peachyaftrdark

i really like peach flavored stuff she/her

[peachyaftrdark]

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• sub character x (mainly fem) dom reader

• bdsm

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[revolvingsaturn]

𝜗𝜚 bullying Choso until he cums- but you’re only following the instructions on his shirt!

more like this

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You’d seen the shirt online, your screen far too bright for how late it was, coloured pixels burning into your pupils as you scrolled in the darkness waiting for your boyfriend to get home. You were only really looking through the clothes website as something to fill the time, minutes dragging on like molasses. Thumbing in boredom past the designs with obscure city names and sports teams you've never heard of, you saw it.

You’d snorted in laughter, thumb hovering over the picture the website provided as you clicked to enhance the size of the image. At first, it was funny on its own- the stupidity of the big, unapologetically blocky font, the even stupider saying emblazoned across the chest.

Don’t bully me, I’ll cum!

But then, your mind drifts to your sweet, unsuspecting boyfriend. Choso is probably on his way home now, you think- and although he’d never admit it out loud (he would if you asked nicely enough) he did enjoy you being mean to him just a little more than the average person probably should.

Okay, maybe more than a little; the moment you’re on top of him and your palm lands open across his cheek in a slap he’s been begging for, he’s liable to cum immediately. A whine always rips from his throat when you degrade him, watching the way he likes going stupid under your slick hand as you wrap it around his cock and whisper how dumb he looks.

Choso doesn’t really advertise this side of him, preferring to stay quiet about it, but to anybody watching it’s painfully obvious. The way he stares at you when you speak, the way he flushes furiously when you ‘accidentally’ trip and sink your nails into his bare arm for balance.

Yeah, he likes when you bully him.

You smirk, clicking on the size range, and the shirt is ordered within minutes.

“Hey, baby.” Choso announces when he walks through the door, immediately wrapping his arms around you, “what’re you doing? I missed you.”

You lazily scratch his nape with your nails, letting him rest his bodyweight on you in its heavy entirety. “Just... some shopping. I think you'll like it.”

He perks up. “Show me when it arrives?”

You both know what he’s insinuating, a blush already tinting his face; whenever you buy new clothes, ranging from lacy lingerie straight out of his fantasies to simple jeans, Choso adores watching you try them on for him. He sits there patiently at the end of the bed, like a well trained puppy, and waits for you to come out of the bathroom and twirl around.

More often than not, it results in him whimpering between your thighs- not that either of you are complaining about that particular part of your impromptu fashion shows.

Choso's imagining it already, you can tell. If you aren't telling him outright, it must be something good- not to say he doesn't think you look good in everything (or nothing, he loves that even more) but the way you're smirking down at him makes drool water up in his mouth. Maybe it'll be lingerie you already own in a different colour, he muses, or perhaps it'll be a different style.

You smile, a slight tint of evil mixed into the mirth that Choso’s pretty eyes don’t quite pick up on. “Yeah, of course I'll show you, baby.”

He hums happily and buries his face into your skin again.

The shirt arrives three days later (express shipping does wonders, apparently) and you almost squeal with excitement as you cut the parcel open on the kitchen table, scissors in hand. “Choso! My package arrived-!”

He practically teleports around the corner, eager to see what it is you’ve been hiding from him for the last few days. You can’t conceal the grin on your face as you unfold the black fabric, holding back a giggle as you see his brow scrunch in confusion- surely that’s too much fabric for your size, right? Or maybe you just wanted a new sleep shirt, but why would you when he gives you all of his-?

“For you!”

Choso’s eyes land on the text as you hold the shirt up to his eyeline. “For me…?”

Oh. Ohhh.

He goes pink almost immediately as he reads the words printed onto the fabric. “I am not wearing that.”

“But it’s trueee, Cho!” You whine, “you know it’s true.”

“It isn’t.” He says adamantly, sulking at the shirt like it personally offended him. “I won’t cum if you bully me.” Although, his eyes are already darting away from the words as though he isn't ready to think about it too deeply yet.

You raise a brow, dropping the fabric onto the counter. “Is that a challenge?”

He swallows thickly, “n-no, I’m just saying-“

“Wear the shirt, Choso.”

“I don’t want-“

“Wear. It.”

Something about the tone of your voice, the way your eyes narrow darkly as you glare at him, makes something in Choso instantly obey as he reaches out for the shirt. He doesn’t break his annoyed eye contact as he yanks his own clothing over his head, and you try not to let your eyes drift too far down to the wisps of hair dipping below his belt and the muscle of his abdomen.

When it’s on, fabric new and slightly scratchy against his skin, you smile. “Good boy.”

Choso’s cock twitches in his jeans, but he’s determined this time- he will not let you condescend him into an orgasm, no way.

But he will if you have anything to do with it.

“You’re such a fucking slut, Cho.” You pant above him, thighs firmly planted either side of his lean hips. What better way to test his resolve than to bully him until he cums? You’re just making sure the shoe- or, in this case, the shirt- fits!

He moans wantonly, big eyes swimming with tears as he gazes up at you while you bounce on his cock. “B-baby-“

You don’t hesitate, gripping his jaw with one clammy hand and glaring down at him. meanly. “Shut up.”

He gasps, hips bucking as the whites of his eyes make their debut. He’s still wearing the shirt- you insisted on it- and the fabric is heated below your fingers. It’s almost hilarious, on some strange and perverted plane of humour you like to operate on when it comes to your boyfriend.

Choso is trapped below you, around you, inside you as you use him to prove your point. He’d like to say he isn’t struggling to keep his side of the argument alive, but his mind is quickly getting fuzzier as his cock twitches inside your cunt.

“You’re just sooo pathetic for me, aren’t you?” You breathe out, grasping his face into position. You can feel the physical shake that trembles through his body, his hips lurching up to meet the swift glides of your pussy along his sticky length.

Choso groans, strands of hair sticking to his forehead. “I-“

Slap!

He inhales sharply, cock splurging out a few more rivulets of pre when your palm lands on his cheek. You roll your hips harder, “I didn’t tell you that you were allowed to speak, Cho.”

He gives in, nodding dazedly into your touch as you thumb over the stinging mark your hand left behind.

“Look at yourself.” You spit out at him- literally, a thin string dripping glassily down to his mouth. Choso’s lips are already parted, heaving in gasping little breaths between whines, so it isn’t hard for him to readily take the saliva messily smearing across his lips and lick it up like a dog.

You’d feel terrible for bullying your boyfriend if he didn’t look so pretty as you did so. One cheek redder than the other from your slap, hair completely messy against the pillows, eyes totally glossed over and filling with tears as you bully him to an orgasm.

“Cho…” you coo, voice sickeningly sweet, deliberately slowing your movements to hear the way he groans in protest, “do you wanna cum?”

He nods slowly, movements sluggish. You notice the way he isn’t speaking- clearly, your slap did its job and he’s waiting for permission. “You can speak.”

“Please-“ he begs almost immediately, hands encircling your thighs, hips, waist- any skin he can get to, “please, just let me cum, need it so bad-“

You pretend to ponder on this longer than necessary, until the wait dips over into cruelness and Choso is left throbbing and whimpering against the lack of friction. “I’ll let you cum, if-“

“Anything.” He breathes, trembling as you start to pick up the pace again, “please, anything, just let me-“

“You can’t cum until after I do.”

Choso freezes, expression akin to that of a deer in headlights. You know his favourite thing is cumming at the same time as you, how could you be so cruel? “But-“

“You heard me. Wait.”

And he does, because he has no choice; he has to wait and torture himself with the feeling of your warm body pressed up against his, your heat bleeding into the shirt until Choso feels dizzy.

When you feel your orgasm creep up on you, building slowly, you press your mouth against his for the first time since you started and Choso moans into the kiss like he’s been starved.

“M’so close, Cho-“ you keen against his lips, nipping at the skin only to soothe it with your tongue. The feeling of your cunt pulsing so perfectly around his cock makes Choso cry, a few stray tears slipping saltily down his face.

“Please-“ he heaves, “c’mon, let me cum-“

You relent, nodding once, and the effect is instantaneous. His spine arches up off of the mattress, cock jumping inside you as he spills over in milky strands that streak the skin of your thighs and his pelvis, smearing shinily.

Choso trembles through the aftershock, the shirt clinging stupidly to his chest when you roll off him. You giggle as the text comes into focus again along with the rest of your blurred vision. “I told you the shirt was right.”

He groans exhaustedly, throwing an arm across his still-teary eyes. “Stop.”

“You like me bullying you.” You giggle, voice singsongy in a way that should be irritating but really just makes Choso’s heart melt. “I told youuuu.”

Two arms wrap around you without warning, cramming your face against the shirt. He sighs defeatedly, pressing his mouth to your forehead in a gentle kiss to get you to stop squirming out of his grip and lie still. “You’re mean.”

There’s a few moments of silence, and Choso briefly thinks you’ve fallen asleep on his chest, but then-

“If I’m nice to you, will you cum too?”

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a/n: okay so funny story I actually DID see a shirt with this on a while ago and thought about Choso, so maybe this is a manifestation

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[peachyaftrdark]

yeooo

[peachyaftrdark]

HEYAAA so I am in LOVEEE with like most of ur stories I was wonderingggggggg if you could obviously make an dom fem reader x bully male like i am obsessed with those u can make the story however u want or like whatever happens u can choose from bc I know whatever u pick it’s gonna be AMAZINGGGGGG but i also understand if ya don’t wanna again LOVE ur stories n pls never quit🥹🥹

YESSS im literally writing one rn LOL sorry i know You chose to be anon but if You want to be tagged when i post it just send Me a msg or comment!! 😋

[peachyaftrdark]

HEY GUYS I SWEAR IM GETTING TO UR REQUESTS... been a tad busy recently

[lovefliction]

Normalize treating misogyny as the outdated, unacceptable evil that it is.

Do not be friendly to those who hold misogynistic beliefs and double down when called out. Make them ashamed of their bigotry the way they make us ashamed of our flesh.

I have cried too many tears as a child wishing I was a human.

[peachyaftrdark]

My biggest fear is writing a character ooc and then someone calls Me out on it like Ok i'll just die

[crivyxen]

kazutora x gn!reader [hurt/comfort]

tw self harm! this fic is purely self indulgent so if you're uncomfortable with these themes please do not read.

please get help and reach out if you are struggling with sh, you're not alone! much love, author. <3

this is also not proof read so there may be mistakes

feedback and reblogs appreciated! :3

it’s been a bad day. school was tiring, classes drawled on and homework piled up. exam season was in 2 weeks and you were nothing short from stressed, you felt so stupid, why did you struggle so much to understand the content? you dig your fingers into your palm and scratch at your skin to distract yourself from the debilitating stress and anxiety. the last class ends and you immediately rush out of class, eager to just get home.

exhaustion wracks your body as you meander through the hallways and finally make it outside the school. ‘y/n!” kazutora cheerfully calls out. oh. in all your worry you’d completely forgotten about meeting your boyfriend. “hi kazu..” you mutter dryly. his smile falters at your crest fallen expression. he paused “.. what’s with you? you look dull-“ “i’m okay” you cut him off. “bad day i guess” you explain, “oh..” he mutters softly and wraps and arm around your shoulder and decides that he should try and distract you to get the weight off of your shoulders. 

“can i come over to your place? we can spend the evening together if you’d like…” you want to refuse. you have so much piled up work to do and knowing yourself, you’d probably just cuddle up with kazutora and nap the entire evening away. but you’ve also had such a draining day and you we’re just so desperate for comfort that- “i can hear the cogs running in your head you know? don’t think so much!.. listen.. if you have work to do i won’t distract you but just.. let me be there. i’ll try to make it better okay?” he answers all your unspoken doubts softly, bi coloured hair tickling your neck as he rests his head on your shoulder. “tora.. thank you..” you say softly. you both start to walk home. 

after you both made it home and got in bed, he intertwined his hand with yours and you relax. his fingers graze over your knuckles when he suddenly frowns at the ridges and scratches on your fingers. his head immediately shoots up and he leans closer to inspect your fingers. noticing the action you panic slightly “hey what- why’re your hands so-“ “it’s nothing! i just.. uh. must’ve scraped my hand somewhere-“ you respond in a slightly agitated tone that he immediately picks up on. you try to move your hand away inconspicuously but he grabs it before you can and pulls it closer to his face “these aren’t..-“ he pauses and the tone of his voice changes. “this is.. self harm, right?.. you.. you scratched yourself?” he asks shakily.

you stay silent. how are you supposed to respond to something like this? is he going to freak out? is he going to yell? what are you going to- your train of thought is cut off when you look at his sullen expression. his eyes seemed sad. oh. suddenly you feel so guilty. this is exactly what you wanted to avoid. this is exactly why you didn’t tell him. he frowned and clearly struggled to find words to respond. 

“why didn’t you .. tell me?”  he asks sadly. his cheerfulness completely drained away, leaving him with slumped shoulders, lips tugging into a frown and glossy eyes. “i didn’t want to upset you...” 

“seriously?” suddenly, the weighted blankets felt too heavy. suddenly, you wish you had turned him down when he offered to hang out after school. suddenly, you wish you could be anywhere else doing anything else because looking at his hurt expression was enough to send you into another panic attack. 

“i’m sorry, i- i didn’t want it to weigh on you… look, it really isn’t that bad, i mean, at least i’m not full out cutting like i used to, right? like, i think cutting warrants this level of worry but the point is that i’m not.. it’s just a few scratches to relieve some stress and you don’t even have to wo—“ “i do! i do have to worry!” kazutora cut you off, voice breaking. “of course i have to w-worry. it’s you y/n. please just.. tell me. please.” he pleaded in such a soft and pitiful voice that tugged at your heartstrings. “i’m sorry tora..” you respond, voice similarly drained and sullen. he wraps his arms around you and buries his head in your neck. the blankets on your bed are tangled between your feet and the ac is on full blast, normally you’d feel so extremely comfortable, but now you just feel disappointed. disappointed  in yourself for hurting him like this.

he sighed, eyes glossed over as he looked up at you. “i love you y/n. please talk to me. when you’re frustrated. when you’re anxious, stressed. anything. just talk. i’m never too busy for you. you might say that it’s just a few scratches but what if it spirals into something worse? you know i’m always worried right?.. please.. if not for your sake, for mine”. the desperation in his voice hung in the air. you wanted him to rely on you, not the other way around. “i’m sorry. i’ll try better. i’ll try for you” you respond unsurely, you don’t know if you’ll be able to do it but for his sake you suppose you could try and be more vulnerable. you press a light kiss to the crown of his head, arms wrapped around each other protectively and your eyes droop. homework can wait. you’ve already drained yourself enough today. you let your eyes fall shut and you both bask in each others warmth. your head feels sluggish from exhaustion but before you could completely fall asleep, you whisper “i love you..” “i love you too, y/n. rest well. i’ll be here when you wake up.”

↑ the song that made me so emotionally scatterbrained i had to write this

[duxtch]

warning ladies !! do not spit in gojo’s mouth unless you’re ready for him to nut instantly!

“c’mon baby,” he whines, voice all breathy and cocky, his blue eyes sparkling looking greedy. “i’ve been good. spit in my mouth, please?”

you laugh, because this six-foot-whatever menace who can literally warp reality is pouting like a brat because he wants your spit.

“you’re so fucking weird, toru.”

“you are weird,” he corrects instantly, tongue already poking out a little. “now c’mon.... i’m dying here. my dick’s so hard it’s bout to file a complaint.”

you roll your eyes but lean in anyway, gripping his jaw with one hand, thumb pressing into the soft skin just under his bottom lip. he opens wider, eyes half-lidded, that signature gojo smirk twitching at the corners because he knows exactly how nasty this is.

you gather it slow on purpose, letting him watch, then spit directly onto his waiting tongue. thick, warm, right in the center.

the sound he makes is downright criminal. a broken little moan-groan that vibrates straight through his chest and into yours.

“fuck— again,” he gasps, “do it again. spit like you mean it.”

you do it again, messier this time, letting some of it miss and drip down his chin. he doesn’t even wipe it. just lets it slide while his eyes roll back.

“you’re actually getting off on this, huh?” you tease, grinding down slow on the massive bulge straining against the fabric. “big bad strongest and all it takes is a little spit to make you stupid?”

“shut up and degrade me properly,” he whines, but he’s grinning like an idiot, tongue still out. “call me a nasty little slut or sum. i’m literally leaking for you right now.”

you laugh again, i mean you can’t help it. before you do the request, you reach down and shove his sweats just low enough to free him. he’s flushed dark at the tip, already dripping down the shaft.

“open wider, pretty boy.”

he obeys instantly, loving every second of being absolutely humiliated by you.

you spit again, then lean down and lick into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue while you sink down onto his cock.

satoru’s whole body shudders. he moans into your mouth, hands scrambling on your hips, already babbling.

“more!! fuck— spit on me while you ride me. please baby i’ll do anything. i’ll buy you a country. i’ll cancel infinity for the rest of the night. just keep spitting in my fucking mouth—”

“shush it toru ~~~”

more subby!gojo?

[tgirlarmin]

if you hate Armin Arlert you will die and go to hell

[peachyaftrdark]

Yo👀👀👀👀👀 so like I’ve been thinking about a Nagito x fem reader👀👀👀 with a smut texting story👀 Yo.

Oohh a smut texting story we going all the way back to 2020🌝 i got you yo 👀✌️... also You didn't rlly specify what you want so im sorry if it's not what you had in mind i just made sumn up!!!!!!!! enjoy enjoy enjoy - peach

HMU

Youre missing your boyfriend Nagito...badly after he texts you, but you're on your period and he's all the way at his own house... So you can only resort to texting him.

cw: suggestive, femdom reader, sub nagito, mentions of rainbow kissing, masochist nagito, degrading and praising, mentions of oral, mentions of fingering, he calls u mommy once i think, masturbation

art credit: @dgrpluna on x

1:31 AM

Nagito

I see you're active on tiktok..

i know you don't want to hear this from me.. but you should go to sleep, it's late.

You

I would, but my cramps r really bad rn

Nagito

oh gosh, i'm sorry

texting me probably made it worse, didn't it?

You

nonono of course it didn't

i told you to stop being so harsh on yourself!!!

Nagito

im sorry baby

You

gosh, you really know how to make a girl mad

you know that?

Nagito

imsorryimsorryimsorry

i love you

You

i love you too

Nagito

typing....

1:49 AM

You

why are you taking so long to send a text message

it isn't your suicide note right?

Nagito

im just thinking of how i should say this without you getting mad...

You

i'll get mad if you take any longer

just say it

Nagito

i wish i could see you right now

You

is that it?

i wish i could see you too:)

Nagito

ahhh

thats not really it..

im sure you wouldn't want to hear what i have to say anyways..

You

im your girlfriend because i love everything about you

Nagito

okay..

i saw this tiktok about periods and some girl in the comments said that she gets horny when she's on her period, even more so than when she's ovulating

does this apply to you as well?

You

i get horny whenever i'm around you

so yeah

Nagito

ah, is that so

You

it is

is that all?

Nagito

so if i came over right now

even though youre on your period..

You

No

it's too messy sorry

even with a condom

Nagito

no no

of course I wouldn't do that with you while you're on your period

i can be a gentleman

You

Yeah?

what would you do?

Nagito

i'd do whatever you'd tell me to do

anything

i don't like knowing you're hurting, baby

it should be me instead

if i could id take all of your pain

You

anything?

even if i told you to eat me out?

Nagito

mhm

i don't mind

really

You

you sound rather eager

Nagito

i just really miss you

your taste, your face

You

you aren't touching urself without me are you?

Nagito

technically you're with me

im texting you

that doesn't count does it..

ahh

im sorry..

you should punish me

You

You just want me to be mean to you so you can get off, huh?

i mean... i guess it counts

i'll forgive you if you send me a picture rn

you have ten seconds

Nagito

[picture]

You can tell he rushed taking the picture, but damn does he look hot. Sweat drips down his flushed face, matching his pink precum slicked tip. his hand is around the base—a blurry figure of it at least—he was definitely jerking off while taking this. the flash reflects off of his glossed over eyes beautifully, and it makes you feverish.

You

good boy

you're so cute

Nagito

can i cum

please

You

you're close already?

how long have you been touching yourself??

Nagito

since we started texting..

You

wow

disgusting

Nagito

im sorry

You

you'll cum when i tell u to

lol

i can't believe you're listening to what i say and you haven't even seen my face in days

Nagito

pathetic, aren't i

You

yeah

but i like that about you

Nagito

i wish u were here rn

your hand feels so much better than mine

my hand is disgusting

it's too wet and slimey now..

the texture is all weird

You

my hand is hardly different than yours

Nagito

no you know how to do it better

you scrape your nails against my shaft and make my balls ache

your thumb presses into my tip deep enough that my eyes roll to the back of my head

and it's so warm and soft

nothing like mine

You

is that all you remember

i have more tricks than that haha

at least now i know what your favorites are

Nagito

please

i love you

You

You know what else i do?

Youre too stuck in ur pleasure high to notice when i do it but you finish every single time lol

Nagito

what do you do?

tell me please

You

I grab your balls and massage them until they draw up

and with my other hand

i use my thumb to play with your leaking slit as i stroke your base when i reach the top,

and my pointer to rub under the head so i can feel you throb

then at the final moment, i stop just below the tip, and i squeeze hard. so hard that it becomes bright red and swollen, and the base stays pale.

it's funny to see how hard you cum every time i do it

makes me wanna stretch myself around u and go until u pass out

Nagito

keep going if i ever pass out..

you deserve to feel good

i don't care if i get hurt in the process

hmfnnjrjrjdbdndksksl

r u touching yourself too?

You

no

i can't wait for ur post nut clarity lolll

you'll probably get pissed at yourself and then i'll get to have fun with u

is that bad to say?

Nagito

i want u to feel good too

please

i can't cum unless i know u feel as good as me

no, even better

You

sorryyyyyy i just don't want blood stained hands right now

if only u were here!

instead, how about u tell me all about how you'd make me feel good

since u can't do it rn:)

it's only fair, don't u think?

maybe then i'll let u relieve urself

Nagito

mhm

ur right

i would

do anything

u would sit on my face and

i would shove my tongue deep inside of u until u get off

id pull u closer even when my face'd turn purple from lack of oxygen

ur blood would get all over me

and i'd love it

fuck i wish i could taste u

u never let me go down on u on ur period

i just want u so bad.

and afterwards i'd kiss you.. if you'd let me

i know u wouldn't want my disgusting bloodied lips on ur perfect ones

but if u let me i would kiss u so much, everywhere.

my hand would rub your breast, and my other one would be in your pants

since u don't want to touch yourself i'll do it for u. gladly

id mimic how my tongue was thrusting in and out of u with my fingers

and with my thumb i'd rub ur clit just the way u like it so u squirt all over me

of course i'll clean it up with my tongue

i know u don't like to waste things

baby

tell me i'm pathetic

i know i am

it just sounds better when it's coming from u

You

wow

u really are pathetic

damn now i want to play with myself

thanks a lot

i don't want to get all dirty.. there's nobody here to clean up my mess

like u said.. i hate wasting stuff

fucking loser. why do u have to turn me on so much

Nagito

im sorryyyyyygggggghhjkhvfff

im sorry

im a worthless piece of trash

You

u still haven't cum, have u?

send me a picture now

Nagito

[picture]

Everything is the same as the last photo he sent you, except there's a clear difference now.. Tears stream down his face, blending in with his sweat, but still evident.

You

are you crying?

hahhhhhhhashshba

that's so cute

crying over me

over how good i make u feel

im not even next to you

weren't u complaining abt how Bad ur hand felt earlier? clearly you were lying to me

Nagito

no nonono

i could never be as good as u

no

it's because ur talking to me

i feel so disgustinf

but i love u

and it feels so good when u talk to me like the talentless piece of shit i am

oh god

i can't

it's too much

id feel better if ur hands were around my neck rn

but i

You

you can cum now

send me a picture of the aftermath

i want to see u sprawled out and covered in ur own mess

and clean it up.

i want to see all of it on ur tongue, okay baby?

Nagito

ahh

anything for u baby

okay

[picture]

i love you

READ AT 3:00 AM

i've never written somethinglike this before so i'm sorry if its Bad😭 lwk felt like i was one of those girls on twitter getting paid by those guys to degrade Them yall know what im talking About right? also might be ooc GRRRRHRHGRGSG😣 anyways this was fun to write and Good experience!! tysm for ur request!!!! - peach

[tootsuro]

choso likes to be choked while you ride him! | mdni

Choso had never asked for anything in bed.

Well, at least not yet.

He was always quiet and obedient and he lets you take the lead with those dark, heavy-lidded eyes watching your every move, his sharp jaw clenched tight to stifle his moans. His knuckles would grip the sheets, black tattoos stark against his pale skin, his lean muscles tensing as he followed your every command.

But tonight, he wanted something different, he wanted more from you.

You could see it in the way his pierced tongue darted out to wet his lips, the silver hoop glinting in the dim light. His usual silence felt restless, like he's holding his tongue from saying something that he might regret.

His long fingers are twitching against your hips as you straddled him, his black hair is tangled against the pillow from how much he’d been squirming.

You see him gulp, probably to get out whatever he had been hesitating to say for a while now.

“I want you to...” His voice was barely a whisper and he was lips chattered as he said it, full of nerves. His cheekbones flushed are crimson as he avoided your gaze. His pierced eyebrow furrowed in hesitation. “...choke me.” He finished, still not meeting your eyes.

Your fingers stilled on his chest, tracing the faint scars that marred his toned stomach.

Choso flinched, his lips parting as if he expected you to laugh. But then you smiled, slow and wicked before wrapping your hand around his throat. With your thumb pressing against the delicate hollow of his Adam’s apple.

His reaction was instant.

He lets out a choked gasp, his hips jerked up, and his thick cock twitched inside you. “F-Fuck—” His voice cracked, his long lashes fluttering as his pierced tongue peeked out again.

You squeezed, just a little, and his back arched off the bed, the muscles in his arms flexing as his tattooed hands scrambled at your thighs. “You like that, baby?” you murmured, rolling your hips, watching the way his abs clenched beneath you.

Choso nodded frantically, his dark eyes glassy, his lips parted in a silent plea. His chest rose and fell rapidly, the faint sheen of sweat making his pale skin glisten.

Your grip tightened, your nails biting into the column of his throat as you rode him harder, watching his face twist with pleasure and pain. He tossed his head back, his black hair sticking to his forehead. “You’re so pretty like this,” you cooed, grinding down just to hear him whine.

Choso came with a sob, his release spilling inside you as his body shook, his fingers clawing at your skin and pushing you down harder so he's buried deeper.

When you finally released his throat, he gasped, his chest heaving, his dark eyes dazed. His lips were swollen, his piercings glistening with spit.

You kissed his flushed cheek, grinning. “Next time, I'll make you beg for it.”

Choso groaned, dragging you down against him, his lean body still trembling.

masterlist!

a/n: I love this prompt and recycling it lol. long time since I last posted, I've been so busy and burnout but I thought I'd feed you before I disappear again.

[peachyaftrdark]

CHANGING MY LAYOUT DONT FORGET ABOUT ME!!!!

[peachyaftrdark]

RAW

Edging your boyfriend for so long that it hurts.

cw: sadist reader, edging, kinda dacryphilia, char is NOT A MASOCHIST, begging

art credits: @pyanyasha on x

"haah.." he pants, sweat dripping down his bare body.

his pants rest around his ankles as a slight restraint, and wrists tied together behind his back. youre fully clothed under him (even though your shirt and pants are basically see-through now from his sweat.). They stick uncomfortably to your skin, you try to wiggle around to free yourself, just for the wettness to drench another part of skin; you shiver from the coldness.

When he said he'd do anything for you, he didn't know you'd take it so far. It's been 3 hours into you edging him now, and he's starting to go crazy—but he quickly loses himself in your touch again when you whisper sweet nothings into his ear, licking the shell of it to earn another moan out of him.

"baby.. come o-on.. please!.." he whines.

he turns his head to kiss you but you lean back. You can't help but giggle at his attempts to try and please you even while his hips jerk up into your unforgiving hand. He's trained so well.

"Youre so mean—hng!"

He keels over as you press your thumb into his tip, precum gushes out of the slit in an instant, and you swear you could hear him sob.

"t-that hurts.. (your name), please.." he sputters and writhes under your grasp, but his hips don't hesitate to move desperately now. he's so fucking embarrassed at the mess he's made already, and he hasn't came once. his pink tip puffy and glistening with his essence.

"You can take the pain.." Your lips quirk up into a devilish smirk; which he can imagine is plastered on your face based on your honeyed tone, but he has trouble looking at you, as his body involuntarily coils up.

He chokes on his own gasp of relief when you remove your thumb from his aching tip, he's eternally grateful, even if his mind is too fogged up to tell you. he lays his head back to rest against your chest, eyebrows knitting together, and lip trembling. his chest heaves with growing intensity each time your hand pumps his base; you can tell he's getting close now, so of course, you slide your hand off of it.

He cries out furiously, causing you to flinch, but you can't help the smile that forms when he tries to babble pet names and pleads. even though it's useless since they're shadowed by his rasped and feverish breaths, you appreciate the effort. His face contorts into a pathetic expression, and he looks up at you—seemingly unaware of how his hips keep bucking up into nothing.

this is the hottest thing i've ever seen

You reach out to wipe a tear threatening to spill out of his lower eyelid, while your other hand uses the blanket to dry off his cock. Then you finally lean in to kiss him, pressing your lips against his. his eyes flutter shut when you lick into his mouth, and allow his tongue to mingle with yours. you slowly close your lips around his tongue to suck on the wet muscle, bobbing your head as if it was his dick. Your hand creeps towards his unknowing cock, and You gently run your nails up and down the shaft. Causing him to shiver from such a small gesture makes you giggle into your boyfriend's mouth proudly.

you swallow his moans as you wrap your hand around his dry manhood, spine instantaneously arching. You pull away from the kiss when you pump him faster, the friction of your dry hand and his dry shaft rubbing against each other not slowing your movements down one bit. Not even when his eyes gloss over, when his nostrils flare, or even when he yelps in pain. You quickly feel the heat building in your core as he thrashes around, trying to escape the overwhelming feelings of arousal and pain youre inflicting on him.

"stop! stop, (your name)! it—Fuck!" he wails, panting shakily.

but his cries only spur You on. You lean in to nip and lick at his neck as he sobs in agony. tears start to dribble out of his eyes, contrasting the way he keeps bucking into your hand.

"it hurts! it hu-hurts!" a guttural cry tears out of his throat as you feel wetness suddenly drench your hand. salty liquid drips onto your tongue; it seems his tears made it down to his neck already, but it's hard to focus on giving him a hickey when he keeps seizing. You slow your movements down and lift your head up to look at the mess he's made.

Fuck..

drool trickles down the corner of his mouth, eyes blood shot red and skin stained from tears, hair drenched and stuck to his forehead, flushed cheeks, nose dripping with a disgusting mixture of sweat and snot, and chest heaving with quick and recovering breaths. Your eyes trail down to where your hand lies, holding the base of his raw, red, skinned cock. Shit. the wetness wasn't his cum, it was from serous drainage. (the clear/yellow liquid that comes out of a cut/injury). his peeled skin resigns under your fingernails, and he disorientedly looks at you, eyelids heavy. he mutters something, but youre too focused on his beautiful expression to listen, lapping up the drool that spills from his kiss-bruised lips. He whimpers at your soothing touch when you plant wet kisses on his forehead.

"hu...hurts..." his eyelids flutter closed. you worry that he's gonna faint, but he just seems exhausted for now.

"i know, let me take care of you." your hand trails along his chest, finding one of his nipples and rolling it between your fingers.

he can feel his balls aching for release, and his dick throbbing in anguish, nausea churns in his stomach at the thought of you touching it again. it hurts. so so so badly.

"No, no, please! please please please!" he hiccups.

"but don't you want to feel good? You dont wanna feel my cunt around you?" you taunt him.

"No—yes! i, i do!" he whips his head around to kiss your neck, trying to encourage you to fuck him.

You shamelessly laugh at his efforts, making his eyes gloss over once again.

the end ☺️

thank yew for reading!!! this was fun to writeeee like i literally wrote this in one day dawg 😭 - peach!

[peachyaftrdark]

LOLL I can't believe You guys like this little oneshot so much i reread it and this shit is POOP😭😭.. love yall so much for the appreciation tho! more fics on the wayyyyyyy- peach

[peachyaftrdark]

oh My gosh i can't believe this hit 1k likes You guys are awesome

[peachyaftrdark]

LUCKY ME

when ultimate hope!reader enters the final dead room with nagito... but you don't end up as lucky as him.

cw: blood, Nagito is obsessed with you, masochist nagito, kinda pervert nagito, dom g/n reader, nagito has a crush aww, finger sucking, gagging, kinda blood play, pain play

art credits: @mochi_strawbzzy on x

You first walked into the final dead room with nothing but hope. You were not afraid of death, and especially not of monokuma, so when Nekomaru got murderered, your first thought went to this room. You knew there must've been a clue related to the murder weapon in here, and if there wasn't... then oh well! At least you didn't have to be curious about it anymore!

The one thing you didn't expect was when iron bars slammed shut in front of the exit, you weren't stuck in there with just Monomi, but Nagito too!

Unbeknownst to you, Nagito has been trailing behind you for days. Ever since he heard what your ultimate was, damn, he couldn't get you off of his brain. Every waking moment his mind swirled with thoughts of you. whether it was you running away from a classmate, knife in their hand, or if it was you touching yourself in your cottage, trying to stifle your moans. Of course, he wouldn't dare strike up a conversation with you, much less make eye contact—he doesn't want to damage you; damage your optimistic and pure self with his repulsive hedonistic gaze, no matter how parasocial he was for you.

But things were starting to get serious here, people were dying—which he didn't care too much about... Even so, it meant that you were at risk now.

So he resorted to just keeping a safe distance between you two.. Which ended up backfiring in the end.

He wheezed, feet dragging against the hard tile as he just barely missed the door. You turn around, watching the frail man hunch over to catch his breath.

"Nagito? What are you doing here!"

"Haah.. Sorry.. You probably didn't want to be stuck in here with someone like me, did you?" He chuckled in contempt, but all you do is frown at his attempt to cover up his stalking.

"No matter, we can get out of here together then!" you console, hand reaching to rub the small of his back, but once he feels the contact, his body recoils back.

"How kind of you, (your name)."

Your lips quirk up into a smile, and that smile grows even wider once you take in your surroundings.

"An escape room? this is easy!"

You launch yourself forward, examining the room with ease, but you notice Nagito, arms crossed and blending in with shadows in the corner.

"Come help me, Nagito. We'll finish faster that way."

Really? You wanted Nagito, the debauched waste of space to try and assist you? He could hardly believe what you just said, the only thing verifying it was real was the feeling of his heart pumping generous amounts of blood to his dick. Gosh, what a degenerate he was. He wondered, were you thinking that too? Maybe you liked that part of him, the one who's madly in love with the thought of you but blames it on a stupid belief. He finds it hard to believe that you're dumb enough to not know that he's been following you the entire time, and of course, you're not, you've just never been concerned about it. You have enough hope to believe that he'd never do anything to hurt you.

With slight hesitation, he took a step towards you, and you both finished the escape room in no longer than 10 minutes.

Thats when the gun came out.

After watching how Nagito barely made it out alive, a smile quickly spread across your already joyful features.

"Nagito! oh my gosh! You truly are the ultimate lucky student!" Your hands come up to his shoulders, shaking his frame in excitement, "Now we can go see what the ultimate weapon is... And find out who killed nekomaru."

Nagitos face turns a pale red as he feels your fingers digging into the bone of his shoulder, beads of sweat piling at his hairline. It was like he had that despair fever all over again. Nagito could hardly breathe, as if some cursed force was pressing against his stomach—or putting a hex on him to make him feel as lightheaded and nauseas as he did... Based on the stunt he just pulled with the gun, he wouldn't put that idea past.

Nagito hardly processed what was happening before you were dragging him along to the back room, suddenly your soft hand holding his calloused and (now) sweaty one.

As you step foot through the door, a familiar monochrome bear jumps out in front of you.

"Ooh! What are you two getting up to... going back here all alone!?"

"Don't think stuff like that!" Monomi whines.

"Well, we beat the game." You say rather proudly, squeezing nagitos hand—unconsciously or not, he still felt the tingle of your hand clenching around his spread throughout his entire body.

"Nope! Only one of you did!" He laughs, the sound piercing your ears.

"W-What?..." Nagito trips on his tongue.

"Me?" You point at yourself, "So I can't go in here unless I play russian roulette?"

"Jeez... Do I have to explain everything to you people? Yes! Now go on!"

You morosely let your hand drop to your side, and take a step back into the final dead room, but to your surprise, Nagito walked back in with you.

"(Your name), please don't do it! Don't listen to a word monokuma says!" Monomi desperately tries to persuade, but now that Nagito had decided to stay by you, you have all the hope in the world that you'll make it out alive just as he did!

"She's right, you know..." Nagito mutters.

Brushing off your remaining nerves, your hand wraps around the handle of the gun, and you hold it up against your head. Nagitos whole body physically stiffens, and he tries to clear his sudden dry throat.

"What a shame it'd be if the ultimate hope died in a place like this.. someone like me wouldn't be able to carry on your legacy... So let me play the game again in place of you." He babbles, not looking at anyone directly, instead at the ground, as if he were praying.

You reveal a crooked smile, Nagitos head tilting up to look at you.

"Don't worry, Nagito! Just transfer some of your luck to me and it'll be fine!"

His heart drums in his chest rapidly, chest starting to heave for a reason he doesn't understand. He hesitantly drags his feet to close the distance between you two as you expectantly squeeze your eyes shut, forcing tears to prick the corner of your eyes.

"I don't-"

Before he could even finish his sentence, your finger pulled the trigger.

...

You slowly opened your eyes, the ringing in your ears gradually being replaced by monomi's tone deaf screams. You look down to your feet; your shoes are stained with splatters of bright red(or pink).

Am i dead?

was the first thing that you thought, but as your eyes followed the trail of droplets, you find a puddle of the substance around Nagitos foot, soaking into the soles.

To your despair, Nagito had swiftly knocked the gun from your hands, inconveniently shooting himself in the thigh.

Blood sputters almost ecstatically out of the gaping hole in his pants.

Nagitos hands tremble as he falls to the ground, but his eyes never leave yours.

"Nagito! Oh fuck!"

You stumble to Nagito, slipping on his blood along the way. You drop to your knees as your hand hovers over his wound.

"Nagito... What did you do.." You say, breathless.

"Don't worry.. I'm not dying. J-Just got a little hurt." Nagito chokes on his own words, the pain of his open wound aching viciously.

Noticing how the wound is still bleeding, you start to worry that, worst-case-scenario; he'd pass out.

You warily press your palm into his thigh, and the warmth of his blood promptly coats it, sending tingles up your entire arm. Nagito accidentally lets out a hoarse grunt at your actions, his eyebrows twist and his stomach churns with sickness. The sensational heat of your skin mixing with the flesh of his insides causes an ache to spread throughout his entire body. He felt so horribly warm, feverish even, as he felt his brain pound against his skull. But even with that aching, his blood didn't forget to rush straight to his cock either. Why was it now that he felt like a porn addict with such vehemence? Because of you, of course.

His blood was all over you now, feeling it seep through clothes into your pores. How shamelessly immodest this scenario was; you couldn't stop your train of thought when you saw him sprawled out on the ground just beneath you. The pain was distinctly written all over his face, even though he says he's okay, clearly he isn't—which makes you feel charmed in some way... Maybe it's because he took a bullet for you, or maybe it's something else entirely. Nagito was somehow paler than usual, hollowed out almost, like he'd just finish running a marathon. His lips parted slightly to release short lived exhales, and eyes glossed over with a feeling that can't be described besides a fierce lust.

Seeing this expression, even you can hardly contain yourself. Why did he have to look so cute when he felt the opposite? Not like you minded anyways...

Your other hand rises up to wipe a remaining bead of sweat caught on his eyebrow as you hear monomi getting whisked away by monokuma in the background, a subtle "be quiet, youre ruining the moment!" could be heard, but only barely.

"Does it hurt?" You ask sweetly, even though you already know the answer.

your palm presses deeper into the wound, making his spine arch and toes curl.

"Hngh! Y-Yes.. But it's ok.. I wouldn't want t-to inconvenience you."

You lean in closer, and let your tongue lick along his jawline.

"You're not an inconvenience to me, Nagito." You mutter, kissing his skin.

You feel the hairs on his neck rising as you leave a trail of wetness, dragging the flat of your tongue on his neck lower and lower.

Nagito lets out a brittle grunt. The heel of your palm grinds against his thigh as if it were his cock, making the pain quickly overtake his body, almost on par with the throbbing of his ravenous boner.

"Ahah—fffuck, (name)!"

Thats when reality finally hits you.

You recoil back, your bloodied hand leaving his thigh.

"Oh gosh, I'm sorry Nagito! I don't know what I was thinking!" You sputter, a wave of guilt crashing over you.

Nagito's finally snapped out of his trance too...but he feels a little different. Emptier.

All sensation leaves his body as he watches you panic. No more ache, no more feeling of your saliva slick his skin.

"No, no. I'm the one who's sorry... You must've just realized how worthless I am, haven't you?" Tears start to blur his vision, but he can still see the remnants of his blood on your skin, and he reaches for it, bringing your hand up to his face.

"Hmmm~" He whines, "If you let me, I'll prove my worth. Just please, keep touching me."

You could swear your face turned as red as your hand, but before you could process the heat on your face, you felt the heat of Nagito's mouth. His tongue swirling around your middle and pointer fingers.

He laps up the blood fervently and messily, blood coating his chin and cheeks as he gets every crevice of your fingers. His eyes flutter shut to focus on feeling you.

You fear you might be getting ahead of yourself... but you can't help it when you shove your fingers deeper down his throat.

You watch as his eyes fly open and his body squirms. saliva spills out of his mouth, seeping out of the crevices of your fingers as he gags, fingers curling up to tickle his uvula.

Yet he doesn't protest. His body insists that he pulls away, though his brain tells him to stay... But his body seems to have given up rebelling as your eyes flicker down to his lap, his hips jerking up involuntarily.

You pull your slightly pruned fingers out of his mouth, a string of saliva snapping as your hand falls to your side.

Suddenly Monokuma appears in front of you, making you gasp.

"Sorry to intrude on this spicy moment but Nagito needs to be treated immediately!"

Then he leaves with Nagito and you go back to your room😞

But before leaving.. you secretly snatched the gun from off of the floor and pocketed it, ideas swirling through your mind. (PART 2?!?)

HII GUYSSS I CANT BELIEVE WE HAVE OVER 200 FOLLOWERS ALREADYYYYYY im sososososososoosososososooo grateful You goys are awesome ❤️❤️❤️ Your comments really do motivate us! - love, peach!

[peachyaftrdark]

MY HOUSE, MY RULES

in which your masochistic stalker tries to break into your house, but Youre an ex military officer; youre trained on torture.

cw: choking, knife(play?), blood(play?), suggestive content, sub and maso char, femdxm sadist reader, gagging, descriptions of gore, hitting

art credit: @pyanyasha on x

3:00 AM on the dot—the moment your stalker makes his first mistake, walking into your house.

His hand trembled as he reached for the doorknob, the ice cold feel when he turned it made his muscles twitch in excitement. He knew exactly what he was getting into. You think he didn't know what you used to be? It's so frustrating—knowing you could have so much control over him, make him feel such aching, nauseating pain without feeling a drop of remorse. Not everybody can handle doing something like that, not someone as beautiful as you, and that's why he's so desperate.

He drags his feet as he steps onto your wooden floor.

please hear me.. please please please

and then he feels it. a sharp stinging sensation that sends his whole body into a seizure-like state. He falls to the ground, almost foaming at the mouth once he sees your face above him. Then suddenly, his vision goes dark.

Of course you tased him—with a military grade taser sure—but it was all you had on hand! it was self defense!

You had suspected someone was watching you for a while, and with your past, you knew it'd happen sooner or later. But.. who is this guy? He's not buff, in fact quite the opposite. He's the type of guy you'd see at school and think he does nothing but watch porn and jerk off all day, but still somehow attractive.

You drag him down to the basement and tie him up to a chair, classic kidnapper style, like how you'd see it in a movie. Hands behind the chair, and ankles taped to the legs of the chair. ten minutes later.. he finally wakes up with a gasp, his voice trembling as he lets out a whiny exhale. his face is pale as if he were undead, but he quickly regains that color—turns red even, when he looks up to meet your gaze.

"whats your name." you ask, but it doesn't sound like a question..more like a demand

he shuddered in both fear and excitement.

"Hi.." he murmured, his voice was brittle and honeyed. the corner of his lips quirked up into a dreadfully awkward smile.

what a fucking weirdo.

You take slow strides toward him, invading his personal space as you loom over him; a predator hunting its prey. He's loving every moment of this.

"who sent you."

he stared blankly at you for a moment, eyelashes batting in innocence.

"haah..I-I'm not gonna tell you shit!"

he shudders, suddenly he takes on the role of some evil spy.

suspicious

You think, but, he is a man who just broke into your house... better to be safe than sorry, right? So, you grab a pocket knife out of the thin pockets of your pajamas, and flip it open, revealing the sharp blade. With slight hesitation, You gently press the blade to his jawline, gliding it down to his neck.

"Are you sure youre not gonna tell me anything?"

he nods, painfully aware of how the knife pressed to his neck digs deeper into his skin everytime a muscle twitches.

You lean in close to whisper into his ear.

"You know what i could do to you with this knife?" you notice his ears turning beet red, but don't find a means to point it out.

"I could skin you alive until youre a walking scab, make leather out of your skin..." You pull back, his ear now sweaty from the condensation of your breath, and you look at his face—that expression. his eyes were blown wide open, cheeks flushed, sweat dripping down his face, and lips slightly parted; drool threatening to spill out of them. it was unlike anything you've seen before in a torture victim, and it just pushes you further, to see what other expressions he could make. on a whim, You take the knife away from his neck to cut the rope holding his arms hostage. He lets out a shaky exhale and moves his hands from behind the chair to hover over his lap, you watch as he looks at the red marks that cover his wrists, and you swear you could see his mouth curve up into a smile..until he bites his lower lip. You grab one of his hands, and you take note of how his breathing gets heavier and quicker, so much so that his shoulders start to oscillate up and down. You intertwine your fingers with his. His fingers are long and slim.. perfect for—

not right now. focus.

"...or, i could take these pretty hands of yours and saw them off, put em in a little jar so i could use them whenever I want to."

You meet his stare, but it's fleeting, as soon as his eyes meet yours, they suddenly face the ground—as if he were scared his gaze would pierce daggers.

"really.." he gulps, "w-what would you use them for—urk!" he twitches harshly once he feels your blade slice deep into the palm of his hand. He watches you for a moment, but once he feels Your warm tongue contrast his cold hand, his world starts to spin. You lap up the blood, slow, careful licks that forces him to slap his other hand over his mouth. The metallic and salty flavor of his blood infiltrates your mouth, and you feel your eyes start to flutter shut.

this is crazy, why are you enjoying this?!

but his noises were too good to stop. You suck on his cut, trying to get every last drop of blood out of it, forcing a muffled whimper out of him. You can only imagine the face he's making right now. eyes squinted shut so hard that there's tears peeking out of the corners of them, hand covering his mouth, chest heaving, his curly hair stuck to his forehead...as good as it is in your mind, you have to see for yourself. seperating yourself from the makeout session with his palm, you peek over to see him just as you thought, but it's better in person.

He has a giant tent in his pants, one that you surprisingly haven't noticed yet, and he scoots around in his seat to hide how his jeans begin to darken from him leaking.

we all know that seduction is a great method for getting intel out of someone, women have been doing it to men for years...so this isn't that bad.. right?

Your hand finds its way to his again, interlocking fingers, but then Your other hand moves towards his face, grabbing his other hand that's covering his mouth. it's wet and warm from how hard he was breathing into it, but it doesn't matter to you, all you want to do right now is see how far you could push him, until he breaks. You lean in close, your breaths mingling, you can tell how nervous he is. the way his hands squeeze yours, how his breath hitches every time you move. so you step back, and tie his wrists together behind the chair again, it's more fun this way; he can't stop you.

"i'll make a deal with you." you pick the knife up from the floor, "i'll untie these ropes if i can't get you to confess anything within 30 minutes, but if you do, then i guess i'll just have to have my way with you until you wither and die down here." you wave the knife in his face. You see the way his lips press into a thin line, he knows youre getting serious now, and it's exhilarating.

"y-yeah. sure. deal."

The corner of your lips perk up into a smile, "Good boy.." you purr, setting an alarm on your phone before you swiftly lean in, smashing his lips into yours.

MINUTE 1.

Your lips move and mold together as if they were made to. it took no effort to make the kiss sloppy and wet; his piled up saliva instantly poured into your mouth. he suddenly whimpers into your mouth. the slick and warm feeling of your tongue gliding flat against his bottom lip is enough to make him cum right then and there, but he doesn't, instead he parts his lips, letting your tongue slide into his mouth to circle around his. you lick slowly into his mouth before biting hard on his bottom lip, drawing blood and a whine out of him. What he didn't expect, was how Your hands fit perfectly around his neck, and how you squeezed so hard he flinched.

You pull back from the kiss, a string of saliva following you as you watch the rest of it fall down the corner of his lip.

"p-please.." he whimpers, but his voice comes out in cracks, broken.

but what really gets you concerned is how his eyes roll to the back of his head, how he doesn't make an effort to pull Your hands off of him; wiggle around in the chair, or how he lets out a moan when his face turns purple and his eyelids start to flutter shut.

You take your hands off of his neck, he comes back to life with a sharp inhale.

"haah.. do it again miss.. harder." he chuckles, voice whiny and broken.

now this i didn't expect.

"Miss? i'm not an old lady you know." you tease, flicking his forehead

"i'm sorry" he gasps, "what should i call you then?.."

"i'm sure you already know my name."

he does, but not in the way you think

you grab the pocket knife again, and without hesitation, you move to sit onto his lap, straddling him.

"urk! uhm.. i-" his voice cracks, his bulge presses hard against your thigh, catching you both off guard.

"You what?" you look into his eyes—there it is again, it's starting to piss you off, how he refuses to make eye contact. You grab his face and force him to look at you "look at me, or else i'll slice big X's into your eyes, then you won't be able to look at anything anymore." your nails dig into his cheeks.

he clears his throat, but it still cracks. "do it."

MINUTE 10.

Your eyes widen in disbelief, the nerve he has. But besides that, you do plan on cutting him up a little. so you bring the knife up to his face, pressing hard enough to draw blood, and slowly drag down, the slice gapes open to where you can see white, not enough to see fat though, it's perfect. The sting sends shivers through his whole body, the cold smoothness of the knife electrifying him.

blood instantly starts to pool up into the cut, to drip down his face. He chokes on his own gasp when you dive towards his neck. You place open mouthed kisses that follow the trail of his blood spill, licking it up as you go, wet patches forming along his neck. he lets out a strangled sob at your movements, hips grinding against his. blood drops into the crook of your nose; you recognize the metallic flavor as it drips into your mouth, but that doesn't stop you. You suck hard onto his neck, and bite it, working on the singular spot until it turns as purple as his face was earlier.

that's not going away for a while.

"F-Fuck!" he sputters, your name leaves his lips in short gasps. You bring your lips off of his neck with a "pop!", and he takes the opportunity to look at your face, blood dripping from Your nose down to your lips..and you look at his. eyelids heavy and kiss swollen lips parted slightly, the way he looked at you was lewd, and it made your stomach twist with feelings you've never felt before.

"You wanna taste?" you rasped, dragging Your pointer finger and middle finger against his cut. he hisses, a crease forming between his eyebrows as you dig into his cut. but before he could open his eyes, your fingers were already in his mouth. he starts gagging when you forcefully press on his tongue, and you chuckle. he looks like he's struggling, having a hard time not throwing up on your fingers, and you were right on the money. he struggles in the chair, whining and gagging all at once,

"sto-ugh-op" he chokes out, tears well up in his eyes before spilling out onto his face. his nose and eyes start to flush pink, he's crying?

"i'll stop when you tell me who sent you."

"im gonna.." he hiccups, and at that you pull your fingers out of his mouth, you wipe them off on his shirt. You want answers, but you want a stranger to throw up on you even less.

MINUTE 20.

You watch carefully as he sniffles, you assume a few tears slipped out because he was gagging so hard, it's hard to tell with him though. he sits still in his chair now, breathing heavily, drool spills from the corner of his mouth, and his face is stained with tears, blood.

"gosh... Youre a mess." You say, but it was perfect. and you felt that you were getting close to him confessing.

yet after all of this, he still isn't satisfied. not enough choking, not enough cutting, not enough slapping or bruising. he has an insatiable appetite for pain, he's so close, but so far. so he comes up with an idea. if he could just get you mad enough to do something even more extreme, he wouldn't have to go through all this fucking edging. hesitantly, he spits in your face, it landing right in between your brows.

You stand up and stumble backwards, you grip the knife harder, knuckles turning white.

"the fuck?"

You wipe your face with the back of your hand—a disgusting mixture of saliva and blood residue sticking to you. You were so sure he was enjoying this, which pissed you off even more, but now he's acting out? You gotta put him in his place don't you think? suddenly, you lunge towards him, kicking his chair to the ground. he hits the cold concrete with a thud and a groan.

You squat down next to him. he lies on his side, looking up at you as if you were a god, almost drooling at your natural scent, lip bleeding.

"stop looking at me like that!" you grab him by the hair, his scalp turning red at the force of your grip. he holds back a smile.

BANG!

You slam his head against the floor, his whole body shakes as he lets out a choked sob.

"what is it? are you still having fun?" You hiss

his vision is blurry now, yet, you look like an angel amidst the pain.

harder

he wants to say, but he can't get his mouth to move, too caught up in his own sick aphrodisiac.

BANG!

again.

BANG!

and again,

BANG!

and again.

"haah..." he moans, blood drips down his forehead, and his hips jerk against nothing. He relishes in the dirty, physical degradation, fuck. he's on the verge of cumming right there. the world spins and he feels his eyes roll to the back of his head.

You whip your head around, and see the bulge in his pants, bigger than ever. finally, you have a good idea. You sit on the ground next to the bleeding man, and lean towards his crotch, tracing his print. he twitches aggressively, waking up from his trance, he's scared now.

"what—"

"this is your problem isn't it? if you tell me everything you know.. maybe i'll put it in my mouth?" You tease. suddenly he can't breathe, stuck between blowing his cover and getting a blowjob from the love of his life.

5.

"I..."

4.

You thumb the clothed tip, precum coating your finger.

3.

He lets out a choked sob, body trembling violently.

2.

"cmon.."

1.

"Fuck.."

0.

the alarm you set on your phone buzzes, echoing your ringtone. You stand up and turn it off.

keeping your word, You bring the chair upright again, and untie the ropes.

"Get out of here."

a/n: hi guys yes there will be a part two ( <- click on "part 2"!!) i'm not done with this loser 🥹✌️ also i'm not that Good at smut so forgive My mistakes lell

PSA: this is a work of fiction. pls do not attempt to do anything mentioned unless both parties consent and are mentally stable, consent is very attractive. and yall if You suspect someone is stalking You please call the police or tell someone You trust life is not a fanfic unfortunately 😅 stay safe - peach <3

[peachyaftrdark]

RAW

Edging your boyfriend for so long that it hurts.

cw: sadist reader, edging, kinda dacryphilia, char is NOT A MASOCHIST, begging

art credits: @pyanyasha on x

"haah.." he pants, sweat dripping down his bare body.

his pants rest around his ankles as a slight restraint, and wrists tied together behind his back. youre fully clothed under him (even though your shirt and pants are basically see-through now from his sweat.). They stick uncomfortably to your skin, you try to wiggle around to free yourself, just for the wettness to drench another part of skin; you shiver from the coldness.

When he said he'd do anything for you, he didn't know you'd take it so far. It's been 3 hours into you edging him now, and he's starting to go crazy—but he quickly loses himself in your touch again when you whisper sweet nothings into his ear, licking the shell of it to earn another moan out of him.

"baby.. come o-on.. please!.." he whines.

he turns his head to kiss you but you lean back. You can't help but giggle at his attempts to try and please you even while his hips jerk up into your unforgiving hand. He's trained so well.

"Youre so mean—hng!"

He keels over as you press your thumb into his tip, precum gushes out of the slit in an instant, and you swear you could hear him sob.

"t-that hurts.. (your name), please.." he sputters and writhes under your grasp, but his hips don't hesitate to move desperately now. he's so fucking embarrassed at the mess he's made already, and he hasn't came once. his pink tip puffy and glistening with his essence.

"You can take the pain.." Your lips quirk up into a devilish smirk; which he can imagine is plastered on your face based on your honeyed tone, but he has trouble looking at you, as his body involuntarily coils up.

He chokes on his own gasp of relief when you remove your thumb from his aching tip, he's eternally grateful, even if his mind is too fogged up to tell you. he lays his head back to rest against your chest, eyebrows knitting together, and lip trembling. his chest heaves with growing intensity each time your hand pumps his base; you can tell he's getting close now, so of course, you slide your hand off of it.

He cries out furiously, causing you to flinch, but you can't help the smile that forms when he tries to babble pet names and pleads. even though it's useless since they're shadowed by his rasped and feverish breaths, you appreciate the effort. His face contorts into a pathetic expression, and he looks up at you—seemingly unaware of how his hips keep bucking up into nothing.

this is the hottest thing i've ever seen

You reach out to wipe a tear threatening to spill out of his lower eyelid, while your other hand uses the blanket to dry off his cock. Then you finally lean in to kiss him, pressing your lips against his. his eyes flutter shut when you lick into his mouth, and allow his tongue to mingle with yours. you slowly close your lips around his tongue to suck on the wet muscle, bobbing your head as if it was his dick. Your hand creeps towards his unknowing cock, and You gently run your nails up and down the shaft. Causing him to shiver from such a small gesture makes you giggle into your boyfriend's mouth proudly.

you swallow his moans as you wrap your hand around his dry manhood, spine instantaneously arching. You pull away from the kiss when you pump him faster, the friction of your dry hand and his dry shaft rubbing against each other not slowing your movements down one bit. Not even when his eyes gloss over, when his nostrils flare, or even when he yelps in pain. You quickly feel the heat building in your core as he thrashes around, trying to escape the overwhelming feelings of arousal and pain youre inflicting on him.

"stop! stop, (your name)! it—Fuck!" he wails, panting shakily.

but his cries only spur You on. You lean in to nip and lick at his neck as he sobs in agony. tears start to dribble out of his eyes, contrasting the way he keeps bucking into your hand.

"it hurts! it hu-hurts!" a guttural cry tears out of his throat as you feel wetness suddenly drench your hand. salty liquid drips onto your tongue; it seems his tears made it down to his neck already, but it's hard to focus on giving him a hickey when he keeps seizing. You slow your movements down and lift your head up to look at the mess he's made.

Fuck..

drool trickles down the corner of his mouth, eyes blood shot red and skin stained from tears, hair drenched and stuck to his forehead, flushed cheeks, nose dripping with a disgusting mixture of sweat and snot, and chest heaving with quick and recovering breaths. Your eyes trail down to where your hand lies, holding the base of his raw, red, skinned cock. Shit. the wetness wasn't his cum, it was from serous drainage. (the clear/yellow liquid that comes out of a cut/injury). his peeled skin resigns under your fingernails, and he disorientedly looks at you, eyelids heavy. he mutters something, but youre too focused on his beautiful expression to listen, lapping up the drool that spills from his kiss-bruised lips. He whimpers at your soothing touch when you plant wet kisses on his forehead.

"hu...hurts..." his eyelids flutter closed. you worry that he's gonna faint, but he just seems exhausted for now.

"i know, let me take care of you." your hand trails along his chest, finding one of his nipples and rolling it between your fingers.

he can feel his balls aching for release, and his dick throbbing in anguish, nausea churns in his stomach at the thought of you touching it again. it hurts. so so so badly.

"No, no, please! please please please!" he hiccups.

"but don't you want to feel good? You dont wanna feel my cunt around you?" you taunt him.

"No—yes! i, i do!" he whips his head around to kiss your neck, trying to encourage you to fuck him.

You shamelessly laugh at his efforts, making his eyes gloss over once again.

the end ☺️

thank yew for reading!!! this was fun to writeeee like i literally wrote this in one day dawg 😭 - peach!

[peachyaftrdark]

LOLL I can't believe You guys like this little oneshot so much i reread it and this shit is POOP😭😭.. love yall so much for the appreciation tho! more fics on the wayyyyyyy- peach

[despair-fragments]

your works are so good.... 👀

thinking about ... afab!reader asking nagito to help them test a new lipgloss they recently got, leading to reader straddling nagito and pressing kisses all over his face and he lowkey gets hard ...

i just think nagito gets hard easily with any sort of attention....

⋆˙⟡.ೃ࿔⋆ so true anon i love imagining flustering him with attention and praise ESPECIALLY when he gets a boner from it. My favorite sprite of his is that drooling self-hug hope one

WARNINGS: dom!reader AFAB!reader

↳ REQUESTS OPEN

gender neutral reader

The small plastic tube felt cool against your palm, a shimmering contrast to the nervous heat radiating from your skin. You’d bought the gloss on a whim—something sweet, high-shine, and supposedly "long-lasting"—but standing in the middle of Nagito’s room, the excuse felt flimsy.

Nagito was perched on the edge of his bed, a book resting forgotten in his lap. He looked up at you with those clouded, grey-green eyes, a soft, self-deprecating smile already tugging at his lips. "You want my help...with makeup? Surely someone as unremarkable as me is the worst possible canvas for something so lovely."

"I just want to see if it actually stays on," you murmured, stepping between his knees. "The label says it’s smudge-proof. I figured you wouldn't mind being the test subject."

He let out a breathless little laugh, his hands hovering uncertainly near your waist but never quite touching.

"Anything for you. Though I suspect your luck is simply being wasted on a piece of trash like me."

You didn't give him a chance to spiral into his usual rhythm. You twisted the cap, the scent of vanilla and sugar filling the small space between you. Carefully, you swiped the applicator across your bottom lip, then the top, before pressing them together. It was thick, glassy, and felt like an invitation.

Instead of backing away, you hooked a thumb under his chin and climbed into his lap. Nagito made a sharp, hitching sound in the back of his throat as your weight settled over his thighs, your knees pinning his hips to the mattress. His book slid to the floor with a dull thud.

"I need to be thorough," you whispered, your voice dropping an octave.

You didn't go for his lips first. You started at his temple, pressing a firm, lingering kiss against the pale skin. Then his cheekbone. Then the bridge of his nose. With every contact, you could feel him shudder beneath you. His hands finally found purchase, gripping your hips with a sudden, desperate strength that belied his frail appearance.

"Does it feel...sticky?" you asked against his jaw, before trailing a line of shimmering kisses to the corner of his mouth.

"I can't...I can't focus on the texture," Nagito rasped. His head fell back, exposing the long, pale line of his throat. You took the opening, peppering his neck with gloss-slicked marks, marking him in a way that made his breath come in short, ragged stutters.

As you moved back up to his face, your hips shifted instinctively against his. That’s when you felt it—the unmistakable, rigid heat blooming against your center. Nagito’s eyes snapped open, wide and glazed with a mixture of shock and profound shame. His fingers dug into the fabric of your clothes, his knuckles white.

"Ah, how pathetic," he choked out, his voice cracking. "To have such a...such a base reaction to something so kind. I really am the worst, aren't I? To be affected like this just because you're..."

You cut him off by capturing his lips with yours, finally delivering the killing blow to his composure. The kiss was messy and deep, the sugary gloss acting as a slick lubricant between your mouths. He tasted like desperation. As you ground your weight down against the rising tension in his slacks, a low, guttural moan escaped him—a sound far too raw for someone who claimed to be nothing.

He wasn't fighting it anymore. His hips gave a small, involuntary jerk upward, seeking the pressure of your body, even as he trembled under the sheer intensity of being wanted. The lipgloss might have been smudge-proof, but by the time you pulled back, Nagito’s face was a map of shimmering, frantic devotion, and he was completely at your mercy.