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𝔑𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫
✧˚ ⋆。˚ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞 ✧˚ ⋆。˚ 𝐸𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛+, 𝑠ℎ𝑒/ℎ𝑒𝑟
𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 || 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐀𝐎𝟑
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
cult leader!geto doing your routinely hole inspection…
he’s grown to like you over the years, noticing you in the sea of others, his most loyal and devoted follower. He’s grown to like you so much, he feels the need to keep you close…really close. The others notice how he favors you in every way, and they also notice how you sneak away into his room at night. Why? They have zero clue. Some spread rumors that you’re getting a reward or allowance of some kind, some say that he’s secretly hypnotizing you. Truth be told, they weren’t completely wrong.
Every night like clock work you end up over his lap, shorts and panties bunched at your ankles while his hand caresses your ass. He’s gentle, and soft spoken, humming at the sight of you in front of him. Little words are spoken, but you enjoy it so much that you look forward to this moment when the day ends.
You lay across his lap, empty headed smile on your face, his hands spread your ass, kneading at the flesh. A brow raises, noticing you were wearing your plug, the one he specifically told you to wear this morning. He spreads your ass wider, your hips lifting instinctively, allowing him a better view. “Hm, you’re wet,” he plainly states, spreading your pussy with his thumb. “Poor girl, you can’t help yourself, can you?” He asks in a mocking tone, gathering some of your slick and rubbing it against your clit in slow circles.
Your bottom lip catches between your teeth, eyes fluttering shut as your back arches at his touch. “I’m sorry,” you meekly say. He knows you weren’t really sorry because you get like this every time. No matter what, your pussy always ends up soaked, basically begging for attention from him. He doesn’t get upset with you, he understands it’s natural, he understands a woman like you has needs and wants and that’s why he’s here. Think of it as his way of saying thank you for your loyalty.
Two thick fingers slip right in, your gummy walls wrapping around them. His other hand follows the curve of your spine, sliding up to grip the back of your neck as he curls his fingers inside of you, slowly pumping them. “Are you wet because of the plug or because of me?” He honestly asks, no shame behind his words. His eyes focus on the way his fingers glisten in your juices, thick and creamy.
“A-ah…both,” you whimper. “But mostly you.”
He smirks to himself, the slick sounds of your pussy echoing off the walls of his bedroom, growing louder the more wet you get. “You’re always so honest…such a good girl,” he breathes. “It’s why you’re my favorite.” He pumps his fingers faster, hitting up against your g-spot, but not too rough.
Your eyes roll back, jaw slack as whimpers escape your throat. You claw at his sheets, nails digging to the fabric, your toes curling from the immense pleasure. It’s something that’s been on your mind all day, and after hours and hours of pretending like you weren’t a wet and horny mess, you get to finally let go and feel everything all at once.
It hits you so suddenly, your heart beat quickening, your mind starts to go blank, and all you can feel is his fingers working inside of you, stretching your pussy. “Gonna…cum…nnngh,” you choke out, breathing heavily. His grip on the back of your neck tightens, holding you in place as he finger fucks you, feeling your pussy clench tighter the closer you get. He watches the way your body shakes in his hold, your moans falling upon his ears when you finally cum. Your body relaxes in his lap as he removes his fingers, rubbing your mess all over your folds, brushing against your throbbing clit.
“Despite being a messy little thing today, your inspection is finished.” His hand swats against the fat of your ass. “Now, come clean your mess off of my fingers.”
a little something while I work on part 5 if insatiable <3
forgetful. angst. nanami kento.
A one night stand with Nanami Kento was supposed to be simple.
A stranger in a bar. A handsome man with honeyed words. A guy who could make you cum and cry and still clean you up afterwards.
Forgetting his hands, his mouth, the marks he left on your skin and the memory of his body moving on top of yours, that was more difficult. To watch him walk out the morning after and know you'd never see him again? You thought it would be the hardest part.
But no, that came when you bumped into him four months later and he asked what your name was. When you brought him back home anyway two drinks later and you discovered he really didn't remember you at all.
The best night of your life was barely a blip on his.
And still, every few months, you'd find him waiting at the last stool at the same bar, drinking a whiskey and waiting for something you tried to convince yourself could be you.
He always acted like you were a stranger. Smiled politely until you slid into the seat next to him, offered his name and a small nod. Told you he wasn't exactly in the position for a real relationship and still climbed into the cab after you when last call came.
Sure, you had your theories. Halfway convinced it was some stupid game or kink he came up with. That it was fun to play along. A game for two. Although, you supposed it might've been memory problems, or a drinking one.
It didn't matter much to you.
His body knew. Reacted on reflexes, kissed you a little harder, stayed a little longer each night you spent together. Held you like you weren't just a hopeless idiot pining over a man that slipped away from you after the sun rose, like you meant something to him.
Until one morning he didn't just disappear.
Rolled over in bed and traced over your shoulder, pressed a small kiss there and said something completely foreign. "I have the weekend off. We could spend it together."
He stayed. And for a second, you got to hold him in your hand. Each moment was another grain of sand down the hourglass. You knew it was temporary. That this, whatever fucked-up thing the two of you were doing, it couldn't last.
But he felt right. Made you breakfast. Took you out to a quiet spot in the park, held your hand and went window shopping. Showed you his place, putting on movies and making popcorn. Treated you like his girlfriend instead of the fuck buddy you were starting to feel like. And it was there, on his couch and under a blanket, that he confessed.
"I had fun," he murmured, running his fingers through your hair. "I hate that I won't remember this."
"What?" You blinked. It had been unspoken. Something you never said outright. Although, the past few times you'd started to tease, to hint that this game was getting old.
"My job, it's, ah, confidential," he explained, low and soft and leaving a sick fucking feeling in your stomach. He was about to continue, but the panic kept rising in your chest, sitting up as you turned to glance back at him.
"Ken," you started, bile building in the back of your throat.
"I do projects for them and they wipe my memory afterwards," he shrugged, like all that time, all those experiences were just disposable. Like you were. "It pays well, but-"
"So, if we met before this, you really wouldn't have remembered?" You asked, even though you knew the answer.
He squinted at you, brows scrunched together as his fingers instinctively tightened around your waist.
"Have we?"
Forgetting Nanami Kento was a hell of a lot harder when you knew remembering you had never been an option for him.
a/n: just watched paycheck lol and had to write a little drabble :p divider by @/strangergraphics
𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑧𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒
𖤝 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡
There is something about a yandere stuck in the friendzone that is just so. utterly. pathetic.
My favorite part of the trope is just how diverse it can be.
older bf!nanami spoils you quietly. thoughtfully. he never makes a show of it—the fresh bouquet on your nightstand every sunday, the lunchboxes packed when he knows you’ll be busy, the way he lets you drag him into shops just to buy you trinkets that “make no financial sense,” yet his wallet’s already out.
he’s older, calm, and terrifyingly composed, but he never makes you feel small—until you’re under him like this.
“k-kento… t-too big—!” your breath hitches, nails clawing into his forearms, but he doesn’t stop. his hips are relentless, driving his cock deeper, harder—brutal, merciless, a sharp contrast to the man who buttoned your coat for you this morning. “i know, darling,” he coos, lips brushing your temple, but there’s a dark gleam in his eyes as he watches you fall apart. “but you’re taking me so well, aren’t you? such a good girl.”
you’re folded in half—legs pinned to your chest, body trembling as he pounds into you, thick and deep, splitting you open with every brutal thrust. his cock kisses your cervix, the heavy drag making your toes curl. “k-kento—ahh—too much… f-feels so good, i—” your words melt into high-pitched whines, drool spilling from the corner of your lips as you squirm beneath him.
“look at you,” he murmurs, pace never faltering, “so pretty when you can’t even form a sentence. what happened to my sharp girl, hmm?” his words are sweet, but the way his hips snap against you—rough, punishing—has your mind blanking. “kento! ahh—mmph—fuck—!” you sob, overwhelmed, nails raking down his back as his cock drags along every sensitive spot inside you, every thrust making your brain fuzzier.
he leans down, mouth messy against your lips, licking into you as his cock bullies its way back into your squelching cunt. “that’s it. take it. you can take a little more, can’t you?”
“y-yes! yes, please—” you cry, teary-eyed, completely cockdrunk as he rocks you into the mattress. “my good girl,” he praises, voice so tender it’s almost cruel, even as his hips roll with devastating force. “let me fuck you dumb, sweetheart. you don’t have to think—just feel me.”
and god, you do. every inch of him. every filthy, perfect inch.
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18+ roommate!geto is such a #manipulator
geto figures it out early that you can’t lie for shit when you’re aroused. not past that first breathy dodge. he watches it happen once, twice, a dozen times. after cataloguing the symptoms like a study in behavioral weakness, he turns it into a psychological exercise, poking and prodding until you dodge the setup like a skittish little brat, he pounces.
the approach is always innocuous and passive. geto plays nice. he sits at the foot of your bed, shirt off, hair half-tied and falling into his face like he’s some soft-spoken boyfriend instead of a sadist with an agenda. “so,” a glance sideways, a faint smile, “are we still pretending you don’t want to sit on my cock, or are we done lying tonight?”
you scoff, “bold of you to assume i ever wanted to.”
“cute. so you weren’t eye-fucking me over breakfast?” he stretches his arms behind him, corded muscles flexing. “not even once? while the tea was steeping and you kept sneaking glances at my direction?”
no answer. he hums, faux-thoughtful. “right, of course. my mistake.” you’re flat on your back, wrists pinned before you even come up with a snarky rebuttal. “not turned on, huh?” two long fingers dip past the hem of your panties, find slickness without effort. “then what is this?”
your hips jerk up. a weak whimper leaves your throat. he snorts softly, mouthing kisses at your jaw. “say it again. tell me you weren’t thinking about my tongue in the shower. say you didn’t cum picturing me choking you out and making you cry for it.”
you try. lie again. but your legs are already spread, and he’s talking you through every depraved thought you’ve ever had while his fingers fuck the truth out of you, like some fucked-up version of pinocchio, instead of having your nose grow with every fib, his fingers plunge deeper with each false word.
there’s no preamble when he finally fucks you. knees locked beside your ears, you’re folded in a mean mating press while his cock punches into you. “then why’d you moan my name last night?” whispered low, close to your ear. “when you thought i couldn’t hear? when you were finger-fucking yourself like some horny little slut?” you fall apart halfway through. sob out the truth with his hand in your hair and his dick stretching you open. yes. yes, you thought about him. yes, you came thinking about his mouth. yes, you are a lying liar who lies.
he kisses you, fingers still knotted in your hair. “next time,” he smiles serenely, “try honesty before i fuck it out of you.”
sprawled sideways on the couch, legs draped over suguru’s lap and ankles neatly crossed. on the floor, satoru’s nursing a soda, watching your freshly done manicures with suspicious interest. you tilt your hand, let the sunlight catch the curve of your pink and glossy index finger.
“cute, right?” suguru hums, teacup in hand, barely looking. reliable, that one. but it’s satoru you’re really watching. the classic im about to say something perverted face.
“you know what shade that reminds me of—”
“the tip of your dick,” you cut in. “yup. that’s why i picked it.”suguru’s tea exits his mouth in a clean, almost cinematic arc, splattering across a stack of magazines. satoru laughs so violently he folds in half, hand slapping his thigh, soda threatening to go the same way as the tea. “goddamn,” he wheezes, between hiccuped laughter. “you really went there.”you hold up your hand. he high-fives it without missing a beat.
“flop blog” to you. I think 7 notes on my shitpost is a wilding success actually
𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑵𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊
❤︎ 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑤 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡
I see so many fics where Nanami is this dream breadwinner, the ultimate provider. And I love it, it's something that I can admit to dreaming of, but thinking of this practically, that man hates his job as a salaryman.
He'd be so much better suited at home, being the absolutely perfect house husband. His natural seriousness, borderline anal retentiveness, means that everything is spick and span.
Since he's the house husband, you'd naturally have to be the financial provider, and he respects that sacrifice and makes sure that he shows his appreciation through taking his job as homemaker just as seriously as his previous corporate job. That goes to say, your homelife is as close to perfect as it ever could be.
The house is always spotless, floors vacuumed, baseboards dusted, pillows fluffed. There's always dinner on the table when you come home (he somehow always knows just what you want to eat. Call it a house husbands' instincts).
Yandere!Suguru who rubs his hand over your back as you mope about yet another day of no responses to your job applications.
Yandere!Suguru who murmurs reassurances to you
"It's okay honey"
"You're too good for them"
"I'll take care of you"
Yandere!Suguru who can't help but feel the twisted confliction between pity and satisfaction
Yandere!Suguru who softly smiles into the top of your head as you reluctantly agree to let him financially support you
Yandere!Suguru who would rather die than tell you how the only reason you haven't received any calls is because of his own interference
Hii! I just read chapter 2 of your yandere Aizawa fic and honestly I rally enjoyed the dynamic in this chapter! I think it’s very interesting that darling (us? Idk but I think that is the term) had a delayed response to the kidnapping instead of an instant one. I also liked that in this chapter we can see how the darling struggles with their own emotions and has a conflict within. I haven’t read the other two chapters mainly because I wanna pace myself but it’s sooo good so far that I’m fighting demons not to binge the next chapters. I think that if you ever get stuck in a writer’s block while writing, you should definitely revisit darling’s internal conflict and maybe even have a chapter that focuses on interiority. (I am not in any way trying to tell you how to write your story, I wouldn’t dream of it, this is only a suggestion!)
Thank you for this delicious food (series) and I can’t wait to see where it goes! :D
I'm so glad that you've liked Kitten so far! I hope that you enjoy the rest when you get to reading it, and I appreciate your suggestions!
I already have a pretty good idea of what I will be doing for the next chapter, a lil bit of inner turmoil, a lil bit of fluff. I'll definitely keep in mind revisiting internal conflict for later, if I decide that it feels right.
Thinking about a yandere who will comfort you during a thunderstorm.
The wind is making the house lurch, the rain sounds like it's going to break windows, the thunder keeps shaking the floors, but he's just there, holding your head to his chest, stroking your hair.
You're all nervous, but he's living life. You're not fighting, not whining about him holding you. Instead, you're gripping onto the front of his shirt and tucking your head underneath his chin.
Challenging yan!Suguru when he tells you that you need to stop skipping meals by asking "aw what are you gonna do about it? Tie me up and force feed me?" And then he just smiles and fucking does just that.
Don't mind me, just thinking about Mommy Suguru's titties
𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲
"𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬.
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮."
𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐.𝟔𝐤
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞/𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝟏𝟖+), 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
part 1, part 2, part 3
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This is my first time doing this ever but i NEED more of Eraserhead's Kitten. I have binged read the whole thing and stocked you whole page I'm running out of things to read! Please please PLEASE make another part!
Thank you so much!
You've found my work just in time, because as it so happens, after about two years of writers block, I've finally started writing again. I don't know when I'll be finished with the next part, but I have started it and made a decent chunk on it. I've been struggling because it's actually a smut piece, which I have never written and have never attempted to write. It'll get done eventually though, and I hope that it doesn't disappoint lol.
not sure if you're still active but just wanted to lyk i really enjoyed your yandere aizawa fic :) hope you're well!
Aww thank you so much! Technically I am active but not posting (I’ll be adding On Hiatus to my bio). My schooling has consumed all of my time so I haven’t been able to write at all.
I really appreciate your kind words and concern :)