(for the interaction with forced ager Aizawa! I hope this is workable? I wasn't really sure how to write it?)
"Hey there baby boy, look at you! Absolutely adorable there all swaddled up in your blankie! You want some juice? Babey boy want some appy juice?!" Your voice was pitched just high enough to hit that teasing baby voice. I mean come-on, theres no way you couldn't tease the restrained hero. Especially when his glare couldn't have been less effective as he squirmed for any sort of leverage he could find trapped swaddled tightly in a blanket. You may have been just as trapped alongside Shouta, but at least you had the freedom to *move*- Hizashi gave you that at least. Though seeing him helpless in front of you...You kind of wanted to see how far you could take things before you were caught.
tw.forced agr3, a sprinkle of physical abuse, mean reader, baby vs baby pfffff
MILESTONE CHARACTER INTERACTION EVENT
It's sick, sick, sick, sick how much enjoyment you're getting out of his predicament. The way he squirms and shifts against the restraints as you taunt him, while Hizashi is just out of earshot, tinkering in the kitchen. (The telltale mix of metal on metal and soft rock music (and the occasional sung line) mingles in the background while he’s preparing lunch for the three of you.) The way his bloodshot eye squints at you with fatigue, irritation and disbelief is downright delicious and the way he wriggles just a little harder at your mocking words ignites some twisted glee deep, deep down in your belly. A taste of his own medicine, if you so will.
It feels good. Freeing, even.
Your pacifier is in your hands, plucked from your mouth by your own free will, by fingers that can move around if they so please. You wriggle them at him in a mock wave, the meanest, most disgusting little grin on your face.
"You're just a little baby now, daddy", you coo while he tries to answer, but he can't even say anything. His mouth is kept behind a baby-blue pacifier gag (the same model you used to wear) and only grunts and loud breaths tell you he is beyond irked by your behavior. Good.
It’s funny, really. How quickly the tables have turned on him. How he’s restrained now, a grown man in infantile onesies and cutesy bdsm restraints as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. How he mirrors you now, with the stark difference that you can at least crawl around him.
Because you have been good and he hasn't. No, his incessant movement and protest keep you up at night, his refusal to eat hinders your meal times - he’s a fucking brat, that’s what he is. You can understand him, of course. As much as you hate to act like some toddler, there is no escaping from these two men - now only one, but still. He’s better off accepting his new life, just like you did. Play nice and get rewarded, even if it’s vile.
And as you sit on a pastel-pink carpet, you might just do your part.
"Do you want to play horsies?”, you ask while you bat your eyelashes at him. The stupid toys are all over the room, with your two favorites right next to you, big and expensive. He never was (still is?) the type to get down and dirty with the figurines just like Hizashi does and now he’ll get to experience just how mind-numbingly dumb they really are.
Your face twists into mock concern as you wait for an answer - one he can’t provide. With a shrug, you pick the two up and hold them in front of his face, seemingly waiting on him to take one.
"Oh no, daddy - you can't! No hands to play with, hm?", you pout. "Don't worry, I'll play for you, too.”
One unicorn in your dominant hand and a pegasus in the other, you let them soar through the air while making all sorts of weird play noises, annoying and loud. You watch him as they circle in front of him, his one eye sticking to their movements and he calms down a little, probably under the impression that you’ll shut up for now.
Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
The horses are made out of plastic, every sharp edge carefully rounded to avoid injury - but kids are kids and they love to play rough, don't they?
You giggle a little as you hold the unicorn next to his face, gently turning its head so it touches his skin slightly, suggesting a tender kiss.
"Oh, look! She loves you. Loves you so so so much!", you coo at him, eyes crinkling into the fakest smile you can muster. “Just as much as I love you, daddy.”
You ram it into his cheek with little concern for his comfort. You want it to hurt. Making the most obnoxious kissing noises as you grind that stupid toy with its light-up effects into his stupid face and he can't do anything about it, can't even tell you to stop. Just a helpless, stupid baby as you stab, stab, stab, stab his cheekbone, where the skin is paper-thin and where it’s bound to be painful with the force you’re applying. It’s silly, it’s absolutely laughable, but so are two grown people in diapers playing pretend against their will in pastel-colored walls.
He tries to turn his head away, but his wriggling makes you miss your target until the plastic sinks into the skin just below his good eye. You can feel the resistance that is his eyeball and it must hurt, because he immediately stops. Those dark lashes are cast down as you stay just as still as he does, until something trickles out behind them, slow and wet.
A tear? No way. You both watch each other for a couple of breathless seconds, you with morbid fascination and him with betrayal in his eye. The sight makes your belly coil with something akin to triumph and you finally let the toy slip out of your grasp as you lean closer, lips parted in anticipation.
He’s oddly beautiful like this, defeated and weak.
You swat away a couple of loose strands of hair before you take his face into your hands and press a kiss to the red spot that blooms on his skin. And another. Then another.
You kiss and bite and lick the mark until the radio stops and he tries to shake you off, until you can taste his blood through your teeth, until Hizashi’s heavy steps are right in front of the door and you know you’ll be in deep, deep trouble.
You can’t bring yourself to care.
Summary: Hanamaki didn’t expect to walk into the middle of a murder, watching his best friend bash in some poor guy’s face. He also didn’t expect to be running from him murderous best friend, adrenaline in his veins as he hopes he’s not next.
Warnings: cnc [consensual non-consent], roleplay, murder, minor character death, chasing, predator/prey dynamic, noncon, broken wrist [by hammer], sprained ankle, sadomasochism, public sex/outdoor sex, possessiveness, crying
Matsukawa’s house was well on the outskirts, away from most people and surrounded by elderly neighbors. He didn’t mind it, always saying he likes the peace and quiet compared to how noisy the city life was and living at home. With him away from the city, it also meant Hanamaki had to get a ride to visit his best friend, while walking part of the way to make it there. It’s getting pretty late at night, so it makes sense that lots of people have their lights off. All except one, the one with lights on inside that was home to an insomniac named Matsukawa.
Well, that’s why Hanamaki was there. Matsukawa slept better when he was there, usually sleeping on a makeshift bed on the floor or even on the couch, sometimes in the bed beside him. Despite the feelings he harbored for the guy, Hanamaki was able to push those aside whenever he needed to, something he’d always been able to congratulate himself for.
Knocking on the door, he waits for an answer. Getting none, he checks the door, seeing it’s unlocked. Matsukawa knew he’d be on his way and kept it unlocked, so he didn’t find this strange. Plus, it’s not unusual for Matsukawa to take midnight showers when he can’t sleep, so there really was no worry or concern, even if Hanamaki thought it was irresponsible. He does lock the door, since he’s here now.
Inside, the house was practically dead. No running of water from the kitchen, no TV turned to some drama, nothing. It wasn’t until he actually listened did he hear some.. thudding coming from the bathroom. Deeper inside the house lies Matsukawa’s bedroom, of which has an attached bathroom. Creeping silently, worry seeping into his veins, Hanamaki comes into the room and sees the bathroom light on, a shadowy figure moving in the light. Moving closer, looking inside, Hanamaki can only look in confusion as he sees plastic covering almost every crevice, plastic wrapping that has some dark red liquid splattered across it.
Moving his eyes further in, he sees Matsukawa standing over a limp body, face bashed in. It’s all Hanamaki can do to not scream in fear, legs feeling weak as Matsukawa lays a bloodied sledgehammer on the covered floor. Beside it lies other tools, some simple working tools while others are found in household kitchens. He watches as Matsukawa snaps off some gloves, running a clean hand through his hair while he looks down at his handiwork.
Whether it’s the horror of seeing a dead body in his friend’s bathroom or the fear of his friend sinking in, Hanamaki can only slowly creep away from the bathroom, knocking into a plastic bottle left behind. “Shit,” he whispers, backing away further when Matsukawa leaves the bathroom. He’s covered in blood, eyes wide when he sees Hanamaki there. No words are exchanged before Hanamaki bolts, adrenaline in his veins while he practically stumbles through the house.
Locking the door was a mistake, he realizes, when he has to struggle with unlocked the small knob while Matsukawa starts moving in, with a clean pair of shoes. With it finally unlocked, Hanamaki runs out the door and slams it behind him, jumping off the porch to run towards the houses. It’s revealed to be a mistake when he sees Matsukawa leaving the house, a small hammer in his grip as he stalks towards Hanamaki. Running up to the nearest house, Hanamaki screams for help, banging on the side of the house. When nothing happens, he panics, looking to see Matsukawa getting closer. Deciding on a new course of action, he hides in the shadows when Matsukawa catches up to him. He’s tall and athletic, able to easily catch up. He slinks around the house, following the path he thinks Hanamaki takes, only to then watch as Hanamaki runs towards the woods nearby.
The woods are dense and most people, especially any children, are advised to stay away because it’s easy to get lost in. The warnings leave Hanamaki’s brain as he runs into them, forcing himself to not check to see how close Matsukawa is. It’s dark and hard to run in, but he manages to do so, feeling his heart thump in his throat as he jumps over a fallen log. That proves to backfire when his foot lands in a hole, sending him to the ground in pain. Gritting his teeth, he holds his ankle as he keeps his body hidden in the darkness, crouched so hopefully Matsukawa can’t see him.
It’s a long shot, but it’s doable, and Hanamaki thinks he’s succeeded when he hears running footsteps come closer and then fade. It feels like a relief that’s short lived when he moves his leg, a small scream as pain shoots through his leg. There’s no way he can make it back to the houses without limping, slowly him down. A heavy sigh escapes him as he feels a tear go down his cheek, mind reeling from the adrenaline high and what he had to witness. No use in sitting around, he manages to get up from his sitting position, only to then fall back down and crouch when footsteps approach.
“Hiro, where are you?” Matsukawa calls out. Hanamaki can see the hammer glinting in the moonlight, feeling bile rise in his throat as he thinks it’s his own murder tool. “Come on out, I know you’re here,” he continues to call, but his voice is low. “I know what you saw was scary, but I promise I won’t hurt you, I just need to explain myself,”
Explain? An explanation won’t fix anything and it won’t revive the dead. Hanamaki covers his mouth to keep from making too much noise, eyes screwed shut as he feels his hand dampen from his tears. Hearing nothing more, movement nor talking, he opens his eyes to glance around. Seeing nothing, he manages to weakly get up, using the log, but when he turns to look behind him, he sees Matsukawa standing there.
Fear shoots through him, trying to run, only to fail and he falls to the ground. Matsukawa is quit to straddle him, keeping him on the ground while he struggles. Pushing against Matsukawa, screaming, trying to knee him off, looking away from his friend, he does everything until he gets tired and the adrenaline wears off. “Takahiro, it’s me! Calm down,” he tries to shush him, covering his screams and pin his arms. When Hanamaki brings up his left hand, slapping Matsukawa across the face, is when he snaps. “Stop being so troublesome!”
Hanamaki stops screaming, briefly, watching as the hammer rises above Matsukawa’s head. Then he’s back to screaming, in pain when he feels his wrist crack, looking to see the hammer against the bone. “You’ll be fine, stop it!”
“Get off! Get off! I don’t want anything to do with you!”
“You don’t mean that! Let me explain!” He begs, forcing Hanamaki to look at him. “Please!” With nowhere to go, he doesn’t really have a choice. Matsukawa sees his struggling simmer down, but his tears increase. With him quiet, he begins to talk. “It was an old bully of yours, no one important. He,” Matsukawa heaves a sigh, shutting his eyes and his hangs low, “wasn’t the only one. I’ve done this to a few of them—”
“A few? A few? Issei, this isn’t you! This isn’t my best friend that I know and lo-” stopping, Hanamaki forces himself to think about the situation.
“It’s me, really. Just a darker side of me, Hiro! I only do this because I’m in love with you! Their lives were meaningless, their deaths were coming sooner or later,” he reasons, but Hanamaki just shakes his head. “Please, I did it for you, Hiro, don’t turn from me,”
“It isn’t- I don’t-!” Hanamaki struggles to say any words, blinking away tears that stain his cheeks. “I don’t want anything to do with you if this is what you do,”
“What?”
“I loved the kind and dorky guy I met in high school, not the murderer you’ve turned into, Issei. This isn’t like you, at least to me,” he gives Matsukawa a look of disgust when he says it. His tone, his words, they make something in Matsukawa snap. With his wrist broken and ankle sprained, he’s useless in trying to get Matsukawa off once more.
“This is me, it’s just a shock to you, is all, you’ll be fine,” he mumbles to Hanamaki, but also to himself. Hanamaki can only squirm and look on in horror as Matsukawa’s hands move down to his pants, fumbling with the zipper and button to discard them. “I wanted this to be special, you know? Our first time,”
“No-!” Hanamaki, now knowing what his plan is, panics and tries to move away. Matsukawa is quick to stop that, pulling off his pants and boxers once they’re undone. Putting pressure on his ankle, Matsukawa forces him to stop moving as his body locks up in pain, a scream of pain as he does.
“This won’t be a problem if you would hold still, you know,” Matsukawa practically sneers, pushing Hanamaki’s legs up and to the side, forcing him to turn. “You should be happy I’m not snapping your legs in two,”
“You’re a monster,” he spits, sending a glare that’s easily shed off. Matsukawa only grins, leaning closer that forces Hanamaki’s legs to bend even more.
“That’s not the whole truth, is it? You think I’m a monster, but you’re enjoying it,” he doesn’t need to clarify the last bit, rubbing his crotch against Hanamaki. It’s enough stimulation to have Hanamaki shutting his eyes as he shivers, holding back a moan. He doesn’t even wanna look down, but a bit more shifting lets him know his cock is hard and laying against his abdomen.
Matsukawa says nothing more as he strips himself down. It’s only when a dry finger enters Hanamaki does the silence break. “Wait, you’re just going to put it in?”
“You seem to enjoy the pain, so why not?” A dark chuckle then follows, before he talks again. “I’ll use some spit if that’ll make you feel better,”
“Spit?” He whispers, feeling some warm liquid on his ass before it’s pushed into his hole. It’s a gross feeling, two fingers curling and rubbing his walls while his cock twitches in want, while his mind is still reeling from the events. Matsukawa doesn’t let him stay in his thoughts for long, removing his fingers and pushing something bigger against his rim.
It’s really the only warning he gets, feeling Matsukawa spit some more saliva on his cock before pushing it into Hanamaki, who’s currently digging his undamaged hand into the ground, keeping his broken wrist close to his chest. Bearing through the pain, Hanamaki manages to force himself to think about something else, something less painful and horrible than feeling Matsukawa’s cock practically throbbing inside of him. The stretch burns, an ache he knows he’ll be feeling tomorrow, if there is one for him.
At this point he’d rather the hammer struck him dead.
Keeping his legs lifted up, Matsukawa manages to thrust into Hanamaki and earn himself a moan in response. “Despite the pain, you’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” Matsukawa chuckles, grabbing Hanamaki’s damaged wrist from his chest. He’s not quick enough to move it away, only able to scream in pain when Matsukawa grips it tight and uses it to thrust up into him again.
Unable to touch Hanamaki’s cock without dropping his legs, Matsukawa decides to just grind his cock into him as Hanamaki struggles to process everything. His head hurts and so do his ankle and wrist, only furthered by Matsukawa’s iron grip. Tears continue to flow out of him, sobs wracking his body with each soft thrust Matsukawa gives him, cock rubbing in all the right places. It’s almost sickening, feeling him so deep inside and pleasuring in all the right ways, but not in the right circumstance.
Each drag of Matsukawa’s cock against his walls has Hanamaki seeing stars, cock desperate for attention as precum beads from the tip, sliding onto Hanamaki’s torso. Despite feeling gross, each grunt of force as Matsukawa fucks into him has him aching for release. Bringing his hand from the ground, he manages to wipe any excess dirt off his hand and wrap them around himself, squeezing the tip as he moans at the feeling. Matsukawa doesn’t say anything, just grinning as he puts more effort into fucking Hanamaki, gripping his wrist harder as Hanamaki’s hand tightens around his cock.
Slamming his hips into Hanamaki, his hips stutter before he lets out a moan, throwing his head back. Hanamaki can only squeeze his cock, biting on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, feeling Matsukawa’s cum fill him up to the brim. Thinking he’ll pull out, he gasps when he feels him start back up. The cum acts as a lubricant, making the thrusting easier as his cock glides into Hanamaki. Each pump and squeeze of his own hand on his cock brings him closer to an orgasm, but he needs an extra push.
Dropping Hanamaki’s wrist, Matsukawa uses both of his hands to adjust positions, pushing Hanamaki’s legs all the way up to his chest while his cock is stuck between his thighs. Without the proper stimulation, he whines as his hand finds the grass underneath him again, squirming. The slapping of Matsukawa’s hips against him also presses against his balls, plus the rubbing against his prostate from Matsukawa’s cock has him seeing stars. With an arch of his back and a strangled moan, his cock is twitching and shooting a thick load right into his face, coating it and his shirt. Only a few more thrusts until Matsukawa’s releasing again, a curse accompanying his moan as he does. When he’s spent, he pulls out to watch the cum ooze from Hanamaki’s hole.
A beat of silence passes before Hanamaki feels a baby wipe on his ass, cleaning up any mess. He laughs, making Matsukawa scoff. “Baby wipes? I kind of expected something else,”
“It was the better option, Hiro. Would you prefer a dry, scratchy washcloth against your sore, red ass?” That gets Hanamaki to shut up, making Matsukawa laugh in turn. “Thought so. Just let me clean you up,”
Once he’s finished doing exactly that, he also helps Hanamaki pull up his pants, keeping him away from the puddle of semen on the forest floor. With a sprained ankle, Hanamaki can’t walk, so he offers to hold the hammer while Matsukawa carries him. Even without the sprained ankle, he thinks the numbing of his legs would prevent it.
“So? Was it to your liking?” Matsukawa breaks the silence, walking out of the woods. The street is just as dead as it was when they left.
“Yeah, I didn’t expect you to actually go in me dry, though,” he mentions, resting his head against Matsukawa’s chest. “Guess we should add that to our checklist next time,”
“I don’t know if we’ll be able to find another time all our neighbors are gone. Well, almost all,” Matsukawa then nods his head in the direction of one house, the light from a bedroom still on. Hanamaki winces, hoping they didn’t hear everything. “A deaf woman lives in there, I’m sure we’re fine,”
“Hopefully. We can explain the situation for almost everything but don’t need any suspicions against what you do in the night,”
“Speaking of which, I still have to finish getting rid of that guy. Thankfully, I locked the door,” he then manages to set Hanamaki on the railing of their porch, taking out a set of keys. “And I brought the keys,”
“Well if you didn’t, I’m not crawling into the basement to unlock the door from the inside,” he huffs, rolling his eyes as he smiles. Matsukawa smiles right back, picking him back up and taking him into the kitchen. They’ll deal with the dead body together, but first Hanamaki has to get his wrist and ankle checked out.
This gorgeous baby right here is actually keeping me awake. Because one of her paw is hurting her and she's breathing hard. She never sleep in my bed but tonight she choose to lay at my feet.
I have to wait in the morning to see if she's better and go to the vet.
All I can do now it's watch over her and try to stay positive
I did wake up my parents and they reassure me. She seems in pain, but mainly because of her paw and nothing else.
Question. Did u take your own virginity or someone else did? (Dont hv to answer) but the idea of taking my own virginity really frightens me.
putting this under a cut because idk but mentions of pain and blood and hymens and shit
by "virginity" i'm assuming you mean break my own hymen so yeah i did. tbh i'm glad i did it because it hurt when i did and i also bled which was expected, and i knew that doing that was something i wanted to do on my own terms and without any pressure. like i def would not have felt comfortable in that situation with that kind of pain (it wasn't major but significant enough) if someone else was involved.
being scared is natural. i was fucking scared cus i thought i was gonna fuck up my reproductive organs or something LMAO. but it's really just having patience with yourself cus it took me almost three weeks to work up the courage to put anything ~in~ there. for me personally i like to have control of things, so i wanted to be the first one to explore all my ladybits and whatnot. if you have that kind of mentality, then go for it AS LONG AS YOU'RE COMFORTABLE!! and if you think you've found someone that you can trust and feel comfortable with, then go for that too!!
what's important is feeling safe and secure because bodies can be scary sometimes!!!
sir nighteye and overhaul would definitely be willing to hurt you- even if you didn't want it. they're both the type to spank you until your butt is too swollen to sit down on.
overhaul is probably a little more mean than nighteye, he would call you dirty and disgusting while he did it.
nighteye probably owns a bunch of legitimate bdsm paddles.
omg anon you're way too nice agahsgh it's so sweet of you to indulge me-
🥺👉👈oh goodness, yes please??
110% agreed on that. 8 times out of 10 it's for their enjoyment, not yours. And when it is, Kai wouldn't stop talking about how embarrassing your behavior is. He acts all high and mighty and so, so disgusted by you (he isn't, of course he's getting a kick out of it) and tries to see just how far you're willing to go to get hurt. I see him as someone who's really into severe physical abuse (for the lack of a better word). Very much into stepping on you, kicking you, rubbing his shoes all over your face to show you that you're less than the dirt underneath him 💖 But he never really touches you with his hands - you don't deserve that.
Maybe he makes you lick the floor before you get that spanking you want so bad. 🤭
Sir is just. Silent. Of course he says something about your behavior from time to time (so when he does, it really stings), but he's more of a 'show, don't tell' type. So you want to be punished, hm? Let's see how long it takes until you're begging to get out, until you're just a blubbering mess. And unlike Overhaul, he's very generous with his aftercare 😂
i know this is gonna sound weird coming from a dentist but does anyone else kind of like it when their gums are inflamed/have a laceration? i can never stop prodding the spots and the pain is oh-so-sweet. goes straight to my brain
i headcanon kazutora as being into serious nipple torture. whether it's biting or twisting a little too hard or pumping them up and using clips on them. he may have cooled down as an adult but i think he's still a sadist who gets off on seeing you squeak and cry at every tug. :3
aaaaa oh goodness 😭 I would die, ouch 💕
And yeah agreed, he's pretty mellow now but I just know he likes to hurt you, like you said. Ah, and those eyes. His stony face inches away from your own and those unnerving eyes... He doesn't even blink as he hurts you 🤤 Fuck, I want to cry and scream and trash around because it's just that bad... Probably a fan of burning/branding, too 👀
