks dotted across the wide expanse of your thighs. Your pussy had long since become numb from the non-stop assault, sore and swollen from the brutal treatment.
Your waist and hips ached from the vice grip your husband had on them earlier, finger shaped bruises turning black and blue. Your ass sported dark red welts, as well as deep crescents sunken into the fat of your flesh.
Your heart beat as if you had just run an endless marathon, lungs screaming and mouth pleading for breath as your face was shoved down into the bed. Tears ran down your face and snot clogged your nose, helplessness filling up your entire soul.
This was your life now.
Every night, without fail, he would come into the bedroom, sometimes whispering praises into your skin on how beautiful you were, just how glad he was to have his pretty little princess finally all to himself.
Most of the time, though- you weren't so lucky. The brutal assault would take place, time and time again, driving his thick cock into your tight cunt over and over again, until your walls would spasm so much from overstimulation it hurt.
"Fuck, 's pussy's so fucking good, baby," Eren heaved between each thrust, hand buried in your hair, fucking you face down ass up.
"God... it's so good to have you all to myself... isn't it, baby?" Eren mocked, that horrible devilish grin painted on his disgusting face.
The same grin he wore when you realized he won. The same grin he wore as he took in the sheer shock and horror on your face, and the helplessness that swallowed you whole.
It was so hard to breathe. So hard not to cry while Eren fucked you. So hard not to cry when he'd come home, grab a fistful of your hair as he'd beat you half conscious from frustration and rage after a deal gone wrong. So hard not to when you had a miscarriage and he furiously blamed you, fucking you in every room of the entire mansion in every strained position possible, leaving you limping, your entire body terribly bruised and sore for weeks to come.
He would never let you fully heal. To Eren, those bruises were a complete and total sign of ownership. That you were Eren Jaeger's property and no one else's. And no one is to lay a finger on what's his.
Eren removed the hand he had in your hair, switching from shoving your snot and tear stained face in the sheets to anchor his hands onto your waist, driving his fat cock deep into your poor stretched cunt.
His ripped abdomen flexed with each demanding thrust he delivered to your sore bruised ass. His hands dug into the fresh bruises there, making you yelp out in pain.
"Ohhh, baby... baby, baby... I'm so sorry, is that too fuckin' much? Hm? Answer me, sweetheart. Wanna hear you." He removes his hand from your waist once again to yank you back by your hair, spit and tears flying out as your sweaty face is lifted from the bed.
"Ah– uh..." your breath hitched with each thrust, voice unable to be mustered from the hours he had spent fucking you that day.
"Uh, what? Huh?" Eren mocked, mouth twitching up into a sick sneer. His hand gripped the front of your neck and he pulled, choking you slightly, pressing your back and ass flush against his rippling chest. By some miracle, Eren decided to slow down, lazily thrusting in and out of your squelching cum filled pussy to let you speak.
"Mmh... it's... it's too much, please. Too much, it hurts so bad... enough, please." Your face wrinkled in pain as you wriggled in his hold, attempting to create space between your bodies. His grip on your neck only tightened. Your sobs and cute little cries only succeeded in making Eren's cock twitch and grow impossibly harder inside you. However, your pleads to stop only served to irritate him.
"Who the fuck are you telling enough? Huh?" He growled in your ear. His eyes grew dark with fury at being resisted. "Disobedient little bitch... I'll show you who the fuck you belong to."
Your heart dropped to your stomach as you were flipped on your back, gasping from the sudden change in position, body wincing in agony from all the bruises left there before.
Eren wasted no time plunging back into your cunt, setting an animalistic pace that had your head hitting the headboard and gasping for air. Your ankles were pointed up and thrown straight over his shoulders, allowing his cock deeper into your cunt and nestled right up against your cervix in a mating press. You choked up at the feeling.
"You know who gets to decide when we stop? I do. This pussy fucking belongs to me. It's fucking mine and you won't tell me I can't have it ever again. Because your body, your mind, your fucking soul, it's all. Fucking. Mine." Eren punctuated those last words with definitive thrusts, sending you over the edge as you cried out, cum gushing all over his cock.
Your orgasm pleased your husband; he wasted no time going harder than ever before, chasing his own release as he folded you in half. Legs thrown up in the air, cock set on breeding your poor little cunt.
Soon enough, Eren groaned as his load shot into your pussy, flooding it, stuffed so full of cum it gushed and dripped past his cock.
"This pussy is all fucking mine. Look at it, 's filled with my fucking cum. I own this fucking cunt. Don't you ever fucking tell me to stop again."
Finally, Eren pulled out. Your aching legs were let down, and you simply laid there, sniffling, attempting to catch your breath. His cock twitched at the sight, greatly pleased and relaxing upon the reminder that you, his ultimate prized possession, were secure within his grasp, never to be let go. Ever.
Eren hovered above you, motionless, simply staring. Small strands of hair had fallen out of his bun, framing his sweaty face. That cursed, handsome face of his. "I can't believe it..." he reached out a hand and stroked your face. His thumb traced the outline of your lips, and he began to stroke your cheek. "Finally have you all to myself... " he chuckled. You simply laid there, catching your breath, with nothing else to do except meet his gaze.
"And I'm never gonna fuckin' let you go. You're staying right here, with me. Right where you belong."
A few moments passed like this, your husband caressing your face and bathing in your beautiful naked bruised body. He lifted his hand and traced every dip, and every curve. His masterpiece, his work of art. He softly sighed in awe.
You internally reeled in disgust at the sight. You can't believe you once told yourself that you absolutely loved this man. You wanted to kill him. You wanted to get out of this cursed mansion. To get out of this gilded cage your husband has forced you to call home. You wanted to be free. If only you could. If only.
Eren moved to sit at the end of the bed, pulling you by your arm to where he sat. You winced, and the corners of his mouth twitched upward, reveling in the sight of his cute little fucked out wife, bruises decorating the entire expanse of your body. His eyes landed upon his favorite one, the one created by his hand choking your neck.
To him, it was a permanent collar and reminder that you were his. Every time you looked in the mirror, you would know just exactly who you belonged to.
He pushed you down on your knees between his legs, making you furrow your brows and frown.
He laid his hand on the back of your head in a silent gesture, venomous green eyes boring into your darkened pitiful orbs. The gesture was clear. You know what to do.
You gulped, staring at his cock, already hard again after mere minutes of fucking you within what felt like the last moments of your life. You didn't want to. God, when will it fucking end? You just wanted to curl up and escape reality into the safety of your dreams for at least a few hours, despite having Eren's long heavy and sinewy arms trapping you against his bare chest every night.
You swallowed down your nervousness, shaking under the weight of his gaze. "Please, why don't... why don't we rest for a little. Please, baby." Using the pet name made you internally gag.
With trembling hands, you stroked his thighs up and down in long, drawn out motions, as sensually as you could in an attempt to soothe him. You looked up at him with a soft gaze, in an attempt to woo him further. "Please, baby... let's just rest for now. Let's go clean up together? Take a shower, then–"
You were cut short as your face was harshly grabbed, cheeks pinched together and your lips puckered out, face lifted to meet your husband's furious gaze.
Fear struck your entire body, all at once. Your heart picked up impossibly faster, chest beginning to heave. You tried your best not to hyperventilate and keep your emotions under control, but your body betrayed you and tears began to form along your lashes.
"When I tell you to fucking do something..." he dug his fingertips deeper into your jaw and lowered his face right in front of yours, breathing in your essence and reveling in your fear. "You fucking do it. You think you can just order me around? Huh? Beg me like the fuckin' whore you are and just expect me to listen to you?"
The dam broke, and you began to sob for the countless time that day. "N-no... I'm sorry, I just-"
"Just what, fucking bitch? What?"
"I... I'm just so tired... please, I just need–"
"That's enough. Shut that mouth." And your jaw snaps shut, awaiting your doom.
Eren clicked his teeth & shook his head. "How many times am I gonna have to teach you this lesson, huh?" You stayed silent and bit your tongue, knowing fully well that retaliation would only earn you a harsh slap to the face and being brutally fucked for more hours on end, a lesson learned the hard way on your wedding night.
"I'm not repeating myself. Now open that fucking mouth." You heeded his command, tongue lolling out reluctantly. He slapped the head of his cock on your tongue, groaning at the sight.
His pretty little wife, on her knees, pliant and ready to take his cock in her dainty little mouth.
Your mouth was plunged onto his cock, the head almost instantly hitting the back of your throat. You gagged, making Eren sadistically chuckle.
"That's it. Good girl. Knew you'd learn. That's real good, baby."
Eren proceeded to fuck your face and grabbed your hair, forcing you further down on his cock. You struggled to breathe through your nose, trying your best not to gag and have the few contents of your stomach spill onto his dick. God no, you never wanted that to happen again.
Eren threw his head back and moaned. "Fuuuuuuck... love that tight little mouth- ah, good fuckin' girl..." You bobbed your head up and down his cock, spit and cum collecting around your lips and strings of cum dripping down onto your tits. You gagged as your mouth began to make loud slurping noises, making Eren groan.
"Ah fuck, just like that," he tugged at your hair, catching your attention.
"Look at me."
You immediately obeyed, throat full of his cock, drool down your neck, big beautiful pleading eyes meeting his reptilian like eyes.
"Fuck, look at that," he chuckled, stroking your cheekbone. "My pretty little bitch on her knees pleasing me. Mine. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"
You nodded, proceeding to suck on his tip, licking all over his cock then deep throating him again, desperate to make him cum. Eren mockingly laughed at the sight.
"Look at you, eager little whore. You want my cock so bad. 'S that why you're always so fuckin' difficult? Hm? So daddy can punish you and give you this cock?" Eren pushed your face down so your nose was buried in his pubic hair, his musk suffocating you, overloading your senses and sending you into a fit of gags. You moaned pitifully, sending vibrations through Eren's dick.
"Yeah, keep going just like that. And when I cum, you swallow all of it. You understand?"
You did your best to nod, satisfying Eren.
He immediately began to assault your mouth once again, fucking your face at full force and ordering you to hollow your cheeks even more, moaning at the delectable feeling.
Tears streamed down your face, Eren's cock blocking air from flowing through your lungs freely. Finally, he shot his entire load into your mouth with a loud groan. You did your best to swallow it all, wincing at the salty bitter taste.
Eren pulled his cock from your mouth and stroked his cock over your face, his remaining cum spurting on your face, decorating your lips, cheeks, and your tongue.
Finally, you began to catch your breath, sitting back on your heels. Your hands remained resting on Eren's thighs, and he sat back on the palms of his hands to admire the sight of you, panting, spent from hours and hours of fucking and sucking on his cock. He reached out and stroked your hair. You leaned into his touch, wanting to keep the damage you've already done to his mood to a minimum.
He collected the cum from your face on his fingers, bringing them to your lips and making you suck and clean them off just like you did with his dick.
But to your absolute misfortune, he still wasn't done.
"Get on my lap, now."
With dread in the pit of your stomach, you swallowed back your fear and protests and obliged.
You straddled his hips, thighs quaking from exertion and strain, struggling to stay upright. Eren began to squeeze and fondle at your bruised ass, kneading the flesh and groaning at its plush feel and softness. You tried your hardest to bite back the yelps of pain threatening to escape from your swollen red lips.
Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, panting from the simple touches he was giving to your ass.
"Mmm... pretty baby. This ass," he growled as he squeezed it for emphasis, causing you to gasp. "This cunt..." he traced your slit and began rubbing at your clit, making you flinch from the sensitivity. He brought his other hand to squeeze your left breast, toying with the nipple, causing it to harden, "These pretty little tits... it's all mine. Isn't it?"
You immediately nodded, looking deep into those viridian eyes. Those wonderful eyes, which you once regarded with beauty and awe, now nothing but that of a serpent's mocking half lidded gaze as he forever chokes you within his grasp.
"Use your words."
"Yes... I'm all yours."
The corner of Eren's mouth lifts up, showcasing a bit of teeth, smirking at words.
Wordlessly, he positions his hands on your hips, sinking you down onto his cock.
You immediately shut your eyes and bite your lip, gasping at the stretch. Not waiting for you to adjust, Eren begins bouncing you up and down on his cock, your breasts bouncing in his face, helpless moans music to his ears.
"Look at me."
You lift up your gaze, looking into the eyes of the man you once knew.
Eren's gaze bores into yours, pleasure overtaking his veins, not only from fucking you, but with the everlasting knowledge that you will always be his.
You're never getting away. Ever.
Eren repeats these words to you out loud, commanding you to pay attention.
"Isn't that right?"
You nod, breathless, accepting your fate for the night, until a new day comes, and the cycle repeats itself.
"Good girl."
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mafia!sirius holds your head up, leaning over your sweaty body as you try your best to avoid looking at the blinding lights behind the red flashing near the camera. your palms are numb, and your elbows are locked in their position. sirius’ heavy pants behind you have become all too familiar and you feel yourself tighten. his lithe fingers move to grip your chin, giving your head a slight shake, “look at her,” he purrs, voice like velvet, “getting fucked like the whore you raised.” you make a noise of protest but it does prematurely when he angles his hips just right. “barely puts up a fight,” you can see the white teeth peaking out from between his pink lips in the corner of your eyes as he leans in closer to your ear. his long hair obscures your view more the closer you get. “this enough proof that she’s okay?”
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