Imagine getting split up in a haunted house with your friends. It starts off with the typical jumpscares as the actors do their job well.
You're wondering down a smoke filled hall full of flashing led lights. Fake blood is smeared on the walls and cobwebs are on the ceiling. You're still giggling from the way your friend shrieked the moment you all stepped in.
Looking around, you shuddered a little bit as you walked past a guy in clown makeup lying on the floor with a slash across his chest, blood pouring around him. Practical effects are getting so realistic these days, you thought to yourself.
You're so distracted as cheesy horror music still plays in the background that you don't notice a tall figure standing there until you run into them.
Tilting your head back, your eyes go wide as you see a man in a mask towering over you.
"Sorry." You smiled awkwardly as you took a step back to get away, and you see he's wearing black jeans, a white wife beater splattered in red, and holding on to what (you hope) is a fake axe. He easily towers over you.
The man stays silent, making the atmosphere feel more tense. He's tall and muscular, and you can only see his eyes peaking down at you from underneath the mask. He definitely fit the role of a haunt actor.
"Wow." You laughed nervously as you stepped to the side. "You're like, really in character, huh?"
The man stays silent as he turns and watches you rush past him, and you swear you can hear him chuckle as you turn the corner.
Chills ran down your spine as you started to wander around, feeling like someone was watching you, but every time you turned around to check, nobody was there. Frustration started to build up as you hut nothing but dead ends.
Sure, it was fun at first, with the occasional jumpscare popping out at you that would make flinch, then laugh at yourself for letting it get to you. But your phone had no reception and you were losing track of time.
This was getting ridiculous, you thought to yourself as you looked around for someone to ask for help to get out of there. You hoped your friends were having a better time than you were.
Once you reached the next dead end, you nearly screamed in frustration, ready to yank your hair out until you saw the same masked man from the corner of your eye.
"Okay." You sighed as you walked over to him. "Haha, you got me. Can you please help me get out of here now?"
The man stays silent, but his eyes are trained on you as he lowers his head to look down at you.
You rolled your eyes as he stayed in character, watching the blood drip off of the axe he was casually holding onto.
It wasn't until you got closer to him that the heavy metallic scent hit you. A chill ran down your spine, true terror running through your veins as you looked down at his weapon, noticing how sharp it really was. A real weapon, not allowed in haunts like this one.
Suddenly, the fun little jumpscares weren't so fun anymore. This man wasn't a haunt actor at all.
Your face paled as you remembered the dead clown that you'd passed by earlier. The actor that would've been the one to scare you a few times before helping you reunite with your friends at the exit. But he was really dead.
And now you were stuck here with him. An actual killer.
As if reading your thoughts, he grabbed your chin and pulled you against him. You were shaking as he leaned down, lowering his head to whisper in your ear.
"Run." He growled lowly before letting go of your chin and stepping back.
You didn't have to be told twice, immediately running away from him.
Suddenly, the smoke felt too heavy, the music was too loud, the deep red led lights that filled the rooms only added to your terror, and the animatronics they had to jump out at you only made you more overwhelmed.
You were nearly ready to cry as you turned around and saw the masked man casually walking towards you in typical horror movie slasher style.
Then you heard the sound of distant laughter. It sounded like your friends chatting with each other.
A wave of hope went through you as you ran over to the wall and started banging against it, screaming at the top of your lungs.
"Help!" You yelled out as loud as you could as you slapped your hands against the walls. "Please, help! He-"
You shrieked as a hand suddenly grabbed ahold of your hair and pushed you onto the cold ground.
The masked man throws his axe to the side as he climbs on top of you, making you look into his eyes.
He laughs wickedly, pressing himself against you as he tightens his grip on your hair. You screamed and cried, trying to push him off you as you feel his hard on rub against your thigh, cock straining against his jeans.
"Scream all you want." He grinned as he pulled his mask up, feeling his breath fanning against your lips. "Everyone will think it's all part of the show."
You know something's a lil off about him, but you always try to push it down because he's the best boyfriend you've ever had.
He showers you with gifts, praises you, and listens to your struggles without judgment. Some might say you two have the best relationship.
So, of course you don't realize when people suddenly start withdrawing from you. How their eyes widen in fear when they see your man because you're the only one who doesn't see how dangerous he truly is.
You think it's cute when he gets jealous. When you talk to your friends and he snakes his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as he waits for you to pay attention to him again.
And when he gets you alone and tilts your chin back, telling you how you're his and he'll never let anyone take you away from him.
Of course there's times you start seeing the signs something's not quiet right, but one kiss and all your worries seem to melt away.
Your boyfriend would never harm you. But the same can't be said about anyone else.
Thinking about having a toxic relationship with your yan. Knowing that you should run away and never look back. But the way he makes you feel is something no other person can replicate, and he knows this.
It's addicting, the way he knows you so well. The small things that he knows will get to you. Remembering your favorite movie and show. Your go to take out order. Your guilty pleasures that he doesn't judge you for.
And he knows your body so well that he knows all the right buttons to push, how hard or slow to go for you to scream and cry with pleasure and make you come undone.
He's so close to being the perfect man for you. If he hadn't gotten so possessive over you before you became more than just friends with benefits. Or if he didn't hate when you showed attention to anyone else, even friends that you've been close to long before you even met him. Not to mention how pushy he gets for you to move in with him after just a few months of being together.
Because of that, fights with him were often. Why did you look at that guy at the store for too long? Who were you just texting? Let him see your phone. Why didn't you respond to him? Why do you have to leave? Just stay with him.
If you do leave or try and break things off, he uses all the excuses for you to come back. That he misses you. He can't live without you. Even just the classic you forgot something at his place.
You go back despite your friends begging you not to. Terrified that one day they'll see you on a missing person's poster and they'll never see you again.
Worst of all, you know they have a reason to worry.
You know the things he says during fights are true. He wants to lock you away and throw away the fucking key. He wants to bash any other person who even looks at you wrongs head in until they're an unrecognizable mess on the side of the road. That you belong to him. That he knows how he feels isn't healthy. He just loves you so much that he just doesn't care.
Then once you're done screaming at him, telling him that you're done, you hate him and never want to see him again. That all your friends and family were right about him, he grabs you and pulls you into an aggressive, passion filled kiss that always leads to your clothes being ripped off of you.
And after a night filled with rough hate sex, covered in marks and bruises, he gently pulls you into his arms. He kisses your cheek, softly apologizing for going too far. He buys you gifts the next day as well. Expensive jewelry and even the cute little plush that you've been wanting from the store.
He swears that he'll never do it again. Confesses that he just loves you so much that sometimes he can't help but snap. And you melt right into his sweet words, thinking that maybe it is okay for someone to love you the way he does when he makes you feel like the most special girl in the world even after hurting you.
When you tell him that you love him too, he knows he has you exactly where he wants you. Right by his side. Even if it winds up destroying you both.
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BNHA: Keigo, Dabi, Natsuo, Aizawa, Kirishima
JJK: Choso, Geto, Gojo, Nanami
Tokyo Revengers: Mikey, Izana, Kazutora, Nahoya, Ran, Sanzu, Hanma
Imagine planning a scene with your boyfriend to live out a spicy fantasy of getting chased through the woods by a psycho killer, but it becomes more realistic than you expected. <3
“Wow, you're really into it, I wasn't expecting this.”
You smiled as your boyfriend crossed his arms and quietly tilted his head as he observed you. A chill of excitement went through you at his silence. He really was in character.
Dressed head and toe in all black, wearing a Ghostface mask, holding a sharp knife in his leather gloved hand.
Just as you had planned.
He stepped towards you and raised the knife up like he was about to stab you. But you weren't scared at all. You laughed and put your hands up in mock surrender.
“I know, I know how this works. I'll run, and you come find me.”
You smiled as you stepped closer to him, putting your hand on his hard chest and tilted your head.
“Wow, you've been working out more, haven't you?”
You giggled as he gave you a silent nod in response. You tilted your head as you playfully ran your hand down his stomach, stopping just before you got any lower, teasing him.
“So, what do you say? Give me a five second head start?”
You were delighted when he stepped back, like he was giving you the invitation to go. You reached out and gave him a kiss, staining the white plastic with your lipstick before you took off into the woods.
Every little sound caused your heart to race in your chest. You continued to look behind your back, a thrill running down your spine each time you did.
Finally after weaving around for a few minutes, you finally decided to hide behind a thick tree, squatting behind it.
You leaned back against it, excited as your mind raced with a bunch of different scenarios.
Would he push you down and rip your clothes off? Wrap his gloved hand around your throat and mercilessly fuck you no matter how much you begged?
A shiver ran down your spine as you thought about all your desires being filled once he caught you. Your thoughts were cut off as your phone buzzed with a message notification.
You were smiling as you looked down at your phone, thinking it was one of your friends texting you. You couldn't wait to tell them all about this, you thought to yourself.
Your blood ran cold as a message popped up from your boyfriend.
Sorry I'm running late, babe. Know you were excited but work kicked my ass today. Love you.
If that wasn't your boyfriend, who was the man in that mask? Your hand started trembling, a genuine wave of fear went through you.
This wasn't fun anymore. Looking around, you quickly clicked on the call button and pressed call, waiting for him to come and help you.
Your boyfriend picked up after a few rings, but you weren't able to speak. You yelped as you were roughly yanked up, making you drop your phone on the forest ground as you were pulled into a stranger's arms.
You tilted your head back as you looked at him, noticing he was wearing the same Ghostface mask with your kiss mark on it.
His gloved hand clasped across your mouth before you could scream, dragging you deeper into the woods as your boyfriend called out your name through your abandoned phone.
Shuji ordering around a model, telling her to bend more, arch more, show that ass more… I think you’ve awakened something in me
Tw: abuse of power, hint of noncon at the end, fem reader.
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"Come on, sweetheart. Stop being so modest." Shuji drawled out, lazily leaning back against the wall with his camera in his hands.
You huffed in annoyance, getting out of the position you were in and crossed your arms, standing in front of a white backdrop. "You're really calling me modest in this outfit?"
He sighed, shaking his head in faux disappointment. He set his camera on the tripod before he walked over to you as he spoke, sneakily pressing the record button as he went by.
"Anyone can. You look like a fish out of water. You're too innocent. You have a pretty face, but that's not the only thing people wanna see. I'm just trying to help you out here."
You narrowed your eyes at him, stepping back when he got closer to you. He was the worst. First, he made you change into a ridiculously revealing outfit. Then he made you get into provocative poses, but none of them were ever good enough for him. You were sick of it.
"If I knew that this was how it was going to be, I'd have never accepted this gig." You snapped at him.
Shuji smirked. "Oh, come on. Don't you want to be one of those models you see in all those little magazines?" He asked, circling around you like a lion sizing up its prey.
You hesitantly nodded your head as he reached out and grabbed a strand of your hair before he tugged on it. Your stomach churned as you eyed the tattoos on his hands.
"Good girl. I'm just helping, you know. You should get used to this." He stopped behind you and grabbed your waist. "This is what you signed up for the moment you stepped in here."
He chuckled darkly when you whimpered as his hands ran up and down the curves of your body. His breath was hot and heavy on your neck as he pressed himself against you, forcing you to feel the bulge in his pants.
You gasped, your back against his hard chest as he reached down and started tugging the little dress he'd put you in off, his other hand wrapping around your neck.
"Don't worry, baby. By the time I'm done with you, the whole world is gonna know your name."
Something about forced kissing that just hits everytime for me. Like the intimacy of it, especially after doing something so utterly horrifying just moments before, you know??
Your haunted house story has me feeling feral- knowing my friends if they saw me being fucked by a “haunt actor” they’d assume I was just whoring around, so pour one out for me probably dying in that scenario, but the idea of him just plowing away even if other patrons start to walk by, or see. Like would he kill them or not even bother stopping… 💛
Ngl my friends would think the same thing 😭
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So I can see it being one of those 18+ attractions where the actors can get hands-on and you have to sign a waver to get in, so not many people would be too surprised if they walked past and saw someone getting freaky on the floor lmao
But there's a bonus! He wouldn't kill your friends or anybody, really. Only if they see that something's wrong and try and pull him away from you. Then you'd have to try and pull him back as he grabs his axe, swearing you'll do anything as long as he doesn't kill them.
He'd be smug as hell about if nobody stops him, though. Smiling at you as he mockingly wipes away your tears and leans in close to you as he speaks, his other hand covering your mouth so your muffled screams sound even more like moans.
"Look at that. Even your friends know that you belong to me now."
And he wouldn't kill you!! He'd never kill his favorite victim <3. He'd only threaten to. Telling you how it would be such a shame if he had to cut open your pretty neck if you don't kiss him or say whatever you want him to.
He'd be super degrading too, taunting you for coming undone despite knowing that he's a killer, how your fear has only made you clench around him tighter. How you must be as twisted as him if you're really about to cum too since you know he wouldn't think twice about killing anyone you care about (like he doesn't know exactly what it takes to get you to hehe).
Just playing mind games to fuck with your head so by the time he's finished you're basically clinging onto him when he picks you up and takes you away with him, too shaken up to try and fight back or get help.
And by the time people discover what actually happened at the haunted house, it's too late. You're stuck with him now. 🥺
🤤 imagine telling a yandere you have a high sex drive and suddenly they’re constantly bending you over and taking you throughout the day.
(I’ve got a thing for slightly noncon to con situations so in my head I imagine it being like you confide in a friend not knowing they’re obsessed and suddenly they’re offering to satisfy you because you drive them CRAZY, they could go all day long for you, and you turn them down because y’all are friends but it’s like they didn’t even hear you say no because next thing you know you’re pulled into their lap, bouncing on their lap and struggling not to scream and draw attention to the fact they are fucking you SO much better than you imagined they would. They keep going- it’s constant, every free moment they have you cumming on their cock over and over and eventually you can’t deny how good it feels)
Oooh girl the way I thought of Gojo automatically.
Like I can see him being one of your besties (with you having no clue how obsessed he is with you hehe). And you're casually talking about things and of course you both get to talking about your sex lives.
Of course he gets into the details, wanting to make you both jealous and see how much of a good lover that he is.
Then, when he sees you get all flustered, he gets so excited when you sheepishly admit that you have a high sex drive and have never had anyone able to keep up with you.
He doesn't waste any time moving closer to you, running his hand up your thigh and telling you about how he can "help you with that." But when you immediately push him away and try and tell him that you don't see him that way, that he's just a friend, he snaps and pounces on you.
It all happens so fast. One minute, you're snapping at him to stop, to get off of you. The next you're cumming harder than you ever have in your life and you're clinging onto him begging for more.
