aerion targaryen is a disgusting man. He knows this very well. Every little thing you do makes his cock strain against his breeches. So when you eat something that does not sit well in your stomach and he unfortunately sees the aftermath; you vomiting, his sick mind runs at full speed. Thats why he’s got you here now, on your knees dick shoved so deep down your throat your noses touches his bush that’s currently covered in your own puke.
Your throat hurt so bad, so so bad. Rubbed raw, your insides emptied out. But aerion seemed still not satisfied, both hands on the back of your head keeping you right where he wants you. And when you start to gag once more as you had many times he has that little sick grin on his face. He’s holding back, you know it, just to prolong this torturous ordeal. He doesn’t even pull you off this time letting you spew your insides right on his cock.
Aerion is kind in his own way though, has a giant bowl right below you so you don’t make that big of a mess, it still gets everywhere nonetheless. You’re a complete mess now, drool, your own vomit, spit, some of his precum mixed and smeared on your mouth. Tears run down your cheeks already and he just tuts at you “poor you”’s escaping his lips from time to time. And as he pulls you off his dick to let you breathe you know this isn’t the end of it, because aerion targaryen is a disgusting man.
note~ this is set when mikey is 18 and the leader of kanto manji. please dont put too much thought into the plot lmao i just wanted to write about mikey going crazy. im gonna cross post this on ao3 (@/Ace_Bitch)
cw/tw~ reader is refered to as being a girl several times, afab reader, reader is called 'bitch,' reader gets kidnapped, heavily implied noncon against reader, a kid throws up(not graphic and off screen), bad guy gets the noodles beat out of him and so does reader, mikey kinda goes feral and issues a mass murder order
wc~ 1.3k
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this is dark content! read the warnings! if any of the warnings make uncomfortable do not read!
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After having been a part of Manjiro Sano’s life for years at this point, the higher ups of Kanto Manji know a thing or two about what pisses him off. One of those things being when you don't show up to meetups with him, apparently.
When you no-showed him today, for the first time ever, it upset Mikey. Enough that his entire gang of fight-loving young men has been on edge since he came back from the small hole in the wall cafe that you had been having lunch together at for years.
If it were under different circumstances, the first thing Sanzu would have done after walking into Kanto Manji’s base would be to laugh at all of the pinched, concerned faces he saw.
Today, however, he isn’t in the mood because while he was out looking for someone to make his day more interesting (read; someone to beat up) a scrawny little errand boy from a troublesome opposing gang approached him. That little boy was asking for Sanzu’s king.
The invincible Mikey.
Normally, Sanzu would have beat him up, and that was actually his plan until the boy stuttered out something that made his blood boil.
The boss of this opposing gang had you. The single most important thing to mikey.
And, naturally, what's important to mikey is important to his number two, so Sanzu picked the kid up by the scruff of his neck and swiftly carried him to his king.
It was clear to everyone that Mikey was pissed off, but when that errand boy shoved out a USB flash drive while talking about a message from his boss about ‘the girl,’ everyone was suddenly silent.
Mikey made eye contact with Kokonoi, having a short silent conversation that made the second man grab his laptop out of his satchel and walk over to the young leader.
Kokonoi grabbed the USB off the floor and plugged it into his computer. He knew that this could be some sort of trap, but he also knew Mikey was mad.
Furious.
So he better not keep mikey waiting.
As soon as the usb had been fully plugged in a video popped up and Kokonoi looked to Mikey for confirmation that he should press play.
He got the approval in the form of a small and tense nod and pressed play.
The video took a second to load, eventually showing exactly what Mikey had dreaded.
You. And you were crying and pleading for mercy.
Your head was only being held up by a hand in your hair. Your right eye was already swollen shut, a gash on your forehead bleeding into your remaining eye. Your lips were split and your white school shirt was stained with what he assumed to be your blood and your tears.
Speaking of your shirt, the top two buttons had been broken open and your chest was showing.
The boss then walked into frame holding a knife with bloody hands.
His voice cut through the tense silence of Kanto Manji’s base.
“Ya'know, I honestly thought it would be harder to kidnap someone so precious to the great invincible Mikey.”
The hand in your hair dropped your head, letting gravity pull your entire upper body down to the dirt floor.
“I also thought that you, of all people, would have taught her not to go with strangers, but I guess it is to be expected that when my guys dropped your name she would go with them oh-so willingly.”
The boss turns to you and calls for two of his men to hold you up so he could 'have some more fun’ with you.
You are lifted to your feet by your arms courtesy of two lackeys. The boss approaches from your side as to not come between you and the camera. He wants the great mikey to see everything he does.
He brings the large hunting knife in his hand to the front of your skirt before dragging it up your stomach to the highest remaining button on your shirt.
He cuts the button off, letting your shirt pop open.
He turns to the camera, looking at mikey though the screen, as if to have a conversation.
“Hey, Mikey, I wonder, have you touched this pretty pussy yet?”
He laughs, then continues. “Well, I guess I'll find out soon, huh?”
Mikey, at this point, is ready to ring this guy’s neck with his own bare hands.
“Let’s make this a game, great mikey. If you can find us before my patience runs out, then you can save what's left of this bitch’s innocence. If not, oh well. Sucks for you and her. Good luck.”
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It took Kokonoi not even ten minutes to find the exact location that the video was filmed in.
An old warehouse on the east side of the neighboring city, in the heart of the opposing gang’s small territory.
It should have taken nearly an hour to get there by bike, but due to Mikey’s impatience (and everyone else’s) it took not even half an hour.
Only a few of the non-higher-ups of Kanto Manji have ever gotten the pleasure of meeting you. Mikey has always been protective of you. You insisted you could handle the four block walk from your apartment to the cafe. And he believed you.
And now, you're being held hostage and tortured.
When the warehouse finally came into view, it was about an hour after the errand boy had been unceremoniously dragged into the base. One entire hour.
And for the first time in so long, Mikey was truly scared. He was scared of losing you. the only one he had left.
Upon reaching the large double doors that stood between Mikey and his girl, they noticed another little boy next to a small pool of vomit.
When the boy spotted the young men, he froze, and just pointed to the doors, whimpering something about 'she’s in there’ and spewing out a string of apologies.
Mikey led the way through the doors before anyone could voice their concerns about an ambush.
The first thing he saw was the boss of this opposing gang, standing with his hands in his pockets, back facing the doors. on the floor at his feet was you.
Mikey's precious girl.
And you were crying.
The second thing he saw was the four dozen men standing, waiting for orders to attack.
That was never going to be enough to take down Mikey, but now that he’s furious? it’s almost like it’s supposed to be a joke.
The boss finally turns his attention to Mikey, and upon closer inspection, is holding a piece of fabric.
“Hey hey, the great mikey’s here, finally,” he mockingly laughs out.
Noticing that the fabric caught Mikey's attention, the man holds the scrap up, revealing it to be a pair of panties. That are now spattered with blood.
“Oh these? yeah, they-” he doesn’t even get to finish his sentence.
Mikey then gives the go ahead to his men before continuing to kick the man now at his feet.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Until the man is lying in a puddle of his own blood and Mikey hears a whimper of his name.
From you. Oh, god. You.
Your shirt is barely hanging onto your arms and your skirt is halfway flipped up.
As Mikey walks to you he looks over your body, inspecting you.
Physically, you’re in one piece. Bruised and bloodied, but still alive.
Mikey takes off his gang jacket and crouches at your side, gently placing his hand on your less bruised cheek.
He wraps his jacket around you before gingerly picking you up and carrying you towards the exit.
As he reaches the doors, he turns his head back to give an order.
i was wondering why some ppl don't write for watersports and if u maybe know what's so bad abt it? it's in the same category as rape, gore, vomit etc. but isn't watersport like surfing and such like deep diving or idk 😭 i hope this doesn't sound stupid lol
hi! this isn’t a stupid question. watersports is a euphemism for piss/piss kink- any sexual situation that has to do with urine. it’s categorized in the same section as vomit/scat because it’s an unconventional bodily fluid to use during sex. i used to get confused by this term too!
personally, i have no problem with it, HOWEVER- it depends on the person. some people could have trauma, some might find it gross/unsettling, etc., and therefore do not want to write for it. i hope this helped!
What about your favourite tokyo revengers characters and omorashi? Any thoughts on who you think would be into it?
I think Kazutora fits the bill - and, although he’s not a fave of mine - Kisaki. I also included Sanzu because I love him but I think he’s more of an uro type. Everyone is an adult here. And I got the Kazutora thoughts from babyduck hehe 💕
tw.piss (omo, urophagia), vomit, some of the mentioned piss play is nonco, minors dni
I can see Kisaki being into all sorts of piss play, mainly for the humiliation/power aspect. It’s not like he’s one to do it daily, but he’ll definitely make you drink his piss on occasion - you have to prove your love and devotion for him and he wants this so, so badly. (That’s what he says but he just wants to make you do unspeakable things for him.)
If you don’t indulge him, he’ll simply force your head down one day and make that decision for you, no matter how much you choke on it and later even puke- He’ll snicker about it a little, watching you retch and soil the fancy flooring. Maybe he should make you clean it with your tongue? Oh, but he isn’t a monster. This is your first time, after all. But he’ll make sure to train you well.
Getting you to swallow his piss is basically the gateway to watersports with him. Wetting yourself is definitely on his list as well - he wants to see you lose control like that, a grown adult shamefully emptying their bladder while not being able to stop, eyes full of tears... He wants to watch you, ridicule you, make you clean it up while your clothes slowly get cold and soggy.
And it’s a breeze to corner you like that. It’s easy to keep you from going to the bathroom and supply you with enough alcohol until the world around you spins when you stand up. You barely manage to stumble forward before he pushes you back down again, all calm and composed, almost worried about you hurting yourself. He isn’t, really - but you can’t read him in your drunken stupor, so you nod and hum and squeeze your thighs together until it feels like the sweat between them pools beneath your ass. It’s hard to ignore the dull cramps and your shaking legs as you press them together, but you try. And when he finally offers you an arm, an opening to stumble safely to the bathroom, you stand up and- it slips. You can’t stop yourself, your own body is betraying you while you hang off his arm, desperately clutching his expensive suit, crying in shame and confusion. He simply watches you as you relieve yourself, the smell, the noise, the sheer amount of it- you can’t help but bury your face in his chest, trying to hide, trying to forget that mean grin on his face while he tuts and stares.
Kazutora loves to see you squirm, he loves it when you’re uncomfortable, scared, hurt, afraid... He might be calm in his demeanor nowadays, but he still has a sadistic streak that shows itself when he’s with you. Nothing is cuter to him than you trying to pull yourself from his lap, swearing at him that you have to go now, that you’ll make a mess otherwise. He’ll tell you that he doesn’t care and hold you even tighter, deliberately pressing down on your full bladder until gasp and wriggle around. Maybe he’ll let you go for now, but one day he won’t- one day, you’ll only be able to buck your hips into his grasp while you pee yourself, crying and cursing at him to stop it, that you’re making a terrible mess... And he’ll love every second of it, he’ll even show you when he pushes you onto the bed - piss-soaked clothes and all - and fucks the lights of you.
Bonus: I think Sanzu doesn’t care at all. I wouldn’t say that he’s explicitly into it, but if you piss yourself for whatever reason, he won’t bat an eye. Definitely the type to tease you about it and bring it up again and again until it gets him thinking... And thinking, he does. Your ‘accident’ is on his brain until he can’t get the thought of drinking your pee out of his mind. It’s weirdly intimate to him, to give him everything you have to offer, to trust him so much that you’d do this with him. And it’s too late to say no when your stomach cramps with the sheer amount of liquid you have consumed and he peers up from underneath you, those lovesick blue eyes piercing through you, beckoning to give him what he wants.
Summary: When a group of peers at school decide to go camping in the woods, you tag along. Things turn awry when your friend goes missing, then you end up finding you guys aren’t alone in the woods tonight.
Warnings: female genitalia, gender-neutral pronouns, murder, noncon, cannibalism [implied], weapons [knife, hatchet, axe], period sex, blood, necrophilia [implied], vomit [not sex related], stalking, blood as lube, f. oral receiving, Virgin!reader, ambiguous partner/rapist [it’s supposed to be Bokuto, but it could be Kuroo], threats of violence [death, rape, cannibalism]
Side characters introduced/mentioned: Sadako, Riku, Aiko, Brianna, Chris, Miku, Haruka
The clicking of pens echoed in the room as the fan blew on the professor's desk, the occasional scribble on papers as everyone worked on their tests. It was the final day before Spring Break, meaning your English professor would give you guys a test. This way, you wouldn't worry about one when you come back, but everyone's still anxious to get out of there, ready to start their 9 day vacation. You can't help but feel anxious for another reason.
Once you're done with the test, turning it in to the professor, you're allowed to leave. Walking through the halls, you look down at your phone to see a message from one of your peers. She's a nice girl, decent in class, but you've never really talked to her before, so it's nerve wracking working with her. The message is simple, a question about where to start working on the lab report. Sending a quick message back, you change course to go to her dorm room across the campus.
The class you were partnered up for is Anatomy, a class you're average in doing. You have to study, of course, but you're not getting straight A's like your friend. Speaking of your friend, you spot him walking from the science building towards the dormitories, so you call out to him.
"I didn't expect to see you!" Once you're caught up to him, you're both walking a leisurely pace towards the housing building. He just shrugs, but starts talking.
"My partner said that we could work on the report at her dorm, so I figured that was best. I didn't really want some strange girl in the boy's dormitory," Kenma's voice seems tired as he talks. "Sadako said her roommate also had to work on homework, so she wouldn't bother us,"
"Sadako? That name sounds familiar," you hum, putting your finger to your chin in thought. "Wait, I think that's my partner's roommate! Is her roommate's name Aiko by any chance?"
"I have no idea," he shrugs again, then looks at you. "Do you think I actually asked?" Shaking your head no, he smiles. "I thought you knew me better than that,"
"I thought you could be curious, sorry for asking a question," you giggle, opening the door as you've reached the building. Both dormitories are the same, except they have different rules. The girls' one has the rule that no boy can enter unless one of the residents have previously mentioned beforehand that they are expecting them. Thankfully, Kenma gets in without a problem.
"It's a shame they're so cautious," he mumbles, holding his arms close to his body. You pat his back a bit, but not too much.
"It's not really their fault. That poor girl ended up bringing in her boyfriend only to end up murdered overnight. If she had properly signed him in, we'd have caught him by now." You then roll your eyes, "stupid cheap cameras,"
"We don't even know if it was her boyfriend, either. Thanks to the cameras, of course," Kenma agreed with you. Almost two weeks ago began the onslaught of hyperactive suspicion and anxious students all across campus, a murder of a girl who supposedly invited her boyfriend in secretly after hours. Her roommates ended up finding her, face bashed in and her lower half missing. Such a gruesome imagery, only her roommates and some students know, since the forensics and anatomy classes turned it into a lesson. The cameras had blinked out, only showing a hooded figure entering the building following the girl, then the same shadowy, hooded figure leaving. Tall build, probably an athlete, but the texture on the footage is so grainy that that's all the information retrieved.
Once the elevator got to the right floor, you both exit it and walk down towards your respective rooms. "Which one are you going to? I got 315,"
"Huh, me too. I guess they are roommates," he pockets his phone after he checks the number, stopping in front of the door. Of course, his eyes briefly glance next to him, at the door beside you two. Looking towards it, a chill creeps up your spine as you read the number. 313, the room the girl was found in. Of course, it wasn't occupied anymore, but it also wasn't locked.
"Hey, hey! You're here!" a girl shouts, giggling as Kenma practically scrunches back. With long black hair framing her face, you can only assume it's Sadako. Behind her, a brunette is briefly seen but a tan hands waves at you over the head. "Guess you're both here on time,"
"Yeah, didn't know we'd end up meeting on the way here," Kenma mumbles, stuffing his hands in his pockets. You do feel bad for him, forced to work with a stranger who is his opposite in every way.
"Welcome, welcome, make yourself comfortable. Want anything? Some juice, water, I got beer!" Sadako offers, looking at you. Shaking your head, you decline and move to sit on the loveseat. Kenma almost immediately sits next to you, close the wall. Aiko sits across from the two of you while Sadako makes herself a drink.
"I'm guessing you two are pretty close," Aiko mentions, hoping to break some ice. You smile and nod, leaning a bit into Kenma as you begin to talk.
"Yeah, we met each other in high school, so we're pretty close. We had another friend, but he ended up moving before graduation so we don't keep in touch with him,"
"Aw, that's a bit sad. But at least you two have each other!"
"Yeah, I don't know where he'd be if it wasn't for me," you giggle and raise your arm to protect a weak swat from Kenma. Not the most athletically inclined, so he's no threat.
"I'd make it through somehow," he mumbles, eyes flicking to Aiko before going back down to his lap. She just smiles, not bothered by his shyness. Before she can say anything else, though, a thump is heard from the hallway. Looking towards the door, you and Kenma stay put as Sadako opens it, checking outside.
"Hey, what are two doing?!" She shouts, then two people are dragged into the room. "You two need to be quiet!" She lowers her voice, shutting the door and locking it. Two boys stand in the room, uncovering their heads. One is another classmate of yours, sharing the same English class as you, while the other is unfamiliar. Sadako seems to know both of them though, turning to the rest of you. "This is Riku and Chris," she introduces them. Riku is the unfamiliar one, his bleached hair slicked back as he gives off a peace sign. Chris is a classmate of yours, who smiles and waves at you when he sees you, moving closer. Kenma seems to not know either one, hand sliding around your arm.
"Sadako, what is this? We have work to do, we don't need your boyfriend over here," Aiko says, bringing her into the kitchen. Riku takes her spot, sitting across from the two of you while Chris leans against the wall next to you.
As they whisper in the kitchen, he strikes up a conversation with you. "I didn't know you knew Sadako. You seem like someone who keeps to themselves,"
"Well, her roommate is my partner. So I don't know her, actually," you give off a shaky smile, finding his presence a bit overbearing.
"Oh, so you're not here for the rumors?" Before you can ask anything, Kenma slides his hand with yours, turning your attention to him as you miss a glare from Chris.
"I don't feel comfortable here. Can we leave?" he asks, making you immediately nod. Kenma's never been one for crowds, often feeling overwhelmed when there are too many unknown people in a small space. Aiko and Sadako are fine, but the addition of Riku and Chris are probably making him feel crowded.
"Alright, let's get some fast food on the way home," you smile at him, getting him to give a shaky smile. Getting up, you don't even get to say anything to Aiko or Sadako before they're talking first.
"Please don't leave, I didn't know they'd be over. We can go in my room and work," Aiko suggests. You shake your head, already deciding to leave.
"Wait, they're here for a reason!" Sadako holds up her hands, preventing you from leaving. Hand still clad in Kenma's, you stop and let her talk. "We were going to investigate the murders,"
"No, that's dangerous and stupid. It's curfew and people are asleep," you say, knowing it's well away from curfew, about an hour. You're not going to enter the murder scene next door and you're not going to go searching the grounds for other murder scenes.
"Murders? As in more than one?" Kenma asks, somewhat interested. Apparently, he wasn't aware of more than the one. Sadako smiles, nodding as she gets into the spiel.
"So, we know about Brianna's death, the girl next door? Well, apparently two other girls were found brutally murdered across campus. To not cause a panic, the school decided spring break is the week they're gonna conduct investigations, so we're gonna start before them. It seems that each girl died to a man, hooded and tall who seems like he came with a purpose. Shitty camera footage isn't great, but I heard that an outside camera caught what looked like a man with dark hair leaving, heading towards a red truck after Miku’s supposed time of death. Not only that, but he had a bag with him, like he had something,"
The long winded explanation ended with you and Kenma back on the loveseat, Sadako on the other loveseat beside Riku. Chris is still leaning on the wall near you, while Aiko is sitting on a stool where the bar is. Kenma sighs, finding himself listening to the story and the reasoning behind Sadako's adventure. Of course, it was just a recall of the recent murders across campus.
The police were more vigilant, constantly checking and searching for any possible suspects. Brianna was the first girl, while the second girl was named Miku, the third girl named Haruka. Each girl died with their face bashed in, their body from the stomach down missing, including their organs, with the forensic team finding no evidence of their murderer. Each girl died and nobody knew who did it, leaving each case open and the longer it stays open, the colder the case gets.
"That was.. a lot," you finally said, breaking the silence. Riku, Sadako and Chris seemed like the only ones interested in going, while Aiko hesitant, but somewhat willing. Kenma, on the other hand, was not even toying with the idea.
"This is stupid. If someone is hunting down these girls, what makes you think it's a good idea to go looking for them? You wanna end up like them?"
"Oh please, it'll be fine. Plus," Sadako pulls out her notebook, full of a calendar she made herself, with a red circle around three days, circling a fourth day in a sharpie she has clipped to the book. "These are the days the girls were killed. Now, the first day was a bit of a random one, but after that one, a murder happened four days after. That means-!" She points the sharpie to Kenma, who takes a moment to answer.
"A murder will happen to tomorrow? The first Saturday of spring break?" he asks, getting her to nod. She's excited, practically bouncing in her seat. "So your logic is we're safe if we leave now and search, getting back to safety before midnight,"
"Well, pretty much," Riku pipes up, leaning back on the cushions. "You don't have to come, but it'd be interesting if we do end up finding something,"
“Well, if Kenma isn’t going then neither am I. I just wouldn’t feel comfortable with everyone and without Kenma,” your words get Kenma smiling, leaning a bit into you. “I think we’re going to sit this one out,”
A scoff is heard beside you, one that has Kenma moving up to glare at Chris, who rolls his eyes. “Is there a problem with being cautious, uh, Crust, was it?”
“It’s Chris, actually. Didn’t know your brain was as small as your body,” at his words, even you got rigid and glared at him. “I just didn’t think you’d be such a pussy. It’s just a little outdoors adventure, can’t handle it?”
“Chris, shut up,” you seethed, but he had hit a nerve of Kenma’s. “Kenma, don’t let him—”
“No, I’ll go. I can handle myself,” he cuts you off, standing up to glare at Chris without an obstacle. “I’ll also make sure you keep your filthy hands off my friend,”
“Kenma,” you whisper, but it’s lost as Chris speaks up again.
"Nobody's gonna hurt her," Chris narrows his eyes. "You think we're bad people?"
“Well, if Kenma’s going then I will, too,” you finally say, standing up next to Kenma. Facing him and cutting off his line of sight from Chris, you put your hands on his shoulders, looking him in the eye. “If you want to leave, just let me know. There’s no reason to force yourself just because Chris is an ass, okay?”
“I know, trust me,” he gives off a soft smile, getting you to smile right back. But such a sweet moment has to be shattered by the spectating party.
"Hey, no fighting! Let's all get ready to go if we're all gonna go looking for clues," Sadako claps her hands, getting everyone's attention. With a heavy sigh, you end up getting up to help them get ready. A bad feeling overcomes you, but seeing Kenma look down at his phone, smiling as a sign he’s feeling better, makes you feel better as well.
It’s only an hour before the entire group is moving out, sneaking their way towards the back exit. It doesn’t have an alarm anymore since it broke almost two months ago, but it does automatically lock once outside. To solve this, Sadako puts a thin wedge of wood between the door locks. This way, it’s hard enough to not activate the lock system and all you have to do to get in is pull the handle. Once secured, everyone’s off.
The destination is a small clearing in the woods, where the trees are a bit less dense and there’s already a pit where a campfire has burned. “Seems like a popular hangout spot,” Aiko mentions, kicking a burnt log. Despite the burnt area surrounded by large rocks, a decent clearing for tents and sleeping bags, and the leftover logs, it's completely clear. "Doesn't seem like anybody left behind trash or valuables,"
"Nobody would leave behind valuables," Kenma scoffs, pulling out his phone. "One bar, guess we won't be calling anyone if we're attacked,
"Oh shush, nobody's getting attacked," Sadako playfully slaps his arm, which has him rubbing it after, but she does take a scan around the area. "Odd there's no trash, though, since mostly teens would visit here. Guess they're cleaner than I thought,"
"Not all teenagers are sloppy adventurers," he mumbles, then rolls his eyes as Chris proceeds to drop an empty candy bar on the ground. "Unlike some in this group,"
"Hey, watch your mouth, little man," he sneers, narrowing his eyes. Deciding to ease the tension, you decide to get Sadako's attention.
"Should we get some firewood? For a fire?"
"Yeah, since we need to make a game plan before doing anything. A bit of a fire, some food, and then we'll head out," she agrees, then looks to Kenma and Chris. "How about you two do some bonding and go get the wood?"
"I'll go with Kenma, if you don't mind," you interject, wrapping your hand around Kenma's wrist. "Just to make sure he's okay,"
"Sure, I don't mind," she shrugs, turning back to the others. Chris scoffs once more, making you and Kenma both roll your eyes. Heading into the dense woods was scary, but you made sure to keep Kenma close by as you guys looked for firewood.
"You didn't have to come with me," he suddenly said, breaking the silence. "I can, believe it or not, take care of myself,"
"I know, but I don't want to be stuck with anyone from that group. Especially that Chris guy, jeez," you then notice a nearby pile of good firewood. "Oh, guess some other people pre-stack logs for easy camping. Wanna use them?"
"Go ahead and take them back. I'll try and get a few more," he waves you off, making you pout.
"But—"
"No buts. I don't want them thinking you're doing everything for me. Plus, I'll be fine getting two more logs." You don't want to admit it, but he's right. You don't need to protect Kenma from everything.
"Fine. But if you need me, scream," you joke, taking the logs and leaving. Kenma just watches you leave, then turns his flashlight to the pile of logs you found, but left behind.
At the campsite, you find yourself rolling your eyes as you see Sadako curled up in Riku's lap, his hand gripping her thigh tightly. Chris is also back, scrolling through his phone and showing pictures to Aiko, who looks bored. Bored enough to jump up in excitement when she sees you with more logs. "Yay, more logs! We were just thinking we'd head out to search for clues once you guys got back. Where's Kenma?"
"Oh, he wanted to get more firewood. He should be back any-" your sentence is cut short as a scream pierces the night. The logs and twigs immediately fall from your arms as you turn to go back into the woods, only stopped by Aiko. "That was Kenma!"
"He's probably fine, he just saw something creepy like a bug!" she manages to get herself in front of you as you try to weave around her. "Calm down! He'll probably come out of the woods in a minute,"
"What if he doesn't?" You ask, eyes wide. "This was a mistake, I'm getting Kenma and going home,"
"Hey, why don't I help? He probably just saw some bug like Aiko said," Chris offered. Not wanting to deal with anyone longer than you needed to, you nod. "It'll be fine, I promise,"
"Just- Let's just find him so I can get out of here," you say, stalking off towards the woods. Aiko and Chris look to each other, then follow behind. With the three of you in the woods, Riku and Sadako are left alone.
"Damn, they're that worried?" He asks, leaning his head on her chest, placing a kiss on her skin. Her shirt is practically off her body, already unbuttoned the top half that leaves her chest exposed. She giggles as he kisses her, tickling her skin with his bangs.
"Some people aren't high like you, handsome. Although, now that they're gone, we have the camp to ourselves," she leans into him, giving him a kiss as his hands move to finish taking off her shirt. Using it to protect her back, he lays her down on the ground and goes to discard her pants, kissing her all the while. Her jeans are easily slid off, along with her panties, dropped to the side while they continue with their moment of solitude.
Well, supposed solitude. In the woods, close by where the trio entered them, stands a tall man in a hoodie, blending into the shadows. The campfire is dim, only giving enough light to illuminate the immediate surroundings, so he's able to sneak up behind the lovers without the light touching him once. With a sharp and swift swing, he's lodged his axe in the guy's head and neck, blood pooling from the wound.
"Riku, you okay?" Sadako asks, watching her boyfriend's head go limp, as his eyes go dark. Thinking he's passed out, she shakes him and his head lolls over, showing the bloody wound that is currently dripping on her naked body. When she comprehends that it's blood, it's too late as she looks up to see a man standing over her with an axe.
When you hear screaming from the camp, you and Aiko look to each other and look to see Chris relatively close. "Did Sadako just scream?" he asks, a whisper. Immediately, everyone goes on edge. Kenma's scream is one thing, but Sadako's? Something is very wrong, now that Aiko and Chris are also on edge. Turning to go back to the camp, you and Aiko turn off the flashlights as Chris follows suit, moving to the edge of the woods to see a man at the camp. Aiko covers her mouth in horror when she sees him, but she's then using it to cover her own scream of terror when she watches a limp body be picked off the ground.
Her scream alerted the man, who promptly drops the body and looks in the direction of Aiko. "Run," you harshly whisper, turning and bolting. They don't need to be told twice, crunching leaves and twigs under their feet as they follow your lead.
A sigh, then the man pulls out his phone, dialing a number. In a second, someone picks up. "They're heading towards the house," is all he says, rummaging through a bag nearby.
"That's the plan, Akaashi. Get them here, easy picking. His plans never go wrong, you know," the man on the other side of the phone says. "Anything interesting?"
"Yep. We know who's not on the menu tonight," he responds, turning on a phone. "Kuroo, you might recognize them,"
"Oh?" Is the last thing he says before Akaashi hangs up, deciding to let him figure it out himself. Indeed, plans never go wrong in moments like these, Akaashi thinks, making sure everything is in the bag before picking it up and put in the truck. Doesn't want any blood on it, after all.
Unaware of what's waiting for you three, you continue to lead Chris and Aiko into the woods, flashlights briefly illuminating a path as you’re all running between trees and jumping over fallen trunks. “God, where are we going?” Chris asks, shining his flashlight all around. “Shouldn’t we try to call someone?”
“Do you have any bars?” Aiko asks, and only then do you realize your phone is back at the campsite. However, it seems like so is Chris’, when he runs his hands through his pockets and curses. “I only have one bar, I’ve had it all night,” she says, shaky hands fumbling with her phone as she attempts to make a call. With her screen lighting up her face, you can see the tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Look, maybe we should find a hot spot. Some place where you can get at least two bars, alright? Should be able to make a call to the campus or police, let them know where we went, where we are, and we’re being chased,” he points his flashlight in front of him. “For now, we should continue,”
“Chased? We’re not being chased,” you mention, getting both of them to look at you funny. “There’s.. nothing here.” At your words, they both go still as their eyes widen in realization. Not even an owl hoots to alert you of its presence, the woods being completely dead to anything, but most importantly, there’s no footsteps when you’re still. “What if he wanted us to run?” You feel your heart drop when you think about it. “What if I fell into his trap?”
“We had no other option,” Aiko gently says, moving closer to you. Despite her shakiness in her movement and voice, she still tries to comfort you. “It was run or fight, you made the right option. We couldn’t fight someone who killed two of our friends,”
“I don’t think someone with enough brawn to carry a dead body can think that smartly, either,” Chris adds on. “Unless he’s not working alone, but I think we can safely assume he isn’t. After all, nobody else was caught on camera,”
“It feels wrong,” you mutter, feeling your eyes burn as your vision briefly blurs. Wiping your eyes, you shake your head. “We need to keep moving, regardless. We can’t stay here like sitting ducks,”
“Good idea. Best I’ve heard all day,” Chris waves his flashlight around in a sarcastic way. Even in a situation like this, he pisses you off. Ignoring him, you move on, the three of you no longer running as you focus on anything that may seem odd or strange.
A few minutes of walking in silence brings you to a house in the middle of nowhere. With the greenery growing on the sides and the dirt coating the floorboards you can see, you think it’s abandoned. No lights, plus the front door’s window is broken, so you three only hesitate for a moment before getting closer to the house.
“Wait,” Aiko breaks the silence, small steps further away from the porch. “Why’s a house in the middle of nowhere?”
“Probably the murderer’s house. We should be able to find a phone,” Chris offhandedly mentions, as if it isn’t at all dangerous. “The guy has to lug two dead bodies here in a truck, but there’s no truck, is there?” He asks Aiko, who glares at him when he treats her like she’s stupid. “If he doesn’t have a phone, we go back to running through the woods in the dark,”
Chris goes into the house, completely unbothered by the unlocked door and the bell that alerts of his presence. You hold the door open and seat at the smell that emerges from the open door. Despite the rotting welcome, you turn and wave in Aiko, who hesitantly enters the place. “Don’t worry, I won’t his annoying personality get to you. If anything happens, I’ll try to protect you,” you give her a warm smile, but she just rolls her eyes and shrugs it off.
“Like you protected Kenma? We wouldn’t be in this mess if you were a decent friend,” she scoffs, speeding up her pace as you stop, standing in that position for a moment. Although you know she’s just lashing out due to fear, you can’t help but wonder if this is all your fault.
What breaks you out of your mindset has goosebumps running over your arms as your blood turns cold. Glancing towards the sound of a blade on a wall, your eyes meet golden ones, hidden in the dark and only briefly illuminated. The moving of the knife doesn’t stop, and for a moment you think it’s Kenma, your foot turning to move towards the noise and the eyes, but the trance ends when Aiko quickly grabs your wrist.
“What the hell are you doing? That creep is back!” She harshly whispers, pulling you further into the house. Taking a look back, the eyes and knife are gone, so you wonder if it was your imagination or reality. You do, however, catch a glimpse of a light through the open door.
“Look, this freezer is empty, hide in there,” Chris practically demands, then moves to hide in a nearby cabinet, barely wedging himself inside and shutting the door when heavy footsteps enter the house.
“Only two? I expected better of you, Akaashi,” a voice says, then a loud thump is heard. Aiko covers her mouth as her eyes close, shaking like a leaf. You’re no better, waiting for three bodies to thump on the table. Instead of hearing the third one added, you think that maybe Kenma is still safe.
“It was a bit messy, but Kenma’s plans never go wrong, do they?” Your stomach drops when you hear Kenma’s name roll off of ‘Akaashi’s’ tongue. You have to force yourself to not puke when your fears are confirmed, just not the one you expected.
“Of course not. I know what I’m doing. Also a pile of neatly stacked logs? Had [Y/N] not pointed them out, I would’ve missed the message completely,” Kenma scoffs. “Kuro?”
“What was I supposed to do? Bokuto’s idea was leave a weapon to find,” the first voice, ‘Kuro’, says.
“Hey, at least my idea would’ve been more noticeable!” A new voice, ‘Bokuto’, shoots back.
“And if someone else besides Kenma found them? Hmm?”
“Alright, can you two save the argument for later. Let’s get these two to the basement so we can chop them up,” Akaashi says, then a thump is heard, but not in the direction of the four men. Instead, Chris has bumped something, but it goes ignored as the footsteps recede, including Kenma’s.
You and Aiko don’t dare move, instead the lid of the freezer opens and you both see Chris, pale as he looks like he’s seen a ghost. “We need to go, now.” Not needing to be told twice, you and Aiko get out of the freezer as Chris quietly closes it. Then, he turns to you. “Did you know?”
“No, obviously not!” You harshly whisper. “I’ve been worried sick about Kenma since we separated, why would I be in on a plan to murder?”
“You did bring us here..” Aiko mentions, which has you looking at her in disgust. “I’m just saying,”
“Okay, look, regardless, let’s get out of here. We’ll tell the police all our information,” Chris says, being responsible for once. However, it’s the last moment in his life before he collapses on the ground before you. Moving back, you and Aiko notice a small hatchet lodged in the back of his head. Her scream is deafening when she realizes he’s dead, but the silent stare Kenma gives you is just as bad.
“I’ve been waiting for that all night,” is all he says, before the other three men come out of a nearby hallway, grinning as they look at the two of you. No words are needed as you both bolt, running towards the door. Although three of them give chase, they only walk into the hallway as you and Aiko realize they’ve jimmied the door shut. Forced to hide, you run up the stairs with her hot on your heels as you find the first room you see and she continues to another one.
You try to lock the door, but find that there is no locking mechanism on it. Rolling your eyes, because of course they wouldn’t have that, you see a nearby dresser and manage to slide it across the floor and right before the door. Forcing yourself to move faster, you manage to have it halfway in front of the door, at least where the opening is, so you stop pushing it and look around the room you chose, regretting it.
The room is generally clean for the most part, no dirty clothes or moldy food, but the elephant in the room is the decaying corpse on the bed. Finding a nearby trash can, you immediately hurl into it, only to find yourself hurling on the floor once you smell what’s in the trash can. Apparently, this is the room where the rotting smell was coming from.
Wiping the vomit from your mouth, you can only spit up the extra stomach acid as you look around the room for a way to escape. You hear heavy footsteps outside the door, but they continue on, getting you to sigh in relief. Covering your nose as you walk to the other side of the bed, you stop in your tracks as you see the multiple bear traps in front of the window.
Despite everything that’s happened, only now do you let the tears run freely down your cheeks. Nobody would be in this position if you hadn’t come at all, or left Kenma behind. Chris wouldn’t be dead if you hadn’t run, and Sadako would be alive if you didn’t go looking for Kenma. Wiping away the tears, you manage to stomach another wave of nausea as you find a picture with the four men on it, smiling brightly in front of the house. Ignoring the body, you sit on the bed and look a bit closer, finding they look so.. normal. Even Kenma, who you know almost everything about, has that look of disgust with crowding, with two of the guys smiling and hugging him. The fourth guy, Akaashi, is nearby, smiling gently, but not crowding Kenma.
Rubbing your thumb over the image, you’re so lost in your thoughts to notice the movement of the dresser and opening of the door. Even when the man clears his throat, you’re stuck in your own world. Only when you hear Aiko’s scream of terror do you look up, immediately dropping the picture and attempting to move back. That path is obstructed by a decaying body, but the man only bends down to pick up the picture. Then he looks at you, his eyes glinting the same way the pair did downstairs. “You must be Kenma’s friend?”
Oh great, you think, expecting some horrible death. “I— yes, that’s me,” your voice is slightly shaky, but surprisingly stable in the situation. “Are you going to kill me?”
He laughs at your question, standing back to his full height. As threatening as his presence is, the knife in his hand scares you more, dripping with fresh blood. “I can be persuaded, actually. I’m a reasonable man — give me a reason to let you live,” he grins, something dark and sinister. With wide eyes, you move your face away from his, but don’t answer him. “I can also be quite a monster when I’m left hanging. All my little prizes die before the main course,”
His words have a new fear inside of you, the dead body caked in blood that emphasizes his point. You’re a smart cookie, understanding what he means and what the consequences will be if you don’t comply. This is your fault in the first place, you should just accept what comes your way. You manage to give a small nod, turning away from him as to not see his reaction. However, when he pushes you down on the bed, you panic.
“I’m gonna regret killing you if you don’t stop squirming,” he sneers, pressing you down on the bed all the way. Sandwiched between his hard body and the dead body, you force back the urge to vomit again as you feel his hands dipping in the waistline of your pants.
“It’s just— it’s a dead body,” you squeak out, but he just laughs at your concerns. His laugh is cut off by noise of surprise when his hand dips between your legs, warm liquid coating them. Removing the pressure on you, he ends up ripping off the pants, feeling the area where your crotch is. You’re confused, then notice his hands are covered with fresh blood.
“Two treats in one,” he licks his lips, bringing his fingers to his mouth as he licks the red liquid off. Using his hands to spread your legs, moves his face right against your clothed pussy, running his tongue over the stained fabric of your panties.
You just cover your face with your arms, in disbelief you started your period without even noticing it. He doesn’t seem to mind, sucking on the panties before sliding them off and down your legs, letting them drop as he puts his lips against your folds. His grip on your thighs is strong, preventing you from closing them as he spreads your folds with his tongue, lapping at your pussy and the blood coating it. You’re ashamed to admit it, but your toes curl at the feeling of his tongue running over your sensitive clit, only to then suck on it. Only when your arms move off your face to grasp something does the pleasure high run dry, remembering the body underneath you.
He hums against your pussy, sending vibrations up your spine, rubbing his tongue against every inch of skin he can reach. Another harsh suck on your clit, then he’s diving his tongue inside your cunt to slurp up any of your arousal and blood. An arching of the back has your nails digging into the bedding below you, only to then move to his hair as he sucks on your clit again. Moving back down to your cunt, you’re granted a second of rest before your entire body tightens, a mewl ripped from our throat as he completely devours your pussy, taking you over the edge as blood and cum covers his face.
Removing himself from between your legs, he swipes away the blood from his face and licks off his hand. Then he pushes his fingers in your mouth, making you gag, forcing you to taste your blood and cum on his fingers. “You bite me, I bite you,” he warns, but it’s an empty threat. You don’t even think about biting on his fingers, knowing the position you’re in isn’t one to fight. “Blood is the best lube, you know?” He suddenly mentions. Your confusion is short when he pushes his cock inside of you, making your head get thrown back as his fingers leave your mouth. “Nice and slippery,”
“..hurts,” you mumble, a look of pain on your face as he forces himself all the way in. He doesn’t even give your virgin body time to adjust, simply keeping you pressed against the bed and the body as he keeps your legs spread with his hands. Pleas and begs of slowing down or waiting are met with sharp, harsh thrusts that have you seeing stars.
“Squeezing me so nicely. Such a good little fuck,” he grunts, then presses his lips to yours as your nails dig into his shoulders, cringing in disgust as you can still taste the blood on his tongue. You can feel another orgasm rising quickly, as well as finding yourself enjoying the feeling of his rubbing against your wet walls and the squelching sounds your pussy makes. The bloody mess is something you didn’t think you’d enjoy, but the pleasure is more than your hands or a silicone dildo could ever give you.
His brutal thrusts are practically bruising your hips, his grip tight as it digs in until it’s uncomfortable. The high you’re on is so far up the pain is easily replaced by pleasure, your eyes rolling as moans freely spill from your lips, only muffled by his own mouth against yours. Rubbing his tongue against yours and over your lips, he adds in extra spice as he rubs on your bottom lip, never biting down hard enough to be threatening. When the urge to tip over the edge overcomes you once more, all you can do is grip tight onto him as your whole body seizes up.
He’s right behind you, a few more thrusts until he’s pushing himself deep inside of you, meshing his lips to yours once more as he fills you up. The warm hot cum completely coats your insides, spurting out from where the two of you are connected. Pulling out, you manage to make out the pink ooze pouring onto the bed, sliding off and over the edge.
While you’re busy watching your first creampie spill from your abused pussy, the man rummages around his drawers, pulling open the bottom one and pulling out a box and a pair of pants. Your surprise has you completely frozen and stunned as he opens the box and pulls out some clean towels, sopping up the mix of cum and blood. Then he uses a few paper towels and toilet paper to pat you dry before taking out a tampon. “I can do it myself, thank you!”
Your shouting seems to startle him, making him give a small laugh, handing the tampon to you. Easily opening it, you’re hesitant to put it in as he is still kneeling in front of your genitals. Deciding to hell with privacy, you push it inside of you and then pull out the bloody plastic. Expecting him to lick it clean, like a lunatic, he instead discards it in the trash bin, adding the other dirty items. When he hands you the pants, you look at him in confusion. “Do you want some boxers? Underwear?”
“Is this clean? Why are you doing this?” You ask, like any sane person would. He laughs at you once more, making you even more confused. “Aren’t you going to kill me?”
“Kill you? Not any time soon, unless I want Kenma to kill me. Of course it’s clean, I always keep it in case some poor soul ends up living after I’m done with them. I don’t want you bleeding all over the house,” he then scratches his neck, the smile gone from his face as he looks to the side. “I think Akaashi would kill us both,”
“I— what?”
“Hurry up and get dressed. Here,” he opens the top drawer, taking out a pair of black boxers. “Put them on and let’s go downstairs.”
You are glad he stays, since your mobility is limited and he has to slide on the pants and boxers, being so gentle compared to his rough treatment. Although his mannerism is still a bit rough, slugging you over his shoulder, he does carry you out of the room and down the stairs, back into the kitchen, then into the dining room.
Where everyone else is.
You’re set down on the table, surprised when Kenma is immediately hugging you, tense dropping from his shoulders. “You’re okay. You’re still alive,” he whispers, hugging you even tighter. His grip is strong, making you wonder how you manage to completely ignore it.
“You thought I’d kill her? I know better than that,” the man who brought you down says. “I’m not a horrible person.. completely,”
“Can you blame Kenma? You can be a bit of a wild case,” Akaashi says, then turns to Kenma. “Want me to check them over?”
“I don’t— why are your pants different?”
You give a soft, awkward laugh. “Period problems. Too busy scared for my life, didn’t know I was bleeding,”
“Completely clean and taken care of, too,”
“I’ll deal with you later,” Kenma grumbles towards your would-be murderer. Kenma then turns back to you. “So, this meant to be an initiation, if I’m being honest. That’s Akaashi,” he points to the man beside him, who gives off a small smile. “Bokuto,” the man with spiky hair and a wide grin. “Kuroo, but I call him Kuro,” the spiky black haired man, who gives off a cat-like grin as he waves.
“Initiation?” You ask. Kenma nods.
“I wanted you to be a part of all my life, including the scary part. I also expected to take your virginity, but I see someone got impatient,” he glares at the assailant. “That’s okay. You can’t leave me, so I’ll have my chance sooner or later,” his words hold a dark tone, one that reminds you of your place. You’ve been hunted down all night and then raped by a stranger, who’s to say the other men in the room wouldn’t do the same?
Kenma’s a different person now, his eyes dark that has goosebumps popping up on your skin. The one who breaks the silence is Akaashi. “Sun’s coming up. We should take you two back,”
“Back?”
“We’re not keeping you,” Kuroo says, putting an arm around Kenma. “You live in the city, and so does Kenma. The only people living in the woods is us,” he then turns to Bokuto. “Courtesy of this freak show who’s got a bounty on his head,”
“Hey, that’s not what it is,” Bokuto points his finger at Kuroo, then pouts. “It’s a watchlist, not a bounty list. Plus, it’s not even around this area,”
“Either way, Bokuto, you’ll be staying here while we drop them off,” Akaashi points to the window, where light is peeking through. “It’s time to go,”
“Why me, though?”
“Lots of brawn, good for chopping through bone,” Kuroo laughs as Bokuto looks offended, but you can only cover your mouth as the implications hit you. The bodies that were found were supposed to be found. Everyone who died overnight will be listed as missing, but never to be found.
Getting in the truck, you’re handed your bag from the campsite and look at Kuroo in confusion. “Kenma told us to get it,” is al he says. Kenma hops in the back with you, while Kuroo rides passenger and Akaashi drives. The ride is mostly silent, until you break it by asking what happens next. “You live life like normal, obviously. You’re smart, you know everything tonight was orchestrated according to Kenma’s plan. He brings us victims, we dispose of them, and he has a story and an alibi set up. Both of you were working on projects after your partners ditched. Stick with Kenma, nothing goes wrong,”
“Unless you get cold feet. In that case,” Akaashi looks at you through the rear view mirror, a dead look that has your skin crawling. “You’ll also be disposed of appropriately. I have high hopes for you, as does everyone else, but I’m the most wary of your loyalty. Do not disappoint me,”
“Akaashi’s a nice guy, he’s just a bit into psychological torture,” Kuroo writes him off, but the fear has worked. Kenma tries to console you, but his touch no longer has the same effect as it did 5 hours ago.
The wedge is still in the back door, which helps the alibi, since the kids can sneak off easily. The path to get back to your house and the hiking path is the same way, so it’s also easy to just use that excuse, and your parents were gone for the night, starting their vacation on a cruise the previous morning. Once you’re dropped off, the two wave goodbye and drive off, leaving you and Kenma alone as you set down your bag and plug up your phone, pushing the battery back into place as well.
Kenma is busy doing the same when you ask him a question. “How do I deal with this?” He looks at you for a further explanation. “You.. kill people. You eat them. I— what therapy can help with this?” You want to continue, but the thought brings tears to your eyes. Your body was defiled on top of a dead body, for goodness sake, you want to scream. Kenma even mentioned he’d be willing to go just as far as his friend.
“If you have problems, you can come to me or Akaashi, but nobody else,” he warns, but his touch on your hand is gentle. “Don’t worry. It will take time and I’ll be there. We don’t need to trick any new victims anytime soon, so we’ll be fine. You’ll learn to accept and enjoy this lifestyle, just as I had,”
Instead of asking for an elaboration, you just nod. He presses a kiss to your cheek, gentle and loving, before getting off your bed and telling you he’ll make you some of your favorite food so you can shower. Feeling the caked vomit, blood, and tears on your body, you agree, feeling your body weak and exhausted from the night. You only hope you can sleep after everything.
+ request. pet play with my dearest kiyoomi getting off on degrading his little doll on how she's good for nothing but pleasing him👉🏼👈🏼 i'm open for any kind of surprise, feel free to handle this however you want my love💟 @tsumue
+ warnings. pet play, subby + brat reader, degradation, hard dom sakusa, brat tamer suna, fellatio, vomit, humilliation, blood, dub con, overstimulation, squirting
+ author n. thank u runa for the freedom and the brainrot. pspsps @animatedrapture brat tamer suna is waiting for his kitten
— sakusa [ puppy ]
a puppy is perfect for a dom like him, since he can train them until they're obedient little things. however, puppies sometimes get too excited —don't confuse it with brattiness— which brings his stern side to the light.
you had been doing so good, obeying his orders and doing as you were told
but one day the excitement got the best of you
which made him run out of his last drop of patience
the pain’s too much, the way his cock makes its way past your walls feeling as if your insides are being torn apart.
“what a waste of a pet you are,” he grunts, yanking your head back by your hair and making you yelp, “good for nothing.”
he notices a thin layer of blood coating his cock, making his scowl turn into a scornful smile.
“at least you’re good enough to pleasure me.”
the head of his cock nudges your cervix, a loud cry leaving your mouth when his hold tightens on your hair.
“i-i’ll behave!” you dig your nails on the sheets when a harsh thrust makes the pain in your pussy flare up, “i’ll be a good– a good puppy, i promise!”
his free hand lands on your ass, an imprint of it appearing on the skin as he pushes your face down on the mattress.
“don’t think you can talk your way out of this,” his balls slap against your ass, his pace quickening since he’s close to reaching his orgasm, “you’re nothing but a pathetic dumb puppy for me to fuck.”
he moans at the same time you wail in pain, his cum filling up your sore pussy as he gives a few more shallow thrusts into your hole.
once he removes himself from you, he barely glances at your form, ignoring your sobs and whimpers —begging for his comfort— as he exits the room and leaves your ruined body on the bed.
— suna [ kitten ]
kittens can be brats sometimes, refusing affection or even simple orders from their owners. but with just a few minutes of neglect from his part, suna has his kitten purring and pawing at him, needy for his touch and attention.
you behave most of the time, but when your bratty mood kicks in that's when suna enjoys himself the most
your snarky remarks and attitude amuse him greatly
but what's best for a bratty kitten than to punish her by ignoring her presence?
“rintarō, p-please, slow down!”
he removes his mouth from your clit, giving you a confused look as he keeps pumping his fingers into your pussy.
“wasn’t this what you wanted?” his fingers curl upwards, teasing the sensitive spot which has you mewling instantly, “you were begging for attention not too long ago.”
“s’too much! n-no more, rin—”
“shut up.”
he has already made you orgasm three times, just with his mouth, and he doesn’t plan on stopping until the pain overlaps the pleasure or you pass out—whatever happens first.
his lips wrap around your clit again, sucking harshly on it and giving it a light bite, “if you hadn’t been such a brat, then you wouldn’t be in this position.”
“m’sorry, so, so sorry,” you sob, “rintarō, it hurts!”
“good,” his eyes fix on yours as his tongue runs over your clit, observing your face contort as you reach another orgasm.
you gush around his fingers, your entire body trembling as two more spurts flow from your tender cunt.
“that’s a good kitten,” he stares at your glistening folds, licking his lips involuntarily, “now, let me clean you up.”
and he’s lapping up at your drenched pussy for the fifth time in a row.
— bokuto [ bunny ]
nothing like an always hyper and bubbly bunny for this himbo. bunnies are overly affectionate, eager for cuddles and love and he can't and would never say no to them. afterall, it's his job as their owner to take care of his little pet.
he lets you wander freely around the place, loving how excited you get whenever you see him
he saw a cute collar one day and thought it'd be a great gift for his bunny—and he was right
since then, you make sure to show him how grateful you are as much as you can
“you’re so good to me, my little bunny,” his large hand cradles the side of your face as you eagerly suck the head of his cock.
your eyes basically turn into hearts at the sight of him with his flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. all because of you. your hands pump his length while your mouth works on his balls, nuzzling your face against them before licking your way up until you reach the swollen tip.
“am i being good, daddy?”
the adoration in your eyes make his heart swell, “an absolute dream, but it’s time i properly fuck my bunny’s mouth.”
his hands hold your head, guiding you down his cock which is your cue to relax your jaw, taking deep breaths through your nose. but your mouth feels so good and he’s going too fast, too deep; and there’s no way you can’t stop him.
“m’gonna cum, gonna cum, bunny— oh!”
his cock nudges your uvula, activating your gag reflex right as the taste of his cum hits your tongue. you heave around his length, vomit and cum staining your lips and the corners of your mouth.
your entire face heats up in embarrassment, tears falling freely down your cheeks as his owl-like eyes refuse to leave your face.
“so messy,” he chuckles once he crouches down to your level, smiling at the mix of cum and vomit smudged on your cheek, “didn’t know my bunny could be so disgusting.”
I am still verrrrry sick! So I've decided to take a break from drawing to write another self-indulgent scenario! This time.. a short but sweet Ingo X reader SICK FIC ...yey.
⚠️TW FOR VOMIT! DON'T FORGET YOUR SAFETY CHECKS!⚠️
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You woke up to an excruciating pain in your head, and you noticed that your vision was a lot more blurry than it usually is when you wake up.
You groan and rub the sleep from your eyes, slowly and steadily getting yourself up from your bed and shakily trudging to the bathroom.
You looked like death itself.
Your eyes widened before you felt yourself falling over, only catching yourself on the sink counter as you felt your body reject whatever was going on in there.
Maybe you ate something bad? Was last night's dinner that awful?
You saw a figure behind you in the mirror, turning your head around and letting out a small whine.
Everything hurt so much.
"My love! Are you alright!? You look absolutely awful! Here, let me help!"
You winced at how loud the older twin was, Ingo took note of this and softened his voice.
"Sorry, dear. I didn't know you were hurting that much. Here.. come to me, let's get you into something clean."
"But... th-the-"
"No, don't worry about the sink, I'll clean it after we get you back to bed." He assured.
"Oh.. okay.." you sighed.
Ingo took you into his arms and guided you back to your bed. He sat you down and steadied you as you slowly removed your messy clothes from your sweaty and trembling body.
"Shh.. shh.. it's okay, I got you." He spoke very softly, which was a surprise to you but a very welcome one.
He handed you a new pair of loose pajamas to wear from your dresser, and stayed with you as you changed into them.
He hummed and gave you a small nod, encouraging that you lay down.
"I'll go put these in the wash and get a wet cloth. Do you think you can keep any food down? Liquid?"
"M-maybe some juice and crackers would help."
"Of course, dearest. Now get some sleep, I'll tell Emmet I'll be staying here to take care of you."
"Thank you... night night."
Ingo smiled as you drifted off to sleep, sighing to himself at your peaceful form.
