──── i write a lot of taboo/dark content, but i'll tag everything thoroughly and keep the actual content under the cut so they are easy to avoid. don't like, don't read!
switch!reader, with mostly afab anatomy. i'll try my best with gender neutral/amab terms if requested but it's not my strongest suit at the moment.
i mostly write for kny, blue lock, league of legends and gachiakuta, but my horizons are pretty broad. i'll write almost any fandom/media as long as i've consumed it (read rules before anything though!)
♱ MY DOLLS ! ᥫ᭡
──── gyutaro shabana ... naoya zen'in ... takuma ino ... michael kaiser ... michizo tachihara ... nnoitra gilga ... roronoa zoro ... khada jhin ... lukai hwei ... enjin ... jabber wonger ... zodyl typhon ... nagisa ran ... nozomi madoka ... koga oogami ... norton campbell ... alva lorenz
incel boyfriend!gyutaro won't go down on you... tengen teaches him a lesson ⋆ 𐙚 ̊.
cw: smut, misogyny, incel behaviour, tengen isn't missing any limb, reader is described to have "plump thighs", modern au, multiple partners/threesome dynamics, tengen is most likely ooc...sorry, voyeurism/being watched during sex, oral sex (fem!receiving), masturbation, mention of y/n (just once)
an: this is purely self indulgent, i wanna bounce on both of em at the same time ngl. not proofread! word count : 3k
✧˚ · . 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 stares at 𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 like he’s just confessed to kicking puppies for fun. His brows shoot up, eyes blown wide with disbelief.
“Seriously? You’ve never…” he trails off, lifting two fingers to his mouth in a ‘v’ shape and flicking his tongue. “Not even once?”
Gyutaro’s jaw tightens. He flicks ash from the end of his cigarette, eyes fixed stubbornly on the well-used ashtray. “Drop it, Uzui.”
Your gaze stays fixed on your plate as you sit in between them, nudging your food around even though you’re not hungry anymore, your stomach churning in humiliation. Heat crawls up your neck, settling thick and uncomfortable in your cheeks.
You’ve long since made peace with the fact that going down on you is a line that Gyutaro simply isn't going to cross. Considering he spent years marinating in the most misogynistic corners of the internet before you somehow managed to shape him into becoming a functioning boyfriend… well, it tracks. But still, you’d hoped he wouldn't go around telling his friends about it. It’s one thing for the boundary to exist between the two of you, but it's another for it to become public knowledge.
And to make things worse – of course the person who had to hear about it was Tengen.
Tengen Uzui, who’s probably the loudest, most unapologetically women-worshipping guy you’ve ever met. Considering the guy has three girlfriends and talks about each of them like they hung the moon, it was obvious Gyutaro’s little declaration was never going to just sit there quietly and be swept under the rug.
“No, no— hold on.” Tengen cuts in, leaning back in his chair now, studying his friend curiously. “There's no way a guy with a jaw-dropping girlfriend like [y/n] isn’t interested in eating her out.” he says, pointing at you casually.
You shift uncomfortably under his gaze, cheeks heating up even more if that's even possible.
“Yeah well," Gyutaro scoffs. “I'm not into that shit. It’s fuckin’ weird, okay? It's nasty. Whole thing's degrading as hell.” he grumbles, turning his face away as he takes a long drag of his cigarette and exhales a long breath. “Don’t look at me like that. She knows. We’ve talked about it.” he says.
The words come out meaner than he probably intends. You tense, fingers curling slightly around your fork, your eyes tearing up before you can stop it. Tengen goes still, and you wish the ground would just swallow you whole.
"…nasty and degrading." he echoes flatly. He leans forward again, brows pulling together like he genuinely can’t decide if Gyutaro’s fucking with him or just painfully stupid. “...Does she go down on you?”
Gyutaro scoffs like it’s the dumbest question he’s ever heard.
“'Course she does. She’s a girl, ain’t she?” his mouth twists into a crooked smirk. “She loves it.”
The silence that followed was like a slap in the face.
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You were only half surprised when Tengen insisted on walking the two of you back to your dorms afterwards, still lecturing Gyutaro the entire way about the so-called 'benefits of eating pussy'.
And when he invited himself inside, announcing he was going to 'educate' him properly, you didn’t even bother objecting.
Within the next twenty minutes you were spread open on your bed with Tengen on his knees - his face deep between your thighs while your very own boyfriend watched from the sidelines.
“Fuck, look at you.” Tengen mutters, breath warm against your pussy as he comes up for air. His hands slide down to grip the backs of your thighs, pushing your knees up and out, opening you wider. "You've been starving for it, haven't you?" he purrs, staring shamelessly before diving in again - his tongue dragging from your entrance to the swollen nub of your clit.
“Tengen!” you whine, part begging, part scolding him.
“Mhmm,” he hums, a low vibrating sound that makes your eyes roll so far back you forget your own name. “I know, baby. Such a shame your boyfriend's missing out on this perfect little pussy, huh? Not a fucking clue how good you taste.”
He redoubles his efforts, feeling the way your body tenses and tightens with each stroke of his tongue, his fingers digging into the soft skin pulling you harder against his mouth. he groans like he’s tasting heaven, mouthing at you sloppily and sucking your clit between his lips until your hips twitch off the bed.
He's clearly trying to get a reaction out of Gyutaro.
Gyutaro, whose pants are becoming awfully tight by the minute.
He's trying so hard to act like he doesn't care, like Tengen's doing both you and him a favor, but fuck. From this perspective, with the filthy slurps and sucks coming from him as he feasts on your pussy like a starving animal… The thought of burying his face between your thighs really doesn't sound so fucking bad.
He watches, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as Tengen leans back just long enough to spit, a thin line of saliva stretching from his lips to your pussy before he smears it in with a broad sweep of his tongue. Your thighs are visibly trembling around his neck as he starts tongue-fucking you, the obscene squelch of spit and slick filling the room.
“Ahh—f-fuck yes!” you cry out, hands scrabbling uselessly at the sheets as your back arches off the mattress, every nerve ending on fire. Your head thrashes onto the pillow, skin burning hot knowing Gyutaro is watching.
“...See something you like?" Tengen taunts, unbearably smug as he turns his head just enough to catch Gyutaro in his peripheral. His thumb remplaces his mouth for a second, slow at first then more insistent, each swipe dragging a breathless, whiny sound out of you. “She's fucking dripping, man. You're missing out." he ducks back down, holding your gaze as he latches onto your clit and sucks greedily. You can't help but gasp, hips twitching into his touch as your clit throbs under his ministrations.
Gyutaro shoots him a glare, taking a longer drag of his cigarette - or what’s left of it. He can't tear his eyes away from your pussy though, his free hand having dropped to his lap to adjust himself, palming and squeezing the bulge that's now pressing insistently against the front of his pants.
Tengen smirks knowingly, continuing his assault on your poor neglected clit while your plump thighs try to clamp around his head. His arms flex as he pushes them back and apart, opening you up for him completely while his thumbs stroke soft circles into the trembling skin just inside. "Fuck, you taste incredible." he groans, eyes half-lidded as he spits again, slicking you some more. He seals his mouth back over your clit, lips and tongue continuing to work overtime between your thighs until you gasp and fist the sheets. "A pussy this sweet should be worshipped every goddamn day." he groans appreciatively between licks. "...Think I could fuck her?” he asks, smirk widening into that stupidly handsome grin he was born with.
He doesn't actually plan on fucking you, of course. He's not trying to steal you from Gyutaro or claim you for himself, he's not that cruel.
No, what he is trying to do is make him snap out of it and finally fucking claim the girl he’s been neglecting out of ignorance and all that incel-poisoned bullshit rattling around in his brain.
The praise works wonders on you though, your pussy visibly fluttering and clenching around nothing. Your hands fly up to cover your face, utterly embarrassed and overwhelmed. Tengen just laughs in response then he's back between your thighs, head shaking side to side as he sucks, savoring every bit of you with obscene groans that vibrate against your pussy. His eyes flick up, watching every twitch on your face as he does.
"F-fuck, Tengen, I— ngh, ohmygod wait, s-slow down—" your whole body jerks. You clutch at his hair, finally feeling bold enough to do so, your hips bucking and writhing against his eager mouth to chase the building pleasure. "please— please, yes—!don’t stop, hah! oh god—”
Gyutaro’s chest heaves, a mixture of jealousy, anger and hunger swirling in his chest. The kind of mixed feelings that come from watching another man worship the pussy he’s been too afraid to touch while you melt, trembling and moaning at finally being given what you’ve begged him for again and again without results.
He inhales sharply, dragging the last hit from his cigarette until the filter almost burns. He exhales the smoke, flicks the butt aside and stands so fast the chair scrapes loudly against the floor.
"Move over. C’mon. Back the fuck off.”
Tengen lifts his head, lips shiny with your slick, looking up at Gyutaro with a slow grin — satisfied and absolutely smug.
“That’s more like it." Then he turns to you.
Your legs are trembling. You're dripping like a fucking faucet, cunt positively weeping with the intensity of your need. Your chest is rising in fast, shallow bursts, already panting and whining from the frustration left by the loss of Tengen's mouth.
But holy shit.
Your boyfriend, your supposedly disgusted, terrified-of-pussy boyfriend is actually about to put his mouth on you...?
Fuck.
The look on your face causes Tengen to chuckle, and he gives your folds a parting lick before looking back up at Gyutaro, who’s watching all of this with blown pupils and a twitch in his jaw. “She’s all yours.” Tengen says casually, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while he stands.
Gyutaro shoves his shoulder with more force than necessary before kneeling down, yanking your thighs open. He looks at your pussy, pink and swollen from Tengen's assault - and he spits. Whether it's to show disgust or mark his territory, you're not sure. The heat of it alone makes your back arch though, a soft, broken whine spilling out of you.
Tengen settles on the edge of the bed beside your head, the mattress dipping under his weight. His hand slides between your thighs, fingers sure and practiced as he places a steadying thumb right at the top of your clit, lifting the hood just enough to bare the swollen bundle of nerves underneath.
“This,” he says calmly, “is what drives your girl crazy.” his thumb stays where it is, keeping your clit perfectly exposed for him.
Gyutaro glares, his jaw tightening. “I know what a clit is.”
“Do you?” Tengen counters. “Because knowing it exists and knowing what to do with it are two very different things.”
“I’m not a fucking idiot. I've touched it. Just..." he fights off a grimace. "not with my mouth."
Tengen clicks his tongue.
“You’ve denied your girl pleasure because a bunch of braindead incels online told you her genitalia was nasty. And now you're grimacing in front of it. Respectfully, you're a fucking idiot.”
Your eyes flicker between the two of them, a soft, frustrated whine escaping your lips as you cover your face with both hands. Noticing your squirming, Tengen slowly starts circling his thumb and your back arches off the mattress in response, followed by a broken moan.
Gyutaro shoots him another glare but the moment his gaze lowers back to you, it’s gone.
His tongue comes out tentatively - just a quick, hesitant flick that's so different from Tengen's confident, practiced exploration. Your body's response is immediate, a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob catching in your throat while your hips give a little twitch. Gyutaro swallows, flush rising on his neck and chest as his tongue dips again, a little too fast, pressing deeper, exploring awkwardly as Tengen’s words sink in.
“Slower.” Tengen interrupts again, thumb still holding your clit perfectly exposed. “Flat tongue. Start from the bottom then all the way up to her clit—yeah, like that. That’s it. Theeere it is.”
Gyutaro follows the instructions, flattening his tongue, dragging it up in one long, trembling sweep and your hips give another little jerk of approval, chasing his touch.
“Ngh— hah, fuck, yes…”
Tengen laughs, finally withdrawing.
“See? You're doing it. I knew that stupid caveman brain of yours just needed a jumpstart. Not so nasty now, is it?”
Gyutaro doesn’t argue. He can’t, not when his tongue is already sliding over you again, slower and more deliberate this time, trying to figure out what the hell he’s tasting, what makes you moan, what makes your thighs shake the way they did with Tengen.
He tries circling his tongue around your clit and God, that does something to you.
His fingers dig into your thighs as he dives in again, this time with more confidence, a pathetic moan slipping when your hands tangle in his hair and tug at the strands. He nuzzles deeper, breathing hot and heavy as he shoves his face into you, nose brushing your mound as he flattens his tongue and drags it upward. He groans, an involuntary sound that vibrates straight through your clit - his hips staring to rut against the bed, suddenly desperate for friction.
Eventually, his hands slide from your thighs to hook under them and grab your hips, fingers digging into the soft skin pulling you harder against his mouth. He can feel your muscles clenching, the way your stomach tenses and tightens with each stroke of his tongue, each suckle of his lips, the sounds you make spurring him on.
Off to the side, Tengen sits where Gyutaro had been just moments before, smug as hell - ignoring the raging boner straining in his pants.
“She’s close. You keep doing that and she’ll come so hard it'll make you never want to come up for air again.”
He's right. You’re shaking so hard your toes curl, so hard you’re gripping his hair like it’s the only thing anchoring you to the bed. And as much as Gyutaro hates to admit it...there's nothing remotely nasty about what's happening right now. Every warning he’d ever stumbled across online, every Reddit thread claiming women "taste bad" or "smell awful" down there is already long forgotten.
So he doubles down, tongue pressing, circling, sucking, moaning, trying to make up for every year he wasted thinking eating pussy was gross. He sucks at your clit, tongue flicking in short bursts trying to mimic what he saw Tengen do - and it works. Gyutaro swears he can feel your heartbeat pulsing against his tongue.
"Fuck! Fuck, baby, right there—” you gasp, your words tumbling over each other as your fingers curl tighter in his hair. “you're doing s-so good— yes! stay, stay right there, rightthererightthererightthere—!” your hips buck up to meet his tongue, breath coming in short, desperate pants. “Don’t stop, don't stop, you’re doing so f-fucking good— I love you, i'm so close— fuck, I love you—!”
You feel it coiling low in your belly, the familiar, burning warmth that Gyutaro has only brought to you with his cock so far. You can feel his breathing growing heavier, feel his hips humping into the mattress as he moans into you. His hands roam over your thighs, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, tears pricking at your eyes from the overwhelming intensity of it all.
He's found his rhythm now, shameless moans slipping from his lips and sending the most delicious vibrations up your spine. Your juices are coating his face, dripping down his chin and he doesn't seem to care about the mess. If anything, it seems to fuel him.
Meanwhile Tengen finally gives in and unzips his pants with a groan, his eyes never leaving the sight in front of him as he wraps a hand around his rock-hard cock, thumb brushing over the head as he strokes himself. He tips his head back with a breathy, almost delighted laugh, and he mumbles something under his breath that you don't quite catch. You’re suddenly hyperaware of everything - the wet glide of Gyutaro’s mouth, the way his fingers dig into your thighs, the quiet, broken sounds Tengen can’t seem to stop making as he watches you unravel.
Fuck... You'll have to thank him for that later.
When your orgasm hits, your thighs lock tight around Gyutaro’s head - hips arching off the bed as a cry tears from your throat. Your fingers yank at his hair so carelessy it’s probably painful by now, but Gyutaro just groans into you, tongue still working, prolonging every twitch and flutter.
It's only when your legs start trembling from overstimulation, hands pushing weakly at his shoulders that he finally lifts his mouth from you with a reluctant exhale.
And when he stands, when he shoves his pants and boxers down his thighs to free his throbbing cock and line himself up with you despite Tengen still watching — you let him, body humming and pliant beneath his touch, still floating on that endorphin high and somehow twice as madly in love with every stupid, endearing inch of him.
++ I’m really sorry for the lack of fics. I’ve been dealing with some pretty intense writer’s block and brain fog, and it’s made writing feel almost impossible these past few months. this one’s been sitting in my drafts for a while and I did finally manage to finish it, but writing it has truly been a struggle. also i kept postponing it bc i was never happy with the dialogue, and i also am not very used to writing for tengen yet, which is why he's most likely very ooc. i’m really sorry about that :( I’m going to try my best to finish some drafts and post more in the coming weeks <3
you never expected him to be interested in matters of the carnal much at all. far too focused on his plans, whatever inner monologue he had going on, of pure survival and revenge and ultimately of a much more important nature, you supposed.
oh, and what a wonderful surprise it was to watch him drop to his knees between your legs for the first time, his tongue teasingly, excruciatingly slow as it laved over your folds in a manner you would soon delude yourself was not far from reverent. it became a habit, in due time. you learned he took his time with you; never loud in his own pleasure yet you could always tell he got off just by pleasing you... you assumed it was the simple action of being able to do so, with the way his dark eyes map out every micro-expression with cataloguing intent.
he was mean though, oh he was so mean as he brought you to the precipice of your orgasm with his fingers and tongue time and time again, your hips forced down by the hand that wasn't busy with hitting your deepest parts with a focused precision and the sounds of your slick arousal meeting and mingling with his saliva lewd and honestly quite embarrassing- were you not in such a fucked-dumb state.
he likes seeing you like this. soft, pliable, for him and him alone as if this truly is some ritual, some sort of worship that he cannot (read: refuses to) go without. your body is always trembling when he finally and so graciously offers you the stimulation you need to finally cum, messy and all sorts of depraved, pleasure ripped out of you with a whine that would have been much too loud had he not learned to release your hips and muffle your cries with his fingers.
he'd never ask for anything in return. chalks it up to seeing his own pleasure as "inconsequential," or whatever bullshit he'll come up with (he always does). you don't push. he's grateful he doesn't have to explain what you already know. that he's finished far before you have, spilling into his hand or on his stomach with a shudder and a barely-audible groan before you've even gotten close.
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okay sorry this is kinda ooc as FUCKKK but i am thinking with my clit right now my apologies...
ughghh offering to do your laundry whenever he does his to "save you the trouble" and you think he's just the sweetest boy ever, meanwhile every time he does it he spends a full hour with your used panties in his mouth to muffle himself and his hand wrapped tightly around his cock :(
sometimes when you're out on a mission or just out for fun he's got his face buried in your sheets while he's rutting against your pillow like a dog, he can't help it when you smell so, so good :( it gets to the point where you can't even sit near him anymore without him popping a semi :( how cute :(
walking past your bathroom when you're in the shower with the hopes of maybe getting to hear you touch yourself, but he'd never admit that! no, no! he was just coming to find you about some move you'd done during training that had him interested :( he promises it's nothing weird :(
he's always so embarrassed by it too, as if he doesn't want you to ever find out how deep his little crush on you goes! not that you weren't aware of most of his feelings for you; he's basically an open book! but this is something he'll take to the grave... if you don't find out about it on your own somehow.
synopsis; jabber x reader whereas he keeps you around after your death
tags; dissection, gore-content, dead reader
a/n; smth I keep disappearing… it's just I'm on that ao3 grind you feel me? OH AND MY FLIPPING TEXT COLORIZER WON’T WORK! so now I’m posting like this… uncoloured… ugh.
cw; 773
please, enjoy
Adjusting the way he sat on the sofa, leaning into the cushions; Jabber held a comfortable grip around you.
An arm coiled around your middle, fingers shamelessly going under your shirt. His body was warm against yours, but in no way was it heating you up.
Similar to the times in the cold, harsh winter whenever the temperature dropped too low and Jabber would cup his hands over yours in an attempt to keep your blood circulation going (teasing you while he did it). Being so close to you, in this state, has completely killed his sense of smell.
Bad smell has made it familiar with Jabber. He had to be familiar with it, every Groundling had to be, cause of the trash storms and toxic rainfall that came and went throughout the years.
Another smell one had to be familiar with was the scent of death. The smell of flesh rotting and collecting flies as if it was a beacon in the darkness. Jabber didn’t mind yours as his breath hummed against your lifeless body, cuddling you like a lovesick partner.
“—and then on my way back here, I saw this sign of someone’s jeep say something like “no hymen, no diamond,” which had me stop in the middle of the crowd. But can you even blame me? That’s a craaazy sign to casually hang on your jeep!” Jabber rambled, chuckling into you.
If he could listen intently, maybe all that came out of you was a death rattle, or gas bubbling in your lungs. Who knows, he’d had to cut you open for that.
“…”
Now that didn’t sound bad at all.
The Raider shook his head, patting your head. Nono, he couldn’t get himself worked up like that. You didn’t respond, not that he particularly cared. Jabber knew you so well by heart that you’d have a visceral reaction to his thought and tell him no.
“Plus, what even is that saying? Is dat something people say nowadays?” Jabber slung a leg over the sofa’s structure, leaving it dangling over the back—but the thought of dissection (dissecting you) wouldn’t leave his mind. By the way the support of his leg left, you leaned more into him, stiff in your movement.
“Hey…” he spoke up after minutes of silence. “Would ya be mad if I cut you open, baby?”
Once again, you didn’t respond.
A sick, wide grin stretched his lips from ear to ear, and Jabber stood up from the sofa, taking you with him in his arms. “I bet you’ll look real cute all bloodied up, hmm?” Jabber exclaimed with a breathy tone, biting his bottom lip at the scenario that’ll play out in the next five minutes.
He set you on a table and put his hands out, letting his hands engulf in a captivating pink glow, crackling apart to reveal Mankira.
“Would you let Mankira cut you open like this?” Jabber moaned, cheeks red. “Heeeeeey, [Naaaaameee]. Would’ya let me hold your heart?”
Your eyes were slightly ajar with dry eyeballs, your cheeks sunken in, skin impossibly cold. Your chest never raised and your empty gaze never locked with his dilated pupils staring into yours, asking for consent that will never be granted.
In some portion in his mind, Jabber has convinced himself fully that you’d let him do this to you even alive.
“Oh… [Name],” Jabber sighed, bringing Mankira’s talons to your cheek in a gentle scratch. “You really are just like me.”
In the floor-length broken mirror with shards missing from its frame, Jabber held up your bloody organ in his palm, in awe as he studied the veins and structure of your heart. The rest of you were astonishing, but nothing else in the world beats holding the love of your life’s bloody heart in your hand, knowing you were the centre of it.
Jabber smiled, actually smiled, and held it up by both of his hands, careful so that Mankira doesn’t pierce it. The light in the ceiling exposed his gory hands, but also your insides. The smooth glide your lungs had, the density of your muscles, your bare torso – all for him to study, touch, let his hands trace all over so he’d never forget you.
Bringing your dead heart to his face, Jabber pressed a feather light kiss to your bundle branches between your left and right atria. Blood coated his lips as he then hugged it, aligning your non beating heart with his fast-beating one, erratic as it pounded against his lungs.
Jabber’s head tilted back, letting out a guttural sigh. He has never felt so in love before.
Nagi Seishiro can be such a pillow princess. When he's all sleepy after soccer practice, he's too lazy to lift a finger - even to get himself off.
He'll be lazily humping himself against your leg, curled into your side, propped up on his elbow as he plays one of his mobile shooter games on his phone. His tongue is poking out in concentration, and every now and then he'll let out soft little noises when you shift and your thigh moves against him.
You won’t be paying him much attention, engrossed in your own phone, as this is pretty normal behavior from him after a long day.
After a particularly strong roll of his hips and a frustrated little whine leaving his mouth, you’ll giggle, glancing up at him from your phone.
“Sei, do you wanna have sex?”
Nagi will bite his lip softly, before shaking his head almost imperceptibly, eyes not leaving his game. “Nnh...Sounds like a lot of work. M’too tired today…”
You laugh again, resting your hand atop his head and scratching lightly at his scalp through his soft, white hair, making his eyes flutter a bit.
“Okay, hun. Just askin’ ‘cause you’ve been rubbing your dick against me for a half hour now.”
Nagi whines, pressing against you a little harder.
“Y-Yeah, cause m’hard…”
“I can feel that,” you tease him. “Do you wanna do anything about it?”
Nagi will whine again, as if exasperated by his own body’s needs and their insistence upon tearing him away from the blissful act of bedrotting with you. He looks up at you with his big, grey eyes, and that sleepy little pout on his face that renders you unable to say no to him.
“Can you do it?” he blinks at you hopefully, then adds a soft “please?”
Of course you give in. How are you supposed to resist him?
Nagi will whine again when you ask him to lift his hips for you, huffing as he reluctantly does so.
“Oh, I know, such an inconvenience,” you tease him as you pull his shorts down his hips, freeing his hard cock, which smacks against his tummy. “Did I bother my sleepy little princess by asking him to move a muscle? My poor baby,” you pout at him sarcastically, and you maybe would’ve missed the way he bites into his bottom lip and whimpers softly at your words, if it weren’t for his cock noticeably jumping at the same time.
“Does that turn you on?” You raise an eyebrow at him as you wrap a hand around his aching cock, and Nagi lets out a long breath, jaw falling open in a moan as his phone falls from his hands. “You like when I baby you? When I tease you for being my spoiled little princess? Huh?”
Nagi nods, throwing himself over you like a koala, his right leg wrapped over your tummy, his hips pressing against yours in a way that effectively renders your hand unable to move. You chuckle again at his antics, struggling to pull your hand out from between you, making him whine as he rolls his hips into you. It's times like this when you're reminded that your boyfriend is 6'3", well-built, and not easy to manhandle, despite his behavior.
“Shiro, baby, y'can't just slump on me like this. I can’t even move my hand."
At least you expected the dramatic whine he lets out this time. You can read his mind – so much work – as he lifts his hips a bit and tilts them to the right, leaving his aching cock poking out between both of your tummies.
So cute, you think, as you wrap your hand back around it. “Theeere you go,” you murmur to him, watching as his eyes roll back. Nagi moans, softly rocking himself into your hand as he cozies up to you, nuzzling his head into your neck.
“Jus’ wanted to cuddle while we do it,” he whispers against your ear, and your heart clenches at how adorable he is.
“I know, baby. Does it feel good?”
He nods into your neck, his voice coming out soft and shaky when he answers. "Uh-huh. K-keep going."
You let him stay right there, cuddled into your side, eyes closed, soft noises of pleasure spilling from his lips as you stroke him. It’s moments like these when you can appreciate how much Nagi trusts you – he knows he doesn’t need to be the same monster that he is on the field when he’s alone with you. He lets himself be soft, pliant, even lazy, because he knows you’ll take care of him.
Nagi doesn’t warn you when he’s close, but you know the signs; the way his leg tightens around you, and his breathing picks up, each huff against your skin punctuated by a soft, whimpery noise. You press your thumb right below his tip, rubbing in a firm circle.
“You close, Sei?”
“Uh-huh,” he mutters, fingers coming to grasp at the material of your sweater, “gonna cum.”
You kiss the top of his head gently. “Go ahead, love.”
Nagi’s body tenses against yours, and with a couple more strokes, he lets go with a shudder, spilling all over your fist and both of your tummies, gasping into your neck at the pleasure that courses through him as your hand mostly stills, just squeezing him in gentle pulses to get him through it.
Nagi slumps against you when he’s finished, panting heavily as your clean hand rubs up and down his back in soothing motions.
“There ya go. S’that better, Sei?” You whisper to him, and he nods, whimpering softly, and plants a kiss on your neck. “Poor thing, you were hard for so long. Jus’ waiting for me to do something, huh? My big baby.”
“Love you~” he slurs, nuzzling into you harder.
“I love you, too.”
For a couple minutes, you’re able to ignore the warm, sticky sensation of Nagi’s cum decorating your stomach in favor of stroking his fluffy hair and letting him bask in the afterglow, finally able to fully relax after his long day.
Only for so long, though.
“Okay, Sei, time to get cleaned up. I’ll cuddle you after we take a shower, ok?”
Silence.
“Seishiro?”
Then you hear it – a soft snore coming from your boyfriend’s figure, slumped deadweight on top of you. You lift your hand to your face with a sigh and spread your fingers, watching his thick cum web between them as you debate with yourself whether you’d rather put up with another hour of being sticky and wet, or the whiny fit Nagi is bound to throw if you wake him up and drag him to the bathroom.
So much work.
-ˋˏ᯽ a/n: had to get this out of my head! i love nagiii i love sleepy boys who can't do anything for themselves and just wanna get taken care of <3 ....so much more bllk stuff in the works btw like 10+ ness drabbles in drafts...also ppl who've requested stuff tysm i love u & i'll get to it soon!!
despite commanding the attention of everyone around him, behind closed doors, you become the center of his attention entirely.
"a-ah! mi-micha!"
your legs are shaking around his head as he laps at your drooling slit with the fervor of a man starved, acknowledging your sweet sounds with nothing but a hum.
you never just cum once with him, no no. he's precise, ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you with his tongue and fingers until you're overstimulated, mewling and can barely hold up your weight (but even then he'll just hold you up until he's devoured all of you). his eyes are always locked on you, he thinks you look utterly gorgeous as he tears your resolve apart with the calculated ministrations of his tongue. he especially loves the way you squirm and arch when he delivers a particularly hard suck to your clit, his name spilling from your lips over and over like a mantra.
"that's right, pretty girl. fall apart for me, schatz..."
his voice is always so raw, so primal, so needy when he has you like this. he treats your pleasure with the same fervor as he does a championship match, stopping at absolutely nothing to chase your high.
and whenever he decides he's had his fill, he pulls back from your cunt with a triumphant smirk, the lower half of his face is always glistening, utterly coated with your release.
he'll never tell you, but there's been times that he's came in his pants just from eating you out. you'll always be his favorite trophy.
──── A/N: sorry for barely writing, writer's block has had me in a TERRIBLE rut, but i have something awesome planned for halloween :) for now, have this silly little drabble thing because i can't stop thinking about mihya's head between my thighs xx
content warnings: heavy cucking, dom kaiser, switch gn reader?, sub ness, degrading (mostly between kaiser and ness), dirty talking, pervy ness?, ooc kaiser and ness.
Ness loves his partner. He really does, but the idea of handing them to his best friend, Kaiser, letting him fuck them while he watches really, really turns him on.
This obsession of his, it's been eating him alive. He's imagined the two of you in countless of filthy positions, closing his eyes and picturing it with his hand around his cock when he's all alone in his room. He'd thought about how perfect Kaiser would look buried deep inside of you, thought about how condescending Kaiser would be, degrading him for being so pathetic and depraved to get off to his partner getting fucked by his best friend, thought about if you would be able to degrade him back or if you'd be too fucked out to say anything, even if you'd praise him.
But, one day, he let his dirty fantasy slip. He told you about it on accident, and you took the information for granted, immediately texting Kaiser about it. He felt nothing but shame.
Honestly, he thought Kaiser would be opposed to it. Never did he think he'd be sitting on the other side of the bed with you two in front of him. Like a wet dream come true.
Your hands are on top of Kaiser's knees, his tip just barely pushing against your entrance, while Kaiser's arm is wrapped around your waist. His chin rests on top of your shoulder, both of you staring at Ness, but he isn't paying much attention to that. He's more focused on what's going on between your legs. The way your pussy's drooling all over his best friend's cock has his pants feeling tight. He's fixated; waiting – patiently – for that moment when Kaiser's tip pushes inside of your pussy. "Ness, baby, did hear what I said?"
He looks up at you, lost, "Huh?"
You tilt your head to the side a bit, smirking at him, "Did you really not hear anything? I did just ask if you're sure you're okay with this, but you were too busy staring between my legs to notice. Guess I'll take that for an answer."
You reach your hands down between your legs, grabbing Kaiser's cock, causing a sharp breath to come out of him. You hold it in place while you move your hips down, more and more of his cock pushing inside of you, inch by sweet inch.
Ness is fixated. He can't look away. He just sits there watching closely as your dripping-wet pussy swallows all of Kaiser's cock until he bottoms all the way inside of you. It's a sight to behold, and your moans really fill the picture for him.
Then, your hips start to move. Your grip on Kaiser's knees tighten, nails digging into his kneecaps, bound to leave nasty imprints later, and each bounce makes his cock drag along your gummy walls – perfect amount of slick friction right against your g-spot that has you trembling, but Kaiser's grasp on your waist prevents you from tripping up anytime soon.
"Fuck... see why you keep them around, Ness. They're so fucking tight." Kaiser grumbles, mouth pressing a kiss against the space between your shoulder and neck before sucking on it, another pretty noise coming out of you because of it. Ness still keeps quiet, focused on Kaiser's mouth of your neck, keeping track of when his mouth stops sucking on your neck. A trail of spit following from where Kaiser pulls away from your neck as well as the dark mark starting to form on it, and Ness can't hold back his whimper – not when you've been marked up all pretty by his best friend – his obsession.
The ache in Ness' pants is becoming unbearable, but he doesn't care. He's not wasting a single second of this. He wants the smell and every sound imprinted in his head. He wants the image of you two fucking to be stuck in his head for-fucking-ever, unforgettable.
Ness notices the way both of your moans and groans have stopped. Confused, he looks up, just to see your lips pressed against each other, and suddenly, the ache gets ten times worse. As you and Kaiser kiss each other, his hand slips between your thighs, a finger pressing right against your neglected clit, making you gasp, a perfect segue for his tongue to sneak past your lips, drinking and muffling your pretty whimpers.
Kaiser applies more pressure on your clit, rubbing it in circles. Ness slightly shifts on the spot, his hand moving down to palm himself through his pants, tending to himself, which catches Kaiser's attention. He pulls back – just barely – your lips still grazing against his, but he's side-eying Ness, "You're seriously getting turned on by this? Figured the whole cucking thing of yours was a joke and that you guys really did this as a treat for me, but no, you actually enjoy this. This gets you off, doesn't it, Ness?"
Ness starts at Kaiser dumbfounded, taken by how straightforward Kaiser is. He knows better to leave Kaiser without a reply, so he nods, not knowing whether or not Kaiser wants him to be ashamed or if he wants him to prove how much he enjoys being a cuck, and knowing Kaiser? It's most probably the latter.
"What? You don't know how to speak. Words, Ness. You're stupid, but not that stupid." Kaiser orders – barking instructions at Ness like he's an ill-mannered dog.
Ness fumbles on the spot, obeying automatically like he's already been trained to do it beforehand, "Yeah. T-Turns me on."
Kaiser snickers, looking down at him properly, "How pathetic can you possibly get? To be depraved to the point that you have me fuck your partner like this just to get off? No fucking shame, puppy, none at all."
Ness cowers and bites his lip – shame building up inside of him – not because he's ashamed of his kink, but because of how unfathomably aroused he got from being talked down to. He knew he would end up in this situation with Kaiser being balls deep inside of your warm cunt while Kaiser does nothing but insult him, and honestly? He wanted it that way. He craved for it to be that way.
You speak up, your tone sugary-sweet compared to Kaiser's, "Why don't you touch yourself, Ness? Show us how much you love watching us."
And Ness doesn't need to be told twice, rushing to pull back the waistband of his pants and boxers, just enough for his aching, hard cock to spring free, hitting his stomach. His hand wraps around his cock, hissing a bit from the all-of-a-sudden feeling before he starts ruthlessly pumping it, his dry hand slowly getting slicker and slicker from the vast amount of pre-cum dribbling out of his tip.
"There we gooo... much better, huh?" You ask, voice turning from sweet to sultry within seconds while grinding your hips down on Kaiser, which earns a moan from both of them.
Kaiser's irritation is growing, though. He thinks your pace is too steady, so to speed things up a bit, his hands move away from your clit and waist to your thighs, spreading them, getting a good grasp of them, and then fucking up into you. The quick switch-up throws you off guard, and the back of your head tilts back until it hits Kaiser's shoulder, mouth agape from the pleasure. His pace is cruel and merciless. His dick drilling in and out of you like he's your boyfriend, and your actual one isn't sitting right in front of you two, jerking off.
Ness isn't complaining. He's thriving off the view in front of him. It's the only that's actually about to help make him cum. His hand is tired, and his dick is sore from how hard and raw he's fucking his fist, but he doesn't stop, nor does he want to. This could be the last time he could ever see you and Kaiser like this again. He's not fucking up the opportunity to masturbate to it.
Kaiser, on the other hand, notices how much wetter you're getting. How much tighter you're getting. How your whimpers shift into fucked-out moans, and he points it out with a shit-eating grin, "Gonna cum? Right on my dick? Right in front of your boyfriend?" He 'whispers', but it's loud enough for you and Ness to hear; he wants Ness to hear each and every word – wants him to bathe in the weight of the situation.
You nod and Kaiser's finger press against your clit again, rubbing with merciless swipes, which brings you over the edge, pussy pulsating around his cock over and over again, and just watching you cum all over his cock helps Ness cum, too, ropes after ropes of cum coating his hand, tears blurring up his vision.
Kaiser hums in disapproval, lifting your hips so your pussy can slide off of him with a lewd squelch, gazing directly at Ness' messy hands and cock, "How come you get to cum, Ness, and I don't? Aren't I the guest?"
Ness, still mind-blown from the orgasm he just had, looks at him with a dazed-out look. Kaiser shakes his head, "Pretty unfair, no?" To which Ness responds with a shrug, which provokes Kaiser more than it should, "Don't you think you should return the favour?"
"... what?" Ness asks, genuinely confused, and Kaiser grits his teeth, "Return the fucking favour, idiot. Make me cum."
author's note: quite literally shed a few tears making this because it turned out so shit omg.
TLDR: It's up you to distract Gyutaro any way you can in order to keep your subordinates alive.
WORD COUNT: 2.4k
CW: NSFW/MDNI, dubcon, choking, rough sex, creampie
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you’re a seasoned corps member, a proud kinoe rank, assigned on a mission just outside of the entertainment district with a few other members lower level members
after completing your mission, your celebration is cut short as you run into one of the twelve kizuki: things go well first—as well as they can go when you’re all incredibly injured but eventually you get her head off; though even this victory is short lived when something begins crawling out of her corpse
It takes everything in you to even just block his attacks but soon the other upper six is back up and terrorizing the rest of your subordinates; you do what you can to keep the new upper six distracted
You lead him deeper into the woods, hoping to restrict his movements–consequently restricting your own; knowing your injuries won’t allow you to leave alive either way, you shift your focus to buying your juniors enough time
The scent of pine filled your senses as you crashed through the snow covered floor, it would’ve been comforting if the taste of copper wasn’t flooding your mouth and your gushing nose wasn’t staining the snow around you. Perhaps your nose wouldn’t have shattered if that cursed demon hadn’t kicked you with such force…damn demon; it didn’t matter though, you had more important matters to attend to—like finding your sword. The blow had knocked it out of your hand and a quick scan of your surroundings revealed it laid a few yards ahead of you. Doable.
You ignored the suspicious cracking sound coming from your ribs as you forced yourself up into a running start. The pain was unbearable, being thrown through multiple trees was far more painful than you could’ve originally imagined but ultimately you knew death would be far more painful. Your fingers grazed the hilt of your sword just as the ground suddenly rose at an exceptional speed, meeting your face for a second time as something heavy dug itself into your back.
“I’m surprised you’re still moving,” a gravely voice snickered from above you. “I was hoping you’d be dead by now.”
“But we’re having so much…so much fun…” you wheezed out, talking was painful and for a demon so emaciated he sure was heavy. You gave a half-assed attempt to push yourself up but all this earned was a tentative hum as he dug his heel further into your back.
“Sorry I’ve been told to not play with my food.” you could hear that stupid crooked smile still plastered onto his face, what you’d give to slash it off.
“So you weren’t raised in a barn-“ wrong move. The blow was instantaneous or at least it felt like it; one second you’re face down swimming in a mix of your own blood and slushed snow, the next you’re face to face with the demon with his hand around your neck. He’s close, close enough to where you can see the specks of orange in his glaring green eyes and his unruly hair is grazing your swollen nose; for a fleeting moment you can’t help but think his eyes are rather nice looking—perhaps it was the combined blood loss and lack of air. Though they weren’t pretty enough to keep you from clawing at the hand around your throat and administering feeble kicks to his abdomen that went unnoticed.
“I should rip your tongue out, who do you think you are?!” You yelped as his unoccupied hand slashed down; luckily, the angle was tight enough that his claws hadn’t sliced deep enough to disembowel you but they had slashed your uniform in such a way that your bruised skin was now exposed to the cold air. “You’re not even that…that…” There was a sudden pause. Not exactly a favorable shift, his sneer had twisted back into a crooked smile and you could see the gears turning as his hand tightened around your neck. Suddenly his sharp teeth were mere millimeters from your face,the proximity of his mouth filled your nose with what could only be the smell of rotting flesh.
“You’re going to die here. All alone.” He cooed, running a gnarly nail down the side of your face–leaving a small cut in its wake; tears involuntarily pricked your eyes and blood began dribbling out the side of your mouth. “I bet someone like you would really hate to be seen with the likes of me-”
“You…bastard!” His free hand yanked the remaining pieces of your uniform off right as your own hand shot behind you, miraculously reaching the hilt of your sword; wasting no time, you swung the blade lodging it into his bicep. It wasn’t enough to do any real damage but it was enough to get him to loosen his grip and for you to worm your way from underneath him.
You didn’t get very far, having only stumbled a few feet or so before meeting the ground for a third time. He didn’t even need to do anything this time, your injuries were drastic enough to keep you down on their own. Though that didn’t stop him from plopping himself upon you once more with a husky laugh.
“How valiant of you, still fighting in such a pitiful state!” The sound of his snickering and the feeling of his clawed hand pressing the side of your face deeper into the dirt fanned a deep rage within you. “I promise to be gentle.” He purred, seemingly taking pleasure in your choked growl as his bony pelvis ground into your exposed back. Bastard! Bastard! Good for nothing demon! You clawed aimlessly at the surrounding snow desperate to find purchase on anything that could aid you, but a shrill distant cry caught both of your attention. Your subordinates. Tears openly streamed down your face; this whole time they had been fighting tirelessly and here you were doing nothing! You couldn’t even make a dent in this cursed demon!
“Hm maybe we won’t get to play after all-“
“No!” your voice was coarse and blood splattered with your words, you had to keep fighting–even if it meant entering realms of no return. With your remaining strength, you forced yourself to roll yourself against him “please…please don’t stop I-I need this-!”
“…what a terrible actress you are…” he muttered but his eyes betrayed him, they were glued to your ass and in better circumstances you would’ve found even demon men not being immune to such a simple thing almost amusing. Your comical thought was interrupted by sharp talons suddenly finding themselves dug into the plush of your ass–he certainly didn’t waste any time. Your yelp died in the back of your crushed throat as he flipped you back over, much to the protest of your broken ribs–adjusting himself so that he was flushed against your heat. His speed was impressive if nothing else and you knew if he wasn’t being preoccupied by your advances then that speed would have been used against your subordinates.
You instinctively wanted to clasp your knees together, but the thought of your sacrifice helping your underlings allows him to place his hand between your knees and crudely force them apart. He doesn’t seem to notice or care for your wincing at the sudden movement, your body still sore from battle.
Staring blankly at your exposed sex, he appears unsure of what to do at this point but you’re too afraid to offer any pointers, recalling your crushed windpipe from when you last “insulted” him. Though the hesitation doesn’t last for very long; he leans in and gives a tentative lick to your center, causing your whole body to tense.
“What a unique taste,” he hums against you, the sensation was more stimulating than you’d like to admit “If I’d known this would be so rewarding, we would’ve started a while ago.”
“Shut- shut up!” You tried to muster a glare but your expressions could not hide the blush blooming across your face. Pinned down, all you could do was snap your gaze away from him–begging your mind to focus on anything else, anything but the feeling of him forcing his tongue into you as his nose bumped harshly into your clit. Not even the snow soaked in your own blood was enough to stifle your whimpering moans. Clearly uninterested in your sounds, he only tightened his grip on your thighs, giving himself a better leverage to dig deeper into you with his inhumane tongue. God! Why couldn’t this be less enjoyable! You get the feeling that this truly wasn’t about your own pleasure and he was really just tasting you—the thought was comforting in an odd way. You weren’t being eaten out by humanity’s sworn enemy—no! You were merely being slowly digested. Perhaps you were just trying to justify the growing warmth in your abdomen; feeling pleasure in this situation was wrong but your attempts to resist the growing sensation was futile as the demon quickened his pace. It was as if he was truly starved and to your horror your hips began to involuntarily thrust against him. There was no point in pretending anymore, your choked gasps and moans filled the surrounding forest; this did seem to draw his attention as you could feel his own hips begin to meet your own.
“I…please-” whether or not you were begging for him to stop or go deeper was indiscernible—simply begging for the sake of begging. He doesn’t waver when your hands find purchase in his filthy hair, rather it seems to spur him on. The increase in speed and veracity leaves you feeling as if you can’t possibly take anymore…his croaked laughter snaps you from your pleasure induced haze.
You fail to hide your aggravation, but your scowl dies when you meet his eyes and see his face soaked in your liquids; you can feel your core quiver when he gives his lips a quick lick and shoots you a coy smile exposing his horribly sharp teeth. Maybe he wasn’t as inexperienced as you previously thought.
“Did you think I was going to be so kind?” his voice wasn’t malicious, it was almost playful—how infuriating, “I want you to admit that you’re enjoying this, that you’re dying to be fucked-”
“Just shut up already, are you going to fuck me or not?!” Blood splashed onto his face but you couldn’t bring yourself to care; you wanted to protest, deny his accusations and refuse to give him satisfaction but the slick between your thighs and the ache you felt said otherwise. You would atone in hell but for right now all you could care about was your own needs; not even the smug look he wore as he licked at the blood you showered on him could sway you.
“…How pathetic.”
You hardly had time to process his words by the time you felt his cock being shoved unceremoniously inside you–when had he removed those shitty rags?! He didn’t give you anytime to adjust and he ignored your pained cry as he fucked you straight into the ground, digging his sharp nails into your hips—hard enough to draw blood; if his thrusts didn’t kill you, the blood loss was sure to do the job.
You let out a sob, the sensation of your flesh being torn while being impaled was so…sweet—you had never experienced anything like it before. His cock was bulging and it filled you up so nicely, it felt like at any moment he was going to tear you apart. It seemed like he wasn’t as impartial as he let on, his own groans began to mix with the sound of yours.
“Don’t tell me…you’re all like this-“ his wrong move. Relying on technique and strength built up over the years–skills that had saved your life more than once in the past, were now being used to conquer one last demon. You swung your legs around his back and twisted onto your side; it took all your mite but you were able to successfully mount the brute—for the first time tonight it was he who laid in the snow. It was clear your boldness had taken him by surprise, he gave you a skeptical look behind shaggy strands of hair now lightly dusted with white puffs of snow, but otherwise he made no effort to dislodge you. Not wanting to waste your remaining adrenaline, you lowered yourself onto his firm cock. A sense of pride washed over you when his eyes failed to move from where your bodies met as you ground into him—using his cock to fuck yourself. The sound of slapping skin was all it took to encourage him to grip your thighs and thrust his own hips up to meet yours. Fearing you’d lose your balance and give up your well deserved throne, your nails found purchase in his broad shoulders. The new angle gave you a perfect view of his surprisingly fit body, part of you felt disgusted knowing what exactly fueled his strength and another part of you wanted to explore each and every birthmark that littered his pale body.
You rode him for as long as your already weakened body would allow and when your body gave out he didn’t hesitate to hold you up on his own and continue to fuck up into you. To be used so blatantly and violently stirred something within you and you cried out as your sex clenched around his already soaked member. He wasn’t far behind, with a deep groan you could feel something hot being poured into you. You tried to ride him through it, hungrily taking in every ounce of his cum besides your better judgment but truly your body was too frail and when his claws let go of you you had no choice but to slump into the snow beside him.
You didn’t expect him to hold you after or anything of that sort—that would be ridiculous. Given the circumstances the kindest thing you could fathom him doing was killing you quickly. The pain and blood loss seemed to be catching up with your spent body, your vision was going dim and all you could see was your breath mixing in the cold night air. A husked voice muttered something nearby but you truly couldn’t care less about what that damn demon had to say.
When you came to, you found yourself in the infirmary surrounded by the remaining members of your squad who were all squawking your praise for single-handedly taking on upper six.
some food for thought while i write my (totally unrelated) next day of kinktober...
reader and esports teammate!gyutaro absolutely hating each other, they both think the other is completely braindead when they're playing at practice and take any opportunity to shit on each other's skill level...
reader's friend douma jokes that he plays like someone's sucking him off under the desk, giving reader the idea to run a little... experiment (that experiment being a spite-fueled blowjob under his desk while gyu's struggling to even remotely be useful to the team)
might have to write this fully later i'm suffering from a Disease
thinking about ness's gf!reader sneaking around behind his back to sleep with kaiser n one day ness walks in on them mid-sex n instead of getting upset that reader is cheating like any normal boyfriend would he just has a raging hard-on....
──── CW: 18+, modern au, sosuke aizen has really unethical business practices, gin is mentioned too, journalist!fem!reader, nnoitra needs a cw in general imo, restraints, knives, descriptions of blood/cuts, use of misogynistic terms (this is nnoitra we’re talking about of course this will be here), very dubious consent, mouth kink, throatfucking, choking quite a bit of choking actually, no prep, he highkey does not care about your pleasure but also he lowkey does
──── A/N: I'M LATE AGAIN SHIBALLLL.... it's okay. i'll deal. sorry for not posting yesterday, i had lots of homework due that i just did Not do until the very last minute. anyway, enjoy this extremely self-indulgent drabble that got a little too out of hand. i like the idea of being manhandled and treated really badly by this man and now the rest of you have to deal with it too
──── WC: 1.7k, not proofread!
your lungs are burning, chest heaving up and down in an erratic mess as you struggle against the rope that binds your wrists together. your legs were tied to the back legs of the metal chair you were seated upon, spread apart to a degree that made it impossible to move them. you should be able to get out of this, the rope seems more than thin enough to do so, but its thinness makes each desperate movement dig the fibers deeper and deeper into your skin and taking the pain from a chafe to a burn before the last few struggles bring the gross feeling of warm blood trickling down the junction of your forearms. your stomach churns at the sensation- you’ve never been this weak, tears of frustration prickle at the corners of your eyes as you continue to shift around wildly in place.
gaps in your memory linger unfilled between that celebratory dinner with your editor, gin ichimaru, and the present. from that final sip of your champagne onwards, it all remains one hell of a concerning blur in the events of this evening, and you’re no longer sure what time it even is outside.
you knew better than to scream- no one (at least no one willing to help) would be in a place like this. that’s the point of these empty warehouses anyway, you weren’t stupid. you knew exactly who was responsible for your current position in the first place- that article you wrote, the exposé on the unethical dealings of multimillionaire ceo sosuke aizen, that shit put one hell of a target on your back. you were aware of the dangers of writing such a piece, one that most journalists with even a shred of common sense would avoid like the plague. it was easier for things to go unsaid and have them swept under the rug than to incur the wrath of aizen and his associates, but you were wary to a fault.
the soft rhythmic dripping of your blood to the floor is soon accompanied by the percussion of footsteps approaching just where you remained like a sitting duck.
“s’ you’re the one that he wanted me to take care of? ya know, i was expectin’ somebody a little more, hmm… threatening?” your captor’s voice was raspy, rough, condescending. if you were any dumber, you would have believed he may choose to let you go. your eyes were trained on the floor, refusing to even so much as look at his shoes, much to his chagrin.
“eyes up here, girl. i’ll consider keeping you ‘round if ya know how to listen.”
you don’t want to look up. you don’t want to put a face to this poison-ridden voice, but the toe of his shoe harshly pushes your chin up, forcing your gaze to meet his. the man in front of you would tower over you if you were just standing up, doubly so now that you’re seated. dark hair, seemingly well-taken care of, cascaded down his back like stark lines of ink. an eyepatch covered one eye as the gaze of the other roved down your frame, sizing you up like a predator. he grinned widely, the sadistic excitement dripping from his expression making your blood run cold. from what you knew from your investigation, this had to be nnoitra gilga, aizen’s “pr manager,” who somehow always had a knack at getting people to agree to aizen’s demands. now you knew exactly why.
“shame ya spoiled it all by pokin’ your nose where it shouldn’t be. yer real cute,” as if to punctuate his statement, slender fingers reached out to roughly, punishingly, grip your chin, the soft flesh of your cheeks smushing under his grasp. despite still wearing the dress you attended the dinner in, you felt fully naked under nnoitra’s scrutinizing gaze. he released you with a manic chuckle, turning his back to you to walk over to the nearby table, picking up a switchblade. your heart hammered in the confines of your chest as the metal blade glimmered under the single, dingy light of the room.
“thanks for bein’ here, though. ’ll have fun breakin’ you.”
“please. just let me… go.” your voice comes out broken, rough from the sheer dryness of your throat. you can’t even remember the last time you had something to drink.
“y’know, maybe you’re right… maybe i got the wrong girl.” the man in front of you mumbled, voice softer, almost apologetic as he stopped in his tracks. despite the hope bubbling up in your chest, you barely had a minute to breathe before those slender hands had your throat in a bruising grip, your airflow all but fully cut off, a feral glint in his eyes.
”you weren’t stupid enough to think i make mistakes, right?” nnoitra’s statement was punctuated by a cackle, “y' must be a dumber bitch than i thought!”
your head shook as quickly as you could make it, the motions and the lack of oxygen making your head spin. it was clear nnoitra relished in the sight of you struggling to stay conscious with your lips turning blue, his crazed grin only growing wider as he released you from his grip and instead opting to shove two fingers into your mouth with no warning. you gagged at the sudden intrusion, fresh tears prickling at the corners of your eyes once more. his digits swirled around your tongue, feeling the wetness of it all, and he noted just how quiet, how pliant you’d become just from that.
“mh, maybe that pretty mouth’s good enough for somethin’ other’n spoutin’ bullshit.” despite your instincts telling you that you needed to get the fuck out, you couldn’t help the rush of heat to your stomach, the room all of a sudden feeling far too hot for your liking, yet your body feeling way too cold.
“aizen didn’t tell me what he wanted me to do with ya, pretty. lucky me, guess i get to have my own fun.” cool metal traced your throat as the tip of nnoitra’s knife danced across your previously unscathed skin, tiny rivulets of crimson blood staggered across the canvas of your neck where sharpened blade broke skin. despite every remaining ounce of mental fortitude you had left in you, a muffled, broken whine left your lips as you felt a warm tongue drag across the cuts, leaving angry red bites and dark purple bruises scattered between the shallow wounds.
nnoitra’s fingers left the wet heat of your mouth with a wet pop, and you could only watch with that heat stirring between your thighs as he observed the lewd strings of your saliva connecting his digits. with a prideful huff, he undid his belt, taking the time to free his half-hard cock from the confines of his dark trousers. your eyes widened as you saw the sheer length of his manhood, if his fingers (and quite frankly the rest of him) were anything to go by, his cock was nothing if not proportional. he brought the tip to your lips, slapping it against the plush skin in a manner that was nothing short of demeaning.
“c’mon, doll. use your mouth like y’were meant to.” nnoitra’s voice had that same condescending tone as he disregarded any sign of your own comfort, forcing his cock past your lips with a guttural groan. it was clear nnoitra only cared about his own pleasure, his now-free hand gripping the back of your skull to force you impossibly deeper down his length, the punishing rhythm he’d set drilling the head of his cock into the spongy back of your throat over and over and over. it was nothing short of messy, tears flooding your eyes and spilling onto your flushed as your breathing was inhibited and spit flowing freely from your lips with each thrust as you struggled to adjust even slightly.
“nnh- knew keepin’ ya alive was… hnn- a good idea..” nnoitra growled, voice low yet still maintaining that trademark raspiness. his grip on your hair grew painful as his hips began to stutter and his cock twitched in your throat with his impending release. you gagged impossibly loudly as thick spurts of his seed spilled down your throat, slender hand holding your head steady as he finished with a moan that bordered on feral.
“’s right, take it. y’should be thankful ‘m not slittin’ your throat right where y’are.” the vitriol in his voice was addicting, in no way aiding the throbbing pulse between your slick thighs. nnoitra roughly pulled your head off of him, allowing you a mere minute to breathe again before those same hands hiked up the fabric of your dress, exposing your lower half to him entirely.
“enjoying this? disgustin’. bet y’fuck just anyone t’get a story outta them,” the malice in his voice was almost fully masked by lust by this point, a loud moan leaving your lips as nnoitra teased your dripping slit through the fabric of your panties. you hated how he was right, hated how you barely fought back, giving into the most basic and primal of your urges when faced with the mere possibility of death. his fingers rubbed teasingly slow circles around your clit, deliberately denying you of the exact kind of stimulation you so badly craved.
“please… can’t take it ‘nymore…” your whimpered plea was so silent that it nearly went unheard, but who was nnoitra to deny you when you looked so pliant, so cute under him? he didn’t speak this time, moving your panties to the side and wordlessly slicking his fully recovered length up with the remnants of your arousal on his fingertips before lining himself up with your dripping, needy cunt.
the stretch was incredibly painful. you didn’t think you could handle him even with prep, so barely any made it nearly impossible to think of anything else other than the sting and the sheer fullness. nnoitra didn’t even have to try to have his tip kiss your cervix, coaxing loud, broken moans from you as you writhed in your restraints underneath him. his free hand had since moved to rove all over your body, groping and squeezing roughly before settling on the back of the metal chair to hold you steady as he pounded into you with reckless abandon.
“fuuck, you’re squeezin’ me so good, y’re made for this, yeah?” you could only nod at his words as tears fell from your thick lashes, your walls fluttering around him from the stimulation of it all. both of your panting and groaning as well as the slick sounds of your coupling echoed lewdly in the confines of the room, a sinful symphony that sounded like anything but torture.
