#tw noncon

[barewingthin]

i want you to fuck my asshole, make me cry and beg you to take it out as you force yourself further into it

i just want you to force yourself in the most painful way in me without any care about my wellbeing, when you’re done maybe fill me with your cum and piss then plug me for the rest of the night ♡

[nymphaemisery]

Warnings: noncon, mdni, cumming inside, unprotected p in v, cervix kissing, yandere, emotional manipulation, coercion, guilt-tripping, dd:dne, if you're uncomfortable with such content, filter the tags or block my blog, stay safe!

Yandere Boyfriend! who would noncon you over and over again, apologizing everytime and promising you that he won't do it again.

Of course, he doesn't mean it.

He feels sorry for hurting you, but he doesn't like it when you push him away, something inside him snaps everytime you deny him, he loses all control.

What do you mean you're not in the mood? Do you not love him?

What do you mean you got your period? It doesn't matter, you're saying it because you hate him right?

It hurts? Well guess what? It hurts him more because you're denying him of the ultimate act of love!

He doesn't like it at all.

So before anything else can leave your mouth, he's already intruding into your hole, burying his cock inch by inch, raw. You could feel the way it uncomfortably stretches you, the burning sensation escalating with every thrust.

Your cunt contracts around his cock as he growls into your ear, small gasps escaping his mouth as he fucks you deeply, his tip slamming against your cervix.

It's painful, it hurts, it burns.

Tears escape your eyes at the sensation, just waiting for him to be done with you. He licks your tears away, dragging his wet tongue across your cheek before pressing a kiss to your mouth.

His other hand dips down between your legs, finding your clit and rubbing circles on it to make it feel good for you too.

One thing about him is that he will always make sure you get to finish too. Is he an extremely selfish person? Yes, but not when it comes to this, he mainly does this because he loves the way your walls contract and flutter around him.

This is also usually the time the anger and everything dissipates, he comes back to his senses and feels guilty when he notices your painful expression, he begins to panic, but his hips don't stop moving, in fact, they speed up.

“i'm sorry— mhm fuck—!” The obscene sound of skin slapping continues to echo in the air. “I'm sorry baby, I dont— I don't like doing this! Please— oh fuck fuck— please forgive me.” He begs, all while his fingers work faster around your clit. He leans down, sucking on your tits.

It doesn't take long for you to finish, especially after he's basically forcing an orgasm out of you by stimulating you.

“I— please forgive me darling, i wont do it again— I lost control, I'm so sorry, I promise, please please please please.” He cries out gasping when he feels your cunt clench and contract around him. His hips piston and drill into your cunt sloppily, a tell-tale sign that he's near, and as if on cue, he cums.

He empties himself deep inside you, ropes of cum directly shooting against your cervix, while he rides his orgasm out and not long after collapses on top of you.

He switches positions, pulling you against him as he cuddles you, arm wrapped around your head and one gently patting your back as he assures you, calming your shaking and crying form.

“I'm sorry baby, it must've been scary right? I don't know what came over me.. it just happened. Please don't hate me. Please. Please.” His voice cracks, genuine emotion coating his words.

“I'm really sorry okay? I try not to, but I just can't—” He sniffs, before reaching down and burying his face into your neck, as if he is the one that needs comfort. “—just can't help myself, I promise I won't do it again. You'll forgive me right? Please.” His voice is muffled, but still clear and you could hear the guilt.

Of course, you forgive him.

You have to, you don't have any other choice, because if you don't— he'll get mad again.

This is the 4th time it happened this week alone, and it's only Wednesday.

You don't have a choice at all, you lost the freedom to have it ever since the day you decided to start dating him.

— yuta okkotsu, izuku midoriya, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, gojo satoru, choso kamo + your fave, feel free to imagine any chara you want!

characters mentioned above are obviously aged up!

do not normalize or romanticize dark content irl.

[monstersmutconnoisseur]

Hare Hybrid Who Finds You During His Rut

Tw: noncon, breeding kink, kidnapping

Masterlist

You are walking through the woods near his home when he flies up behind you, grabbing you and pulling you back to his home.

He doesn't take his time, ripping your clothes off of you. He rubs your clit, holding you down until it's too much for you. After he makes you come, he flips you around.

He positions you to stick your ass in the air, pushing your head into his nest. He doesn't give you any time to adjust, lining himself up with you. He thrusts himself into you, his hips moving at an unimaginable speed. You can't react, other than lying there and taking it all.

"I can't believe a human walked into my territory while I'm rutting. This must be fate. You'll be my little mate.” He thrusts into you harder now, movement becoming more frantic and sloppy.

“We’ll have so many kits soon. Your stomach will swell with them, and you'll be asking to do this every night soon.” He puts more weight on you, his arms on either side of you, trapping you in.

With one last thrust, he pushes himself into you hard, his cock pulsing as he comes. His whole body shakes slightly as he comes down from his high. He pulls himself out of you, his erect cock hitting his gray fur.

Your pussy throbs from being used, his semen leaking out of it. He notices this and pushes his fingers inside of you, encouraging it back in. “You will have my kits, mate. Sooner or later.”

[casuallyanidiot]

Some more good Ole Yandere Nerd

Tw. Noncon/Dubcon, kidnapping, invasion of privacy, fisting, yandere

Yandere Nerd who fucks you so frequently in so many different ways that he jokingly starts to collect data on it.

"You've cum 23 times this week without penetration. We can definitely raise that by this time next!"

He keeps neatly color coordinated graphs and charts of the amount of times you'd had sex with him, how many times you came, what different types of toys and kinks you seemed to like the most, and more. He'd write thousand word research essays on the topic while fucking your face under the table. He'd look down through fogged glasses and make sure you'd swallow before he got the motivation to continue on for the next few pages.

It's almost impressive how well organized he keeps track of everything.

Yandere Nerd who explains what he's working on like he's talking to a dumb dog.

"You see, it's quite interesting to find that there's no significant difference between how much you cum from when I spank you versus no spanking when I play with your ass. I think we need to repeat this at least 30 times each to see if there's any further development."

You never imagined that dirty talk could be so dull. Though, he probably wasn't trying to turn you on using anything other than brute force, sheer, will, and a closet worth of sex toys.

Yandere Nerd who likes to stretch you out on increasingly bigger and bigger toys.

His cock definitely is not the size of his fucking arm, but it's not even about his pleasure at this point. He just likes seeing you all whiny and sobbing while begging him to take his fist out of your poor, abused hole. He won't listen at all! How mean :( . In fact, he'd probably measure how large your stretched out entrance gapes after every session and then time how long it would take for your quivering form to go somewhat back to normal.

Yandere Nerd while, mid fuck, suddenly decides to share the good news with you.

"The paper I wrote on you got accepted into a journal!"

How that fucking happened, you don't know, but all of a sudden detailed descriptions of how often you cum on a daily basis were suddenly up for anyone to see. You ended up crying when you read the journal, too humiliated to feel anything but anger and utter embarrassment. He rubs soothing circles into your back while trying to comfort you, but he's not exactly slick with the way he's pulling out his camera to record your reaction.

What!? This is valid data! Now if you're going to be the subject of further studies, then you have to be at least a little bit more cooperative with him, okay?

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Verified Rumor

Summary: When you visit the DAA and pretend to be Caleb’s girlfriend, he gets a taste of what he has wanted all his life and he won’t stop with just a taste.  warnings: pseudo incest HEAVY, noncon, sickfic, dead dove do not eat, caleb is crazy and manipulative, mc thinks it’s all her fault, cries a lot, dom!caleb, titty sucking, cunnilingus, PIV sex, creampie, allusions to babytrapping, inappropriate use of evol

When Caleb asked you to pretend to be his girlfriend so he can fend off his horde of admirers at the DAA, you didn’t bat an eye. Caleb always had admirers and now that his college peers don’t know you’re his sister, you can successfully take on the role of girlfriend and fool them into giving Caleb the peaceful semester he wants. After all, a clingy and jealous girlfriend was a much better deterrent than a clingy and jealous younger sister. 

But the amount of people vying for Caleb’s attention has increased ten-fold since you were in middle school. After all, Caleb was a talented pilot, a star athlete, an intelligent student, and a very attractive guy—he was the whole package as everyone at the DAA was so eager to tell you. 

So in order to really sell the lie, you had to go the extra mile, at least according to Caleb. That’s why for the whole day, you were pressed to his side, his arm around you, your fingers intertwined. 

“We have to pretend to be in love for this to work, pipsqueak.” He had whispered in your ear when you had tensed up the first time he did it. But his usual playful voice put you at ease. 

Yeah, he was just trying to sell the ruse. It would be pointless if people weren't convinced, right? So you loosened up and leaned into him the same way you had done countless times before, only this time it was in front of an audience. 

What you hadn't done before, though, was kiss. But that was needed to sell the lie too, wasn't it? After all, what kind of boyfriend doesn't kiss his girlfriend when he wins the big game?

And that’s exactly what happened. You were at Caleb’s basketball game, playing the role of the cheerleader girlfriend, perched courtside in his jersey, shouting praises for him over the crowd. 

Caleb was amazing as always, the undisputed star of the game, his movements were quick and graceful as he dribbled, jumped, and sank shot after shot, bringing the win home for his team with such ease it had the crowd erupting with cheers for him. When the buzzer signaled the end of the game, his teammates swarmed him on the court, congratulating him with slaps on the back and hearty hugs, once again singing their praises for him.

He returned a few handshakes and quick embraces, but Caleb’s eyes quickly found you, and that was the one thing that never changed, whether you were his sister or his girlfriend. He broke out into a huge smile as your gazes met, and he jogged towards you, chest heaving and skin glistening. 

To everyone at the stadium, he must’ve looked like a demigod—a powerful young man filled with vigor and talent. But to you he was just your Caleb, your older brother, rushing to share his triumphs with you because otherwise it would have been joyless. 

You had smiled brightly at him, holding out the towel and water bottle as you always did, a ritual you’d become familiar with from years of sibling support. But the words that came out of his mouth weren't the ones you were used to—not exactly. 

"That was for you, baby." He had said loudly, his voice carrying over the cheers, and he ignored your offerings entirely, his hands instead cupping your face and bringing it towards him, crashing his lips against yours in a kiss. 

A kiss. Caleb had kissed you. Your brother had kissed you in front of a stadium full of people, and you could do nothing but stand still and let him do it. You didn't want to ruin the ruse so publicly, not with the crowd watching, their cheers turning to whistles and catcalls.

The kiss wasn’t scandalous by any means, but it wasn’t chaste either. Not what you imagined your first kiss to be. It wasn’t slow and hesitant like you imagined. No, it was eager, firm, inescapable—probably exactly how a triumphant boyfriend high off his impressive win would kiss his loving girlfriend… but not how a brother should ever celebrate with his sister.  

That kiss had tilted your world sideways, leaving you confused and disoriented, but when Caleb finally pulled away, having stolen all the air in your lungs, he just laughed, his eyes gleaming and his face joyous, as if he had actually forgotten what you were for a moment and believed you were really his girlfriend. 

His teammates had yanked him away before you could muster a single word, not that your scrambled brain could’ve formed any coherent ones. You stood there, frozen courtside, lips tingling and swollen, staring after your brother as he was swallowed by the celebratory huddle. Despite your ears ringing, it still couldn't drown out the mutters rising from the crowd behind you. 

"Is that his girlfriend?"

"They look cute together."

"Aw, they must be in love."

“How did she snag him?”

"Lucky bitch."

Caleb was right. It worked. That’s why he did it. It was all for the ruse. That’s it. No need to overthink it. 

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You didn’t feel up to going out for drinks with Caleb’s teammates later that day, the idea of more pretense, more touching, more kissing, made your stomach churn. But all his teammates' girlfriends were going to be there and if you ditch him so soon then people might get suspicious. After all, you were only in Skyhaven to visit him and support him so why would you let him go alone to the afterparty? 

The booth you were all seated in was cramped, a dozen bodies squeezed together in a tangle of laughter and booze… and it was normal, perfectly normal, that you ended up seated in Caleb's lap. 

You'd done it countless times before so it wasn’t the intimacy that was making you uneasy this time or sending prickles of anxiety across your skin. No, it was Caleb's lips brushing the curve of your neck, warm and incessant, his breath ghosting over your ear as he whispered, "Loosen up, pipsqueak. You're making it look like you're my hostage instead of my girlfriend." He gave you that easy chuckle you knew so well, but underneath it lurked a darker note that put you on edge. 

It scared you a little because you didn’t understand where it was coming from, but you couldn’t run from it or even question it, not without ruining everything for Caleb, and you wouldn’t do that to him. 

And so you had settled more fully in his lap, your back pressed to his chest, the heat of his body burning through you. His hands, large and calloused, roamed up and down your sides, fingers splaying over your ribs, dipping dangerously close to the swell of your breasts before retreating. Each stroke pulled at your sanity, making you unravel. 

It’s okay. This is all for show. You just have to stay still and let him do what he needs to do. He has done so much for you growing up, he has given you everything you ever asked for, spoiled you to no end, the least you could do is trust him. Your brother would never hurt you. 

His friends teased him relentlessly, their voices slurred with alcohol and friendly banter. "Look at you two, all lovey-dovey. Can't keep your hands off her, huh, Caleb?" One laughed, raising his glass in a mock toast. 

Another chimed in, "Now I get why Caleb was never interested in any of the girls here. Man, you're whipped. She's got you wrapped around her finger." 

Caleb chuckled against your skin, his lips pressing a feather-light kiss to your pulse point, but his grip tightened, fingers digging into your flesh. "What can I say? She's irresistible." He murmured, turning your head towards him and kissed you in front of everyone once again. 

This kiss was deeper, more hungry, more reckless. His tongue pressed into your mouth, and you could taste the beer on him. That must be why he’s being like this. He’s drunk. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. It’s okay. You won’t embarrass him. 

"Get a room, you two." One of his teammates groaned teasingly, and the others joined in with their own laughter. It was all so normal to them. You and Caleb were a couple in love, of course you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off each other.

They didn’t know he was your brother. They didn’t know how wrong this was. And they can’t know. It would ruin Caleb’s future. You had to be a good sister and protect his secret in his moment of weakness. You’re sure tomorrow he’ll feel terrible about all of this. He would cry and beg for your forgiveness and you’d call him silly and say it’s all forgotten. 

You repeat that mantra in your head over and over again, trying to keep yourself calm, trying not to burst into tears in front of his friends… but when he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, when you felt the hardness in his pants against your core, you suddenly couldn’t breathe. 

"Caleb!" You shouted, pushing him back and breaking the kiss. 

The outburst startled everyone at the table, including Caleb. He looks at you warily, as if he’s waiting to see if you’ll expose the whole thing. You throw a furtive glance around, and see that everyone is looking at you, waiting for an explanation for your sudden outburst. 

You could stop it all now. But you couldn’t do this to Caleb. 

Forcing a smile, you reach out to stroke his chest clumsily, acting like you’re drunker than you were. "I want to dance."You whined cutely, batting your lashes in exaggerated playfulness, your fingers playing with the dogtag you had gifted him when he was accepted into the DAA. "Can we dance? Please?"

He relaxed then, his face breaking out into that devastating smile of his, the smile that could lead you to ruin. He pulled you up from his lap effortlessly. "Anything for you, baby." 

He leads you to the dance floor, where you had thought you might get a bit of reprieve from the acting that was way more intense and methodical than you ever imagined it would be. But on the dancefloor, Caleb is even closer to you, pressing his body against yours, the song playing at the moment giving him the perfect opportunity to keep you close. 

His hands guide your hips as he moves you both to the sultry song blaring from the speakers. His head dips down, lips brushing your ear before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin just enough to leave a mark. 

"They're watching, pipsqueak." He admonishes sliding his hands down to cup your ass, moving you more sensually against him, and you’re sure to everyone else you look like a horny couple dry humping on the dancefloor. "You have to sell them on your performance of the smitten girlfriend." 

And again you let him dictate your actions. You try not to think of what you’re doing too much. You’ve danced with Caleb before. You’ve only really danced with Caleb. No other boys dared approach you when they knew he was your big brother. 

See, even though Caleb had many public admirers, your own admirers stayed secret, none of them daring to cross your protective older brother. 

But like everything today, this dance was a twisted version of something you had been so used to. He has never danced like this with you before, and you certainly never felt this part of him pressed against your hip when he had danced with you at prom.

You try to keep calm. This would all be over soon, you tell yourself, clinging to the thought like a lifeline. After tonight’s performance, no one would question your identity as Caleb’s girlfriend. No one would dare bother him anymore and Caleb could finally go back to being your older brother. Just your brother. 

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You were both drunk by the end of the night, the world a hazy blur of sights and sounds, Caleb more so than you with his flushed cheeks and loosened inhibitions. He would never do this to you if he wasn’t drunk. He just wasn’t aware of what he was doing.

Still his protectiveness shines through and he refuses to let you go home like this, drunk and vulnerable. Anyone could take advantage of you, he had said. Of course. Caleb is right. You’re safest with him. And you don’t have to worry about keeping on an act anymore. His friends are all gone now. 

Well, except for Gideon—his best friend and dormmate. And you grow anxious at the thought that the ruse could continue. But when you step foot into the small dorm room, Gideon is nowhere to be seen. 

"Where is Gideon?" You ask, looking around the room as if you would find him hidden in the closet or under the bed, unable to let your guard down just yet.

"He left for the night so I can spend more time with my girlfriend." Caleb laughed, kicking the door shut behind him and locking it with a soft click. 

He goes to sit down on what you assumed was his bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, his long legs spread wide as he leans back on his arms, muscles flexing under his shirt. His gaze rakes over you slowly, from head to toe, eyes hooded, the strange darkness in them making you squirm. "Said he saw how much we missed each other and wanted to give us a night together to… catch up." 

"Haha… very funny, Gege." You rolled your eyes, trying to play off your nervousness as sarcasm, but your heart was hammering in your chest and you were almost certain he could hear it even from over there.

Why was he still going with this? The audience is gone, the ruse is no longer necessary. Yet here he was, staring at you like he wanted to eat you up. "You've had your fun already."

But before you can step far away from him, his arm reaches forward with lightning speed, snatching your wrist and yanking you on top of him. You land on his lap, your thighs straddling his hips, the heat of his body searing through your clothes as his hands settle on your waist, holding you in place. 

"Have I?" He murmurs, his voice dropping, his face inches from yours, and you can smell the alcohol on his breath. "I think the fun is just starting." 

His hand slides up your back, tangling in your hair to tilt your head, exposing your neck to him. The other hand dips lower, gripping your ass and pulling you down harder against him, letting you feel the full, throbbing length of his erection straining against his jeans—there was no denying it, what he wants. 

“Caleb, stop messing around. Let me go so I can change and we can sleep.” You protest still, your voice full of exasperation and dread as you squirm in his lap. 

“I don’t want to sleep.” He counters, his dark gaze dropping to your dress. “But I can help you take this off.” 

Without waiting for permission, his fingers find the zipper at the back of your dress, the cool metal teeth parting as he tugs it down, exposing the bare skin of your back to the cold air, his touch burning you like a brand as he tries to peel the fabric away. Instinctively, your hands fly up to press the dress against your chest, desperately holding it in place. It’s flimsy and weak but it’s all you got. 

“Caleb! What are you doing?” Your voice cracks with fear and shock.

“Helping my girlfriend out of her pretty little dress.” He replies easily, his breath hot against your collarbone as he leans in closer. “Did you wear a dress this short to make me happy… or angry?” 

His hands slide to your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh where the hem rode up too high, exposing more skin than you'd intended. “When I said I wanted all eyes on us, I didn’t mean it like that.” There was a jealous edge to his words, one that shouldn’t be there but you can’t deny you were familiar with. Caleb was never shy about his possessiveness over you. All your life you had thought it was because of his protectiveness, but now you’re starting to think differently.

“Come on.” He continues, his voice dropping to a growl that makes goosebumps cover your skin. “Gideon left so I can have some alone time with my girlfriend. Don’t let his sacrifice go to waste.” His grin is playful, but his eyes hold no humor, only a hunger that is waiting to devour you.

“Caleb, you’re not funny.” You shoot back, still trying desperately to remain in denial, but even your words come out breathless, weakened by the way his hips shift under you, pressing his cock more insistently against your pussy through the thin layers of fabric.

“Do I look like I’m laughing, pipsqueak?” He asks, and you suck in a sharp breath as you meet his gaze—the intense, dark look in his eyes like a storm swallowing every hint of playfulness you’ve come to expect to see there. Something is wrong with Caleb. Your brother is not well. It’s the alcohol. It’s making him delirious. 

“Caleb—” You try to speak some reason into him, but he doesn’t even let you finish your thought, his hands roaming higher up your body, his thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts through the dress.

He silences you with a kiss, fierce and demanding, his lips crashing against yours as his tongue forces itself into your mouth. And in that distracting moment, he seizes the opportunity, yanking your dress down your chest with a harsh tug, the fabric pooling at your waist and baring your breasts to the cool air—to him. You whimper, pulling back from the kiss, your nipples hardening instantly under his heated stare. Panic swells within you, and you try to scramble away, to put distance between you, but he holds you in place with a sudden surge of his Evol, pinning your hips to his, and your body arches against him involuntarily as his cock rubs against your clothed pussy..

“Don’t run away now, pips.” He growls, voice rough with need and eyes devouring the sight of you half-exposed and vulnerable in his lap. “You’re not going to leave your boyfriend all hard and needy, are you? That’s cruel.” 

He dips his head down, trailing a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses across the swell of your chest. Each kiss is harsh and possessive—his lips suckling at your skin while his teeth leave stinging red parks across your sensitive flesh, burning you up despite your mind begging your body not to react. 

How could you not? When his lips close around your nipple, drawing it into the wet heat of his mouth, his tongue rolling in slow, swirling motions around the hardening bud in a way that makes your back arch involuntarily, pushing more of your breast into his eager mouth. 

His free hand claims your other breast, kneading it with firm strokes, his fingers splaying wide to cover the entire thing, his thumb circling the sensitive bud in lazy, maddening loops before pinching it sharply between his thumb and forefinger. The contrast of pain and pleasure rip a gasp from your throat, your body betraying you as a fresh wave of heat flooded between your thighs, your panties growing slick with arousal despite the whirlwind of shame and denial screaming at you in your mind.

Then he switches sides, his mouth latching onto the neglected nipple with equal hunger, sucking it deeply into his mouth while his now-wet fingers roll the other, slick with his saliva, amplifying every nerve ending until your breasts throb under his touch and you squirm restlessly in his lap. 

The Caleb you'd known—the protective, older brother—fades further into darkness, devoured by this feral imitation of him that bears his eyes but possesses none of his warmth, its dark gaze flicking up to meet yours as he works you over, watching your reactions with a predatory delight. You whimper his name in vain, your hands tangling in his messed up hair.

But he doesn’t listen. And your body, your traitorous body, grinds against his hard cock, an unwelcome ache building unbearably in your belly.

“Caleb, please, please. You’re drunk.” You beg, your voice trembling with desperation, pathetic tears welling in your eyes as you clutch his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin. “Stop this now, and we can forget this whole thing happened—please, Caleb, just... I’ll pretend it was all the alcohol.”

You expect him to pull back at any moment now, to burst out laughing at your teary face and tease you about how much of a crybaby you still are. To reveal that this had all been a test to remind you that you still need your older brother to protect you and that none of this meant anything. 

But instead he glares at you with a clarity you hadn’t expected from the drunk man. “No. I’m finally in my right mind.” His hands roam along your bare skin with possessiveness, tracing the curves he'd only ever touched in innocence before. “I got a taste of what I’ve wanted all my life, and I won’t let go again.” 

In the blink of an eye, he has you pushed back onto the bed, this figure looming over you and blocking out whatever little light is in the room. Before you can argue with him or question him about what the hell he means, he grabs your dress from around your waist and yanks it down, pulling it along with your panties down your legs and off your body, leaving you bare. 

Caleb's gaze rakes over you hungrily, wildly—from the swell of your breasts that are marked from his earlier kisses, to the quiver of your belly, down to the glistening folds between your legs. 

You press your thighs together, trying to hide away from him but he doesn’t appreciate that. Grunting, he grabs your thighs, his calloused palms pushing them apart roughly, spreading you wide open for him before you feel the weight of his Evol taking over to keep you splayed apart while his hands start to roam. 

“Fuck, pips.” He groans darkly, licking his lips as one of his fingers traces the slick seam of your entrance, gathering the evidence of your body's betrayal. “Look how wet you are for me. Dirty girl.”

“It’s not my fault.” You whimper, tears spilling over now, their hot tracks burning down your cheeks as shame makes your stomach churn, and yet your hips twitch involuntarily under his uninvited touch. “You were touching me all night... can’t help it.”

“Shhh, dumb baby.” He soothes, but his words reek of condescension as he leans down to hover just above your core, his breath fanning hotly against your sensitive pussy. “This is exactly why I need to protect you. Can't have you opening your legs for just anyone.” 

His tongue darts out then, lapping at you with slow strokes that make stars burst behind your eyelids, the taste of you seeming to his satisfaction, if his deep groan of approval is any indication.

He doesn’t maintain his restraint for long however, quickly devolving into a wild animal as he eats you up. His lips suck greedily at your clit, his tongue flicking and swirling in messy patterns, slurping up your arousal like he was starving for it, the wet, obscene sounds echoing in the small dorm room. His saliva mixes with your juices, dripping down his chin as he eats you out sloppily, nipping every now and then at the junction of your thighs as if he’s letting out a bit of the aggression he feels towards you before soothing the skin with broad, flat laps of his tongue that have your hips bucking involuntarily to push your pussy back against his face.

But through your lust-induced haze, you register the feeling of his fingers pressing against your entrance, thick and firm, teasing you before easing just one inside you, the single digit stretching your tightness with a sharp burn that makes you gasp and clench instinctively. 

You've never had anything inside you before, not even your own curious touches going this far, and now it's your brother's finger invading you, curling around to explore your once untouched walls, pumping in shallow thrusts that build a nauseating, aching pressure that makes you want to rip your skin off.  

"So fucking tight, pips." He murmurs against your pussy, and you can hear the roughness of his lust even with his voice muffled against you. You try to squirm under him to no avail, your body resisting the unfamiliar intrusion even as it slicks him further with arousal, your strength no match to his Evol. 

Only when you finally start to adjust, your whimpers turning breathier, your pussy yielding to him, does he add the second finger, pushing it in alongside the first with the same methodical movements, so unlike how he ate you out before. It seems that even through whatever evil has taken over his body, he was careful not to hurt you. At least not in this way. 

Still, no matter how careful he is, the stretch still hurts, and Caleb sees it on your face. 

"Shh, you have to loosen up for me, baby. " He coos, diving back in with his tongue flicking wildly over your clit to distract you from the pain as his fingers now fuck you open in tandem—thrusting deeper, curling to find that sweet spot inside of you that suddenly has you keening, a high-pitched whine escaping your throat as your back arches clean off the bed but your thighs stay pinned down with his Evol.

But when he adds a third finger, even that isn’t enough to distract you, and you cry out in pain. “Caleb, please, please.” 

But your pleas fall on deaf ears, Caleb much too preoccupied with the sight before him to stop now, his dark gaze fixed on where his fingers disappear into your slick heat, pumping relentlessly as your body struggles to accommodate him. 

“Fuck, pipsqueak.” He breathes out heavily, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths as he fucks you open a few more times before he pulls his fingers completely out. He holds them up in the air between you, your arousal a glistening mess all over them, tinged with a redness that seems to enrapture him.

“You’re a virgin….” He groans, the words dripping with raw lust and a twisted sense of triumph, his hooded eyes falling onto your trembling body, raking over you like you're a prize all wrapped up just for him. And you know at that moment that you’re going to be ruined—to be marked by your brother in ways that can never be undone. “You kept yourself for me.”

You want to argue with him, to snap back that you didn't stay a virgin for him. You stayed one because of him, because of his overprotectiveness that scared every boy who dared glance your way, his inappropriate jealousy that you stupidly made excuses for countless times before leaving no room for anyone else. 

But now is not the time, not when he quickly discards his clothes, his shirt flung across the room, his belt weighing his pants down as they clink against the floor, leaving him as bare as you are. But his body isn’t like yours, it’s toned, sculpted from the military training and the countless sports he likes to partake in. He could overpower you even without his Evol.

But it’s not his muscles that scare you… it’s his cock, thick and veined, throbbing between his legs as he crawls up your body. It nudges insistently at your entrance, slick with precum as it pressing against your swollen pussy. 

You know you’re ruined and yet you still beg for mercy, hoping you could somehow get through to him before it’s too late. 

“Caleb, you don’t want to do this.” You plead as if you can’t feel just how much he wants it, your voice breaking as fresh tears spill down your cheeks, your hands reaching for him in a futile effort to push him away, palms flat against his chest where you feel his heart thundering wildly. “You’re my brother. I love you. I trust you. Please don’t ruin that.”

“That was your first mistake, baby.” He growled, the blunt head of his cock pressing into you. “Thinking I’d be satisfied with just being your good, obedient older brother.”  He pushed inside you then, inch by merciless inch, the stretch burning like wildfire as he takes your virginity, stealing what should have never been his. “That I wouldn’t want more—fuck, you’re so tight.”

“No. I hate you. I hate you.” You cry out, the words spilling out of you as hot as your tears, scalding your mouth with proclamations you never thought you would utter at your brother, your Caleb. 

“No you don’t.” He grabbed your face roughly, hips rocking forward until he was fully inside you, buried to the hilt in your heat, filling you so completely there was no room for breath. “Don't lie to me. Don't say such cruel things to your Gege.”

His face is dark with a fury you’ve never seen directed at you before, his hips pushing into you harshly, as if he means to punish you for your misbehaviour. Long ago, he had made you promise not to say those exact words to him, even in jest, and it seems he hasn’t forgotten about that, even if he has forgotten about his promise to protect you from everyone… but maybe he never included himself in that promise.

“Caleb—Gege, please, s-stop… please, j-just slow down.” Your hands scramble for grip on his muscular arms, your nails scraping the skin as his ruthless thrusts make stars of pleasure and nebulas of pain burst behind your eyelids, both warring feelings so intense you feel you’re going to pass out.  

But he doesn’t falter, his cock filling you up over and over again, so big, so hard, forcing your pussy to take him. “Say it. Say you're lying.” He insists, eyes wild as his thrusts punctuate each word, driving himself deeper and deeper into you. 

“I'm lying. I'm lying!” You sob, hoping your submission would placate him. But it’s not a lie. You don’t hate him. You can’t hate him. Even if he does something so despicable to you. 

But Caleb wasn’t satisfied with just that, and his merciless treatment of your pliant body continued as he leaned closer, his sweat-slicked forehead pressing to yours, his breath mingling with your gasps. “Say you love me. Say you love this.”

You pause, the gasp your battered lungs muster barely making it past your lips. This is wrong. He shouldn’t be demanding that of you. He knows that. At least he knew that once, but something broke inside of him today and you feel an unbearable sense of guilt gnawing at you as you think that you must’ve had a hand in it. 

You should have never pretended to be his girlfriend. You should have never let him kiss you. You should have never let him touch you that way. You did this to him. You ruined him and now he’s ruining you.

“I-I… I love you, Gege… I love this.” You choke out, hoping to atone for what you’ve done to him. 

Caleb’s face perks up, gazing into your eyes eagerly, swallowing up the lie he gave you to feed him. “Yeah?” He kisses you then, still overbearing but softer now, his lips molding to yours before he releases your face, his hands sliding to your hips for better leverage. “Like Gege's cock inside your virgin pussy?” He asks for more and more, and you are helpless to do anything but give into his greed. 

“Yes... love it so much, Gege.” You shiver, trying to mask the hesitation lingering in your tone so he wouldn’t be rough with you again. You don’t know if you sound convincing or if he’s so far gone he would believe anything he wants to hear from your lips but it becomes easier and easier to lie as the pain gripping your body gives way to a pleasure that is almost as disturbing, his gentler approach forcing your body to yield to him in a wholly different way, but you force yourself not to fight it.

You’ll let him have this tonight. It’s better to think you’ve given it willingly than to face the reality that your brother did this to you. 

“Good girl.” He moans out, and although he was fucking you more carefully now, his big cock still burns every time he buries it inside of you, splitting you open from the core. “My good girl. Did you want this? Did you tease me so I'd break and take what is mine?”

Caleb’s face swims through the tears stinging your eyes, making you see two of him—a Caleb who is so overtaken he just wants to pretend that you’d wanted this all along, that he’s not a monster for what he’s doing to you, and a Caleb who is cruel and calculative, who wants you to implicate yourself for his actions so you wouldn’t blame him for this outcome later. 

Wherever the truth lies, it doesn’t matter. You’ll do it anyway. You'll do anything to not lose the one person who actually loves you—and he knows that too well. 

“I did, Gege. I wanted you to take me. I'm sorry.” You weep, your words a balm to his insanity.

“You hurt Gege so bad, pips.” He admonishes, one hand cupping your cheek as he kisses away your tears, his body moving with yours in a slow, intimate pace. “But it's okay. I forgive you.”

“Thank you... “ You cry out, relieved you’ve finally managed to calm him down. You always do. After all, you’re his beloved little sister. 

“Does it hurt, baby?” He coos as if he was tending to a bruised knee and not talking about his cock splitting you open. 

You nod pitifully, leaning into his touch even as he makes no effort to stop. 

“That’s because you’re tensing up, pipsqueak. Relax and open up for me and it’ll feel good.” He coaxes you, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in a steady rhythm. “Your body will learn to recognize this part of me, and soon enough, you’ll be wet at just the sight of me. I’ll make sure of it—train you until you crave your brother’s cock like he needs your pussy.” 

His words make you want to recoil. Does he want this to happen again? It won’t be over after tonight?

“Shit, baby, loosen up.” Caleb groans as your body tenses around him at the thought, working him up further. 

You grab him by the necklace you’d gifted him when he first started at the DAA—the charm that symbolised your unbreakable connection—and use it to pull him towards you, crashing your lips with his and opening your mouth, knowing he’d take the chance to devour you and you willingly let him, anything so you won’t have to think about this harrowing future he’s fantasizing about. 

Caleb groans into your mouth, taking your kiss for consent. His thrusts deepen, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency as he buries himself inside you over and over, the repetitive motions yanking you by the hair and dragging you towards an orgasm you’re not prepared for. You didn’t even know that a human could be in so much pain and yet still be able to cum. 

"That's it, pips." He coaxes, his breath hot against your lips, his large body looming over yours, sweaty and flexing, the friction of his pelvis on your clit sending sparks of pleasure shooting along your every nerve. "I can feel your pussy trying to milk my cock. You really want this, huh? You were made for this—for Gege to fuck you senseless."

You whimper, tears streaking in unending torrents down your cheeks but he heeds them no mind. His hand slips between your bodies, fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing in firm, insistent circles that match the rhythm of his cock plunging into your slick pussy. The sensation rapidly becomes overwhelming, your walls clamping around him like a vice as your orgasm hurls towards you. "Caleb... I can't... it's too much." You gasp nails raking down his back, leaving red trails that only spur him on.

"Yes, you can." He insists, thrusting harder, faster, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the dorm room. "Cum for me, baby—cum on for your Gege." 

And your body gives it to him, as if it recognizes that this is your brother who spent all your life giving into your every whim and desire, would you really deny him the first thing he ever asked for? 

Your body arches into him, so close you feel you’d get stuck together forever, so close Caleb can’t thrust into you anymore, instead settling for swivelling his hips around, rubbing his cock all along your walls as they grip and contract around him. 

"Fuck, pips— so tight, so perfect." His mouth hangs open, his eyes completely glazed over as he bullies his cock so deeply inside you, you swear you can feel the hot cum spilling from it flooding your womb.

Oh god, oh god, you haven’t used any protection. 

“Caleb!” You gasp, staring up at him with an icy panic that grips your heart and almost causes it to cease beating.

But Caleb just smiles down at you, knowingly, and kisses your lips—shutting you up every time you try to speak, his cock staying buried inside you, plugging your hole and sealing his seed inside. 

Finally, you stop fighting, all the anger, horror and shame draining from your body like blood from a mortal wound, leaving you weak and pliant in his embrace. It’s only then that he pulls away from your bruised lips, his thumb brushing them gently as he speaks his promises to you. “It’s okay, pipsqueak. I’ll take care of you. Every bit of you. No one's ever going to come between us now.” 

A/N: I am being driven mad by all the lads fics i wanna write, mostly yandere caleb lol i got two based on chasing summer (one where caleb is a mean, unhinged yandere similar to this one and another where he is a manipulate softer yandere), three not based on a memory (two versions of the same yandere caleb story where he takes all your first times so you don’t give them to someone else, one soft and one mean, and a 3rd one where you’re the yandere who won’t share him with others), one based of xavier’s celestial yearn, one based on raf’s fires of devotion and probably many more ahhhh

[be-xkyy]

── .✦ 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑎𝑔𝑎

✦ Warning: sexual content, aphrodisiac, breeding kink, eggs, kidnapped, biting (twice), possessive, dirty talk, two cocks, big cocks, calls you "human" and "little human".

✦ Tagging list: @kthehoeforfictionalmen ★ @dreamlessnight ★ @riawrld ★ @darkuni63 ★

✦Divider credits: @cafekitsune ★ @bernardsbendystraws ★

✦ MASTERLIST

Yandere Naga who used to live in the forest like a king (no. not really) until he was captured and brought to a nature reserve.

Yandere Naga who doesn't like humans at all, always lets out threatening hisses and tries to attack the caretakers who enter his territory to leave him food or clean up his messes.

Yandere Naga who had already planned creative ways to get rid of his new caretaker (just like he did with the last ones) but what he doesn't expect is that it would be such a cute and delicious thing.

Yandere Naga who stares at you when you enter his territory to clean the place and leave him food, he narrows his yellow eyes, his pupils contract into thin slits and sticks out his forked tongue to taste the air —your smell... you smell delicioussss... like a mate...

Yandere Naga who from that day on stares at you every time you enter his territory lying on his rock, his eyes follow all your movements, he acts docile around you without hissing at you or trying to attack you, which causes the other caretakers to congratulate you for achieving the impossible, for making him adapt to you so quickly...

Yandere Naga who manages to identify at what moment you have your fertile cycles and creates a plan to make you his partner and mother of his offspring, he only needs to catch you off guard when you enter his cage for your daily chores, he must act when the other caretakers are not around.

Yandere Naga who can execute his plan with relative ease thanks to the fact that he became more "tame" that made everyone around lower their guard including you, one day when you enter his cage to clean he slides towards you quickly and wraps his tail around you tightly sliding quickly into the interior of his cave.

He drops you onto a nest made of branches, leaves and what look like old blankets, a clear attempt to make the place more comfortable, without giving you time to analyze what's happening he slides towards you, getting between your legs, his scales brushing the fabric of your pants and he sticks out his forked tongue sniffing the air before speaking.

"Your delicious rubber... like ripe fruit, I want to take a good bite out of you..."

"Wait! Wait! You can't do this! The other caretakers will notice that I'm not there, they'll come looking for me and when they find me they'll take me outside, they'll punish you if you do anything to me!"

Your voice tries to be firm but it's clearly shaky, he looks at you with his yellow eyes that narrow a little at your words, he hisses leaning over you until his face is right in front of yours, your breaths mix and he stares into your eyes without blinking, his words make your blood run cold.

"I will kill anyone who dares to come here to try to take you away from me. I will crush them until their bones break and their eyes pop out of their sockets, you are mine human~"

He hisses softly when your warm hands rest on his cold chest trying to push him away from you in a panic, he smiles at your fighting attitude and although I wish I could see more of that attitude unfortunately you are right that the other caretakers will start looking for you when they notice your absence so he must be fast, he grabs your head firmly tilting your neck to the side he opens his mouth and leans down sinking his sharp fangs into your soft neck making you let out a moan, he uses the aphrodisiac in his venom to make me more submissive and to make your body go crazy.

"What did you do..? Are you going to kill me..?"

"What?! Kill you?! Of course not! It's an aphrodisiac, it won't kill you, it will just make your body loosen up so it can receive my cocks, silly human~"

He smiles playfully as his venom quickly takes effect, he can feel your body heat skyrocketing, he sticks out his forked tongue which writhes as he smells your excitement permeating the air in the cave, he sees you writhing beneath him clearly uncomfortable and in pain from the effect of the aphrodisiac, he coos at you as he proceeds to quickly remove that ugly and rough uniform you're wearing and does the same with your underwear, his eyes studying your flushed naked body.

"Such a pretty human~ you smell so fertile I can't wait to lay my eggs inside you~"

"It hurts... please–"

He smiles as you can only whimper shakily, he rubs your dripping cunt his slender fingers tracing circles on your wet bud delighting in the way you shudder and your breathing becomes more labored, willing to not waste any more valuable time his scales seem to part and two terrifyingly large cocks reveal themselves making you shudder despite your daze but he chuckles as he takes one of his cocks in his hand bringing it closer to your swollen cunt.

"Don't be afraid human, your body was made to receive my cocks, you will enjoy it~"

He lets out a deep hiss as he slides his fat cock into your pussy, fascinated by the warmth of your insides that embraces him deliciously. You, on the other hand, are left breathless as you feel his cock stretching your poor walls as far as it will go, making its way into your channel, and the sensation is a confusing mix of pain and pleasure that makes you want to cry. He hits bottom and you feel his cock deep inside your uterus while his other cock rests on your stomach, staining it with precum.

"You feel so warm human~ I've never felt anything like this with any woman of my kind, I knew you and I were destined~"

He hisses and without giving you time to think he starts to thrust into you over and over again he pulls out his cock leaving just the tip inside before thrusting into your pussy again with a hard thrust, the sound of his thrusts and your moans fill the cave echoing off the walls, your pussy squirts on his cock and you feel dizzy at the delicious sensation his cock gives you, his scales scrape your thighs but that only adds to the overwhelming pleasure, his cock hits your cervix over and over again without slowing down or showing mercy, you're reaching the top when suddenly he stops making you let out a pitiful moan but he silences you with a playful hiss.

"Don't worry human you'll reach your climax~ but first I have to fit both of my cocks inside you~"

He laughs as you just let out a pathetic "uh..?" too fucked out to think, he pulls his cock out of your tight pussy leaving just the tip before guiding his other cock inside, both of his members slowly entering your pussy making you arch your back and let out a high pitched cry, you feel as if an arm is being shoved into your battered pussy, he senses your discomfort so he begins to rub tight circles on your mound trying to relax you, when he bottoms out your eyes roll back in your head, he takes a moment before he begins to slowly move as your walls squeeze him so hard.

"You're too tight on me— I'll give you some more of my venom to relax you human, that'll help us out a lot"

He wastes no time in leaning down to your neck biting just above the mark of his other bite, he injects you with a larger amount of aphrodisiac poison than before which causes the effect to be instantaneous, he feels your walls loosen little by little and your juices begin to drip making a mess and then you can't help but smile as he begins to move again, his cocks ram into you mercilessly he grabs your hips to hold you better while he listens to the high pitched moans that escape from your open mouth the erotic sight makes him move faster.

"That's it~ you take me so well little human~ keep it up~"

He praises you even though he's not sure you're listening to anything he's saying, he still keeps moving non-stop admiring the bulge that forms in your stomach every time he thrusts into you, his heads hitting your bruised cervix over and over again feeling himself getting closer to the limit he can feel you getting closer too by the way your pussy tightens on his cocks, he can feel your walls throbbing and a few seconds later you cum your juices dripping down wetting his cocks and scales, your pussy tightens him like a vice which takes him to the limit he gives you a few erratic thrusts until he cums inside you deep inside your pussy.

"Yessss~ very good little human~ take my eggs!~ keep my offspring inside this womb and give me beautiful children~"

Your nails dig into his arms when you feel something round the size of a tennis ball slide from one of his cocks into your uterus that stretches painfully to receive it, eggs. You sob when another egg follows the same path and another, another, another. You lose count of how many eggs he lays inside you, you can't do anything but receive them, when he finishes laying eggs his other cock fills you with sperm, you stay like that for a while when he pulls out you are sore, tired and uncomfortably full, your belly is so big it seems like you are nine months pregnant, he wipes the tears from your cheeks and kisses your lips looking into your eyes.

"Don't cry little human, you did very well I'm very proud of you. I put all my eggs in your womb and fertilized them I'm sure all of them will gestate without any problem... in a few months you'll be a mother, but for now sleep little human, I'll be here when you wake up~"

Exhausted and unable to do anything else you obey, you close your eyes and let Morpheus' arms wrap around you, he watches with adoration as your chest rises and falls gently, he decides to lie down next to you, he pulls you to his firm chest and wraps his tail around you protectively enjoying your body heat, the tip of his tail caresses your swollen belly and he murmurs in a dark voice.

"I will protect you and our young with my life, I will kill anyone who tries to take you away from me or tries to hurt any of you, it's a promise my little human~♡."

[lacyblades]

౨ৎ bully!sukuna and bully!gojo were the devils, you were sure. everything they said, everything they did would only attribute to your claim. in the grand scheme of things, they did all they could, just to make your bad days just a little worse.

a seemingly accidental bump, a well-timed shove, and suddenly, the carefully organized stack of papers you were carrying would drop onto the grimy floor.

your face would burn with humiliation as you scrambled to gather the scattered sheets, the sound of their mocking laughter echoing around you.

"oh, my bad! didn't see you there," gojo would snicker, his voice dripping with false sincerity.

sukuna snorts, leaning against a nearby locker with an air of bored superiority, would chime in, his voice a deep, gravelly drawl that sent shivers down your spine, "looks like someone's having a fuckin' rough day, huh?" so condescending. so cruel.

as you bent to retrieve the papers, the already precarious hem of your tiny school uniform skirt would ride up, revealing a flash of baby pink panties that clung to the curve of your ass.

they'd had pulled strings, whispered to someone, to ensure your skirt was always a size too small, a constant source of discomfort and vulnerability.

and, you? well, you were never the wiser. innocent and naïve, you struggled to comprehend the depth of their malice.

but, the hallway incidents were just the opening act. their cruelty extended beyond casual torment.

you always retreated to the quiet solitude of the outdoors, hoping to escape their suffocating presence. yet, like relentless shadows, they would follow, their laughter and taunts cutting through the peaceful ambiance.

one particularly sweltering afternoon, as you sat alone beneath the shade of an oak, a sudden splash of cold water cascaded down your back. you gasped, your white button-up shirt instantly clinging to your skin, the flimsy material offering little resistance to the revealing dampness.

even with no one else around to witness your mortification, the shame felt even worse with just them. the thin fabric clung to your chest, showing off your perky tits. the sudden chill caused your nipples to harden visibly through the wet cloth.

"fuck, that's a sight," sukuna's voice, low and husky, cut through the air.

lost in your embarrassment, you didn't even register the faint click of a phone camera, the subtle exchange of knowing glances between them, hidden behind their loud, booming laughter. they reveled in your discomfort, their eyes lingering on your exposed form with a predatory gleam.

the question that kept nagging at you was just why? why you? you'd never messed with them, never even tried to get their attention. you'd gone out of your way to avoid them, trying to disappear. and still, they were always there, making your life hell at every turn.

a question that nagged at you especially so, when you were bent over an empty classroom's desk, choking on sukuna's thick cock, while gojo's rammed into your aching pussy.

why you? you didn't have the prettiest face, with round, chunky glasses that didn't fit quite right. you didn't have a perfect hourglass, with full hips and big boobs. your hair was always at least a little frizzy, no matter how much you tried to tame it. didn't even have a alluring personality, instead blurring into the background, like any wallflower. you weren't a head-turner, not really.

you'd been taught, growing up, to avoid confrontation, and to stay out of trouble. but, if trouble was adamant on finding you, the best you could do was tough it out, right? the faster you succumbed, the faster it'd be over with... right?

you clench around gojo, his fat tip kissing your cervix. every thrust felt like it was pushing you closer and closer to the edge, not one you'd be able to return from. your small, fluttering hole did it's best to accommodate to his size, but fuck — it was too much.

"mm, so, so tight — virgin lil' pussy," gojo groans, pinching your clit.

you cry, though it's horridly muffled, "p- please..." you're unsure what you're begging for.

sukuna ignores you, shoving his length further down your throat, "shit, takes it real well from here, too. what a good fuckin' girl."

they go over and over again, ignoring your sobbing (whether from pain or pleasure, you didn't know), instead repeatedly switching spots. you cum for the nth time, the gushing squirt betraying you. you've lost count, actually, how many times they've made you come undone. all you know; it's more than you've ever made yourself.

bully!sukuna and bully!gojo may have been the devils, but as you looked up at them, teary eyes blurring your vision, they were heavenly. especially when they were filling up all your holes like that.

[nymphaemisery]

Warnings: noncon, MDNI, rough sex, cumming inside, unprotected p in v, forced relationship, slight breeding kink if you squint, creampies, yandere, captivity, dd:dne, if you're uncomfortable with such content, filter the tags or block my blog, stay safe!

do not romanticize or normalize dark content irl.

Yandere Boyfriend! who's so vocal when he's nonconning you, he just cannot shut up because you feel too good!!

His loud moans echo off the walls as he drills his cock into you with a frantic pace, biting his lips and shutting his eyes tight at the way your walls clench around him.

“Fuck baby, fuck, you feel so good.” He'd praise you, grabbing your hips as leverage and pressing his forehead against yours, he'll hold you tightly so you don't have anywhere to escape or back up.

Lewds gaps and whines leave his mouth with every thrust, lips quivering all while he whimpers, feeling the pleasure course through his spine.

You could be crying, trying to push him away, but he'll simply pin you down, before leaning down and whispering nasty things into you ear.

“You act like you don't want it but— fuck oh! baby— you squeeze me so tiiiight.” He'd gasp, staring at you with a gaze so sweet it makes you want to throw up.

Every moan, gasp, and whine of his feels like a mockery to you, and his words and praises just rub salt on the wound.

“Gosh— ah! *plap* you're taking me *plap* so well.” He'd coo, pressing kisses to your neck, leaving his marks and bites all over you.

He'd be looking so flushed too, like he's pussydrunk, you swear you could see literally hearts form in his eyes after he spends a few seconds buried in your cunt, staring at you with such neediness.

You really hate it when he gets to your clit, he doesn't have a hard time pressing into the certain spot that makes you gasp before he's rubs fast circles on it. You hate it because he always knows how to make you feel good, even if you're a crying mess, he will still rip an orgasm out of you forcefully.

Because he wants you to be his crying mess who's also cumming over his cock <3

He will make sure you always cum first before he does, why? Because he loves to see the way your eyes widen when your orgasm is near, internally trying to fight it, yet you fail so miserably, with your back arched as it finally hits you like a big wave.

He loves to see the effect he has on you, just like he loves to show you the effect you have on him.

And when he finally cums, it's followed with the most pornographic moan a person could ever let out, only that it's so genuine in his case— the loud moan would break into small whimpers as he rides his orgasm out, slowly sliding in and out of you while his cock twitches and spurts his cum into your walls.

He'd pull out with a gasp, missing your warmth so much, he wants to be buried inside you forever if he could, he wants to be so close to you :(

He'd scoop up his cum that would be leaking and and push it inside you again to knock you up as soon as possible, before licking his fingers clean, loving the taste of your essence and his mixed together.

“I love you so so so much.” He'd cuddle into you, wrapping his frame around yours as you lay there, staring up at the ceiling.

A few more minutes of recovery before he's up and energetic again, you tense up knowing what's coming, it's only the beginning, every session needs a minimum of three rounds for him, or it just feels incomplete for him!

— yuta okkotsu, gojo satoru, choso kamo, izuku midoriya, kylar the loner, sydney the fallen, mahito (idk why I put him in here), yuji itadori, + feel free to imagine any character you like!

characters mentioned are all obviously aged up!