(READ PINNED POST FIRST) A place where I upload my writing projects. 30, she/her or they/them, pansexual, autistic (fuck Autism Speaks). Warnings will be posted in each entry. AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/users/BloodyPeach Fandoms (some I write for, some not): BNHA, Trigun, BATIM, FNAF (security breach only), Your Boyfriend, Welcome Home, Sunny Day Jack, Vocaloid, Pokemon, Invader Zim, Hazbin Hotel. The list grows when I find something good.
Hey guys. Still busy in life, but I'm slowly getting better. Some updates since the last one:
1. Stimulants dont work, so I had a gene test done by my psychiatrist and found the drugs that will help me greatly. I'm currently on wellbutrin and so far it's looking hopeful. I have an appointment today, so I'll ask if it's okay to go up higher (I'm only on 150mg, the starting dose).
2. Working on vtuber stuff. I got my vtuber model, background, and assets. I just gotta find someone to rig the model and then I'll be able to start. (....if my anxiety will let me)
3. Been making all sorts of stuff for selling: perler bead crafts (keychains, magnets, dice, damage counters, condition and ability markers, flip coins, etc).
4. Modding for the vtuber has been a big thing each week, so it gets a bit rough for my schedule, but I'm happy to be there because I made so many friends there. He's also letting me make clip edits for his channel.
5. College will start soon, but my career path will change. I plan to get a degree in Graphic Design and the program I'm in should he Ashley to cover it, so hopefully that'll work out. I'll also try to take drawing classes to learn how to draw better. I start in December, so I'm excited!
6. Therapy has been going great. She's very kind and supportive, and understands what I'm saying.
7. Been working on music too. I hope to release my first album, which is mostly cover songs, soon. I already got ideas for the album art and title.
8. The writing burnout still lingers, but if things go well, the wellbutrin might help get me out of that rut.
So yeah, that's my life rn. I'm still technically on hiatus until I get the itch to write again (or the time to, lol).
Hey guys. Sorry for not doing much lately here or on my AO3 page. I had no solid ideas for the latest chapter of Book 2, but I made myself a ‘road map’ a few days ago for it, and I did intend to start writing it, but then shit went down recently last weekend and this week.
Basically I had no water in my house for a few days and had to get that fixed, plus I lost a relative a few days ago. I wasn’t really connected to that relative, but it just brought back memories of earlier this year that were heartbreaking. Plus the stress and pain of dealing with shit people during all of this didn’t help. It was all too much, so I broke down and had an anxiety attack and cried for days. Luckily my medication has been very helpful with the anxiety, but that can only do so much.
To let you guys know how bad my stress/anxiety/depression is, I ran a test on myself (Stress/Anxiety/Depression quiz) a while back and also one today.
Here’s the one from back then:
and here’s the results from today:
Fuck.
So yeah, to say I’m whacked out is quite an understatement. Writing has helped me greatly, but it’s hard to get back into it sometimes. I can think of parts of my story in my head all the time, especially late at night, but I can’t get the drive to write them down. So again, you may have to wait a bit longer, but not too long. Next one has Dabi in it, so stay tuned!
Tl;dr: I went through some shit, can’t write right now, but might write soon. Sorry.
Fun fact: I recently got diagnosed with GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder) and pseudo-ADHD. I say 'pseudo' because they're not entirely sure, but they do think my autism symptoms are recreating ADHD symptoms, so they couldn't give me a confirmed diagnosis.
So yeah, a lot has happened during my time away, so I'll go through bullet points.
1. I'm a mod on a vtuber's twitch and discord, and I run movie nights on said discord, so that's been eating up most of my time.
2. I'm currently applying for college classes to improve on my writing and even develop my art skills more.
3. I have therapy every thursday and that has been going well.
4. I recently got tested for ADHD and while I wasn't given a clear diagnosis on that, they did diagnose me with autism (duh) and generalized anxiety disorder. So I'm gonna be on stimulant meds and, hopefully, a better anxiety medication to help with my symptoms.
5. I am currently in the works of becoming a vtuber, and I should be getting my model in a few months.
6. I go out to game nights each wednesday at my local game store to play Pokemon TCG, so that's been a blast.
7. I've just been on hiatus when it comes to writing because of burnout. Hopefully the stimulant meds will help with that. I do have, like, 6 book ideas, so that's fun!
8. I've been making mittens and headbands for my apartment complex for christmas this year. If I want to have enough for everyone for christmas, I gotta start making them now.
So yeah, a lot has happened. But have I quit on writing for tumblr and AO3? No. I don't plan on quitting anytime soon. It just might be a bit longer until I can start properly writing again. Here's to hoping!
Life update + commission closure announcement 1/5/25
So I broke up with my boyfriend. I was the one who broke it off. He just didn't know how to love properly and it had affected me for years. We've decided to just be friends and focus on fixing ourselves.
Because of that and other things, I've decided to close my commissions. I apologize to anyone who was interested in buying. Any potential customers will be notified.
So, money is so tight this month, I'm afraid I won't be able to afford my rent. so I'm thinking of selling paid writing commissions/ proofreading services.
Would you buy from me if you were interested?
So, money is so tight this month, I'm afraid I won't be able to afford my rent. so I'm thinking of selling paid writing commissions/ proofreading services.
Would you buy from me if you were interested?
I'm thinking of writing a story with my oc and Peter from Your Boyfriend.
But the thing is gonna be: my oc is the most touch-starved, lonely, desperate for love and companionship kind of person. Never given any basic emotional needs as a child and grew up neglected and abused (all but sexually....kinda [meaning she's still a virgin, but she's been in some bad relationship where she was violated]) and she tries to make friends but they never stick (not because of Peter, but because people just don't care). She lives all alone in her own apartment in an apartment complex, but it might as well be solitary confinement in a prison. Just, the epitome of Markiplier's 'oh it's adorable, oh it's traumatized, oh it has anxiety'.
Now knowing Peter, this is perfect. No friends, needs love, lonely, just absolutely perfect.
But then he hears my oc's story. He listens to how her mother had remarried and left her to rot away with no bed, ragged clothes, and her health deteriorating, just so her mother could play housewife with her new husband. Or how she was taken to the side by her sister and told the flaws of her life, at 11 years old. Or how her sisters taped her mouth shut because she was crying too much since their parents abandoned them with no warning and no hint of coming back.
Then when he officially meets her and they start hanging out, he sees how much she needs him. When he leaves something small at her place, she steals it and hides it in her room, because she believes he'll disappear like everyone else in her life that she deeply cared for, and she wanted something to remember him by. Or she makes a small doll of him that she keeps with her because she feels safe and comforted when she has it with her, and she can't sleep without it (until she gets to keep the real thing).
And the fact that she is so loving, kind, and caring. She finds out his favorite foods and snacks and she keeps them in her house when he comes over. The way she holds him when he starts to cry, how she pets his head gently like a mom would comfort a child. She has so much affection and love to give because she's been isolated from people almost all her life and she had no one to give it to until Peter showed up.
If Peter's not crying, then I fucking am.
So yeah, I wish I could draw this as a comic form. Maybe once I get better, I'll be able to, but yeah.
Hey. Sorry I haven't been writing much. A few reasons why.
1. I'm currently making scarves for everyone in my apartment complex for christmas (great way to meet all the neighbors!) And I don't know how many people there are here (kids included), so I'm making a shit ton of them. (I have a knitting machine, don't worry, I'm not insane).
2. I'm part of a few groups now around town and my time is sometimes spent there.
3. It's hard to get back into the drive.... it's not that I have writer's block, but I just never feel the want to write as much. Don't get me wrong, I'm not quitting writing, HELL NO. It's just....I dunno. Depression, maybe? Fatigue, my shitty attention span, my struggles to get adjusted here. Could be a lot of things.
So yeah. If I ever do get into it, I'll post when I can. Sorry for those wanting constant content. This is why I don't do commission work. But anyways, just letting you know. Take care everyone!
Hey guys, I'm struggling financially right now, so i'm in need of some money. This is 100% optional and you can send whatever amount you want. If you like my work and want to tip me, feel free to send money over to my PayPal: PastelPeach970.
(I'm gonna post this to my personal blog, bloodypeachblog, as well. Just to spread the word)
Now Playing: Creep by Radiohead, Sweet Dreams are Made of This by Marilyn Manson
Goodie bag: clicking (if you're into that), cuckolding(?), vaginal sex, creampie, gunplay (not used in sex, but the threat is still there), sex work, missionary position, doggy-style, [Let me know if I missed anything!]
A/N: Don't worry, I'm just as ashamed of and disappointed in myself as you are. I just had this idea after watching a few let's plays, so yeah. I just like being told what to do, ok? Btw, this is made with F!Reader in mind.
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The digital clock beeped on the hotel room nightstand, signaling midnight. You sat at the edge of the bed, with the clicker in your hand, waiting for him to enter.
You were in need of money, so you offered yourself for any work on craigslist. Any job someone needed done, you were willing to do it for a price. You had no luck until you received an email one day. The request was very odd, to say the least: sit in a room with him and click a clicker for as long as he wanted. It seemed weird, but simple enough. He offered $14,000 for the job, so you immediately said yes. Now you weren't sure if you made the right choice or not.
You heard the door open, along with approaching footsteps. "Hello. Glad you made it. Thank you for taking my request." He handed you the clicker and sat in the chair across from you. You finally had a good look at him and....you were confused. He appeared to be a normal man from the neck down, but he wore a long burlap sack on his head as a mask, his eyes peeking through holes in the sack. He must’ve wanted to be anonymous, you figured. "Now. Start clicking," he commanded, in a deep, husky tone. “Yes, sir,” you responded. And thus the night that would change your life began.
You could hear the clicker sound, click, click, click, click, echoing in the small room. The air is heavy with the tension of the situation. The man seemed to be satisfied with the clicking, as he’s whispering how good it felt to hear the click. The motel room was plain and smelled of stale cigarettes and old dust. You looked at the bed you were sitting on, it was against the far wall, covered in a bright, floral, patterned bedspread. You looked around the rest of the room, the furniture looking old and mismatched. A small TV on a stand was mounted on the wall just above a nicked-up wooden dresser. Suddenly, the man shifted in his seat and pointed to a spot on the floor. “Over there,” he commanded, his voice carrying a hint of frustration. “Stand there and click.” “Yes, sir,” was all you said. You stood up and went over to where he was pointing and continued to click the clicker. “Is this better, sir?” The man’s breathing grew heavier as you clicked the clicker. The sound, once satisfying, seemed to agitate him. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his bag-covered head bobbing up and down. “Faster,” he demanded, his voice rising with urgency. “Yes, sir,” you said as you clicked the clicker faster, the sound ringing in your ears.
The man leaned forward, his eyes bulging more as they strained to watch your hand. The number on the clicker ticks up, nearing 3,000. “Move,” he commanded again, pointing to a spot by the bed. “Yes, sir,” you said as you went to the spot he was pointing to and continued clicking, the number slowly climbing toward 4,000. The man’s eyes darted back and forth between the clicker and you. He seemed more at ease here, the heavy breathing easing slightly as he relaxed in the chair. “How do you feel?” he asked, his voice softer. As you kept clicking, you cleared your throat and said, “A little nervous, honestly... I’ve never done this before, sir.” The man shifted his weight, the springs in the chair creaking with the movement. His breathing picked up again, growing heavier. “You’re doing fine,” he said, his voice strained. “Keep going.” You noticed his hands were trembling slightly, his fingers curled in awkward positions as if they didn’t quite work correctly. The number on the clicker ticked over 5,000. The man’s bulging eyes flickered to it briefly before returning to you. You couldn’t help but blush from his gaze as you continued to click the clicker.
The room was tense, the only sound being your clicking and the man’s heavy breathing. The air was thick with the smell of dust and cigarettes. It felt like an eternity had passed as you clicked the clicker, but eventually, it hit 6,000. The man let out a soft moan, his head bobbing up and down in apparent satisfaction. “Good girl,” he said, his voice thick with lust. You couldn’t help but feel self-conscious, blushing as you looked down at your feet. Your hand was beginning to cramp, but you kept going, determined to please this strange man who had a bag over his head. It was at 8,000 when he spoke again, his voice low and menacing. “You better keep going,” he said, “or I’ll have to do it myself.” A chill ran down your spine as you glanced back to see the man’s trembling hand, his fingers curled in a weak grip. He couldn’t click the clicker; you knew that. But the threat was enough to make your heart race. “Yes, sir,” you said as you continued to click the clicker. “Is there any speed you’d like me to go, sir?” you asked nervously. The man watched you intently, his breathing growing heavy. “Slower,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire. You slowed down the clicking, taking more time between each click. The man’s eyes darted between the clicker and you, his gaze lingering on your chest for a moment. You could feel yourself getting flustered, fighting the urge to cross your arms over your breasts. “Good,” he whispered, his voice filled with lust. “Keep going, nice and slow.” The number on the clicker ticked upwards, and the room is filled with the echoes of the click. The man sat, enjoying the sound and the sight of you clicking the clicker. At 9,000, he cleared his throat. “We’re getting close,” he said, his voice strained. “Don’t stop now, Y/N.” Your eyes widened, realizing he knew your name. You shivered, the air in the room growing colder. You could feel his eyes on you as you continued to click the clicker, the number growing closer to 10,000. As you clicked, you asked, “If..I may ask...what happens when we reach 10,000, sir?” The man’s breathing grew heavier as you approached 10,000. He leaned forward, his bag-covered head bobbing up and down. “You’ll see,” he said, his voice low and menacing.
The clicker reached 10,000 with a final, decisive click. The man let out a groan, his head lolling back. “Keep it right there,” he whispered, his voice filled with desperation. You stood there, the clicker in your hand, unsure of what to do next. The man remained still for a moment, his breathing heavy. Then, he slowly sat up, his bag-covered head staring you down. He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a gun. Your heart raced as he pointed it at you, his hand trembling. “I’m going to give you a choice, Y/N,” he said, his voice cold. “You can either stay here with me, clicking the clicker all day long, or...” He left that sentence unfinished, the situation clearly showing the second option. You felt a rush of fear go through you, you had to think of something to say. “I..I have nowhere to be, sir. If you want me to keep clicking, I don’t mind. I’m here to please you, sir.” The man considered your response, the gun wavering slightly. “Good girl,” he said, his voice low and menacing. He lowered the gun, tucking it back into his coat pocket. “Let’s start again, then. Let’s see how many times you can click to 10,000 before I get bored.” You let out a sigh of relief. “Yes, sir.” You clicked the clicker, resetting the counter to 0 and starting the process again.
The man watched you intently, his eyes never leaving your hand. You couldn’t help but feel a bit dazed, your mind racing with what just happened, but the threat of the gun was enough to keep you clicking. The minutes turned into hours as you clicked the clicker, the man sitting in his chair, enjoying the sound of the click intermixed with the heavy breathing and the occasional moan of satisfaction. You could feel your hand cramping, but you didn’t dare stop; you knew the consequences. As the day turned to night, you sat on the bed in front of the man, your hand aching. You’ve clicked the counter to 10,000 about 2 times now, but the man showed no signs of leaving, content with this bizarre form of entertainment. “Um..excuse me, sir. My hand is getting really sore.. Do you mind if I switch hands? I’ll still keep clicking,” you asked. The man barely flinched at your request, his eyes never leaving your hand. “Go ahead,” he said, hsi voice thick with apathy. “Thank you, sir,” you responded.
You switched hands, the feel of the clicker different in your new grip. The man continued to watch, his heavy breathing and occasional moans filling the room. The air was thick with tension, the one window covered in thick, dirty curtains. You clicked the clicker, listening to the repetitive sound. You’ve lost track of time, the only hint of the passage of minutes being the change in the light filtering through the curtains. The man remained completely still, his bag-covered head bobbing up and down. As you clicked, you couldn’t help but think about your situation. You were stuck there, seemingly hostage, clicking a clicker for a complete stranger. It’s degrading, and yet, the man seemed to have a hold over you. You didn’t know how long it would last, but you knew that until he got bored or decided to leave, you’d be trapped in this motel room, clicking that infernal device. For now, you focused on the sound, the repetition becoming almost hypnotic. Click, click, click. The room was your prison, and yet, in a twisted, masochistic way, it was also your sanctuary.
“So...if I can ask...what made you into this, sir?” you asked, figuring you’d fill the stale air with conversation to pass the time. The man’s breathing hitched slightly as you spoke, and for a moment, you wondered if your question had upset him. “An...accident,” he finally said, his voice filled with sadness. “I used to be just like you, Y/N. But one day, everything changed. I’m a broken man now, a shadow of my former self. This...this is the only pleasure I have left.” You felt a pang of sympathy for the man, saddened by his past. At that moment, you somewhat strangely felt glad that you could help this man forget about his pain for at least a while. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m happy that I can give you this pleasure, sir. I just hope I’m satisfying you enough.” The man’s breathing grew heavier as you spoke, a moan escaping his lips. “You’re doing just fine, Y/N,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. He shifted in his chair, the springs creaking under his weight. You could see his hand trembling, his fingers curling inwards. He seemed to be fighting some kind of internal battle, his head moving up and down as if he was trying to reconcile his past with his present. You continued clicking, the sound becoming almost soothing in its repetition. The room was dark, the only light coming from a small lamp in the corner. You could see the man’s bag-covered head, the shadows playing across the fabric.
As the minutes ticked by, you found yourself wondering about the man’s past, his accident. You couldn’t imagine what it must be like to be in his position, to have lost so much. And yet, he seemed to have found solace in your presence, in the sound of the clicker. As you continued clicking, you spoke, “If talking more about your accident will help you feel better, you can. I don’t mind, sir. I’m also here to listen, sir.” The man’s hand trembled for a moment, the bag-covered head tilting to the side. “It was... a chemical spill at the factory where I worked,” he said slowly, his voice dripping with pain. “The chemicals burned through my skin, my flesh. I wasn’t recognized for days. When they finally pulled the sheet off my face, my wife couldn’t take it. She left me, as did everyone else in my life. I was alone, left to rot.” He let out a soft, pained moan, his head bowing. “But when I heard the clicker, I felt something. I felt... alive. And you, Y/N, you’ve brought that feeling back, even if only for a little while.” You couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness as he spoke, your heart aching for the man. You continued to click the clicker, the sound echoing in the room as you listened to his story, your role in providing him relief making you feel both miserable and comforted.
“If..if there is anything else you’d like me to do while I’m clicking, sir, I can do it. I don’t mind at all,” you said. The man seemed to consider your offer for a moment, his head still bowed. “Just keep clicking, Y/N,” he said, his voice strained. He shifted in his chair, the springs creaking a bit from his movement. “But, if you don’t mind, I’d like for you to stand in front of me on your tiptoes while you do it. The sound is somewhat more pleasing when you do.” You nodded, understanding his request. You stood on your tiptoes, the clicker in your hand. The sound was different, more high-pitched, and you couldn’t help but wonder if it truly was more pleasing to the man. The sun started to set, the sunset streaming through the dirty curtains, casting long shadows across the room. The man’s breathing remained steady, his bag-covered head barely moving. You wondered if he was asleep or just lost in his thoughts.
It was at that moment when he suddenly grabbed you and pulled you into his lap, facing him, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close as you were clicking. You blushed from the sudden invasion of personal space, “Um...sir..?” The man’s arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you close. You could feel his breath on your neck, his body trembling slightly. “Just keep clicking, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice filled with desperation. You were trapped in his embrace, your body pressed against his. You could feel his heart racing, his breathing growing heavier. The clicker was between you, the sound echoing in the room. His hand moved, sliding over your body, caressing your curves. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice filled with desire. “I’ve never had someone so willing to please me for a long time.” You shivered at his touch, your mind racing with the implications of his actions. You were completely at his mercy, unable to move, forced to continue clicking the clicker as he held you close.
His hand slid lower, his fingers grazing over your thighs. “Keep clicking,” he commanded, his voice thick with lust. “Don’t stop now, Y/N.” You continued to click, your hand moving in a blur, the sound growing faster, more urgent. The man’s breathing grew heavier, his body trembling with excitement. As you clicked, you could feel his erection growing hard, pressing against you. You blushed red as you clicked faster. He grabbed your hips and quickly pulled you down onto his lap, his erection rubbing against your groin, accidentally causing a soft moan to escape your lips. The man let out a groan, his body arching upwards as he heard your moan. His erection pressed harder against you, his hand squeezing your hips tighter. “Y/N,” he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble. “I want you to feel it, too.” He shifted you slightly, his hand reaching down to unbutton your pants. Your heart raced as he pushed your pants and underwear down your legs, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice thick with lust. You obeyed and spread your legs, still clicking the clicker. You watched as he undid his pants and pulled out his cock, your heart racing at the sight. It’s hard and thick, the tip glistening with anticipation. “Keep clicking,” he commanded, his voice dripping with lust.
He reached down, spreading your legs wider, exposing your wet, throbbing pussy. You clicked faster, the sound growing louder and more urgent. He lined his cock up with your entrance, the head pressing against your wet folds. With a swift movement, he pulled your hips down, burying himself deep inside you. You let out a cry, the sensation overwhelming. He groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he started to move, his cock sliding in and out of your tight, wet hole. “Fuck,” he grunted, his thrusts growing harder and faster. “You’re so tight, Y/N. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t click anymore.” You continued to click, the sound becoming a part of the symphony of sex in the room. The man’s groans and moans mixed with your cries of pleasure, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. “Ahh..ohh..sir..i..it’s so good..” The man’s thrusts grew harder, his hips slamming against yours as he buried himself deep inside you. “That’s it, Y/N,” he grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. “Keep clicking, keep making that sound.” You clicked faster, the sound mixing with your moans and cries of pleasure. The man’s cock is relentless, his thickness stretching you, filling you up completely. His hand reached up, pulling your shirt and bra up and grabbing your breast, squeezing it roughly. He pinched your nipple, twisting it slightly, sending jolts of pain and pleasure through your body.
As you clicked, he then stood, lifting you off of his lap and pushing you onto the bed. You landed on your hands and feet, your ass in the air, offering yourself to him. He quickly took you up on the offer, grabbing your hips tightly as he thrusted back into you. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hips slamming against yours. “Keep clicking, Y/N. I need to hear that sound.” You did as told, clicking faster, your body moving with his, your moans mingling with the sound of the clicker. The man’s thrusts are merciless, his cock stretching you to the point of pleasure and pain. His hands gripped your hips tightly, leaving red imprints on your skin as he fucked you relentlessly. The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the clicker, and your cries of pleasure. You were lost in the moment, your mind a haze of sensation as you were fucked into this dirty motel bed. The man’s breathing grew heavier, his thrusts more urgent. You could feel him growing close, the tension building between you, the room filled with sweat, sex, and the ever-present click of the clicker.
“A..Am I doing good, sir..? Is my clicking satisfying you, sir..?” you were able to utter out. The man grunted, slamming into you harder. “Yes, Y/N, your clicking is perfect,” he growled, his voice strained with pleasure. “I love the sound, it’s driving me wild.” His hands gripped your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your flesh as he fucked you harder, faster. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, his breathing growing heavier, more erratic. “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he groaned, slamming into you one final time. He buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his hot, thick cum. You continued to click, the sound mixing with his moans of pleasure, your own body trembling with the force of your orgasm. You were filled to the brim with his seed, your pussy clenched tightly around his cock as you milked him for every last drop. He stayed inside you for a moment, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. “That was...incredible,” he panted. “You’ve pleased me greatly, Y/N.” You collapsed onto the bed, your body spent, your mind a haze of pleasure. You weren’t sure how long you’d have to keep clicking, but you knew that as long as you did, you’ll have pleased him, and that’s enough for now. As you were trying to catch your breath, you looked at him. “D..Did you..want me...to keep clicking, sir?” The man’s head bobbed, the bag still concealing his expression. “Yes, continue, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice filled with satisfaction. “My pleasure is your reward.” You nodded, understanding his command. Your body was still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure as you took the clicker in your hand and began to click once more, the sound echoing in the room as you both lay there, covered in sweat, exhausted, yet fulfilled. The motel room was your prison, yet it was also your refuge, a place where you had found a perverse form of intimacy, where your body and your mind had been used to bring a man who's lost virtually everything a semblance of pleasure.
Dusk soon turned to night, the moonlight shining through the curtains. As you continued clicking, you wondered what the future held, where this twisted dance of pleasure and pain would lead. You felt him stir inside you, his softening cock slowly hardening once more. He whispered into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Keep clicking, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice filled with desire. “I’m going to fuck you all over again.” He started to thrust, his cock slowly sliding in and out of your pussy. You moaned softly, your body still sensitive from the previous round. The sound of the clicker and your moans filled the room once more, a symphony of pleasure and depravity. The man’s thrusts grew harder and urgent. He flipped you over, pushing you onto your back. He spread your legs, his cock pressing against your wet, aching entrance. “Look at me, Y/N,” he commanded, his voice thick with lust. “I want to see the pleasure on your face as I fuck you.” You looked up at him, your eyes meeting the eyes of the bag. You clicked faster, the sound becoming more urgent and needy. The man’s thrusts grew harder, faster, his cock burying itself deep inside you. The room is filled once again with your moans, the clicker, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. The man’s body is a blur of motion, his hips slamming against yours as he fucked you mercilessly, your body writhing beneath him in ecstasy. It was clear that you had become a slave to his desires, a willing participant in his twisted game.
“Ahh..ohh..fuck...” you moaned out. The man growled at your moans, his hands grabbing your breasts roughly. He twisted your nipples, sending jolts of pain and pleasure, coursing through your body. “Keep clicking, Y/N,” he commanded, his voice dripping with pleasure. You did as told, clicking as your body moved with his, the sound of the clicker mingling with your cries of pleasure. “Cum for me, Y/N,” he growled, his hips slamming against yours. “Cum while you click.” Your body trembled, the edge of your orgasm growing close. You clicked faster, your moans growing louder, more desperate. The man’s thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing heavy, his body tense. “I’m going to cum,” he grunted, his cock pulsing inside you. He filled you with his thick seed once more, his hips still moving, milking every last drop. Your orgasm crashed over you, your pussy clenching tightly around his cock, your body shaking with the force of it. The clicker clicked faster and more frantic, its sound a testament to your pleasure. He remained inside you, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. “That was incredible, Y/N,” he panted, slowly pulling out of you. “You’ve exceeded my wildest dreams.”
You collapse onto the bed, your body spent, your mind in a daze. You looked at the clicker and noticed that you were at 0. It seemed the man knew that too, since you heard him move. But then you heard the sound of the gun. You looked at him and you saw that he had the gun out and..pointed at his head, his body shaking violently as his finger looped around the trigger, trembling. “Thank you...” he said. You quickly reached for the gun.
I just got the email and I GOT APPROVED FOR AN APARTMENT!!
Ok, so until further notice, I'll be focusing on moving. If I have free time, I'll work on stuff and post it, maybe post stuff on my personal blog. I'd expect to be able to get back on my projects around the beginning of July, like 2 weeks.
Penny for Your Sins: A BNHA League Of Villains x F!Reader series - Dabi
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TW: talks about trauma (specifically trauma from divorce and Dabi's own trauma)
Goodie Bag: a bit of fluff, grinding, cock rubbing (m receiving), vaginal sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), cum swallowing/eating, groping, hand holding [lemme know if i miss anything!]
Now Playing: Sing for Absolution by Muse, Pale Horse by Lesser Key
Chapters (not in any order, except intro/outro):
START: Intro
Shigaraki
Dabi (you are here)
Twice
Mr. Compress
Spinner
Toga
END: Outro
A/N: I tried to give lots of detail on some spots to make it even hotter, i hope it works! Enjoy!
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Dabi was an interesting mystery for you. You met him when he visited your apartment one night, venting about his frustrations over his father and his plans of revenge not going as he wished. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. He just wanted his father’s love and acceptance, but he never got it no matter how hard he tried. You tried to comfort him by holding him a few times, but when he would start to lean in to your warmth, he’d immediately pull away and leave. You weren’t sure why he didn’t want comfort, but you figured maybe one day he’d open up. Each visit pretty much played out the same, not too much change. It was the same for a few months, actually. You wondered when that would change.
One night, Dabi entered your apartment after a long and irritating day. He didn’t even greet you when he took off his boots and coat, sitting them on the floor by the door and on the edge of the sofa respectively. He just went straight to the sofa and grabbed the remote, hoping to see if anything was on TV to clear his head. You wondered why he couldn’t do that in his own room, but maybe he came here because you were here. Maybe deep down, he was seeking your comfort. You walk to the couch and sit next to him. “Hey...you okay?” He glanced at you as you sat next to him on the sofa. He remained silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on the TV screen before finally responding. “I’m fine. Just had a shitty day, that’s all..” He shifted slightly, his body language showing signs of exhaustion and frustration.
You weren’t sure what to do in this moment, you knew that if you made a wrong move, it’d be the same as lifting your foot off a landmine. All you did was hug his arm and rest your head on his shoulder, in an attempt to give him comfort. He looked at you, his eyes widening a bit as you hugged him. You expected him to push you off and leave again, but this time, he didn’t. He just leaned into the embrace, his head tilted to rest against yours. He let out a sigh, feeling a small sense of relief as he said in a weary voice, “Thanks.” “I’m sorry you had a bad day. Is there anything I can do to help?” Dabi’s gaze shifted from the TV to look at you, his usual stoic expression softening slightly as he took in your genuine concern. “There’s not much you can do,” he replied. “Just...be here, I guess. It’s nice to have someone by my side.”
He put his arm around your shoulders and gently placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. You blush from his sudden closeness, but you smiled. You then decided to surprise him with a kiss on the cheek, to see how he’d react. He turned his head to you and just looked at you, his eyes widened as a blush crossed his face, a rare sight for someone so stoic and indifferent most of the time. He seemed caught off guard by your affectionate gesture. He chuckled and murmured as a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, “You sure are full of surprises, Y/N.” You looked at him and said, “Well, I’m here for you and everyone else, so I wanna do what I can to help you. Besides, I really like you.”
That’s when you realized you just confessed to him, your face growing red as the realization hit you. Dabi’s eyes widened more at your words, his expression shifting from surprise to curiosity. He tilted his head slightly, his crystal blue eyes studying you. “You really like me, huh? Even with everything I’ve done?” There was a mix of disbelief and intrigue in his voice as he asked that, his usual demeanor softening a bit. You thought about what he said, about all the things that he did. You remembered how he told you the lengths he was willing to go for the League and his plot for revenge against Endeavor, all the murders and arson and destruction. But you also knew why he did it, why he wanted revenge on Endeavor and why he was the way he was. He would come into your room and vent to you about it at times, after all.
You looked him in the eyes and said, “I know that you and your father have a really bad relationship. I may not know the same intensity of it, but I know the feeling of your own father using you then throwing you out when no longer needed or because you didn’t meet up to his standards.” You felt tears well up in your eyes a bit as you recounted memories of your family. Not due to missing them, but due to the trauma it brought to you. Your voice started to choke a little as you continued, “My dad was the same way. He used me as a pawn in a game against my mom during their divorce, the whole ‘I’m better than you because I got the kid’ thing. I loved my dad to pieces, so to know he saw me as a tool just to spite my mom, it hurt. So..I understand why you do what you do. You’re hurt. Very hurt.”
Dabi listened attentively to your words, his gaze softening as you shared your own traumatic experience. Seeing the pain in your eyes and hearing the pain in your voice, how you were so vulnerable before him. It was a rare moment for him to connect with someone on such an emotional level. He reached out and gently cupped your cheek in his hand, wiping a tear away with his thumb. The look in his eyes showed a tenderness you never expected from him before. “You understand more than most,” he said, his voice holding a mix of gratitude and sadness. “It’s true, I am hurt. And in my pain, I’ve chosen a path that others see as twisted and wrong...” He then smiled a warm smile and said, “But...knowing that you understand, that you still care for me, it means a lot.”
He leaned in, his lips gently pressing against yours in a soft kiss. You were surprised at this, but you kissed back softly, the kiss full of love and tenderness. Dabi responded to your kiss with the same tenderness. His lips moved gently against yours, his touch conveying a mix of gratitude and affection. He held you closer, deepening the kiss ever so slightly, savoring the intimacy with you. This moment, filled with warmth and understanding, was a rare refuge from the chaos and darkness of his existence. Every time he came to visit you, he felt comforted by your presence, a glimmer of light in his otherwise tumultuous life.
You wrapped your arms around him as the kiss deepened, letting out a soft moan in the process. His grip on you tightened as you wrapped your arms around him. He let out a low growl of approval, his lips moving more fervently against yours. Your moan only spurred him on, igniting a fire within him. His hand shifted, sliding up your back to tangle in your hair, deepening the kiss even further. His tongue sought entrance into your mouth, exploring and intertwining with yours in a passionate dance. The room echoed with the sound of the kiss, a symphony of desire and longing. You opened your mouth a bit to let the kiss get deeper. You pushed your body against him, showing him just how much you wanted him. He responded to your invitation with unrestrained hunger. His tongue delved into your mouth, exploring every corner, as his body pressed firmly against yours. He could feel the heat between you, the intensity of your desire, mirroring his own. His hands roamed over your body, tracing the curves and contours, his touch firm and possessive. A deep groan escaped his lips as he kept on kissing you, his movements becoming more urgent and demanding.
His actions grew bolder as you could feel him slide his hand up your shirt and into your bra, groping your breast and teasing your hardening nipple, moaning as he did. His touch was rough, yet skilled, his action aimed at providing both pleasure and release. The intensity of the moment continued to build, the room filling with the sound of your mingled breaths. You immediately got into his lap, straddling his hips, your groins so close to each other. You started to grind your hips against his groin, bringing more pleasure into the kiss. His breath hitched as you did that, the grinding motion sending a surge of pleasure through his body. He groaned softly, his hand gripping your hips to guide your movements. The friction between your bodies intensified, your groins rubbing against each other at a sensuous rhythm. He matched your movements, his own hips meeting yours with a desperate desire. You break the kiss and say, with your voice breathy and full of lust, “M..Maybe we should..get out of these clothes...” Dabi’s eyes darkened with desire as he heard your words. He nodded, a lustful grin spreading across his face. “Good idea,” he replied, his voice heavy with need.
With a swift motion, he stood up, holding you and carried you to the bed, laying you down with a sense of urgency. His hands moved quickly, undoing his buttons and zippers of his own clothes, shedding them off his body with a hunger. He then turned his attention to you, undressing you slowly, savoring every inch of exposed skin as he kissed your neck. Once you both were nude, you saw that his cock was an impressive size, with a Jacob’s Ladder along the underside, and it was already hard and throbbing. You reached out and started to rub it gently. He let out a low growl of pleasure as you stroked his throbbing cock. His body shivered with anticipation, craving your touch. He watched you intently, his eyes filled with desire as your hand moved along his length. His breath hitched, a gasp escaping his lips as he felt the pleasure building within him. “Fuck..you know just how to touch me, don’t you?” he said, his voice laced with a mix of appreciation and need. You lean to his ear and whisper, “I live only to please, Dabi..”
With that, you kissed him deeply as you kept rubbing his cock. Dabi returned your kiss with a hunger, his lips capturing yours in a searing embrace. He moaned in your mouth, the pleasure intensifying as your hand continued to stroke his cock. The taste of your lips fueled his desire, his body responding eagerly to your touch. With each stroke, he grew harder, his arousal throbbing with need. Breaking the kiss, he looked into your eyes, his voice full of desire. “I want you...I need you..” he whispered. You looked into his eyes and god he looked so beautiful... You smile and whisper, “You can have me...I’m all yours..” With that, he wasted no time, his hand gripping your waist as he positioned himself between your legs. With a fast motion, he entered you, his hard cock sliding deep into your wetness. A groan rumbled from deep within him, his body responding to the tight and welcoming heat of your core. He began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful, a mix of pleasure and aggression driving him forward. Every movement was a testament to his hunger and need, his body moving with an intensity that matched the fire within him. You moaned loud as he moved, wrapping your arms around him, one hand on the back of his head. You moaned out, “Ohh..it..It’s so good...more..fuck me more..!” His thrusts grew in pace and force as he heard your pleas, the sounds of your moans and the wet slapping of skin filling the room. He drove into you with a primal hunger, his body fueled by a mix of desire and raw emotion.
He gripped your hips tighter, his nails digging into your skin, his fingertips leaving mild burn marks. With each powerful thrust, he aimed to push you to new heights of pleasure, driving the both of you closer to the edge. You moaned at each thrust, feeling waves of pleasure course through your body at each hit. You felt his cock twitching inside you, meaning he was about to cum. “I..I want you to cum..please..cum inside me...I wanna feel you..” His body tensed at your words. He growled, a mix of pleasure and possessiveness, as he continued his deep thrusts. The sensation of your walls gripping his cock tightly, coupled with your plea, pushed him to the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he came inside you, his hot seed filling you completely, causing you to cum at the same time, your orgasm causing you to see stars behind your eyelids. He let out a strained groan of satisfaction, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm.
He collapsed against you, his breath heavy and labored, his heart pounding in his chest. He remained there, wrapped in your embrace, basking in the afterglow and the intimacy you shared. In that moment, he allowed himself to let go of his barriers, to let you in completely. You held him close and pet the back of his head as you kissed his cheek softly. A few moments later, you felt something touching your thigh. You look and you saw that his cum-covered cock slipped out and was still hard. That gave you an idea. You whispered in Dabi’s ear, “Why don’t we clean each other off?” Dabi’s eyes widened with surprise at the offer, but the excited look in his eyes and the smile on his face showed that he was down for it.
With that, you pushed him off to sit up on the bed. You moved your face to his cock and you started to lick up the drops of cum on his cock. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt the warmth of your tongue against his sensitive skin. A throaty moan escaped his lips as you licked up all the cum, the combination of pleasure and the lingering intimacy between you sending sparks of ecstasy through his body. His hand gently tangled in your hair, guiding your movements as you continued to clean him off. The room was filled with the sensual sounds of your tongue lapping and his longing groans. His cock twitched with each lick, aching for more of your attention. Lost in the haze of pleasure, he leaned back slightly, surrendering to the sensations shared between you. Once his cock was clean, you gave the head a kiss and let his cock slide into your mouth, then started to suck it as you bobbed your head.
Dabi’s breath hitched as his head fell back, a guttural moan escaping his lips as his body responded to the euphoric sensations. He watched you with dark, hungry eyes, his hand gently guiding your movements. With each bob of your head, he felt himself becoming even harder, the pleasure intensifying to the nearly unbearable level. His fingers tangled in your hair, his grip gentle yet possessive as he guided you deeper, craving more of your skilled mouth around him. The room filled with the wet sounds of your sucking, mixed with his desperate moans of pleasure. He couldn’t help but thrust his hips gently, seeking more of the mind-blowing pleasure you were giving him. Lost in the ecstasy, he couldn’t help but praise you. “Fuck, you’re so good at this,” he gasped, his voice laced with desire. “Don’t stop...keep going, just like that...”
You take more of his cock into your mouth and soon, you’re able to take the entire length, fondling his balls to amplify his pleasure. Dabi’s eyes widened in surprised and pleasure as your actions, his cock throbbing with delight at the sensation. He let out a low growl, his body trembling with the intensity of your skilled mouth on him. The combined pleasure of your lips and tongue, along with the gentle fondling of his balls, pushed him closer to the edge. His grip in your hair tightened instinctively, his hips subtly thrusting into your mouth, seeking more of your exquisite touch. He felt a knot of intense pleasure building within him, signaling his impending release. “Fuck...I’m close,” he gasped, his voice strained. “That’s it...make me cum...” The urgency in his voice was evident, his body driven to the brink by your skillful ministrations.
You sucked harder and moved your head faster, showing how much you wanted him to cum in your mouth. Dabi’s body tensed with anticipation, letting out a guttural groan, his hips involuntary thrusting into your mouth as the pleasure built to an unbearable level. The desire to release, to let go, consumed him. The sight of you so eagerly pleasuring him, your mouth working over his cock with such dedication, pushed him closer to the edge. His moans grew louder, more desperate, each breath a mix of pleasure and longing. He could feel the telltale signs of his impending orgasm, his cock pulsing within your mouth. With a strangled cry, he finally reached his peak, his body convulsing as he came, hot spurts of cum filling your waiting mouth. His grip in your hair loosened, his body relaxing as he rode out the waves of ecstasy. Panting heavily, he looked at you, a mix of gratitude and satisfaction filling his eyes. “Fuck...that was amazing,” he breathed, his voice filled with both admiration and pure bliss.
Dabi’s breath hitched as he watched you swallow every drop of his release, a mixture of amazement and appreciation shining in his eyes. You smiled at him as you took his cock out of your mouth, your eyes full of desire. “Now it’s my turn...” you said softly. You lay back on the bed and you spread your legs, showing your twitching pussy, covered in a mix of your cum. He nodded in response, a growing hunger evident in his gaze as he took in the sight of your spread legs, your glistening, cum-covered pussy beckoning him. He wasted no time, his need to please you matching your own desire. In one fluid motion, he positioned himself between your legs, his hands gripping onto your thighs, and buried his face in your heat. His tongue eagerly lapped at the mix of your cum and his, his movements driven by a combination of passion and skill. He savored the taste of you, alternating between gentle licks and firm, rhythmic strokes.
He explored every inch of your sensitive flesh, delivering waves of pleasure with each flick of his tongue. His own desire to please you matched his earlier intensity, driven by a primal hunger. As he continued his ministrations, his free hand reached up to fondle and tease your breast, his touch alternating between gentle caresses and firm squeezes. His hot breath washed over your sensitive skin, heightening the sensations coursing through your body. His flickering tongue and the sensations from his hands worked together, aiming to push you further and further, until you were on the edge of bliss. He reveled in your moans and the way your body responded to his touch, eager to bring you the same pleasure you had given him. You moaned at each lick and you put your hand over his which was fondling your breast. “Fuck, baby...you’re so good..” you moaned.
Dabi’s eyes flickered up, meeting your gaze as you moaned in pleasure. A mix of affection and desire filled his gaze as he continued to pleasure you with his mouth. Your praise only fueled his hunger, spurring him to intensify his efforts. He took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers as he returned his focus to pleasuring you. His tongue danced over your sensitive folds, delving deeper and curling against your clit. He varied his pace, alternating between slow, teasing licks and faster, more intense flicks of his tongue. As his tongue worked its magic, his free hand moved to hold your hip firmly, his fingers digging into your flesh. He shifted his position, finding the perfect angle to stimulate your most sensitive spots. His movements became more focused, more deliberate, as he chased the ultimate goal of bringing you to the pinnacle of ecstasy.
He listened intently to the sound of your moans, adjusting his movements to match your responses. He wanted to give you exactly what you craved. His tongue expertly traced the curves and folds of your pussy, his rhythm becoming more relentless and the hunger to devour you grew. Soon, it was evident that you were reaching the brink of ecstasy. “D..Dabi..I..I’m gonna cum..!” you cried out. A surge of satisfaction and pride washed over Dabi as he heard your moans grow urgent, your body trembling with the approach of orgasm. He intensified his actions, his tongue flicking and teasing. “I want to feel you come undone,” he growled, his voice filled with hunger and desire. His hand tightened on your hip, holding you firmly in place as he continued his relentless assault on your sensitive core. He focused all of his attention on your clit, flicking and circling it with expertise. His tongue delved deep, spreading your wetness and heightening your pleasure. With a gasp and shaky moan, you finally reached your peak.
Your body convulsed in ecstasy, pleasure coursing through every fiber of your being. Dabi’s tongue continued its assault, prolonging the pleasure as your orgasm washed over you. He reveled in the sight and sound of your release, savoring every moment. As your body gradually relaxed, he continued to lap at your sensitive folds, savoring the taste of your climax. Only when he sensed your satisfaction did he finally withdraw, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “Beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe and adoration. “You’re amazing, babe.” Dabi moved up to you, capturing your lips in a passionate, lingering kiss, eager to share the flavors of your pleasure on his tongue. You kissed him back deeply and tenderly, tasting the shared ecstasy on your tongue. “So are you, Dabi..” This caused him to chuckle lowly and say, “You’re goddamn right, I am.” Dabi settled himself beside you on the bed, pulling you into his embrace, his arms holding you tightly. In that moment, surrounded by the echoes of their shared pleasure, he felt at peace. And as he held you close, he knew he had found his sanctuary in your arms.
Penny for Your Sins: A BNHA League Of Villains x F!Reader series - Shigaraki
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Goodie Bag: bondage, groping, vaginal fingering, drugging (aphrodisiac), nipple teasing, oral sex (m receiving), dom Shiggy, dirty talk, masturbation, vaginal sex, creampie, hair tugging, deepthroating, cum swallowing, he has his thumb on your tongue at one point, corruption [let me know if i miss anything!]
Now Playing: Closer by Nine Inch Nails, Lesser Key by Pale Horse, Eat Me Drink Me by Marilyn Manson,
Chapters (not in any order, except intro/outro):
START: Intro
• Shigaraki (you are here)
• Dabi
• Twice
• Mr. Compress
• Spinner
• Toga
END: Outro
A/N: No notes. Just enjoy!
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You looked at the calendar and saw it had been a few weeks since you got the ‘job’ of being the League of Villains’ stress reliever. Luckily, you’ve been following everyone’s orders when made and been doing a good job comforting everyone. You wondered when you’d meet their leader...
One night, you were in bed reading a book when you heard something rustling. You walked over and saw that someone slipped an envelope under the door. You got up and walked over to the door, bent down and grabbed the envelope, opening it. Inside was a single tea bag and a note. 'Drink me,' the note read. You smelled the tea bag and could smell peppermint and lavender. It smelled so good, you immediately got your hot water dispenser out and prepared the tea. Once the tea was finished brewing, you got a cup and poured some inside. You took a sip and smiled, loving the taste. You walked back to bed and got back to reading, sipping the tea occasionally. Not long after you finished your drink, you noticed that something was off... Tea wasn’t supposed to make you this relaxed and dizzy, was it? The words on the page were starting to swirl and warp as you tried to keep reading, but the effects were too strong. You wondered if someone spiked the tea bag before you fell back on the bed, blacking out.
You start to wake up, your body still feeling relaxed and warm, but you could feel you weren’t in your bed anymore. You felt your arms held up in the air, something cold and hard wrapping around your wrists, and your feet barely touching the floor. You opened your eyes and you saw you were chained by your wrists, dangling from the ceiling. You looked at yourself and noticed you only had your panties and bra on. “W..what...what’s going on..?” you asked, your speech slightly slurred. You saw something from the corner of your eye and turned your head. There was someone sitting in an armchair, hidden in the shadows. You heard them chuckle as they stood up and came out from the shade. It was a man, with white hair and piercing red eyes. You noticed he was much taller than you and he had a fit, muscular body, your blush growing as you look at him. He smirked, enjoying your gaze. “My, my.. You’re a real pretty thing, aren’t you?” he finally said, his voice a bit raspy.
“Who are you...?” you asked. He smiled and responded as he walked to stand in front of you, “Who am I? I’m Shigaraki Tomura, I’m in charge of the League. And you are our new plaything.” He bent forward, his face close to yours as he said, “Consider yourself lucky you caught our attention.” You were still a bit woozy from the tea, but you asked, “W..Why me?” He gently grabbed your jaw with his hand and he said in a voice laced with desire, “Why you? Oh, it’s quite simple. You see, I have a love for chaos and destruction, and what better way to indulge myself then by taking someone like you captive? Destroying your world by ripping you out of it was a great pleasure. Sure, the League needs some way to vent our frustrations, but...I’ve been craving something more... Oh yes, especially from you... Your beauty, your vulnerability, your surrender...It’s an exhilirating combination that I long for..” He let go of your jaw and he said as he walked behind you, “But don’t you worry.. I have no plan to harm you, and I won’t let anyone else do so.” He gently gripped your sides and leaned into your neck, his hot breath brushing along your skin, making you blush and gasp softly due to your body’s sensitivity. “Besides...I think you’ll enjoy yourself here...You’d be surprised what can be found in places like this.”
You gulped, unsure how to feel exactly, but there was one thing you knew. “Well....if I’m gonna be staying here for a while...I should tell you my name...My name is Y/N.” “Y/N... What a lovely name. Fits you perfectly.” His hands then slid up to your covered breasts, his hands groping each one, the size of his hands engulfing them. “Now, Y/N, let’s have a little fun, shall we? After all, you’re here to entertain me tonight..” He started to massage your breasts as his body pressed against your back. You could feel something hard pressing against your ass, making your body grow warmer. He kissed your neck and shoulder, the sensation causing shivers down your spine. Your head was still swimming, and everything Tomura was doing felt so good...
He leaned to your ear and whispered, “Tell me, Y/N... Do you enjoy pain..? Does the idea of me leaving marks on you make you tremble..?” “N..No...I’m..not a fan of pain...I..If I could choose between pleasure and pain...I..I’d choose pleasure..” You heard him chuckle then respond, “Is that so..? Then you’ll receive that in abundance..” He undid your bra then let the garment fall to the floor. Once that was off, he put one hand back on your breast, teasing your nipple as he massaged it. The sensation made you gasp softly, which made Tomura smile deviously. His other hand slid down your side and teased the band of your panties. “Now tell me this, Y/N...Have you ever been touched intimately before..?” “Well...not in this position, at least..” His lips trailed your neck again as he said softly, “Well, Y/N, this is your lucky day. I’m going to show you how pleasurable it is when my hands explore your body..Would you like that, Y/N?” His offer was so tempting, you only had one answer. “Yes...” He smiled, saying, “Good girl. Just relax and let me take care of everything..”
He then slowly trailed his fingers under your panties and down to your pussy. He started to gently caress your clit as he kissed and licked your neck. The pleasure was like a firework shooting through your body, causing you to moan and making you crave more. Tomura whispered, “Does that feel good, Y/N?” As you moaned, you said, “Y..Yeah...” “That’s it, Y/N. Embrace the feeling..let yourself be consumed by it.” He started to pinch and tug at your nipple as he kept rubbing your pussy. Thanks to the effects of the tea, you couldn’t really resist anything he was doing, and in all honesty, you didn’t want to. It all just felt too good... Tomura noticed your surrender and smiled as he whispered in your ear, his voice dripping with lust, “I want to hear you moan more for me, Y/N..Let the pleasure escape your lips..” With that, he slowly slid a finger inside you and started to pump at a slow yet steady pace. The pleasure was too much, and you started to moan louder. Soon, you wanted more pleasure, so you started to gently buck your hips. Tomura let out a deep chuckle from his throat and said, “Oh, eager, aren’t you? Such a keen and responsive little plaything you are, Y/N...” You found your head turned, facing Tomura. Your lips were so close to his and you wanted to kiss him so bad, it was almost torture. You couldn’t take it anymore and you leaned your head a bit forward and kissed him.
It was a surprise to Tomura, but he quickly kissed you back. He savored the taste of your desire on his lips, his touch becoming rougher in response to the growing intensity between you. The sounds of your moans mixed with this own, building and consuming you both. Breaking the kiss momentarily, he whispered huskily against your lips, “You’re a bold one, Y/N. But be careful...I can’t promise to be gentle with you.” With that, he kissed you again and slid two more fingers inside you, making your eyes turn wide as he curled his fingers inside you, his movements becoming rougher and more demanding, pushing you closer to the edge. It’s not too long before you cum hard, moaning in his mouth. Tomura groaned into the kiss, feeling your climax wash over you through his fingers. He eagerly swallowed your moans, grinning to himself as he does. As your release subsided, he pulled away from the kiss, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. His fingers still buried inside you, he continued to gently move them, prolonging the pleasure as he watched you recover from your intense orgasm. “Doesn't that feel good, Y/N?” he murmured, his voice filled with seduction. “But we’re far from done here. I have so much more in store for you.”
He pulled his fingers out of you and licked up the juices dripping from them, savoring the taste of you. With a wicked glimmer in his eyes, he leaned in to capture your lips once again. You could taste yourself in the kiss, the sweetness coating your tongue. You watch as he removed his clothes, then he undid your chain, making you fall to the ground. He picked you up so you were on your knees. You see his hard and throbbing cock in front of you, already starting to drip pre-cum down the shaft. You could feel your mouth water as you kept staring at it, feeling your inner core tighten as you wondered how it’d feel stuffed inside your holes. You looked up at him, wordlessly asking for permission to please him. Tomura’s eyes darkened with raw desire as he saw your hunger. He reached out, his fingers running through your hair as he pets your head, his touch possessive and commanding. “You want me, don’t you, Y/N?” he asked, his voice husky with anticipation. “I can see it in your eyes. Go ahead.” His hand tightened in your hair, applying enough pressure to assert his dominance. You may have been pleasuring him, but he was still in control. With a firm grip, he guided your head closer to his hardened cock, wordlessly granting your unspoken request. “Now, show me just how good you can be.”
You gently held his cock and you started to lick up the shaft and swirled your tongue around the head, moaning as you did. Soon, you let it slide into your mouth and you started to suck on it as you bobbed your head. Tomura grunted in pleasure as you took his cock in your mouth, the wet warmth sending waves of pleasure through his body. He watched you with a predatory gaze, relishing in the sight of your lips wrapped around him. “Such a good little cock-sucker, Y/N,” he groaned, his voice filled with desire. His hand remained firmly gripping your hair, guiding your movements as you bobbed your head, taking more of him into your mouth. As you continued to suck and tease him, Tomura couldn’t help but let out a series of low moans, the pleasure building steadily. His hips involuntarily bucked, seeking more contact with the wet heat between your lips. “Deeper,” he growled, his grip on your hair tightening. “Take all of it, Y/N. Show me how much you crave it.”
You did as he said and took more of his cock deeper into your mouth. Eventually, you were able to take his entire length and suck on it, letting your tongue rub against any sensitive spots. Tomura hissed in pleasure, feeling the tightness of your throat as you took his entire length. He watched you with a mix of admiration and dominance, his grip on your hair guiding your movements. “That’s it, Y/N,” he groaned. “You’re doing such a good job. Keep sucking, don’t stop.” He bucked his hips gently, setting a rhythm that matched the movements of your mouth. Your tongue worked wonders against his sensitive flesh, adding to the overwhelming pleasure. With every suck and every flick of your tongue, Tomura’s moans grew louder, his body tensing with the growing desire for release. He could feel himself reaching his edge, his breathing becoming ragged. “Keep going, Y/N,” he gasped, his voice strained. “I’m close...Do you want me to cum in your mouth? Show me how badly you want it.”
You put your hand on the back of his thigh to keep his cock in your mouth and you gently fondled his balls, encouraging them to let him cum in your mouth. Tomura’s breath hitched as he felt that, adding an extra layer of stimulation to his throbbing cock. The pressure and the pleasure building within him intensified, and he could feel his orgasm approaching rapidly. His grip on your hair tightened further as he looked down at you with a fierce desire, his eyes burning with intensity. “Yes, Y/N,” he growled. “Drain me. Take every drop.” With a final thrust of his hips, Tomura couldn’t hold back any longer. A gutteral moan escaped his lips as he released his hot cum into your mouth. He watched intently as you took every drop, savoring the sight of your submission and the pleasure you brought him. “You certainly know how to please, Y/N,” he said, his voice filled with lust. “But this is only the beginning. There’s so much more I have planned for us.”
As his orgasm subsided, he gently pulled you away, a satisfied smirk on his lips. When he pulled out of your mouth, you licked up every visible drop of his cum, even going so far as to lick up the drops that fell onto the hard floor. Tomura watched with a mixture of fascination and lust as you obediently licked up every visible drop of his cum. The intensity of your submission and addiction thrilled him, fueling his desire for further exploration. “You’re quite the eager little slut, aren’t you, Y/N?” he said, his voice filled with a dark amusement. “But there’s no need to waste a drop. You’re so devoted, so desperate for my pleasure.” His words, laced with dominance, sent a shiver down your spine as his hand gently cupped your cheek. His thumb brushed against your lips, coated with the remnants of his release. He pushed his thumb inside, pressing it onto your tongue, to see your reaction. When you start to pant and gently massage his thumb with your tongue, he smirked devilishly. Tomura knelt down and leaned in, his eyes dark with desire as he observed the remnants of his release still lingering on your tongue. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he felt the wet warmth of your tongue sliding along his thumb. He held it there for a moment, savoring the sensation before slowly pulling it out, a predatory glint in his eyes. “You’re so obedient, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Such a good little pet. I think we’re going to enjoy each other’s company very much.”
He leaned in to you, his mouth close to your ear. “Now, Y/N, I want you to touch yourself for me. Show me how much pleasure you can endure,” he whispered, his voice dripping with promises of even more intense experiences to come. He stood up, his gaze locked onto yours, filled with anticipation. You nodded and you sat on the floor. You started to rub your pussy, his gaze never leaving you. You moaned as you rubbed your clit and slid your fingers inside you. You pumped your fingers inside you at a steady pace as your hips matched the tempo of your fingers. Tomura’s eyes were fixated on your intimate display, a hunger evident in his gaze. He leaned back against the wall, his cock fully erect again and throbbing with arousal. The sight of you pleasuring yourself ignited a primal desire within him. He watched intently as your fingers expertly worked your pussy, your moans filling the room. The sound of your pleasure only fueled his own, and he couldn’t resist the urge to stroke his cock in response. “All those lovely sounds you make, Y/N,” he said, his voice filled with a dark desire. “You’re a sight to behold, giving in to your own desires. But remember, the true pleasure comes from me.”
He stroked his cock with long, slow motions, matching the rhythm of your hand. The anticipation of joining you, of bringing you to even greater heights of pleasure, pulsed through his veins. “Keep going, my little whore,” he murmured. “Bring yourself to the edge. I want to see you unravel, to hear you scream my name.” You moaned and slid more fingers inside, watching Tomura jack off making you even more aroused. You couldn’t help but moan out, “Ahh..yes... Ohh...Tomura... Please... I.. I need you so bad... I need you to fuck me.. Tomura, please fuck me as much as you want... I don’t care... I..I want you to fill me with your cum... Please..!” Tomura’s eyes glinted with a mixture of satisfaction and hunger as he heard your desperate pleas. The intensity of your desire matched his own, driving him to fulfill your carnal cravings. Without hesitation, he closed the distance between you in a swift motion, kneeling on the floor in front of you. His hands firmly grasped your hips, pulling you closer to him. The head of his cock pressed against your entrance, teasingly rubbing your wet folds. He leaned in close, his lips grazing your ear as he whispered in a low, seductive tone, “Oh, Y/N, you’re so eager, so ready to be filled. I’ll give you what you want, but remember, I’ll take you as roughly as I please.”
With a powerful thrust, he impaled you on his cock, filling you completely. The sensation of his hardness inside you sent electric shocks of pleasure through your body. His grip tightened on your hips as he began to move, setting a relentless pace. With every thrust, Tomura’s groans mingled with yours, creating a symphony of raw desire. His hips met yours with an unyielding force, the sound of skin slapping against skin and the orchestra of your moans filling the room. He provided the pleasure you craved, taking you to new heights of ecstasy. “Goddamn, Y/N,” he grunted, his voice strained as he bit his lower lip. “You’re so tight, so fucking wet. We’re just getting started. I'm going to take you over and over, until you can’t even think straight.” You moaned loud and threw your head back in pleasure. Oh god, it felt so much better than you could’ve ever imagined. A smile grew on your face as the pleasure surged through your body. “Ahh..! Yes..! Use me..! Break me..!”
Tomura’s eyes burned with a primal hunger as he watched you surrender to the pleasure coursing through you. He could feel the raw intensity of your desire, matching his own in ferocity. He gripped your hips tightly, anchoring himself as he continued to thrust into you with unrelenting force. Each movement was filled with dominance, his cock delving within you, hitting every sensitive area. “You want to be used, Y/N?” he growled, his voice laced with the darkest satisfaction. “I’ll give you everything you crave. Every ounce of pleasure. Every moment of ecstasy. You’re mine to break, to ravish, to mark as mine.” As his pace quickened, the sound of your moans and the slap of skin echoed through the room, a symphony of desire. Tomura reveled in the power he held over you, the primal satisfaction that came from claiming you as his. “Let go, Y/N,” he urged, his voice strained and desperate. “Cum for me. Give in to the pleasure. Surrender yourself completely.”
It wasn’t too long until you were able to fulfill his wish, cumming hard on his cock and giving in to the pleasure, your mind swimming in the purest of bliss. Tomura’s eyes burned with satisfaction as he felt your walls clench around him, your release washing over you. The tightness and pulsing sensation intensified his own pleasure, pushing him closer to the edge. He continued to thrust into you, riding out your orgasm, the friction and heat between you both driving him towards his own climax. With a final, desperate thrust, he let out a primal groan as his own release tore through him, spilling his hot cum deep inside you. As he rode out the waves of pleasure, he looked into your eyes, his gaze filled with a mixture of possessiveness and satisfaction. He leaned in close, his voice a low rasp against your ear. “You’re mine now, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice filled with a possessive edge. “You belong to me. And I’ll keep using you, breaking you, until there’s nothing left.” With that final declaration, he pressed his lips against yours in a possessive kiss, claiming you as his own.
He lifted you into his arms and carried you to the bed, laying you in it before entering it himself, the room filled with the scent of sex and the sounds of your heavy breathing, as you both basked in the aftermath of your intense encounter. You had a look of pure bliss on your face as you laid there, unable to move. “Yes...I’m yours...I belong to you...” you softly said. Tomura’s dark satisfaction morphed into something softer as he observed the pleasured look on your face. ‘God, she’s so precious,’ he thought to himself. He held you close, his touch now gentle, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and possessiveness. “Yes, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “You belong to me, body and soul. I’ll protect you, I’ll ravish you, and I’ll cherish you in my own twisted way. You’re mine, and I’ll make sure you never forget it.” With those words, he gently caressed your cheek, his touch a stark contrast to the intensity of your recent encounter. The room remained cloaked in a hazy cloud of desire and peace as both of you savored the bond that had been formed, knowing that both pleasure and darkness awaited you in the future.
