Fallen Into Fantasy: Part Six (Yandere Drider! Tomura Shigaraki x Reader x Yandere Dragon Shifter! Dabi)
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“I don’t see why I had to come.”
“Because I told you to.”
Groaning quietly, you fidgeted slightly, trying to ignore the noise that was reaching you through the haze of your sleep. Cradled in something that felt so soft and warm, you had no desire to be woken up by something your instincts told you would be nowhere near as comforting. You might have been able to fall back into the sweet oblivion of sleep, but when you tried to bury your face in the makeshift bed, you found yourself bound too tightly to move that much. It was that fact, more than anything else, that finally drove you to open your eyes.
Gray. That was the first thing you saw. Then there were the thin, almost glittering strings of white that swayed ever so slightly above you. And when you turned your head as much as you could manage, you saw that you were covered in them.
“Shit,” you whispered, your memory finally making it through the grogginess of your mind. You had been captured again—this time by some half-man, half-spider beast named Shigaraki, caught in his web while he salivated over you. He had carried you from his snare in the forest all the way to his cave, where the last thing you remembered was him biting down on the crook of your neck, Shigaraki moaning deeply while you felt the strangely pleasant burn of his venom drip into your veins.
“You’re going to rest now, little one,” he had murmured as he brushed his lips against the shell of your ear. And rest you did, you supposed. You just wanted to know how long your rested for, or, even better, how you could get out of the web before Shigaraki returned to this offshoot cavern.
“Let’s make one thing clear,” a voice said, echoing off the stone walls. “I did not come here because you told me to. I came because you had something worthwhile to show me, but I’m not sure why I listened to you.”
“Because it’s really good,” the other voice rasped, letting you recognize it at Shigaraki’s. “When I was checking my snare webs the other day—”
“You seriously brought me down here for some piece of prey you found? If it’s not Endeavor, I don’t give a shit.”
“It’s better than your stupid grudge. She smells better, lookss better, taste better.”
“What the fuck are you even talking about?”
“I found myself a mate.”
Eyes widening at Shigaraki’s admission, you glanced about in desperation for anything that might help you. The small cave you were in was bare though, the only thing in it being you and the spiderwebs. But when you heard the clicking footsteps of Shigaraki’s legs, along with steps that sounded far more human, you decided that any attempt to escape was better than none and promptly began thrashing wildly in the hopes that you might tear some of the webs. They held though, all the while the voices grew closer.
“Aw, Shigaraki, we’ve talked about this,” the stranger mocked, although as he grew closer and his voice grew clearer, it almost struck you as familiar. “It doesn’t count as a mate if they’re already dead.”
“Fuck you,” Shigaraki hissed. “My mate is alive, and she’s breathtaking. She’s a mortal. You’re just jealous.”
“Please, I’ve already got a mortal mate, one I’m sure yours could never compare to.”
“What, that little thing you lost while fighting Endeavor? You couldn’t even keep hold of her for five damn minutes, does she even count as your mate? How do you know someone else hasn’t claimed her already?”
“If someone has tried to claim her, I will take her back. She’s mine.”
“Will you now?” Shigaraki chuckled, the sound close enough to tell you that he and his friend must have finally made it to the cavern’s entrance. Going completely still, you shut your eyes, hoping that they would leave you alone if they thought that you were asleep.
“Don’t be like that, I know you’re awake,” Shigaraki scolded you as he crept towards the web, reaching forward as soon as he reached the edge of it to drum his fingers up your legs. “Come on, we’ve got a guest.”
Biting back a sigh, you opened your eyes once again. This time, the first thing that you saw was Shigaraki leering at you, his crimson eyes staring at you as if he could keep you with him through his gaze alone. As soon as he saw that you had obeyed him—just as a good mate should—he decided to reward you, taking your wrists in his grip and pulling you out of the web with an ease that only a drider could manage. He paused just a moment to cradle you in his arms before gently setting you on the ground, though he kept his hand firmly on the small of your back.
“Now, be good,” he said. “I would just hate to have to bite you again.”
Even without his warning, you thought to yourself, you didn’t think you would have tried to run. Not when being set down on your own two feet forced you to realize just how weak your legs were. Not when your head still felt so heavy. And definitely not when you recognized the friend Shigaraki had brought home to meet you.
“Shit,” Dabi whispered, the cyan eyes of his human form staring at you with a mix of shock, relief, and hunger. “Is this where you’ve been hiding this whole time, sweetheart? Bet you’re more than ready to come back home with me now that you‘ve been forced to hang with this creep.”
“I—I haven’t been here this whole time.”
“Then where the hell have you been? I don’t like it when my possessions try to leave me, doll.”
“I—”
“I just found her in my web yesterday. And when I did, she was practically buried in the scents of Midoriya and All Might. It was a miracle I even caught your scent on her at all.”
Dabi’s scarred face twisting into a hateful scowl, he stalked up to where Shigaraki held you and yanked you towards him, forcing your chin up so you couldn’t avoid his gaze. His eyes shadowed with all of the greed expected from a dragon who was looking over the most precious treasure of his hoard, he simply stared at you, as if to confirm that he had finally gotten you back into his arms. And once he was seemingly satisfied, he glanced back at Shigaraki, his lips having curled into a triumphant smirk.
“Well then, thanks for the help and all that shit. I owe you one.”
Hissing, Shigaraki grabbed your wrist and tugged you back over to him, mere glance all you needed to see the possessive rage now simmering within him.
“I told you, she’s my mate. I found her and I claimed her.”
“So you just brought me here for what? To rub my face in it?”
“Partly,” the drider admitted. “But also to let you know that you could stop looking for her, now that she’s where she truly belongs.”
“Yeah, right. How about we see which one of us prefers then?”
“Fine.”
“Good.”
With that, both of the monsters turned to you, silent threats staring at you from out of both of their eyes, though with just the slightest pleas mixed in. Unsure of what to do in such a no-win scenario, you tried to take a step back, only for Shigaraki’s tight grip to stop you.
“I, well, honestly, I don’t know if I’m the right mate for either of you,” you began slowly.
“What?” Shigaraki snarled.
“I just mean, there are so many competing claims on me already, and I really don’t want to ruin your friendship—”
“Oh,” the dragon shifter scoffed, reaching out to take your free hand, which Shigaraki surprisingly allowed. “Is that all?”
“if that’s what you’re worried about, princess,” Shigaraki murmured in your ear, “then we can find a way to work around that.”
“H—how?”
“We’ll share, sweetheart.”
“Really?”
“Of course. We can’t risk losing you.”
Wrapping his wiry arms around your waist, Shigaraki pulled you close and scraped his fangs against the soft skin of your neck as he hummed in agreement. And when Dabi caressed your cheek, all you could think about was how impossible it would be to get away from the both of them. And all both of you mates could think about was how they would get rid of the other so that each could have you all to himself.
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cw/tw: exophilia/teratophilia (seriously its not just dude with ears and tail you’re gonna fuck a demon), dubcon, size difference (i may have gone overboard with this lol), fear, tummy bulge, cumflation, botched exorcism, minor degradation
— “You broke whatever ties I had to this place, to my life, I can barely remember anything now.”
“Thats, uh, good! Right? Now you can leave!”
His booming laugh falls over you like ice water, his ruby eyes catch in the light and you feel a scream start to build in your throat. “You’re so stupid. Now I can touch you.” —
I am sliding in to request some yandere incubus Kirishima 👀. Maybe dubcon with a bit of a resistant darling who he coaxes and persuades into fucking him. Maybe uses incubus powers to have her be more willing and overstimulates her like crazy. Go as wild as you want, I don’t mind 👀
A full month and 5.3k words later...it is finished.
From now on if anyone wants an example of my writing at its best (and most selfishly self indulgent) I shall send them this fic.
Warnings for this one: Dub con, drugging (kinda? magical drugging), some violence/blood mention, Delusional Yan Kiri at its finest.
The house was still as he hovered outside of your window, peering inside carefully. You were normally asleep by this time…The redhead practically vibrated with excitement as he slipped his claws under your window, slowly pushing it up. He had broken the lock several months ago when he had first caught your scent, peering through your window and finding you in the midst of a wet dream, desperately rubbing your thighs together in your sleep as you gasped. You were just so tempting he couldn’t help himself from slipping inside and eating you up~
You had been so beautiful that night, arched out under the moonlight gasping and twitching around him. Every meal before you suddenly felt so lacking. He may have gotten a little…over excited and watched with guilt as you struggled to get through the next day, completely exhausted after how much he had fed off of you. Even despite the guilt he felt, he couldn’t help but feel a deep yearning towards you, the desire to take even more.
He had never felt the urge to eat the same meal twice before you. Yet he found himself returning to you night after night, every time hunger pains shot through him, whenever he felt his own magic and energy starting to fade yours was the first face that popped into his mind. He had tried to go to other food sources but they always felt…lacking. Bland and unseasoned, their noises and fluids did nothing to excite him the way yours did. He was left full and energized, fed to the brim after desperately taking and feeding on his new virgin meals, but it always left him antsy and unsatisfied, haunted by the memory of your scent, your taste, just you.
It had gotten to the point where he was…touching himself. Masturbating! At the thought of you! The shame was so deep he had wanted to rip off his wings and tail, ashamed that a high class Incubus like him would become so desperate over some random little human that he would lower himself to self pleasure was…horrifying to say the least.
He took a deep shuddering breath just at the memory of those dark times as he glided further into your room, letting your scent surround him as he purred softly. Your scent already had the stress from those memories melting away, leaving him feeling fuzzy and relaxed, as it should! His mate should calm him~
Mate…just the thought of the word had him warm and giddy inside. It had taken him weeks to realize what all the feelings he had meant, you smelling and tasting so good, he was left unable to feed properly. He almost felt ashamed that he had made you wait so long before he realized! Oh, he hoped you would forgive him! What was he thinking, of course, you would! The two of you were destined for each other of course!
Oh, it was so exciting! You would be only his to hold, his to touch! Your small, fragile mortal body would curl up against his, warm and soft against him, arching and nuzzling into his touches like a good little girl~ He would sweep you up into his arms, being praised as your manly hero as he takes you away from your pathetic human world! No one would be able to stop him or deny him of his claim.
He would kill them if they tried.
His hand was trembling slightly with excitement as he reached out towards your bed, pulling your blankets aside as he crawled into the bed, inhaling deeply as he let your scent wrap around him.
Oh…He was so giddy thinking of all the things he could do with you now! He had always dreamed of having his own little mate to call his~ Someone made to please him, to love him, to be with him. Every inch of you from your head all the way down to the tips of your toes was built to be perfect for him~ Would you feel the same about him? Already he ached for you, ached for your touch, as many Incubi did when they found their mates, but you were human. Still, he liked to think that you were just as drawn to him as he was to you.
He could already picture it, you looking up at him, teary eyed and sleepy, begging for him to crawl into your bed, wrap you up in his arms and wings and hold you so you could sleep. You would beg for him so prettily, whimpering that you can’t sleep without him. He would wrap you up tight in his arms, carry you to the bed and ravish you until you couldn’t stay awake anymore~ He gasped softly nuzzling your pillow, breathing in hard as he purred softly. How would he do it?
Maybe he’d bury himself between your thighs, lapping and sucking at your dripping cunt, drinking your juices and working you through orgasm after orgasm until you have no choice but to pass out from the pleasure. Or maybe he’d stuff you full of his cock, rocking slowly up into you, drinking up every noise of pleasure as he makes love to you; tenderly bringing you to completion as you stayed limp and submissive under him, falling asleep while still rolling in the pleasure he gave you.
You would be so good for him wouldn’t you? Let him take you over and over, let him please you and bring you to the heights of pleasure. You would never touch another ever again…too desperate and needy for him, so perfect for…
He moaned low and deep, his hand dragging over his dick that was straining hard against his loose fitting pants. Every nerve in his body felt on edge, even just the brushing of fabric against his skin sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. Fuck…He needed you so bad.
He couldn’t stop the small unmanly whimper that came from him as he tugged his pants down just enough for his member to pop out, the cold air hitting it leaving him shuttering hard. His teeth ached, begging to sink into your sensitive skin, to claim you, mark you up as his. He had never felt like this felt so…desperate.
It was addicting.
You did this to him…made him feel. Something he had always chased, desperate for the escape from the apathy that came with his cursed existence, doomed to forever chase the hunger and high of feeding off the pleasure of those who could feel. Yet here you were giving it to him freely. It was so addicting, to have all these feelings, towards you!!
He could never go back to the way it was before. He wouldn’t let it go back. He would kill anyone who tried to take you away from him, who tried to take this away…
He groaned, his entire body trembling all the way down to the tip of his tail as he slowly wrapped his fist around his cock, pumping it in his clawed hand. He could already imagine stuffing you full, coating you inside and out with his cum, claiming you so good no one would ever even question who you belonged to.
Oh, he couldn’t wait any longer! He wanted so badly to be inside you, cock nestled between your walls, your cunt squeezing down around him as his mouth and hands dragged over your soft skin. Already he could picture his claiming mark painted on your skin…
Something was nagging at him, an itch deep in the back of his brain as he swiped his thumb over his cock, huffing your scent as he pressed his face deeper into your pillow. He was missing something but he was too drunk on your scent, too focused on the build to his release to pay attention to the alarm bells blaring in his brain.
At least until he heard the bedroom door creak open followed by a frightened shriek.
“What the hell are you doing in my house?!”
He panicked, flailing as he spun around and sat up at the same time, staring at you wide eyed. Fuck! He had gotten so caught up in his fantasy he hadn’t even realized you weren’t in the bed, which meant you clearly weren’t asleep.
“I-I um, oh man I didn’t mean for you to meet me like this…”
You stared at him in confusion, eyes slowly dragging down until they locked onto his member, hard and leaking against his stomach. Your face immediately flushed hot, a startled squeak coming from you. Despite his panic as he tumbled out of your bed, clawed feet hitting your floor with loud clicks that just seemed to frighten you even more. He couldn't help the curl of amusement that swirled in his gut over the fact that you had immediately averted your eyes. Humans were always such silly things, so shy about sex and bits. Incubi were much more…open. Something you were going to have to get used to since he had no plans on hiding his dick away from his mate. Hell, the only reason he wore pants is because he thought they looked hella manly and cool! Like those famous actors from human movies! But now that he had a mate, he couldn’t imagine having something stopping him from just immediately taking you whenever and wherever he wanted, even if it was only for a second.
“Don’t be mad! I know im a bit late but I promise I’ll make it up to you~”
He calmed himself, grinning at you as he held his arms out as if asking for a hug as he advanced on you. You found yourself stumbling back as you stared at him in horror. He looked like something straight out of a horror movie, skin dark and reddened like blood, blackened horns jutting out and twisting around his head grotesquely, with every move the skin stretched over them almost seemed to pulse slightly as his slitted eyes roamed your body with a shamelessly large grin. Disgust and fear curled in your stomach as jagged sharp teeth were revealed to you, tapering off into sharp points just like the claws that spurted from his hands and feet. You could see a tail sway behind him, brushing the bottoms of large stretched out wings that were already curling towards you, stretching out as you stumbled back.
What…was he? For the briefest of moments you had thought it was the man from your dreams, warm and handsome as he fucked you, stuffed you full and left you shaking and crying for more. Every night you dreamt of him you woke up feeling sore but sated, your entire body aching but feeling so warm, the flashes of red hair and a bright smile still behind your eyelids. Warm moans and sweet praises still echoing faintly in your ears. This…thing in front of you was far from him.
“Stay the fuck away from me!”
You spun around, grabbing the door frame as you tensed, trying to run. Run where though? To the phone? Out the door? Should you scream for help? Who would believe you if you told them this this…demon was in your house, jerking off in your bed?
You had just barely made it out the door, feet sliding across the wood floor and nearly tripping you up when he moved too. In a flash he was through the door, behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the floor. You hadn’t even seen him move from his spot standing next to your bed.
“Let go of me! You sick fuck! Pervert! Help!”
You screamed kicking and flailing in his arms as he easily held you up off the floor. You tried elbowing his head, biting, scratching, hitting him in any way you could with your back pressed tightly against his chest and strong arms restraining you by your waist. He just laughed brightly as you hit him, any strikes just bouncing off his hard skin as he turned around to walk you back to your room.
“Feisty! I like that!”
Rage filled your chest when he laughed at your attempts to free yourself. He was left unaffected while you were left throbbing in pain, every hit feeling like you were trying to punch a boulder. It was hopeless attacking him, it was clear he was stronger than you. So you did the only thing you could think to do.
You grabbed onto the door frame as he walked through, clutching it hard enough it hurt, refusing to let go even when he tugged you lightly. The bright grin that had been plastered on his face faded slightly, and you took that victory and clung to it, clutching the door frame tighter.
”Come on, don’t be like that. I know you want to play hard to get but I don’t want to hurt you. Look, you’re hurting yourself. Let go.”
You clung tighter, ignoring the rough wood digging into your palms hard enough that you were sure you would have slivers and cuts when you did let go. You didn’t care.
“Hard to get?! I'm not playing anything! Let go of me!”
You twisted trying to kick him again, lips curling into a snarl as he sighed at you. He shifted you in his hold, one arm unwinding from your waist just to hook under your thighs as he stepped closer, holding you firmer against his chest.
“You’re just nervous~ Don’t worry, Im sure any mortal would be, you probably don’t understand it completely yet, do you?~ I’ll help you relax~”
Understand what? Did the man have some sort of delusional fantasy about you? Anxiety filled you as you squirmed in the new grip as best as you could, trying to shove him away without letting go of your deathgrip on your door. You opened your mouth to snap at him, argue even more, kick and scream, anything so he would let go of you when a sweet scent started pouring off of the beast. You were breathing hard, both from the yelling and fighting, you got a large lungful of the smell before you could even register it was there.
The effects were immediate. Your head spun hard, hard enough you had to squeeze your eyes closed to stop the way the room suddenly spun hard, your entire body instantly falling limp in his arms.
“There you go~ Much better…”
You forced your eyes open again once everything stopped spinning so hard, staring up at the demon holding you with wide confused eyes. What did he do to you? He had shifted you so he was cradling you bridal style, you reached up to push at his chest, to push him away. You tried at least, your movements were slow, your body feeling weak. You pressed your hands against his chest, but you couldn’t find the strength to shove at him, to resist the jolts of pleasure that shocked you when you touched him.
“Easy there~ You might rile me up even more.”
You felt your face grow hot as he grinned down at you, ripping your hands away from his chest through pure will alone. Your cheeks burned even hotter when he chuckled down at you, sitting down on your bed and turning to settle you down in his lap.
You shook hard as he wound his tail around your waist, tugging you until you were in a position he liked, large hands pressing against your stomach and sliding down your thighs, exploring your body, your skin in a way that felt so familiar…like he had done it before. You felt painfully aware of how his chiseled chest felt pressed against your back, how in this position, with your legs spread wide to try and straddle his thick thighs you could feel his hard on brushing up against your panties. You could feel your tummy flip as your cunt twitched, clenching down on nothing with every brush against your clothed heat.
“Please don’t hurt me…”
You were panting hard, desperate panicked breaths just proving to intoxicate you further, the sweet scent pouring off of him twisting around your senses and filling your head up. Every breath you took drained more of your fight out of you, panic and fear slowly being replaced with something…warm. Something sweet. You couldn’t bring yourself to push him away or thrash and fight like you were before. You felt disconnected from your body, willing it to move but you couldn’t manage more than the weak twitches of your fingertips and toes. You wanted to jump, pull away, do anything. Shamefully you noticed you were getting wet, soaking through your panties as your entire body tingled, arousal coiling tight in your gut.
“Oh, no, no, sweetie~ I’d never hurt you…Well, not unless you wanted me to.”
He grinned down at you, sharp and dangerous, his jagged teeth glinting under the moonlight that poured in from the open window.
You were panting hard, every weak gasp for air just proving to drunken you even further as you breathed in his scent, unable to stop yourself from slumping against his body. You trembled mewling weakly as his claws trailed down your skin, even just the soft scrape of his claws against your skin sending jolts of pleasure straight to your throbbing cunt. You jolted against his chest when his fingers finally pressed flat against your abdomen, claws easily hooking under your panties, hand sliding in to cup your privates fully.
“Good girl~ So wet for me~”
You trembled in his arms, flushing bright red when his hand was quickly coated in your fluids, hyperaware of the feeling of it slowly dripping out of your throbbing sex. You were painfully focused on his touch as his middle finger dipped between your lips, rubbing at your clit and entrance all at once, smirking as you jolted hard, a loud startled moan bubbling from your chest before you could stop it. You shuttered in his arms, whimpering as you arched back against him as he kept moving, rubbing at you as a deep growl vibrated through his chest.
“That’s it~ Good girl~”
You gasped, keening softly as he pulled his hand out of your underwear, making sure to drag his finger across your clit the entire way. Immediately his hands hooked under your bare thighs, smearing your juices across your skin as he lifted you up.
“Let's get you out of these~”
He purred as he maneuvered you, easily holding you up with one hand as he dipped one clawed finger under the band of your panties, easily shredding through the fabric and tossing it to the side. You gasped whimpering as cold air finally hit your heated flesh. God...it felt like you were burning up. You could feel wetness dripping out of you, coating your thighs and dripping down onto his cock. You wanted to feel shame, fear, but your thoughts were too fuzzy, too consumed by the overwhelming lust that filled your entire body.
“Now you’re getting into it, such a good girl~ My good little mate...Fuck you’re so soaked for me~”
You shivered moaning softly at his deep voice in your ear as he picked you up yet again, moving you until you were face down on the bed, hips propped up so he could grind his swollen cock against your dripping cunt. You found yourself drooling into your mattress as you desperately tried to rock back against his cock with your limited mobility. Fuck...you just...needed. You whined high and loud, frustrated as he chuckled down at you, his claws brushing down your back, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he cooed down at you.
“Be patient. I’ll give you what you need...”
The sweet smell got even stronger as he leaned over you, pressing his chest against your back, cock rubbing between his thighs as his hands moved up to cup your breasts. You found yourself melting into the touch, panting and mewling weakly as he rolled your nipples between his fingers, claws leaving shallow scratches across your skin. Even that felt good…
“Such a good mate! Look at you, so gorgeous...I could eat you forever, you know~”
He purred nipping at your ear as he drank up your sweet pleasured cries, rocking his hips between yours as he thrust blindly between your thighs. Low grunts and groans were panted out right in your ear as he rut against your pussy, blindly searching for your entrance.
“Gonna fill you up so good...fill you full of my seed. Make you mine!”
He growled his cock bumping against your hole, nudging against it before sliding past. Growling again he slowly pulled back, keeping his hands around your stomach as he lined himself up before thrusting into you. Claws pricked at your stomach, drawing small beads of blood as he forced you to take him all the way to the base in one thrust.
You cried out, trembling hard as you clamped down around his cock as he stuffed you full. Your brain was telling you it should hurt, you shouldn’t’ve been able to take him like that, but all you could think about was the waves of pleasure rolling through you as you moaned. It was like you were molded to his cock, made to take him, made to be filled like this. The overwhelming feeling of wholeness made your head spin as pleasure danced along your spine.
“You feel so good around me, baby~ I knew you were made to take me like this...that very first time your pretty little cunt wrapped around my cock, I knew I loved you.”
He gushed eagerly, voice rough in your ear as he rambled between moans, rocking his hips inside of you. First time…? What did he mean by-
You didn’t have time to register that fully, let alone ask him. He pulled out, cock dragging against your walls as you twitched and clenched around him before immediately thrusting back in, leaving you arching back against his chest, crying out for him.
“You’re so tight~ It’s like you never want to let me go~ You must love me a whole lot, don’t you, baby?”
He growled happily in your ear as he started a rough and brutal pace, hips slapping against yours, the force of each thrust hard enough you found yourself jolting forward, only held in place by the iron grip he had around your stomach.
He fucked you like he was making a claim, the wet sounds of your pussy clenching around him with every thrust filling the room along with his grunts and growls and your desperate pleasured cries. All you could do was hold on, your hands balled into fists as you clung to the sheets below you as waves of pleasure rolled over you, unable to think of anything but Kirishima. Every breath you took was his scent, all you could feel was his cock thrusting deep inside of you, his chest pressed against yours, the way he was kissing and nipping at your jaw.
You didn’t even realize he had never told you his name, the very one you were whimpering.
“Look, baby~ I'm right here.”
You could feel the toothy grin against the back of your neck as a large hand pressed against your stomach, pushing hard enough you could feel every single thrust all the more. You sobbed in pleasure torn between grabbing his hand and ripping it away from your stomach and pushing it harder against it. Anything to keep the pleasure dancing behind your eyes.
You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, long enough that your throat felt raw, that your neck and shoulders ached with the bruises and marks he had left behind. Your nipples felt rubbed raw and sensitive. Everything blurred together, you were left limp and submissive in the demon’s arms, as he fucked you, snarling into the back of your neck. Compliments and praises were still raining down on you but they rolled off of you before you could even begin to process them. All you could think about was that heat coiling in your belly, you wanted to cum so badly. You whimpered desperately clenching down around him as you bucked your hips backwards, trembling hard when he snarled, thrusting his hips back inside you hard enough you actually found yourself sliding forward.
“Shit, I’m close, baby...Are you going to cum with me?”
His voice was warped, deep and gravely, sounding harsher, darker than before. It wasn’t a voice that any human could ever hope to have. Still you whined high in your throat, nodding desperately, anything! You just wanted to cum so bad! Every time you got close, teased with that release it danced away from you, denying you of it. Not this time.
You nearly sobbed in pleasure as he started thrusting harder, hips stuttering as his cock pulsed hard inside of you. It only took one...two...three thrusts before he was roaring, the sound loud enough it vibrated through your body, your ears ringing as he came. He kept thrusting as he spilled inside of you, cum spilling out your hole around his cock and flooding down your thighs. He kept thrusting hard inside of you until he grabbed your hips with both hands, yanking you back onto his cock as he thrust as deep as he could. You seized up, screaming as you came, vision whiting out as you spasmed around his cock, drool spilling down your chin as your eyes rolled back. Wave after wave flooded through you, leaving you shaking and sobbing through the pleasure, immediately falling limp like a marionette with its strings cut the second it started to fade. You could hear his and your heavy breaths filling the otherwise silent room, feel the cum dripping down your thighs and pooling around your knees.
He waited until you both had caught your breaths, still shaking and sweaty against each other's bodies before he suddenly lunged down, teeth sinking into your shoulder. You screamed in agony as sharp fangs sunk into your skin, tearing through your flesh. The grip around you tightened as he held you still, slurping and lapping at the blood that flowed heavily from the wound.
You dropped to the mattress the second he pulled away, hanging limply in his hold as he slowly set you down. It felt like your very life had been sucked out of you, leaving you weak and confused, unable to navigate the maze of your own mind through the fog of pleasure and lust and now pain that had filled it. Black crept around the edges of your vision as everything started to blur together. Your eyes felt so heavy...
“Hey...None of that now. Not yet.”
You whined low in your throat as he grabbed your hair, making your neck arch back as you blearily blinked up at him, your shoulder throbbed hard, protesting the new position as it pulsed in pain, blood oozing out of the wound slowly. Your vision was reduced to shadows and movements, watching as the blurry outline of the demon sank his fangs into his own thumb, pulling away darker. The same dark blur that covered his fangs dripped slowly down his hand. He slowly lowered it to your lips, thumb slipping into your mouth. You tried to cringe back as a heavy metallic taste filled your mouth, but the hand entangled in your hair prevented you from moving an inch. Instinctively you swallowed down the fluid that flooded your mouth, cringing even more as it coated your throat uncomfortably and filled your senses. You cried out pitifully around his thumb even as you suckled on it, wanting to squirm away but unable to find the energy to do so.
“Shhh~ I know. You’re okay.”
His thumb slipped from your mouth, hand letting go of your hair, finally letting you fall limply to your mattress. Relief filled your body as you finally relaxed, aching from head to toe, faintly you could still feel your pussy throbbing with every beat of your heart. Your eyes slid closed, fully believing the hell that you had just been put through was over.
Of course you were wrong.
It started small, a soft tingling in your back, slight warmth that you ignored due to the overwhelming heat of the demon still draped over you. You could still feel his gaze boring into you, waiting. You ignored him, pressing your face harder against the mattress below you, determined to either stay there until he left or you suffocated.
At least until your back started burning. The subtle heat from before was gone, replaced with an inferno tearing apart your lower back, burning through your muscles and skin. Faintly you could hear agonized screaming somewhere far away, it took you a moment to realize that that was you screaming. You couldn’t focus on it, though, the pain leaving your mind floating as tears streamed down your face, chest heaving for air.
And then...his voice cut through it all. Deep and rumbling through your ear it was like a soothing balm across the flames that were eating you alive.
“Shh~ Just accept it, baby~ Don’t fight it. I know it hurts, just relax...It’ll be over soon~”
Your whimpers were muffled as he leaned back, claws dragging slowly across your lower back. You screamed again, agony shooting through you as he touched them, pain hitting your consciousness like a bus. You twisted in place as best you could, weakly trying to turn around to swat away at his touch, only to freeze at what you saw.
The demon's face was twisted into a menacing grin, eyes practically glowing with delight as his claws dragged down your back, pain rocking you to your core. All you could see was a vague black shape on your back, similar to the one that covered the demon’s arm. Everything was too blurry to make out the details, pain and darkness made the edges of your vision fuzzy.
“You’re finally all mine~”
His voice was soft, warm, filled with so much joy and happiness it didn’t fit him, it didn’t fit the situation you were in. Your ears were ringing, stomach clenching hard. You felt like you were going to throw up. The darkness that had been creeping along the edges of your vision started spreading.
The last thing you saw was pointed sharp teeth grinning down at you, tracing over your mark with a dark possessive glint to his eye.
this masterlist of links will be updated as time goes on.
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—if there’s a link missing from all masterlists (including this one), let me know
—format will be updated and tweaked over time.
—headcanon may or may not be included in this list in the future.
enjoy!
—inktober masterlist
—beastfolks masterlist
—characters
adoxi;;
ns;fw;;slithering in when you sleep
ns;fw;; and jealousy makes a snake
ns;fw;; grief
ravish you
—interactions;; feeding
—interaction;; ideal darling
—interaction;;ns;fw | may i have some clothes please
—interaction;;ns;fw | please fill me
—interaction;; don’t touch me anymore
—interaction;; names
—interaction;; loving the pregnancy
—interaction;; transparent outfit
inktober;; lovesick
i’san | mr.insanity;;
anywhere. everywhere
slowly driven to the insanity
—interaction;; ideal darling
—interaction;; stop touching me
—interaction;; 5 seconds
red;;
ns;fw;; blood in the water
I’m only one allowed to touch you
ns;fw;; teeth mark
—interaction;;ns;fw | what have you done to me
inktober;; spike
inktober | ns;fw;; calm
cerelos;;
ns;fw;; runaway bride
ns;fw;; his empress, collared
inktober | ns;fw;; drool
lucien;;
ns;fw;; his sacrificial lamb
savored
I’ll kill all of them, for you
inktober | ns;fw;; lost
ns;fw;; lesson in subtlety
prototype tyrant;;
ns;fw;; the prototype
nsfw;; above all the rest
inktober | ns;fw;; humiliation
the butcher;;
ns;fw;; bloodstained
inktober | ns;fw;; missing
the starmaker;;
into the night
inktober | ns;fw;; poison
lady hyena;;
ns;fw;; her pretty pet
inktober | ns;fw;; petplay
other characters;;
androids;; a single act of kindness
drider;; trapped in the spiderweb
w-nd*go;; isolation
crow demon;; murder of crows
owl harpy;; little gifts
grizzly werewolf;; ns;fw | hunting his prey
wolf pack;; ns;fw | a pack of wolves and their lamb
alien;; ns;fw | dear specimen
werejaguar;; stalked
castlevania’s trevor belmont;; everything’s wrong with me
dream demon;; never wake up again
hellsing’s alucard;; ns;fw | drenched in red
drider;; f/f | itsy-bitsy spider
ghost;; ns;fw | the ghost’s bride
doctor;; the illness that plagued
shadow monster;; f/f | subject 131, the unknown abnormality
elf priest;; and love me not
demon priest;; i’m your god now
—sequel to demon priest;; dead dove do not eat!
breath of the wild’s lynel;; ns;fw | gentle roars into the night
mothman;; ns;fw | like a moth to the flame
krampus;; ns;fw | not every christmas wish is a miracle
nn;; ns;fw | with blood comes cleansing
dragon;; ns;fw | a holy knight, defiled
other interactions;;
castlevania’s alucard;; future plans
concepts;;
dolls;; eyes
immortal;; reincarnated
angel;; blackening wings
fairy?;; welcome home
anubis;; awaken
god;; stay here forever
shapeshifter;; i’m everyone you’ve ever been with
werewolf;; empty bed (warning: text may be broken in your browser)
telekinetic demon;; within your mind
ghost;; never leaving you
spider goddess;; ensnared
grim reaper;; how long is an etenity
headless horseman;; my little mouse
serial killer;; i spy with my little eyes…
cthulhu;; the end
eel mermaid;; in the cage
unknown alien;; battle royale
unknown monster;; unescapable madness
immortal lady;; soulmates
lizardman;; cannot hide from me
fox-headed creature / kitsune;; a debt to repay
imaginary friend?;; don’t look
beast gods;; the hunt
sentient house;; the shut-in
toy store’s dolls;; our successor
musings;;
fantasy species;; ns;fw | fate of the isekai’d humans
centaur couples;; ns;fw | between two giant bodies and the breeding pillory
artworks;;
mine;; adoxi sketch
mine;; cerelos sketch
@exhausteddrawer;; adoxi, red, and isan sketches
mine;; refined cerelos sketch
@exhausteddrawer;; adoxi flower sketch
@exhausteddrawer;; i’san sketch
@lewingz;; lucien sketch
mine;; adoxi for 300th followers
mine;; pyramid head and his darling (censored n sfw!)
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Mic skips a couple of steps and brings their darling home earlier than planned.
18+ only
tw: mention of blood, kidnapping, restraints
Hizashi felt panic bubble up his throat as he aggressively ran his fingers through his hair. This wasn't good, he wasn't good. He fumbled around trying to pull out his phone so he could message Shota.
-Sho, when are you getting home???
Probably in a few hours...-
why-
Shaking, the blonde continued:
-I brought her home
Hizashi was convinced he'd burn a whole in the rug with his pacing. Staring at his phone screen it looked like Shota was responding, then it stopped, started, stopped, and started. Finally after what felt like forever he got a simple reply:
I'll be home in 15 -
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"Mic, what did you do?" Aizawa sighed. The grumpy man intended to scold his partner but he couldn't bring himself to do so when Mic was so close to a full on panic attack.
"She agreed to meet up with her ex, he was talking about getting back together and I panicked."
Aizawa sighed; he understood where his partner was coming from. Even though Hazashi had abandoned their plan to wait, he was no longer surprised by Mic's actions. There was an understanding between the pair as the atmosphere softened.
Mic lead him down the basement stairs, instead of using the overhead light there was already a dull glow from nightlight that allowed the Pro Heroes to see well enough. On the bed in front of them the comforter rose and fell along with the breath of their darling.
"She should be asleep for another hour or two," Mic whispered. "I only cuffed one wrist to the bed, I figured without her quirk she won't be too troublesome."
Aizawa lovingly rolled his eyes. His partner was such a softy. Nodding in agreement he moved the blanket aside to see the clunky metal quirk-cancelling cuff encircling her ankle. The two had plenty of equipment from their jobs that allowed them to make a "safe" space for their girl.
The couple had stumbled across you on accident; you worked at the new cat cafe that opened near their home. The two quickly became regulars and you snagged their hearts when you recognized them as cafe regulars. They went every Sunday, you had their orders memorized and even told them which cats seemed to miss them the most. Hizashi fell hard and fast. It wasn't until Aizawa found you crying in the ally after one of your shifts that your fate was sealed. You told him that one of the cats ran out of the cafe earlier that day got hit by a car. Learning about the death of a cat wasn't the only thing breaking his heart.
When he got home that evening he told Hizashi. They both agreed that you needed to be protected, shielded from the pain of reality, and never subjected to cat-death-by-car ever again. Essentially they baby proofed their home for you. Anything dangerous (from silverware to chemicals) was locked away. Eraserhead installed cameras throughout the house that streamed to both of their phones. The windows were locked and shatter resistant and they even installed a top of the line security system.
Then came the stalking, both kept tabs on you - in their minds they both casual about it. Aizawa even visited you (broke in) one night to bug your phone. This was how the learned about your ex. The breakup was amicable enough that you two occasionally checked in on each other. After all, you had been together from middle school all the way through your teens. The two of you just wanted and were ready for different things.
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Sure enough, two hours later they could hear your faint scream travel up from the basement. Mic had taken care of the acoustics, of course. He made sure that not a peep could be heard from outside of the house; even before you were in the picture this was in place for his quirk. Between each floor of their house he also added sound minimizing flooring and installation. They needed to be able to hear you but also maintain their sanity.
"M-mr. Yamada? Mr Aizawa?"
Your wide eyes were filled to the brim with tears. As Mic sat on the edge of the bed you withdrew as far as you could from him.
Aizawa seemed more conscientious of your space; instead he knelt in front of the bed so he was at least on your level.
He was the first to speak, "There's no need to scream, y/n, you're safe here. It's just Zashi and I."
The tears finally spilled over. You tried asking them to let you go, that you wouldn't say anything. You told them you had work this evening (even if you didn't) and that they'd know something was wrong if you didn't show up. What made it worse was that the men just kept nodding, taking in every plea you made.
Finally Mic cut you off, "You don't have to worry about work anymore, me and Sho are gonna take care of you, it'll be great. We won't have to wait a whole week to spend time together."
"You can't," You hiccupped, "this is illegal. Once they find out you'll be in trouble."
It was as if they didn't hear you. Mic just kept rambling about what you three could do together and how perfect everything was and how you'd love living with them.
Aizawa on the other hand sighed and indicated to Mic that he should get off the bed. "It's a lot to take in right now, new environments can be scary. You should get some more rest, Zashi gave you a pretty strong sedative."
That explained the pounding in your head. You didn't bother to keep yelling as the ascended the stairs. Instead you focused on not crying. You kept telling yourself that now wasn't the time for tears. You needed to get away from your abductors. You had never been in handcuffs before, you tried pulling against the bed frame in hopes that something would give way. As you expected, nothing really happened. The cuff was secured tightly around your wrist and with every pull came a dull pain in your hand. There wasn't anything useful within your reach.
After crying on the bed for what felt like an eternity you were all out of tears. You thought back to a movie you saw last summer, this detective was cuffed to a furnace and he pulled his hand free. However, that guy definitely lost the flesh on his hand and probably broke something. Your stomach churned at the thought. Then your mind wandered to terrible things the men could do to you. What if they were cannibals? Or wanted to sell your organs on the black market? Weighing the pros and cons you began to pull violently away from the bedpost. The metal dug into your skin and you couldn't help but scream. Hopefully your captors wouldn't come until you were free. There was a small window at the very top of the adjacent wall maybe you could squeeze through.
The searing pain became too much and you stopped to collect yourself. There were already gashes along the base of your wrist and blood coated the handcuffs. You stifled a cry as you resumed your work. You let out a blood-curdling scream when you felt a pop. Instead of freedom, you felt even more trapped. Your thumb looks wrong and looked like it was caught half way in the handcuff and halfway out. Movies make everything seem so much easier.
Light poured in as the door to the basement opened. Panicking you concealed the evidence under the blanket. Both of your hands and parts of your clothes were painted with blood.
"Hey kitten," Aizawa cooed. "We brought you some water. Are you feeling any better."
It was Mic who noticed first. You flinched as his hands cupped your face, his thumb ran along your cheek and you felt something slick.
His voice was rushed and panicked, "Sweet girl, this is blood. Shota come here, y/n is bleeding."
The blonde man handles your face and neck trying to find the source of the bleeding.
You pulled the blanket tighter, "I'm okay, please let me go."
Then Aizawa noticed the specks of blood on the sheets. He tugged at the blankets until you couldn't hold on any more. You were really only holding on with one good hand. You couldn't recall seeing that much emotion on his face in the past.
"Mic go get the first aid kit, now," Eraser's voice was strained and quiet but it sent the other man scattering up the stairs. He pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the cuff. Instinctively your cradled the hand to your chest, crying for the umph-teenth time that day. The scruffy man pulled you on to his lap, cradling your head to his chest like you would a child.
"You're okay, Mic's gonna get the first aid kit and we're gonna get you all taken care of."
When it came to flight or fight involving direct confrontation, you chose the third option: freeze. You focus on your breathing as the man continued to soothe you. You could hear Mic nearly throw himself down the stairs as he made his was back to your side.
Mic was gentle with your wound, after cleaning the blood off the cuts were visibly deep but not as bad as it seemed. Aizawa told him that it looked like your thumb was dislocated and that he would fix it once the bleeding stopped.
As Hizashi continued to apply pressure you were able to hear him sniffling as he held back tears of his own. Aizawa reached over to comfort Mic as he continued his fawning over you, "You're safe, everything's okay now. We should've known that you would get scared, all by yourself down here. We won't leave you alone again, especially while you're adjusting to your new home."
I am postively obsessed with the yandere purge Au (credits to @yanderemommabean) and have been reading it nonstop for a month now. And dont get me wrong most of the appeal is the night of, when you need to sprint for your life. But you know what came to me? What about the morning after? That’s gotta be the biggest post-nut clarity in the world if your a semi-lucid man, like Julian!
content warning: needles
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Julian has you on his lap, the sunlight is streaming in as the two of you rest on the alcove of his open window, one of his legs swung out to enjoy dangling out of the 3 story building- besides it was too early in the morning for anyone to really complain. You were relaxed almost boneless into his lap, your back slouched against his chest as you stared up at him lovingly.
Lovingly? Perhaps it could also just be you don’t know where you’re looking, you’re on an awful lot of sedatives right now. “This is nice, isn’t it?” Julian asks. You don’t respond, Julian , gloved fingers pinching the fat of your cheeks a little hard, relived when you make a noise. You’re semi-responsive, thats good… The same gloved hand cups the whole of your face, palm resting filmly on your chin and squishing your cheeks together into a slight pout as the doctor manually moves your head into a nod: yes, this is nice. The sun light is streaming in so strongly mid-morning, but no one is out and about on the streets the day after Lucios new celebration; Ilya surprised himself that he actually went along with it. Months ago he would have detested the idea of taking you away so… brutishly- hell, a few years ago Ilya would have refused ever feeling so strongly about anyone, to have the need to have them so… wholly. To have you completely.
Almost completely. You’re in his house, his home, his hold- but you’re not fully awake yet. That should wear off soon though. He only gave you a big enough dose to keep you asleep for as long as the Counts celebrations rules required- though Julian could already see that there would be a demand for these laws to change in some way, only allowing 12 hours for the capturing and running of all participants isn’t fair at all, especially since those capturing have been preparing for weeks. You’re only sitting so relaxed in his lap now because of precisely that- Though originally, Julian had zero intentions to use his drugs on you. It was meant to be protective, encase he got in trouble. But, soon enough you got targeted by and angry mob, and when Ilya saved you you were much too focused on the implication he was watching you from your closet the past day you’d boarded yourself up in your home and, well it was already going downhill, might as well make you safe and quiet.
Remembering last nights fuss riled him up a little, but stressing himself out now won’t do you any good… But maybe… Maybe you’ll be mad. What is he saying, of course you’ll be mad! You’ll throw a fit, granted a very much deserved one, but… The sunlight is streaming in so lovely on the two of you. You’re smiling with a far off, dreamy look in your captivating eyes, looking right at him. Julian doesn’t even have to strap you down or anything as cruel as that, where you’d be screaming at the medical implements strewn about his room, or sobbing because you trusted him- You’re not doing any of that. Instead, you’re slowly twisting in his lap, your face moving to press into his stomach, fingers faintly grasping at his pant leg and black tassels of his belt. You’re nuzzling into him so sweetly, trying so hard to lift yourself up so you can have a conversation with him.
But Julian wouldn’t want to spoil the mood; to have that conversation. Not yet. At least wait until the weathers not so cheery, so beautiful, so romantic. Wait until clouds come this afternoon, or tomorrow- tomorrow for sure! Julian’s made up his mind, reaching over you- and apologising for the awkward angle as you bump your nose into his groin, before coming back and shifting you onto your left side, rolling up your right sleeve. Julian pricks the tip of the needle into your arm, before retracting it with a soft gasp: “Almost injected an air bubble… That wouldn’t have been very good…” Flicking the syringe, the doctor swings his leg over your waist- not necessary since you’re only just starting to come out of your last dose, but a good precaution to having you roll out of the window now that you’re sobering up enough to move. “And One. Two. Three… Very good, thank you.” Disposing of the needle by tossing it back onto the desk, Julian makes a mental note to disinfect it. Later though. For now, he would just like to bask in the sleepy domesticity of sitting in the alcove with you.
the main issue was I didn’t know what to do with my hand or eyes, do I open or shut my eyes? do I move from the middle outwards? do I touch it on lightly? like… idk what I’m doing
I use liquid but this will work with a pencil too.
Hold the applicator like a pencil and rest the edge of your hand on your cheek. The opposite eye can get tricky but it takes practice.
Eyes half open or gently closed. I start in the middle and move outward, then from the corner and connect back in the middle. Don’t try wings yet, just focus on getting a nice clean line on the lid.
This is beautiful, not just because of the lyrics, harmonies and relatable message, but also because Cinderella (Brandy), One of the Hercules Muses (Roz Ryan) , and Mama Odie (Jenifer Lewis) are singing it. Like we have been blessed.
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lemon stealing whores are a huge issue separate from food stealing whores. there’s a whole documentary about whores stealing lemons from the trees of unsuspecting victims. you can see the first two minutes of it here.
