Yandere SCP with a chubby!fem!reader who is a Fairy Entity.
✧ A/N : its been a while since i dont write because i've been quite the busy here. but now i decided too and recently i've been very interested in scp lore and stories also with the monsters in it and decided to write it on my own within my own style. and + also this was a yandere :). what do you think? if you liked this please gave it a reblog and likes! i will very appreciate it ♡.
✧ Tw : Kidnapping, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Sadism, Carnage/Slaughtering, Blood, Unhealthy Behavior, Unhealthy mindset, Kind of Enemies to Lovers with Scp 682, Worship in 079 and SA in 682 (not from him, but from another person.) lmk if i miss anything. Chubby Reader Fics With No skintone of reader mentioned.
𑁍 Scp 049
• ugh.. where should i start with this guy? ah.. yes.. he's such a gentleman isnt he?
• first time he realize your appereance he thinks of you as such a delicate creature. he never sees you face to face, he just realize some very Soft and Pleaseable Appereance that was catching him off guard.
• that until he really met you face to face, and if only he wasnt such a cold gentleman he would praise you to death. i mean.. how could he not? you're just soo beautiful. its hard to believe that the facility who basically took you from where you were belong to think that you were some kind of monster when you're literally far from it.
• after he met you he think that he was just simply fascinated by your beauty-appereance, that until he is aware that he doesnt want you to be locked too far from where he was stayed at.
• what he wants is that your cell is to be placed right besides him. not far from him. now this guy is an aware yandere, and not to mention he's a very intelligent one too, he'll be pretty quick to know that his respond towards you snd the facility are far from being called normal because h literally just out burst at one of the scp staff for wanting to take you away from him.
• and the staff was not stupid either, espesially the scientist. they pretty much off guard and very heavily-aware of his action towards them and espesially you. so they start to put you into a different room, besides his cell with a mirror placed into each others wall.
• while the scientist observe from the Cctv, they see that you and 049, both was actually getting along each other.
• this is something the scientist does not really excepting, because well after all they always knew 049 as a very cold yet a gentleman anomaly to ever known in the facility. it was absolutely fascinating to see you - who is more friendly and well not so quiet as him can get pretty much along.
• this makes them hold you within 049 much longer than they actually plan.
• and of course, this all also come to 049 happiness as he obviously can see you much longer even in a different sell, he would love to meet you, see you, and talk to you everyday.
• theres no one, not even another scp or scp staff or even those great scientist could take you away from him, not even death. he swore to hold you within him just so you can be there, for him and him only.
𑁍 Scp 035
• now what i notice about this creature right here is that he actually quite the flirty one, and lets be honest - he also has some major anger issues holding him up, also a bit of sadism.
• first he sees you from his cell he just knew that you are the one. and let me tell you, besides from all his flirty personality, anger issues, and those sadism, he definetly also has some serious, Serious possessiveness.
• really become an aggresive hostile once he sees you getting interviewed by a male staff, making him growl from his cell, and of course - this lead to the other staffs attention.
• when they ask him about why was he being so hostile towards the male staff he said that "they do not deserve her. only i deserve her." and when the staff ask him "who do you mean by saying 'her'?" only to find out that "her" was you.
• and after that the staff check on you both, interviewing on you both and this time they ask a female staff to interview you, and 035 is much more calmer than before.
• this will all be kicked out of the window when the staff wanting to place you to an Abroad facility. of course this will make 035 sees red. and what can only be describe after this was a carnage.
• and at the end -- he escaped. with the willing to free you from those fuckers who tried to take away the love of his life (or so he tought) from him. he can and would spill many blood as it need if it can help him getting you again. and he wont stop, no matter how much host it will need and change, his goal is just one; getting you back again.
𑁍 Scp 079
• the first he sees you he really just over the heels for you. no - i am not joking, this dude here is drooling, even if he cant he can feel so while seeing you.
• absolutely admire everything you had. the way you talked, smiled, and walk is just different.
• absolutely reject the calls scp staff throw at you as a "monster" no matter how much they tried, they couldnt convience 079 that you were indeed a monster.
• really love the shape of your body, that was another thing of why he would take an extra glance at your plump body once he realize your appereance.
• is absolutely dying to have you for himself but how can he? he just there and can only watch you when you walked pass his cell.
• and another one is that he absolutely dreaming about you. wether its a cute one, a bad one, or even a naughty one, he does not care. once he start dreaming about you i recommend anyone to dont ever dare to try to take him away from his daydreaming moment or whoever that person is will have to encounter the out burst of 079.
• and after he's done? nothing would changed.. and at the end, he wouldnt be another different thing more than some unsual computer entity dude who is obsessed over some fairy.
𑁍 Scp 682
• really cocky about you lmao, and very sassy too.
• at first he actually (kinda) hate/dislike you because your overall personality and looks are definetly and obviously a literal opposite from him.
• everytime anyone sees you besides him they already can see the different. surely we dont have to waste our fingers to write what are your difference than him other than the fact that you both were a living things. but it was just sooo noticable like.. ugh.
• this enemies feeling will turn into lover as soon as some Bastardize staff start to treat you in a very unappropriate tone.
• and this time he just felt like he had to protect you somehow. protect you from getting experimented and other bad things.
• even if he's actually really feeling that way, still -- he is a big Tsundere weird lizard so he would rather simply just bury himself alive than admitting it openly.
• but asides from all of that, he actually really aware about his feelings. about the fact that he actually has some feelings for you. and he doesnt even sure of how to say it to you because he just think of it as a very big embarassement.
• this is just a matter of time before he finally decided to tell you about this feeling. the bad news is that, the same day he convience to you, is the same day that he would take you with him for eternity.
• and not even death can separate you from him ever.
ugh thinking of mean daddy nanami again :( thinking of him choking you a little too long just to scare you into behaving or bringing out a knife to watch you cry and shake, spankings only worked so much and you were a brat again so he mixes anything he can think of to punish you, he misses his sweet little girl
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH
tw.pain(al) ➽──────────────❥ tw.sadism
Daddy!Nanami getting rock hard just from choking you to the point that your eyes widen in fear. If he just pressed in a little harder your fucking neck could snap in his hands like a popsicle stick. He wouldn’t, but it makes him feral to know how much pain he could inflict on you with such little effort.
Daddy!Nanami starting to use allllllll kinda of punishments because spanking seem too be to soft for you, you enjoy his hands beating against your ass a little too much. He has paddles and whips and chokers and rigs to hang you from the fucking ceiling in his bedroom by your hair. Anything to get you right up to that line where you’re truly scared. He traces your curves with the sharp edge of a big fucking knife so he can watch your poor little body recoil.
Daddy!Nanami using good ole fashioned painal to get you to cry because spankings are too gentle for a beat like you. Spitting on your little hole and making you take him with no prep so that he can hear you scream as loud as your lugs allow. ૮꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১
content warnings: smut, pwp, non-con (offering oneself to the villain), age gap (since sukuna’s like a thousand years old), monster fucking, unprotected sex, sadism, oral sex (m and f receiving), throat fucking, degradation, manhandling, marking, unwanted creampie
summary: how naïve could you be, thinking that the king of curses would release you from his domain without a cost?
word count: 4.0k
notes: PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS AND FEEL FREE TO BLOCK ME OR ANY TAGS. happy halloween!! apparently there’s an arc that takes place in shibuya at halloween but i don’t read the jjk manga so uhh yeah… this is also my first time writing for jjk (feedback would be appreciated!) ALSO!!! if i’m missing any tags or if i tagged something incorrectly, please lmk! also not proofread >~<
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You don’t know where you are, or how you got there. The darkness blinds you; it doesn’t get this dark when it’s nighttime, does it? It was nighttime when you left Jujutsu Tech. Shibuya Halloween was in full swing, and Nobara wanted to get there early to see everyone in costume. You just happened to lag behind her, Yuji, and Megumi since you had something else to take care of.
It was chilly outside, like a normal October night in Tokyo. The streetlights shone so bright, and the noise of the Halloween event could be heard in the distance. It was basically right in front of you, but that doesn’t explain how you’re currently surrounded by darkness. You take a couple steps, thinking—and hoping—that you might have just blacked out for a couple of seconds, but a chilling voice makes you freeze like a deer in headlights.
“I’m surprised you’re alive right now, considering you wandered into my domain,” the voice can be heard from behind you. It sounds rough, and the intonation makes it sound like you’re being mocked. “Ah, you’re one of those jujutsu sorcerers. No normal human would’ve survived this long.”
You quickly turn around and your surroundings come to life. No longer engulfed by darkness, the sky appears to be cloudy and red. There’s a shrine right in front of you, decorated with shrines and… mouths? No. It can’t be.
The realization hits that you’ve come across the one and only King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna. But that’s not the worst part; to add on to it all, he’s in his true form, sporting four arms and two faces. The black marks on his face, chest, and arms do nothing to lessen your fears. It’s absolutely terrifying, the sight alone is a fright more than you bargained for on Halloween. He sits atop a pile of bones, like they’re just some kind of trophy to him. Where the hell is Yuji?
You might as well just dig your own grave at this point; you know that there’s no way you can defeat him on your own. Four years of training at Jujutsu Tech prepared you to fight all sorts of cursed spirits, but the king himself? Just forget it. Nothing you’ve learned would be enough. Even from this distance, you can see his red eyes which appear to be glowing.
“Please let me go,” your voice shakes as you speak. It’s pathetic, you know, but there’s not much else you can do. In the blink of an eye, he disappears from his position at the temple. You feel relief that only lasts for a second when his voice sounds from right behind you.
“What’s with this getup?” He asks while plucking your headband out of your hair. It’s red as well, and there’s a big bow; Nobara wanted everyone to dress up as a Studio Ghibli character, so you settled with Kiki. He tosses it to the side before bringing a hand up to wrap around your throat. You instinctively grab at his hand to try and pull it off, but he’s strong. Too strong, almost. “I’ll let you go.”
His grip on your throat loosens, and you deeply inhale in relief. It sounds too good to be true. Is he really letting you go that easily?
“On one condition,” he finishes. Of course. He pulls you closer so that your back is flush against his bare chest, and he leans down so that his mouth is right by your ear. “Appease me. Disobey, and I have no choice but to kill you.”
He lets you go, and you instantly drop to your knees. Just from him holding you close, you feel powerless. What does he mean by “appease me?” Maybe he wants you to kill Megumi or Gojo, but how would you do that right here, right now? How would you even do that in general? It’s literally impossible. Sukuna must be out of his mind or something. In the few moments that you spent looking at your shaking hands against the ground, he took the time to return to his stance at the temple.
“You going to comply or what?” a bored expression crosses his face, emphasized by the one of his four hands supporting his chin. His hair looks fiery, perhaps from the sky above, and the black marks on his skin.
The lump in your throat is hard to swallow, but you approach him nonetheless. With each step you take, the heavy, dreadful feeling in your bones gets heavier. As you approach the shrine, Sukuna keeps his gaze locked on to you until you’re climbing up the steps to be face to face with him.
You can’t look him in the eyes, afraid that just one glance would kill you. And you’re sure you’re just about dead when you’re harshly pushed to the floor, scraping your exposed knees in the process.
“Don’t you know who you’re with? Show some fucking respect,” he spits. “Just do as I say, and I won’t hurt you.”
It’s a little too late for that, you think. The stinging sensation from your knees lessens as the adrenaline kicks in. Him looking down at you makes you feel so inferior to him; it’s like he’s a lion preying upon a gazelle.
“Bow down to me,” he states. There’s venom in his words and it’s almost paralyzing, but you find yourself fixing your position on the ground in front of him. With your ass resting on the heels of your feet and your balled up hands on your thighs, you lower the top portion of your body close to the floor. But apparently it’s not enough for Sukuna because next thing you know, he lifts one of his feet up and presses it to your back. To stop your face from hitting the floor, you put your hands out right in front of you.
“That’s more like it,” he mutters under his breath. You don’t dare to look up at him when you hear him unfastening the belt around his baggy pants, nor when the fabric pools around his ankles. This can’t be happening.
“Hey,” his voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and a chill is sent down your spine when one of his large hands finds the back of your neck. His sharp, claw-like nails dig into your skin, threatening to puncture you. “You want to get out of here alive, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
He smiles at your formality. “Then sit up, and suck me off like you mean it.”
The hand on your neck brings you face to face with his dick and fuck, there’s no way that’s going to fit in your mouth. At first glance, it’s noticeable that Sukuna has a well-built body, and the same can be said for his dick. It’s long with a nice girth; your hand struggles to completely wrap around it. A bead of precum leaks from his slit, so you lick it up before slowly moving your hand up and down his length. Behind it, right on his stomach, is a massive mouth with the tip of its tongue sticking out the corner. You try your best to open your mouth as wide as you can to fit him inside, but it’s not enough for him.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never sucked a cock before,” he says condescendingly. Tears form in your eyes as you attempt to take more of him and because you really don’t want to disappoint him when your life is at stake. “Open your fucking mouth.”
He smirks to himself as he pushes your head further down his length, causing the tears to stream down your face. Your nose brushes up against the patch of hair at his base, and you can feel his balls on your chin. It hurts having him all the way down your throat, and it’s hard to breathe. You find yourself hitting his thigh to tell him to stop, but it’s just so amusing to him. He keeps you in that position for just a second longer before pulling you off of him. You immediately start coughing and gasping for air, desperate to get oxygen into your lungs while also wiping the spit around your mouth with the back of your hand.
“I can’t have you passing out on me. That would be no fun,” he chuckles.
“P-please. Just let me go,” you beg in a feeble attempt to escape.
“Already?” He ruffles his hair. “I haven’t been satisfied yet. We’re just getting started.”
A choked sob leaves your lips as he brings you closer to his dick once again. He’s just as ruthless as the last time, forcing your lips open with the fat tip and sinking himself deep into your throat. Your hands stay on his thighs for some leverage as he continues to fuck your throat.
“What are you crying for?” He asks when looks down to see your tears falling down your face, mixing with the spit on your chin. “You want me to praise you?”
You can’t do anything but let out a garbled plea to stop. He finally lets up, slowing down his pace and releasing his hand from your head. When you look at him, you notice that he keeps his chin high to avoid looking directly down at you. With a pat to your cheek, he wordlessly urges you to continue getting him off. You feel some relief now that you’re able to move at your own pace.
Wasting no time, you go right to work taking as much of his dick as you can without gagging, while your hands work with what doesn’t fit in your mouth. He lets out an occasional grunt, not wanting to give you any satisfaction for your work.
“Perfect little mouth,” he mumbles as you begin to massage his balls. They’re warm, and they feel heavy in your palm. Your spit runs down his entire length, coating your hands in it as you continue to pleasure him. His thighs and abs start to clench, a sign that he’s nearing his release. “Fuck, that’s it. Stand up.”
Before you have a chance to react, you’re being pulled up and off of the floor. Sukuna carries you over to a broken pedestal that looks grimy and like it’s on the verge of collapsing. The cold concrete makes you shiver when he lays you down on it.
“It was only a matter of time until it came down to this. Don’t tell me you’re scared.”
“I’m not scared,” you try to convince him, but the waver in your voice says otherwise.
Sukuna smirks at your response, obviously not believing you. “What if I just started fucking you right now? Would you be scared then?”
Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel two of his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress higher and higher until it bunches around your waist. His sharp nails occasionally poke your skin, making you jump at each quick jab. It feels like there’s a slight breeze when your cotton panties are finally exposed to him; you wish you could just shrink into the pedestal and disappear forever.
Sukuna runs a finger over your clothed cunt, catching the waistband of it with his nail before letting it snap back against your skin. “You’re wet already. It seems like you’re actually enjoying this.”
You try to shake your head in protest, but another hand finds its place on its throat. The pressure on the sides of your neck is immense; if he were to squeeze it any tighter, you’re sure you would pass out. Sukuna easily tears your panties off your body, leaving your bottom half completely bare. You can feel your slick rubbing onto your thighs and it’s so embarrassing how wet you are despite the situation you’re in.
He immediately gets to work on your pussy, toying with your sensitive clit before dragging two fingers up and down your folds. His fingers glisten as they become coated in your arousal, but there’s no time for him to admire it. You suddenly feel his fingers push past your entrance, causing you to yelp out.
“Scream all you want, whore. No one’s coming to save you,” he looks at you with faux sympathy. The curl of his fingers inside you is almost painful with how sharp his nails are. He won’t say it out loud, but he enjoys the feeling of you on his fingers; you’re already so tight, he wonders if he can actually fit his cock inside you. He thinks he’s being so generous by prepping you first. Seemingly out of nowhere, you feel a new, wet sensation on your pussy.
“O-oh!” You gasp; the hand on your throat makes it difficult to say anything else. You can’t see below you from how your head is pinned down to the pillar, but somehow you know what’s happening. The mouth on his palm had opened up, and it started to lick and suck on your clit while his fingers continued pumping in and out of you. And fuck, Sukuna can feel the way you clench around him. You want to squeeze your legs together, to try and push his hand off of you, but it’s like he can read your mind. With his remaining two arms, he firmly pushes your legs to the sides.
“Keep ‘em open for me, yeah? Do yourself a favor,” the tone of his voice is almost calming. You can’t think clearly anymore; the combination of stimulation on your clit as well as his fingers reaching deep within you is too much. It’s far too much and far too soon, and you feel sweat start to rise on your skin as your stomach clenches. You bite your lip to hold back your moans because you just can’t let Sukuna know how good he’s making you feel. Your fingers try to grasp onto something, anything, and they unwillingly end up on the backs of your thighs, right on top of Sukuna’s hands.
He knows you’re close, but he won’t let you cum just yet. So he rips his fingers from your warmth, making you let out a strangled cry. You’re left a panting mess trying to hold onto him so that you don’t fall off the pillar.
“Look at you,” Sukuna coos while tracing a finger along your jaw. “You were just begging for me to let you go, but now you’re just so desperate to cum. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
All you can do is nod your head as he moves to adjust your position on the pillar. With ease, he flips you over and now the edge of the pillar is digging into your stomach. Your arms are bent so that your hands cushion your face from the cold concrete.
Sukuna pushes your dress up once again and spreads your ass cheeks to admire how messy your cunt has become. He delivers a harsh slap to your right side, causing you to wince as the edge of the pedestal digs into your skin. He then leans over, and you can feel the throb of his cock against your ass and the tickle of his breath against your ear.
“I’m not going easy on you,” is all he says before he positions himself to align with your hole and pushes in. The stretch of his cock inside you burns; you’ve never felt anything like this before.
“It– It’s too much,” you sputter as he continues pushing himself in.
“I’ve only got a couple inches in,” Sukuna grunts. “Just take it.”
Although he sheathed himself in you slowly, he wasted no time in building up a fast pace. His thrusts were rough; the sound of his skin against yours began to echo throughout the empty space. You couldn’t stop the whines from spilling through your parted lips, but it was merely just music to his ears. He relished the way your pussy clenched around him, squeezing him the right way in all the right places. It was like you were trying to push him out, but he always liked a little chase.
He likes the way you look when you’re full of his dick; wanton moans slip through your gritted teeth as you try to hold them back, and the look of your glazed eyes turns him on even more. Knowing he has this effect on you has him feeling like he’s on a power trip.
“Sukuna… I can’t take it!” You helplessly cry. Your lashes flutter shut as teardrops continue to fall from your eyes. You feel so full every time he fills you to the hilt. He’s in your stomach; the fat head of his dick is hitting that same spot deep inside you over and over again. There’s a dull ache in your abdomen, most likely a combination of his cock and and the concrete against your skin. You reach a hand out behind you, trying to find his hips in a futile attempt to stop him. When that doesn’t work, you try to rip yourself away from him.
“You’re running from me,” he simply states while pinning your wrists to your lower back, though his hips never stop moving. “Stop running.”
God, you hate the way he sounds right now. With him lost in the feeling of your cunt, his voice has gotten all strained and raspy. It turns you on even more, and it’s clear by the way you feel your arousal mockingly drip down your thighs. Your body’s betraying you, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
You fall limp against the pedestal, and Sukuna pulls your hips closer to him. He wants, needs, more of you, but he’s already as deep as he can get, rearranging your guts and it feels like he’s molding your pussy to fit him perfectly. The new angle sends a sharp pain to your lower half every time he fucks into you, but it soon subsides. It’s actually amazing how his pace has not faltered even once.
“Are you going to stop running from me?” he asks.
“Yes sir,” you sob after he thrusts particularly deep into you.
“Mhm. Because that’s all bitches like you are good for. Taking orders, listening to—oh fuck—to those who are above you.”
Sukuna is entranced by the way the fat of your ass jiggles with every thrust he delivers. He has half a mind to stick a thumb into your other hole, but he refrains. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you too much. Perhaps he’ll find you like this another time.
Suddenly, you’re lifted off of the pedestal and pushed up against a pillar of the shrine that isn’t broken. Sukuna’s hands are all over you like the air on a windy day; one constricts your throat, another one pulls the collar of your dress down to reveal your breasts, a third holds you by your waist, and the final one lifts your leg up and hooks behind your knee. There’s a crazed look in his wide eyes, and the growing grin on his lips just makes him all the more terrifying. By now, the tears have already stopped, but sobs still wrack your body. When will this be over?
“I’ve got a hand on your throat but even that won’t shut you up,” Sukuna complains as he starts to cup your tits. “Seriously, you’d be even more attractive if you weren’t yapping this whole time.”
He lets go of your throat and chooses to focus on your chest. Just like with your ass, he finds himself lost in the way your tits bounce up and down with every movement. Everything hurts; your pussy is sore, and your legs have been stretched for far too long. Your back, although covered by the dress, is being dragged up and down the column, roughing up your skin.
You feel the familiar knot in your stomach once again, and Sukuna can tell that you’re about to cum from the way you clench down on him impossibly tighter. You claw at his chest as the feeling grows, leaving red marks and crescent moons indented on his skin.
“You wanna cum?” Sukuna says in a gruff voice.
“Mhm…” you mumble. You don’t have the energy to say anything else. The only thought on your mind is reaching an orgasm so that he can finish as well and put an end to this nightmare.
“I don’t usually make promises,” he starts. “But if you speak one word of this to anyone, I’ll kill you.”
“I promise, I promise,” you babble.
Sukuna’s pace starts to falter, and you can’t hold back any longer. Your legs shake as you finally reach your climax, holding onto the man—no, devil—in front of you for dear life. There’s fire in your veins; your body feels hot all over.
He continues rutting into you, grinding his hips against yours to help you come down from the high, while also bringing himself closer to the edge. The overstimulation makes your mind all fuzzy, but you absolutely need to tell him that he has to pull out. You have trouble finding the words to say as his heart beats faster, and his breathing becomes labored. It’s too late, you realize as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. He deeply inhales as his whole body shudders, finally releasing his cum deep within your pussy. You can feel it, warm and sticky, as it leaks out of your hole. It almost seems never ending as it starts to run down his length and drip down his balls.
His chest heaves as he pulls out, but the feeling of his cock is quickly replaced by something else. It’s also quite large, but it’s wet, so you look between your legs and see that the tongue coming from his stomach is licking at your folds. It’s cleaning up the cum that spilled down your thighs. You find yourself squirming around, not sure if it’s because of how weird this is, or if it’s because you’re still sensitive from your orgasm.
“I’m quite pleased with how tonight turned out,” Sukuna admits.
“That’s enough,” you manage to get out. Sukuna scrunches his face at you, as if you’re the insane one just for ordering him to do something once. His nostrils flare before he lets you go, ultimately making you fall to your knees because of how wobbly your legs are.
“Are you that desperate to have my cock in your mouth again?” Sukuna scoffs. “Get up, and get out of here.”
You’re about to say something in response, but your surroundings change before you can even get a word out. The moon and stars twinkle above you, and the swirly clouds provide an eerie atmosphere ideal for All Hallow’s Eve. Laughter and loud music resonates in the air from the celebrations nearby. Realizing that you’re no longer in Sukuna’s domain, you rush to fix your dress. Your makeup is a whole other problem; there’s not enough light for you to look at yourself on your phone’s camera, but you make do with what you have. While you’re struggling to wipe away your mascara, Nobara’s name appears on your phone.
“Hello, Y/N? Where are you?! We’ve been trying to call you for the past– I don’t even know how long it’s been!” Nobara screeches from the speaker. You hold the phone away from your ear as she continues going off on you.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” you rasp, throat still sore from Sukuna’s actions. “Something happened.”
“Like what?” Nobara presses on. Sukuna’s voice replays in your head, and you tremble from remembering what you promised him.
“It’s nothing,” you murmur. “Is Itadori with you?”
“Yeah, Fushiguro and I met up with him not too long ago. I wonder what took him so long, too.”
She hangs up after a couple more words are exchanged. You don’t know how mad she’ll be when you finally see her again, and the fact that you have to face Yuji makes you nervous as well. But with shaky legs, you begin walking towards the raucous nightlife of Shibuya.
Gender Things: Fem!Reader. Knives uses ‘her’ for Reader once. Reader dresses fem and is described as curvy. Reader has a vagina (that is not made direct reference to) and a prosthetic strap (referred to as a penis/cock).
CW: DARK!!!!! DEAD DOVE. Morally ambiguous reader, dom!reader, sub!knives, virgin!knives, toxic relationship, death in reader’s backstory, fem physical descriptions used for knives’ body, body modding (reader has a lost tech detachable dick they can feel through), petnames (angel and princess -> knives)
TW: Drugging (Reader -> Knives), Lethal Aphrodisiacs, Dubcon AF (Knives has an implied soft spot for Reader but…….), Xenophilia (Alien Genitalia), Fuck or Die, Vaginal Penetration (Reader -> Knives), Choking, Degradation, Mocking Praise, Sadism, Virginity, Implied incestuous feelings (Knives -> Vash), Implied passing out due to Overstimulation
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Synopsis: Your head hurts in the mornings, you don’t really know why--maybe you should ask Satori-nii?
Your head hurts so bad. It’s only been getting worse ever since that one day you were with your precious nii-san. You always felt like throwing up in the mornings, you always felt dizzy and you always felt hungry. Every pill that you took never seemed to help. Maybe this time you should ask your nii-san, maybe he would know why?
You walk up the stairs leading to your brother's room, the -pat-pat- of your feet on the ground echoing in the halls. You stop in front of a wooden door. You curl your hand into a fist and knock on the door. Your fist making an obvious -knock-knock-knock-. You always do it three times for luck. You patiently wait for your red headed brother to come out.
You could hear the shuffling of feet from the other side of the door. It got closer and closer until it stopped to open the door. The door opened and once it did you tried to bring the words that were stuck in your throat out but you couldn’t. It was hard to tell something like this to Satori-nii and not to mention embarrassing.
“N-nii-chan, I need to a-ask you something” You eventually muttered out with a stuttering voice. Satori cleared his throat before moving to the side and allowing you to enter. You took your place and sat on the edge of the bed while the redhead stood in front of you. He towered over you, looking you in the eyes expecting something for you to tell him. Though he could already tell it might not be good, but, who knows he’ll have to wait until you spill everything.
“I a-always feel sick in the morning, a-and I feel dizzy too.” You managed to say. Satori had to take a second to process what you just said, but why would you tell him this unless you really thought you were…
“Are you pregnant?” He asked with a straight face. You were astonished with his forwardness; it made you stutter out almost indistinguishable words. “I- what? I don’t know- Maybe?” The words that fell from your lips made tears stream down your face. You don’t want to be pregnant, you really don’t want this!
“Hey, hey, baby why’re you crying? It’s ok,” Satori said while coming up to you and giving you a small kiss on the forehead.
The silence was loud; only the crinkling of the bed could be heard over your light sniffles.
Satori was personally kind of elated. He wanted this to happen.
He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you down on the bed. He was now hovering above you. His slim fingers moved to the hem of your shirt and picked it up until it wasn’t covering your now perky nipples.
You were too busy crying to notice what was happening to you. You really were dumb weren’t you?
You only noticed moments later when your nii-san had his throbbing cock out and pulled up against your pussy lips. Rubbing them and tapping your clit. “Nii-chan s-stop, I don’t want to-this” You said with watery eyes. You always got scared when your nii-chan was going to fuck you. His cock always made it burn and sting but he always knew how to make it better.
“It’s ok baby, you want this. That’s why you're gonna have my baby, right?,” Satori muttered next to your ear while kissing the sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. Your wrists were pinned next to your head if you tried moving them your struggling would be futile. You weren’t strong enough to stop him.
He pressed the tip of his cock into you and you could already feel the sting. The feeling made even more tears glide down your face. Satori stuck his tongue out and licked you salty tears.
“Aren’t you happy I’m gonna be a daddy and you're gonna be a mommy?” He said while groaning when he was halfway in. You weren’t able to reply not when it hurt so bad for you. “H-hurts” You struggled to say.
“I know baby but fuck, you feel so good. You can take it, I know you can,” Satori said while now rutting into you at an inhumane pace.
he thinks it's humiliating, how you're willing to let yourself get fucked by a gun. he hears the loud squelching coming from your pussy, and he changes his mind immediately. he thinks you're adorable, all brain-dead and letting him use you however he wishes.
"you're such a whore. i'm fucking you with my gun, yet you're still creaming all over it. disgusting." he angles the gun slightly further up, thrusting it against that spot that makes you all dizzy and weak. you're squealing and shaking, cumming all over his precious gun. with a satisfied smirk, he pulls the gun out of your spasming cunt, unbuckling his belt as he gets ready to enter you.
ꨄ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐈
"you're such a whiny little bitch. do you ever shut the fuck up?" he's got your face pressed into the mattress while he fucks you from the back. he watches the fat of your ass jiggle each time he forces his cock into you, smiling smugly when he realises your tears staining the pillow beneath you.
he tugs you up by your neck, pressing your back fully against against his lean chest. he tilts your chin upwards, admiring the fat tears that trickle down your cheeks. he kisses your temple gently, angling his cock even further in than before. "g'na make you cry even more, 'kay?"
ꨄ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎
"shh baby, it's okay. let me make you feel good yeah?" it's gentle and soft, the way he runs his fingers up and down your slit. you can't help but feel butterflies in your tummy, especially with his feathery touches on your cunt. his calloused fingers feel better than expected, the roughness of the pads on his fingers rubbing against all the right places making you jolt in your place.
"ah! feels s' good shin!" your hands reach onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin whenever his slender fingers massage your swollen clit. it feels hot, so hot to the point where you're trembling under his hold from how hard you've orgasmed.
tags/tw's: explicit n*fw, noncon, sadism, emotional sadism, degradation, crying, fem!reader, feat. the big bad matsukawa issei
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there’s something about the way you look when you’re breaking down that makes issei’s cock twitch in his pants.
maybe it’s the tears - fat and silvery, wetting your lashes and rolling down your cheeks. maybe it’s the way you sniffle, chest trembling, hiccupping loudly, each pretty little noise proof of your anguish. maybe it’s the panic and the fear in your eyes.
whatever it is, all issei knows is that he likes it - and that he wants more.
it took a little trial and error and first, but he thinks he’s got it down by now. all he has to do is raise his voice a little - he’s normally so quiet, so reserved and unassuming - and you startle like a wild animal. it’s really cute. alternatively, during sex, when his big hands are roaming all over your body, groping at your breasts and squeezing at your plush thighs, he’s found that if he tightens his grip just a little bit past your pain tolerance, he can extract all these wonderful reactions from you: little gasps, barely-there screams, your cute hands clawing weakly, whimpers of stop, Issei, stop, it hurts so bad, please issei no more no more -
he cups your face in his hands after the two of you fuck, the slick, damp, feeling of cum still sticky on your thighs and tummy, insides all soft and loose from the stretch of his thick cock. he looks you in the eyes, face blank save for the barest twitch of his lips, and whispers horrible, horrible, things.
you’ve got such a nice cunt. shame it’s the only part about you that’s nice.
such a fucking whore. you were squeezing my cock so nice and tight, y’know? only whores do that.
might get rid of you soon. you’ve gotten boring as of late.
every tear that drips through your lashes, every time you wince at his words - issei files it away in his mind for later. he’s going to get off on it.
masterlist // hey anon ily this character + kink combo made me drool
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.
