Update #032
Added Four More Games to the Collections
Focused on yandere, horror, and visual novel games. Update #33 will be next week. Links in text.
Upper Left: Idealization, by @idealization-vn
Upper Right: There's Something Wrong With My Blind Date-DEMO, by C2PHOS (twitter)
Lower Left: please don't make this hard, by Katana4202 (itch.io)
Lower Right: Death by Mixer, by @t0talbra1nd3ath
please go and check them out :)
Note: Also up to 33 followers on my itchio.io and 40 followers on my tumblr, that is cray cray. Feel like I should make a new collection as celebration but maybe over the course of the next few weeks since I have pneumonia right now, lol. Aka why this post is late.
Toji knows it, of course. Itâs there in the way you cling to him now, arms wrapped tight around his shoulders like ivy curling around a tree trunk. You press your face into his neck and inhale the scent of himâsmoke, sweat, and the faint iron tang of blood from something heâd done earlier tonight. You donât ask. You never do. You just take whatever part of him heâs willing to give you, no matter how small.
He likes that about you.
Itâs in moments like these, when your hands rise to cup his face, that he sees your desperation most clearlyâyour expression soft, almost like that of a forlorn wife. Your gaze falls on the scar that tugs at the corner of his mouth, pulling it into a familiar, crooked smirk. You canât help but lean in to kiss it, gentle and reverent, as if you can soothe whatever pain it once caused.
He never kisses you back. Instead, he lets you fawn over him, his smile widening with every soft press of your lips against his skin. And though he gives you nothing in return, he knows there isnât a single thing youâd deny him.
âTojiâŠâ
You breathe his name like a prayer, but heâs already moving, shifting beneath you as his hands grip your hips. He positions you exactly how he wantsâlegs spread wide over his lap and dress pushed up high enough for the air to skim your bare thighs. A soft whimper escapes your lips as his palm glides up your skin, fingers barely grazing the sensitive flesh.
You arch desperately into him, a silent plea for connectionâlike heâs the only source of warmth, of life, that you know. It's always like this when heâs been gone, the hollow ache of his absence consuming you until you feel like you're falling apart. And when he finally returns, you welcome him with open arms like some devoted priestess at the altar of a cruel god.
âMissed me, huh, angel?â You nod frantically, a pitiful display of obedience.
"I always do," you sigh, the words tumbling from your lips with a raw, aching need that makes you cringe, but you canât stop. Thereâs no pride left in you when it comes to him. There never was. You gave that up the first time he touched you, and now, you wonder if you even remember what it feels like to have boundaries.
Toji's hand slides up the nape, rough fingers curling into your hair as he forces you to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, gleaming with the same predatory sharpness youâve seen so many times before. Thereâs no love there, no tenderness, but when his lips crash into yours and his teeth sink deep enough to draw blood, you convince yourself itâs enough.
âShow me how much,â he murmurs against your mouth, the words slithering into your ear like a command. You freeze, heart stuttering, but you know what he wantsâyou always do. Itâs humiliating, degrading, but youâll do it. Youâd do anything so long as he keeps coming back.
You swallow hard as you slide off him and onto the cold floor. Toji watches you, an amused smirk playing on his lips as you settle between his legs and look up, seeking permission in his eyes.
âGood girl,â he encourages, slowly pushing the waistband of his sweats down and revealing himself to you. His large hand cups the back of your skull, fingers tangling in your hair, while his other hand grips himself, gently tapping his length against your cheek.
âOpen your mouth,â he commands, holding his cock in front of you like an offering. You comply immediately, lips parting in eager submission.
The grip at the back of your skull tightens, forcing your head still as he pushes himself past your lips. His breath hitches as your warm tongue fans along the underside of his shaft. It gently bobs in your mouth, tip hitting your hard palate and making him groan low in his chest. You can feel him twitch, his restraint unravelling with every shallow thrust.
"F-Fuck, I've been holdin' it just for you, angel," he grunts, voice tight as his hips jerk forward, burying himself to the base in your mouth. His hand still cradles the back of your head, keeping you exactly where he wants you.
Its warmth hits first, followed by its sharp, pungent taste. Tears well up in your eyes as the bitter tang of piss floods your mouth and coats your tongue with a horrible saltiness. Tojiâs grip doesnât waverâhe holds you there, keeps you open, and praises you in a low, filthy voice as he lets go, draining himself into your mouth.
âDonât spill any," he says, smiling lazily, urine still dribbling from his tip. You gag, throat constricting as the liquid pools, forcing you to swallow before he pushes you off his cock.
"Show me," he demands, and your pretty mouth gapes open, tongue extended. The sight makes him grin.
âYouâll do anything for me, wonât you?â Toji laughs, fingers threading gently through your hair now, almost like praise. You nod, throat burning, eyes downcast.
He gives a slight tug, urging you to stand, and you comply, legs trembling as you rise. âC'mere," he grins, his hands sliding down to grip your waist. With an easy tug, he pulls you back into his lap, your body flush against his. You can feel your underwear clinging to your skin, soaked through with arousal as his palms roam lower, cupping your ass. You cling to him and inhale deeply, your mind clouding with the familiar scent.
Heat curls in your belly as his hand creeps beneath the hem of your skirt, fingers brushing against the already-damp fabric of your panties. You wonder if he even noticed themâif he thought the delicate lace looked cute against your skin before absentmindedly pushing them aside.
âThis wet already?â His chuckles, his thumb pressing hard against your clit. "Just from drinkin' my piss?"
You open your mouth to protest, to say something, but the words die on your tongue. You canât deny it. You donât even want to.
"Canât resist being my little urinal, can you, angel?" He drags slow, torturous circles against your clit now. Your breath hitches, blood rushing to your cheeks as you rock your hips forward.
âSay it,â he growls. âTell me how much you love being used.â
âI-I love it,â you manage to croak out, your voice trembling and desperate. "I love it when you use me."
Toji hums in approval as his index and middle fingers slip effortlessly past your entrance. âAtta girl,â he purrs, digits curling just right, seeking that spot that makes you squirm.
His thumb keeps steady pressure on your clit, teasing and circling, dragging out your pleasure until you're teetering on the edge. The weight of his hardening cock presses against your inner thigh, thick and insistent, growing harder with each ragged breath you take.
"That's it," he murmurs, voice dark and indulgent as you arch into him in response. "Always so fucking eager for it, arenât you?"
Your breath stutters, thighs trembling as he works you over. You can barely keep up with the intensity of it allâthe stretch of his fingers, the filthy words slipping from his mouth, the overwhelming need to be exactly what he wants.
Your head falls forward, your forehead resting against his chest, and you choke out a desperate moan, your body shuddering with every curl of his digits. âPlease⊠Toji,â you gasp, unable to form anything coherent, just a plea for more, for him to take you apart completely. "Please, I need you inside me," your voice breaks, your hips rocking desperately against his hand. "I canât wait anymore. I need your cock, please."
"That's what I like to hear, angel," Toji says, his grin widening, dark and hungry. His fingers slip from your sopping cunt to find your waist, hauling you up over the head of his cock.
A bead of pre-cum sits at his tip, glistening like a liquid pearl. The sight alone makes your breath hitch, your thighs clenching involuntarily in anticipation. Toji rubs himself over your dripping slit, coating his shaft with your juices as he groans low in his throat.
âSuch a fuckin' mess," he growls, grazing against your clit just to hear you whine. Your hips rock down on their own, desperately trying to take him in, but he holds you just out of reach, that cruel smirk tugging at his lips.
âYouâre so desperate, tryin' to slam that needy pussy onto me," he huffs, thrusting shallowly, just enough to breach you. Your reply is nothing more than a desperate mewl, feeling as he slips deeper, stretching you inch by agonizing inch. Even with just a third of him inside, itâs enough to make your head spin, to make your eyes roll back into your skull with the familiar ache. You can feel every vein, every ridge of his cock dragging against your walls as he slowly presses into you.
âFuck, you always take me so well, angel,â he groans, sinking deeper until he finally bottoms out. Your mind fogs as he holds you there, his cock buried to the hilt and throbbing inside.
âLook at that,â Toji purrs, rough fingertips digging into your waist, guiding your hips as he rocks gently. âSuckinâ me right in like youâre made for this."
His cock moves slowly along your sensitive canal, the wet squelching sound echoing around the room, lewd and shameless. His hands tighten on your hips, pulling you down harder, forcing every last inch inside until your ass is flush against his muscular thighs.
âYou feel that? Feel how deep I am?â he taunts, pulling back just enough to thrust in completely, making you gasp. âI'm kissinâ that sweet little cervix every time I fuck up into you.â
"Mhmm-" you whine, your walls fluttering helplessly around him, begging for more.
His fingers find the hem of your shirt, sliding up your bare torso in one swift motion. The rough pads of his thumbs brush over your nipples as he kneads your soft breasts. âSo fuckinâ perfect,â he groans, voice strained as your tight cunt clenches around him, pulling him deeper with every stroke. âGoddamn, I could fuck you forever, angel.â
Your hands splay over his stomach, feeling the hard planes of his abs flex beneath the fabric of his shirt, grounding you as your world tips over.
You canât imagine anything outside of this moment, outside of himâthe thought of it ending sends a wave of panic through you, your voice breaking into a desperate whimper. âDonât stop,â you beg, your words trembling, pathetic. âPlease⊠donât ever stop. Iâll do anything, Tojiâanything you want. Just keep fucking me. Please.â
He sneers, his eyes boring into yours as his hips slow to a teasing grind, making you whimper in frustration. "Such a needy little slut," he mutters, fingers brushing against your jawline before gripping it firmly, forcing you to look at him. âOpen that pretty mouth for me,â he orders, the rough pad of his thumb pressing against your trembling lips until they part.
His hand moves to your face, thumb brushing over your puffy bottom lip before he spits, saliva dripping onto your tongue. You feel your own saliva trickle down your chin as you obey without hesitation, swallowing with a soft, audible gulp. The taste lingers as heat floods your cheeks.
"F-Fuck, you're such a nasty girlâlettin' me piss, spit, and cum wherever I want," he growls, his lips crashing against your neck, teeth sinking in to leave another mark on your tender skin. His hot breath fans over you as he bites down harder, making you cry out, the sound muffled by his body pressing closer.
The coil in your stomach tightens with every bounce, the friction driving you closer to the edge as Toji groans into your skin. "You're gonna cum all over my cock, arenât you? I can feel how close you areâyou're tightening around me like a fuckinâ vice." His tongue flicks against your bruised neck as he thrusts harder, deeper, dragging you toward that inevitable high with every word, every brutal thrust.
One of his hands slides up, trailing over your collarbone before settling on your neck. His fingers curl around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.
"Think you'll pass out before you cum, angel?" Fear and arousal flood your senses as his hips snap into you with relentless force. âNot that it matters," he sneers, fingers digging into your throat, "Iâd keep fucking you even if you passed out.â
You let out a strained, garbled moan as his grip tightens, cutting off enough air to send a dizzy rush of heat through your body. The room spins, darkening at the edges, every nerve in your body screaming for release as he continues to pound into you. Your walls clench involuntarily, the lack of oxygen making your body betray you, gripping him tighter than ever. His growl vibrates against your throat as he keeps you pinned there, your nails digging into his arms in a futile attempt to ground yourself. The pressure in your lungs and between your legs peaks simultaneously, and before you can fully register it, your body convulses, a sharp wave of pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave.
You feel his smile against your skin, the curve of his lips cruel and beautiful, and when he releases you, youâre already clinging to him again, desperate for the next touch, the next word, the next little scrap of affection he might deign to throw your way.
"F-Fuck, youâre squeezinâ me so goddamn tight. Gonna milk me dry, huh? You want me to fill you up?â His hand fists in your hair, pulling your head back to catch the desperation etched into your flushed face. âSay it,â he demands, his thrusts slowing to deep, deliberate strokes that have tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. âBeg for it. Beg me to cum inside this filthy little pussy.â
âPlease, Toji,â you gasp, âI need itâneed you to fill me up. Please, please, Iâll be so good for you.â
His grin is feral, a dangerous flash of teeth as he buries himself to the hilt one final time, grinding so deep it feels like heâs branding you from the inside out. His breath hitches, then stutters, and you feel the first hot spurt of his release flood you, thick and heavy. He groans low in his throat, his hips jerking uncontrollably as rope after rope of his cum paints your insides, leaving you dripping and full.
âHoly shit,â he pants, his voice ragged as he watches the way your body takes him, the way your cunt tightens greedily around his throbbing cock. âLook at that, dollâstuffed you so full, youâll be leaking for days.â
His thumb drags through the mess pooling where your bodies are joined, smearing it across your sensitive clit in lazy, teasing circles. Youâre sensitive to the point of tears, the aftershocks of your release mingling with the lewd wetness dripping from you, painting a portrait of absolute debauchery.
âYouâre mine, arenât you?â His voice is low, almost uninterested, as if your answer is already a foregone conclusion.
âYes,â you whisper, the words bitter on your tongue, but you canât stop it, canât stop yourself. âIâm yours, Toji. Always.â
As a smirk tugs at Toji's lips, you feel the last, fragile thread of your self-respect snap, leaving nothing but an endless need to please him.
Youâd offer him every piece of yourself, no matter how bruised, no matter how empty.
Toji knows it, of course. Itâs there in the way you cling to him now, arms wrapped tight around his shoulders like ivy curling around a tree trunk. You press your face into his neck and inhale the scent of himâsmoke, sweat, and the faint iron tang of blood from something heâd done earlier tonight. You donât ask. You never do. You just take whatever part of him heâs willing to give you, no matter how small.
He likes that about you.
Itâs in moments like these, when your hands rise to cup his face, that he sees your desperation most clearlyâyour expression soft, almost like that of a forlorn wife. Your gaze falls on the scar that tugs at the corner of his mouth, pulling it into a familiar, crooked smirk. You canât help but lean in to kiss it, gentle and reverent, as if you can soothe whatever pain it once caused.
He never kisses you back. Instead, he lets you fawn over him, his smile widening with every soft press of your lips against his skin. And though he gives you nothing in return, he knows there isnât a single thing youâd deny him.
âTojiâŠâ
You breathe his name like a prayer, but heâs already moving, shifting beneath you as his hands grip your hips. He positions you exactly how he wantsâlegs spread wide over his lap and dress pushed up high enough for the air to skim your bare thighs. A soft whimper escapes your lips as his palm glides up your skin, fingers barely grazing the sensitive flesh.
You arch desperately into him, a silent plea for connectionâlike heâs the only source of warmth, of life, that you know. It's always like this when heâs been gone, the hollow ache of his absence consuming you until you feel like you're falling apart. And when he finally returns, you welcome him with open arms like some devoted priestess at the altar of a cruel god.
âMissed me, huh, angel?â You nod frantically, a pitiful display of obedience.
"I always do," you sigh, the words tumbling from your lips with a raw, aching need that makes you cringe, but you canât stop. Thereâs no pride left in you when it comes to him. There never was. You gave that up the first time he touched you, and now, you wonder if you even remember what it feels like to have boundaries.
Toji's hand slides up the nape, rough fingers curling into your hair as he forces you to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, gleaming with the same predatory sharpness youâve seen so many times before. Thereâs no love there, no tenderness, but when his lips crash into yours and his teeth sink deep enough to draw blood, you convince yourself itâs enough.
âShow me how much,â he murmurs against your mouth, the words slithering into your ear like a command. You freeze, heart stuttering, but you know what he wantsâyou always do. Itâs humiliating, degrading, but youâll do it. Youâd do anything so long as he keeps coming back.
You swallow hard as you slide off him and onto the cold floor. Toji watches you, an amused smirk playing on his lips as you settle between his legs and look up, seeking permission in his eyes.
âGood girl,â he encourages, slowly pushing the waistband of his sweats down and revealing himself to you. His large hand cups the back of your skull, fingers tangling in your hair, while his other hand grips himself, gently tapping his length against your cheek.
âOpen your mouth,â he commands, holding his cock in front of you like an offering. You comply immediately, lips parting in eager submission.
The grip at the back of your skull tightens, forcing your head still as he pushes himself past your lips. His breath hitches as your warm tongue fans along the underside of his shaft. It gently bobs in your mouth, tip hitting your hard palate and making him groan low in his chest. You can feel him twitch, his restraint unravelling with every shallow thrust.
"F-Fuck, I've been holdin' it just for you, angel," he grunts, voice tight as his hips jerk forward, burying himself to the base in your mouth. His hand still cradles the back of your head, keeping you exactly where he wants you.
Its warmth hits first, followed by its sharp, pungent taste. Tears well up in your eyes as the bitter tang of piss floods your mouth and coats your tongue with a horrible saltiness. Tojiâs grip doesnât waverâhe holds you there, keeps you open, and praises you in a low, filthy voice as he lets go, draining himself into your mouth.
âDonât spill any," he says, smiling lazily, urine still dribbling from his tip. You gag, throat constricting as the liquid pools, forcing you to swallow before he pushes you off his cock.
"Show me," he demands, and your pretty mouth gapes open, tongue extended. The sight makes him grin.
âYouâll do anything for me, wonât you?â Toji laughs, fingers threading gently through your hair now, almost like praise. You nod, throat burning, eyes downcast.
He gives a slight tug, urging you to stand, and you comply, legs trembling as you rise. âC'mere," he grins, his hands sliding down to grip your waist. With an easy tug, he pulls you back into his lap, your body flush against his. You can feel your underwear clinging to your skin, soaked through with arousal as his palms roam lower, cupping your ass. You cling to him and inhale deeply, your mind clouding with the familiar scent.
Heat curls in your belly as his hand creeps beneath the hem of your skirt, fingers brushing against the already-damp fabric of your panties. You wonder if he even noticed themâif he thought the delicate lace looked cute against your skin before absentmindedly pushing them aside.
âThis wet already?â His chuckles, his thumb pressing hard against your clit. "Just from drinkin' my piss?"
You open your mouth to protest, to say something, but the words die on your tongue. You canât deny it. You donât even want to.
"Canât resist being my little urinal, can you, angel?" He drags slow, torturous circles against your clit now. Your breath hitches, blood rushing to your cheeks as you rock your hips forward.
âSay it,â he growls. âTell me how much you love being used.â
âI-I love it,â you manage to croak out, your voice trembling and desperate. "I love it when you use me."
Toji hums in approval as his index and middle fingers slip effortlessly past your entrance. âAtta girl,â he purrs, digits curling just right, seeking that spot that makes you squirm.
His thumb keeps steady pressure on your clit, teasing and circling, dragging out your pleasure until you're teetering on the edge. The weight of his hardening cock presses against your inner thigh, thick and insistent, growing harder with each ragged breath you take.
"That's it," he murmurs, voice dark and indulgent as you arch into him in response. "Always so fucking eager for it, arenât you?"
Your breath stutters, thighs trembling as he works you over. You can barely keep up with the intensity of it allâthe stretch of his fingers, the filthy words slipping from his mouth, the overwhelming need to be exactly what he wants.
Your head falls forward, your forehead resting against his chest, and you choke out a desperate moan, your body shuddering with every curl of his digits. âPlease⊠Toji,â you gasp, unable to form anything coherent, just a plea for more, for him to take you apart completely. "Please, I need you inside me," your voice breaks, your hips rocking desperately against his hand. "I canât wait anymore. I need your cock, please."
"That's what I like to hear, angel," Toji says, his grin widening, dark and hungry. His fingers slip from your sopping cunt to find your waist, hauling you up over the head of his cock.
A bead of pre-cum sits at his tip, glistening like a liquid pearl. The sight alone makes your breath hitch, your thighs clenching involuntarily in anticipation. Toji rubs himself over your dripping slit, coating his shaft with your juices as he groans low in his throat.
âSuch a fuckin' mess," he growls, grazing against your clit just to hear you whine. Your hips rock down on their own, desperately trying to take him in, but he holds you just out of reach, that cruel smirk tugging at his lips.
âYouâre so desperate, tryin' to slam that needy pussy onto me," he huffs, thrusting shallowly, just enough to breach you. Your reply is nothing more than a desperate mewl, feeling as he slips deeper, stretching you inch by agonizing inch. Even with just a third of him inside, itâs enough to make your head spin, to make your eyes roll back into your skull with the familiar ache. You can feel every vein, every ridge of his cock dragging against your walls as he slowly presses into you.
âFuck, you always take me so well, angel,â he groans, sinking deeper until he finally bottoms out. Your mind fogs as he holds you there, his cock buried to the hilt and throbbing inside.
âLook at that,â Toji purrs, rough fingertips digging into your waist, guiding your hips as he rocks gently. âSuckinâ me right in like youâre made for this."
His cock moves slowly along your sensitive canal, the wet squelching sound echoing around the room, lewd and shameless. His hands tighten on your hips, pulling you down harder, forcing every last inch inside until your ass is flush against his muscular thighs.
âYou feel that? Feel how deep I am?â he taunts, pulling back just enough to thrust in completely, making you gasp. âI'm kissinâ that sweet little cervix every time I fuck up into you.â
"Mhmm-" you whine, your walls fluttering helplessly around him, begging for more.
His fingers find the hem of your shirt, sliding up your bare torso in one swift motion. The rough pads of his thumbs brush over your nipples as he kneads your soft breasts. âSo fuckinâ perfect,â he groans, voice strained as your tight cunt clenches around him, pulling him deeper with every stroke. âGoddamn, I could fuck you forever, angel.â
Your hands splay over his stomach, feeling the hard planes of his abs flex beneath the fabric of his shirt, grounding you as your world tips over.
You canât imagine anything outside of this moment, outside of himâthe thought of it ending sends a wave of panic through you, your voice breaking into a desperate whimper. âDonât stop,â you beg, your words trembling, pathetic. âPlease⊠donât ever stop. Iâll do anything, Tojiâanything you want. Just keep fucking me. Please.â
He sneers, his eyes boring into yours as his hips slow to a teasing grind, making you whimper in frustration. "Such a needy little slut," he mutters, fingers brushing against your jawline before gripping it firmly, forcing you to look at him. âOpen that pretty mouth for me,â he orders, the rough pad of his thumb pressing against your trembling lips until they part.
His hand moves to your face, thumb brushing over your puffy bottom lip before he spits, saliva dripping onto your tongue. You feel your own saliva trickle down your chin as you obey without hesitation, swallowing with a soft, audible gulp. The taste lingers as heat floods your cheeks.
"F-Fuck, you're such a nasty girlâlettin' me piss, spit, and cum wherever I want," he growls, his lips crashing against your neck, teeth sinking in to leave another mark on your tender skin. His hot breath fans over you as he bites down harder, making you cry out, the sound muffled by his body pressing closer.
The coil in your stomach tightens with every bounce, the friction driving you closer to the edge as Toji groans into your skin. "You're gonna cum all over my cock, arenât you? I can feel how close you areâyou're tightening around me like a fuckinâ vice." His tongue flicks against your bruised neck as he thrusts harder, deeper, dragging you toward that inevitable high with every word, every brutal thrust.
One of his hands slides up, trailing over your collarbone before settling on your neck. His fingers curl around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.
"Think you'll pass out before you cum, angel?" Fear and arousal flood your senses as his hips snap into you with relentless force. âNot that it matters," he sneers, fingers digging into your throat, "Iâd keep fucking you even if you passed out.â
You let out a strained, garbled moan as his grip tightens, cutting off enough air to send a dizzy rush of heat through your body. The room spins, darkening at the edges, every nerve in your body screaming for release as he continues to pound into you. Your walls clench involuntarily, the lack of oxygen making your body betray you, gripping him tighter than ever. His growl vibrates against your throat as he keeps you pinned there, your nails digging into his arms in a futile attempt to ground yourself. The pressure in your lungs and between your legs peaks simultaneously, and before you can fully register it, your body convulses, a sharp wave of pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave.
You feel his smile against your skin, the curve of his lips cruel and beautiful, and when he releases you, youâre already clinging to him again, desperate for the next touch, the next word, the next little scrap of affection he might deign to throw your way.
"F-Fuck, youâre squeezinâ me so goddamn tight. Gonna milk me dry, huh? You want me to fill you up?â His hand fists in your hair, pulling your head back to catch the desperation etched into your flushed face. âSay it,â he demands, his thrusts slowing to deep, deliberate strokes that have tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. âBeg for it. Beg me to cum inside this filthy little pussy.â
âPlease, Toji,â you gasp, âI need itâneed you to fill me up. Please, please, Iâll be so good for you.â
His grin is feral, a dangerous flash of teeth as he buries himself to the hilt one final time, grinding so deep it feels like heâs branding you from the inside out. His breath hitches, then stutters, and you feel the first hot spurt of his release flood you, thick and heavy. He groans low in his throat, his hips jerking uncontrollably as rope after rope of his cum paints your insides, leaving you dripping and full.
âHoly shit,â he pants, his voice ragged as he watches the way your body takes him, the way your cunt tightens greedily around his throbbing cock. âLook at that, dollâstuffed you so full, youâll be leaking for days.â
His thumb drags through the mess pooling where your bodies are joined, smearing it across your sensitive clit in lazy, teasing circles. Youâre sensitive to the point of tears, the aftershocks of your release mingling with the lewd wetness dripping from you, painting a portrait of absolute debauchery.
âYouâre mine, arenât you?â His voice is low, almost uninterested, as if your answer is already a foregone conclusion.
âYes,â you whisper, the words bitter on your tongue, but you canât stop it, canât stop yourself. âIâm yours, Toji. Always.â
As a smirk tugs at Toji's lips, you feel the last, fragile thread of your self-respect snap, leaving nothing but an endless need to please him.
Youâd offer him every piece of yourself, no matter how bruised, no matter how empty.
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Description of Violence
Rating: R18 // MDNI
  Itâs been a while since the last time you went out, hasnât it? You were oh so excited to revisit your favorite night club with your girl-friends, let loose finally. Yet here you were, completely alone, freezing your butt off in a line to a remarkably sketchy place. Â
  Of course you didnât blame your friends for what they couldnât control, family, work⊠The reason you yourself were such a recluse lately is your workload. Even without the company of your besties you decided to not waste the rare free night you had.Â
   The line moved quickly and soon it was your turn. You pulled your driver's license in advance, but the tall man working the door just ushered you inside without as much as a glance at it, or you as a whole, for that matter.Â
  As you walked through the hallway to the bustling club, your bitterness at being alone eased up a bit. The chaotic atmosphere of the dancefloor felt like a warm embrace, soon you were sitting at a small table with one chair, a pink slushy drink, topped off with a cherry and a pineapple slice on a skewer, in hand. You relaxed and your confidence came back the more tipsy you got. Your eyes traveled around the room, scoping your surroundings, almost involuntarily, following the swirling, flashing lights.Â
  Wait a minute!
   Your gaze caught on one spot, like a sleeve catching on a door handle, your mind snapped back to full alertness from the recoil.Â
   What, or rather who, caught your attention were two men sitting a bit away. They stuck out like a sore thumb: the man on the right was wearing an all white 3-piece suit, long platinum blonde hair reaching his pectorals, arms crossed, holding a cigar in a white gloved hand. The man to the left was the complete opposite: shaggy, pitch black hair was sticking out from under a beanie, reaching a bit lower than his jawline. The hat bolstered an image of a rolled back eye right in the middle, sitting in such a way that made it look like the tan young man had 3 eyes. He was wearing an oddly neat, dark tracksuit, gesticulating wildly while explaining something to his companion, similarly having his hands covered by white cotton gloves. His wildly expressive face was made even more eye-catching by the glinting piercings hanging on his lower lip, nose, and cheek.
   You hadnât realized how long you had actually been staring until the âthree-eyedâ gaze of one of the men had met yours. Your eyes snapped back to your drink, its slushy texture now melting, your face turning shamefully red at your own absent-minded lack of manners.Â
   You involuntarily glanced back up at the table you had stared at so rudely, in those few seconds you managed to witness the âtriple-eyedâ man get up and turn toward your table as his white-clad companion rubbed the bridge of his nose and shook his head in obvious frustration and disapproval.Â
  Mortified, your gaze once again snapped to your drink. Suddenly all the confidence you had, melted just like the crushed ice in your drink.
  As the man approached your table you could see more of his features: the two golden rings on his lower lip; long, slim face; bright, amber eyes and the strikingly sharp, toothy grin.Â
  The first thought that popped into your head at the sight was: âFuck! Shit! Heâs so goddamn hot!â
  However, your nervousness and the thoughts of the manâs physical appeal were crushed as fast as they appeared:
  âAye bish, ya must be a real damn whore starinâ me n my bro down like dat!â
  âHuh-â
  You didnât even have enough time to be properly confused.
  âWith yer whole tits out too! Damn! Ya know how to get a guy gowinâ!â
  Your naive hopes of bringing a hot, mysterious guy back home with you were crushed like a dry autumn leaf. You let out a long sigh.Â
  âIs that your idea of a pickup lineâŠ?â
  Your expression changed from embarrassment to that of unconcealed, unadulterated annoyance.Â
   âSeriously dude, what the fuck.â
  The man pulled up a chair to your table, leaning on his gloved hands. Being this close to him you could smell him: a combination of warm musk, tobacco smoke, alcohol and a thick smell ofâŠcopper? Odd.
  âAw, come awnnn, donât b such a bish, I kno how to take care of a nice piece oâ ass like ya!â
  âOh, ya, tha nameâs Jan Valentine, donâcha forget it, shuga-tits!â
  You rolled your eyes, looking past Jan, catching a glimpse of his⊠Brother? Friend? He was still sitting at their table, lighting up another cigar, staring daggers into Janâs back. You figured that this was a common occurrence, probably ending too often with Jan getting a drink splashed in his face.Â
  âI thought tourists are supposed to at least try to be polite to locals, no?â
  âBold oâ ya to assume I ainât live here! And who gives a fuck, chix like confident guys like me, ya?â
  âHow many women have actually been convinced by this?â
  âAye, I ainât said nun âbout âconvincingâ noone, shuga-tits~â
  Jan grabbed your face and pulled it towards himself as he said that. Your eyes were transfixed to his. Being this close to Janâs face, that odd coppery smell⊠slowly, your annoyance started to change into primal fear. Looking into the amber eyes of this stranger, not being able to move as much as your eyes, it felt like staring down a lion.
  âHow âbout I getcha sumthing to drink, ya? That lil kiddie drink ya have is all water now! Hahahahahahah!â
   Jan looked like a hungry animal staring at your face as he asked, his grip on your face tightening as a barely veiled threat.Â
  Your brain scrambled for a way out and⊠Yes! Thatâs it! You nodded meekly and Jan let go of you reluctantly.Â
  âYeah, you know, maybe you are starting to convince me⊠Feel free to get me whatever it is you would consider not a âkiddie drinkâ. I gotta go powder my nose.â
  You got up from your chair, trying not to seem too eager to leave, playing into the âslutâ role Jan wanted out of you the best you could.Â
  Thatâs it. Thatâs it, girl. You would go into the bathroom now, and try to find a⊠a⊠an emergency exit, or⊠or maybe a window⊠a staff exit⊠maybe youâll ask for help. Youâll figure it out. Just, stay calm, this is fine. Yes, youâre fine.
  Before you could take even a step away, Jan once again grabbed you, intimidatingly hard.
  âDonât go runninâ off now, lil whore, ya hear me?â
  âPfft, wouldnât dream of it, Mr. Valentine~â
  You perked up your butt and craned your head a bit, trying to reassure Jan that you are definitely not going to run. The âtriple-eyedâ man finally let go of your wrist, and you gave him one last reassuring wink as you walked towards the womenâs bathroom.Â
  The fight or flight had eased the closer you got to the safety of the bathroom. It was surprisingly empty, considering how packed the club was, you couldnât see any exits on the way here, only a door leading behind the same bar where you had ordered that silly âkiddie drinkâ earlier this evening. You exhaled with relief as you saw the frosted glass window in the corner of the dingy bathroom. It was a bit small and high up, but you didnât want to waste any precious time. You perched yourself up on a sink, placing your hands on the edge of the window now open to the biting cold of the October night. You pushed your body up, placing one of your knees in the frame. The moment your other leg reached the window cill, you hastily threw yourself over the edge, the space between the ground floor window and the pavement was nothing to you compared to the space you needed to put between yourself and that three-eyed beast⊠and CRACK! Your feet hit the ground without a modicum of grace. Pain shot up through your body, that wasnât the sound of bone, but one of the heels of your sandals breaking off, along with the ankle it was on twisting painfully. The adrenaline in your blood dulled the pain only slightly, but you had to get going. Going the same way you came here wasnât an option, you knew those ember eyes would spot you immediately through the large windows covering the front of the establishment. You would walk through the back alleys for a few blocks, before turning onto a main street just in time to duck into the metro. The fact that you left your coat on the chair in the club was catching up to you, as you composed yourself again the chill of the air bit into your bare shoulders. It's worth it. Something as silly as a cheap faux leather jacket was nothing if it meant getting away from Jan.Â
  You walked briskly, as briskly as you could with the painfully twisted ankle and a broken heel, down the poorly lit alley that led away from Jan and towards your salvation. Every noise put you on edge, making you push yourself to walk faster and faster, soon breaking into a limping sprint, blood rushing to your ears. Fuck. Your twisted ankle gave out and the ground briefly disappeared from under you, before your palms and knees slammed into the sandpapery pavement, harshly repositioning your body in the world.
  âHAHAHAHAHIKUDIAHAHAHJAJAHâ
  The familiar hyena-like laugh came from behind you.
  âAaaah, ya stupid fuckinâ cunt! Ya dumb whore!â
  You tried to rise to your feet, but felt a kick to your back, a heavy foot pinning you back to ground, now your face stinging the same way that your knees and palms stung.Â
  âYer fuckinâ pathetic! Ya thought that ya could keep me from that sweet ass? I gotta say, tâwas pretty fuckinâ funny watching ya run in dat slutty lil dress, yer boobs jiggle pretty nice HAHAHAHHAHAHA!â
  The foot flipped your now limp body onto your back. Jan towered above you, his boot firmly planted firmly on your chest, keeping you from even trying to get up. He pulled out a pack of cigars, biting the end off of one of the cigars and spitting it out straight into your face, before lighting it up.Â
  âFuuuuuck, seeing ya like dat is makinâ me real fuckinâ hard, bitch!â
  He wasnât lying, tears started to roll down your face as you watched his pants bulge. You suddenly felt incredibly exposed as your bare thighs splayed across the ground, your nipples hardening as a reaction to the freezing air, your barely covered chest heaving under Janâs boot.
  Suddenly the weight on your chest lifted and Jan delivered a hard kick to your side, making you curl up in a ball. Jan quickly flattened your body to its previous position, shifting even more of his weight onto you, leaning closer.
  âYa better nawt try ta run again ya whore, cuz when I getâcha the second time yaâll like it even less than what's imma do now.â
  He punctuated his sentence by blowing a thick cloud of cigar smoke in your face. You didnât know what Jan was but you knew that he was not human in the slightest.
   Jan saw the utter defeat in your eyes and removed his foot from you, only to pick you up by the hair with one hand, like you weighed nothing. Your face contorted in fear as he brought his face down to your neck, lingering there, smelling your skin, before licking it excruciatingly slowly. Nibbling on it gently to let you feel his razor sharp canines. To give you time to feel utter terror and defeat.Â
   Your terror-trance state was tactlessly broken by the sudden burning pain of Jan putting out what is left of his cigar on the still wet, tender part of your neck. Before you could start to scream Jan put a hand over your mouth, squeezing your face so hard, it made the way he had held it in the bar seem almost tender .
  âAh-ah, bitch, no screaminâ âless ya want me to crush yer skull like a fuckinâ beer can~â
  You got the message alright. What would have been a scream turned into quiet sobbing.
   âAw, fuckitt, broâs not here to lecture me âbout makinâ a mess, the hell am I doinâ holdinâ back?!â
   Jan tactlessly threw your limp body back to the ground, you shrunk back towards the wall as the three eyed beast untucked himself from the waistband of his pants and underwear. Your cheeks involuntarily flush red as your gaze is fixed to Janâs dick. It's slim, long, and makes you so very afraid. From the ground Jan truly looks like a beast, as his eyes meet yours he canât hold back a hyena-like chuckle.
  With one swift move Jan tears open your dress, you can feel his eyes wandering up and down your naked body as he finishes destroying any modesty you had left by snapping off your panties.
  âOooh, Iâll fuck ya right up! Yer gonna be a fuckinâ mess when Iâm done, ya whoreâŠâ
  Jan grabbed one of your breasts, almost strongly enough to tear it off, you can only squeal and sob. He once again brings his face to your neck, but this time with none of the calculation and decorum and just as he bites down he unceremoniously inserts himself inside you, your screams only suppressed by Jan squeezing a hand over your mouth.
  âDamn, bitch, yer tighter than I expected! Yer a fucking virgin or what? Aaaah, who gives a fuck! That shitâs so tite I might have ta keep ya for a few more uses AHAHAHHAHAH!â
  You now knew where that copper smell on Jan came from. That same smell hit your nostrils harder than ever before. Your own blood ran down from your neck, the warmth of it hitting your freezing skin sent shivers up and down your body. Is it the blood loss? The cold? The alcohol maybe? Your mind started to swim, none of this felt truly real anymore.Â
  You hadnât noticed Jan was sucking on the bleeding wound in your neck until he pulled away, facing you, his face covered in your still hot blood, dripping it all over your limp, exposed body. His dick was all the way inside you, painfully pushing on the entrance of your uterus. Before you could even realize that he still hasnât moved, Jan suddenly and painfully yanked you almost all the way off himself, only leaving the tip inside. He slowly hunched over, closer to the spot where your bodies were still joined and let a mouthful of your blood spill and coat both his dick and your painfully throbbing cunt.
  âAh, fuck, datâs better!â
   So that is why he has been so quiet.
   âShiet, seeing yer pathetic ass all bloody like dat is makinâ me wanna fuck till yer guts are on tha outside oâya HAHAHHAHAHAH!â
    As Jan laughed he grabbed your waist, squeezing it almost hard enough to make you vomit. He slid your body up and down his dick like a fleshlight, painfully hitting your uterus each time. You clawed at his forearms and kicked at him with all the power you had left, but the intensity and pace of Janâs thrusts made it clear that he didnât even notice your desperate attempts to get free. All you could do is whimper and sob pathetically while your cunt was violated by this monster.Â
  Your mind grasped desperately at anything in your surroundings that made sense, anything that wasnât Jan. His smell; the image of his panting body; his âFuck Yeahâs and animal like grunts; the squealching, wet noise of his dick sliding in and out of you, lubricated by your own sticky blood; and most disturbingly: how good you felt. Your cries of pain melted into lewd moans. This is it, your mind could not grapple with the torture your body was going through, like the feeling of being boiling hot that comes over you right before you succumb to hypothermia, you were quivering with paradoxical pleasure at each excruciatingly painful thrust.
  âHAHAHAHAHAH ya pathetic whore! Yer fucking suckinâ me in real goddam good! Yer moaning like a total fuckinâ slut too! Is dat Valentine dick that fuckin good it made ya go stupid?â
  Jan laughed at your braindead self, clinging to him for your life, like it was the funniest goddamn thing he has ever seen. I mean, it might as well have been. Your face buried in the shoulder of the man raping you, legs twiching while the lewd mixture of blood and pussy juice dripped from between them.
   âHa, fuck, dis gonna be the best nut I had in a dam loooong time! Fuck, fuck⊠I canât wait ta fill yer fucking cuntâŠâ
   Janâs voice was growing more breathy, his pace more erratic.Â
   âAh-h ha please- please please I- please I wannaâŠâ
   You desperately tried to form some kind of words, say something, but now you didnât even know what you wanted to say.Â
   âFuuuck, ya can speak? I damn near forgot, bitch!â
   Janâs voice sounded less sharp now, tho still dripping with disrespect and sarcasm as always. He bit down on your shoulder, almost tearing out a chunk of flesh, and painfully shoved himself all the way in once again as he came, pulling out his softening dick as your consciousness faded to black.
   âHm? Are you really planning on keeping this one?â
   âAre ya fuckinâ serious bro? Thatâd be a crazy fuckin waste of pussy nawt ta bust in dat âtleast few more times!â
