This is my first time participating in kinktober, and since I donât think I can do one per day Iâll be doing one per week and yes, these will all be blue lock.
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đDay one, 10/3: Reo Mikage - corruption kink
You and Reo had been friends for a few years, despite being a junior in college youâd never drank, never smoked, never done drugs or even had sex. He had always wanted to corrupt you, to get you to do all of these things and watch you lose yourself, his Halloween yacht party was the perfect place to do that.
đťDay two, 10/10: Rin Itoshi - Somnophilia
Rin was your roommate, your best friend but not your lover. It always pissed him off when youâd come home drunk, lipstick smeared and talking about other guys. Yet he knew heâd never have a chance with you, he knew youâd never look at him that way, but none of that would matter if you were asleep, would it?
đDay three, 11/2: Nagi Seishiro - anal sex
Nagi always wanted to try anal sex, he begged almost every time, you two did it. âJust once, pleaseâ âcome on, if you donât like it we can stop just please can we try it?â But you always held firm, and he was sick of it.
đŹDay four, 11/10: Reo Mikage - blindfold
Reo had always been cruel when he forced himself onto you. Heâd blindfold you and tie you to the bed, you knew the routine by now but that didnât make it hurt any less.
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Yandere Lohen who who's polite and and maybe even a little too cheerful to you once you act in his best interest but try to deny him and he becomes the most violent maniac who doesn't care if he has to throw some hands to get you to comply with his desires..
Or yan Lohen who's unpredictable either wayâ act too sweet and his unabashed joy makes him want to carve his name into your skin or try to shut him down and he'll get just as pissed and you're basically walking on eggshells 25/8 because he simply *won't* leave you alone
And if you tried to tell Lohen about needing personal space, you get this look from him that immediately makes you backtrack but it's too late, he's already reeling his fist backâ you thought you could tell him no?
I could see Yandere Lohen holding his knife the your throat while forcing himself onto you.
Everytime he got back from working for the knights heâd dip the knife in fresh poison, making sure you watched as it dripped and got covered in the green substance.
Heâd come towards you, slowly at first, then heâd pounce, putting his arm around your back while he shimmied both yours and his clothes off.
âReally? Not gonna fight back again? How boring.â He laughed. Heâd force himself into you no matter how you reacted. Whether you just laid there and sobbed, whether you pathetically tried to fight back or whether you didnât react at all. None of it changed how much he enjoyed watching you suffer, because he knew, no matter how well you hid it you were still suffering.
As soon as he forced himself in heâd hold the knife a few inches from your throat. âGo on, try something. Make this more exciting, please?â He grinned, acting as if this was all a joke.
He would always make it as painful as possibly, trying to shove himself as deep as he could, but it was never enough for him. His strokes were always fast, he gave you no time to recover from the one prior. He knew you had no energy, but heâd still try to get you to fight him.
âCmon itâs not that hardâ he says holding the knife closer. âJust try, grab the knife from my hands, do something.â
He hated when you didnât comply with his games, but it was worse when you did. Heâd always find some way to paralyze you, usually with a spare needle he had full of the stuff, then heâd mock you for losing. Heâd calling you pathetic, ask if you really thought that would work despite him egging you on.
Even if he did have to resort to paralyzing you he wouldnât slow down. Heâd keep the same fast deliberate strokes, knowing you really couldnât do anything now.
It would always last until you passed out, you did every single time. âGoodnight honey, Iâll see you in the morning.â Heâd whisper as your consciousness faded.
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Why do toxic fanfics keep popping up on my fyp, like no I don't want Gojo cheating on me, fucking me as an apology and me actually FORGIVING him???. I need a man who is OBSESSED with me and wouldn't even think of looking at another woman. The only fanfics that truly still my hunger are yander fics.
Tws: stalking/mutual stalking, yandere, breaking and entering, reader goes through his stuff, he hits you with a bat, kidnapping?
Yandere crush who knows you like him, because itâs so obvious. He always sees you snap photos of him, follow him home, look in his window. But you never come into his house, never steal anything of his like he does with your stuff. Heâs waiting for the day you try to break in, but it never comes.
Heâs begun following you when you go to peer into his window, you always pout when you realize heâs not home. It hurts him to see you sad, but he needs you to try something.
After almost a month, you finally do. You push down his open living room window, squeezing yourself through and slowly walking past the white couch, the mahogany framed table with a glass center, the book shelves full of books heâs never once opened.
You believe you donât have to worry, he doesnât have any roommates, and he seems to have picked something up to do after the college classes.
You walk up the stairs, slowly tracing your hands over the railing, believing itâs an indirect way to hold his hand. You turn down the hall and walk into the master bedroom.
His fan is still on, his bed sheets in disarray, he never makes his bed. You consider making it for him, but then heâd know someone was here, maybe freak out and call the police, and theyâd find your dna everywhere. You canât let that happen.
You walk over to his closet, opening it revealing a mess. His clothes in bins, random junk thrown around, boxes full of books and much more. You begin going through the bins of his clothes. His shirts, pants, underwear, none of its folded, everythingâs jut lazily thrown inside. You feel along the closet wall to help yourself get up, but feel a door handle.
You move aside some bags and see a small door, it doesnât have a lock, and itâs a bit smaller than a door to a regular room. You turn the handle, push it open and step a leg inside without looking.
You pull yourself through, and look around. The walls are covered in photos of you, outside, during class, inside your home, sleeping. You notice a small table, a mattress, and a small box in the corner, shoved under the table. You walk over and open it. Itâs filled his your missing things. A book you loved, a hairbrush youâd had for years, hair ties, underwear, even a vial of your blood.
âI knew you wouldnât be able to resist when you felt the handle.â You heard a voice behind you say, you didnât want to believe who it was. You spun around, already trying to explain, âI can-â
but he hit you in the head with a bat. âSorry honey, but youâve already come to your new home, you canât leave now, or anytime soon.â He smiled at you sweetly. He watched your eyes unfocus and flutter closed, then walked to the basement to get some restraints.
Thinking about jock bully hunting you down after the bell rings...
You hurry â haphazardously shoving your books and pens into your bag before slinging it over your shoulder â ready to get out before the chimes are even done singing.
Thankfully, it seemed fine for now as you couldn't hear the roaring of buzzing students in the hallway just yet, only your own class packing up their belongings with movements rather lazy compared to yours.Â
But you couldn't afford to take your time â even with the free period following the end of your class. You needed to leave before he could find you.
"Whereâ you off to in such a hurry, Specs?"
You ought to have knocked on wood before finishing your thought â you admonished yourself with eyes squeezed tightly shut and a punishing bite to your lower lip.
It's funny â you winced â how his voice is so casual, so breezy and laidback, all cool and friendly â funny how it sends such spiky goosebumps down your spine.
You ignore him, trying to squeeze past him â quick and dexterous as you attempt to slip away and disappear out the door â maybe be so lucky to lose him in the crowd.
"Whoa, whoa- you tryna run off on me?" He joked. His large hands held up to block your way.Â
You watch the rest of your classmates leave â leaving you to fend for yourself. But you couldn't really blame them⌠none of you wanted to explain new bruises to worried parents at home.
He was like a shark circling, and if he smelt blood in the water, you were as good as done for. And you were like an open cut.
"Now, what did I do to deserve a disappearing act, huh?" He pouted. His head tilted, blocking out the lights in the ceiling, shadowing his already scary face.Â
You nearly squeaked instead of speaking. "Please- I- I-"
"Calm down, will yah?" He dismissed. Flashing you a wide smile â the one that nearly fooled you into believing he was a good and decent guy. "I ain't come to pick on yahâŚ"
You didn't listen. Once again, you bravely tried to push past him with your bag squeezed tightly to your chest â trying to rush to the door.
But his size was like the door itself. Big and squared. Muscly and tough as he blocked your way effortlessly. Though, no less bothered with your insistent attempt at running away from him.
"Now, when I tell you to do something-" He laughed passive-aggressively as his hand reached out to clutch the handle on your bag, yanking you back. "You should perk up and listen, yeah? Use that head of yours for something useful for once."
His knee rode up between your thighs â making you whimper where you stood, caged between his thick arms and the desk behind you.
"Wouldn't wanna make me angry now, do yah?"
His breath tickled your face, and you bowed your head under his gaze â unable to take your eyes off of the veins flexing along his beefy arms as his large hands gripped the tableâs edge, sleeves rolled up like usual â the sight of his knuckles whitening, making you queasy with unease.
You tried ducking away once again. "Please, I need to-"
But he just clicked his tongue at the measle effort. Cutting you off yet again.Â
"You don't need to do anything but stand here and entertain me." He decided with a voice a bit more biting than before.
You jolted, your eyes round and wide as you looked back up into his glare.
He laughed out a lighthearted chuckle before his hand broke off from marring the desk â scratching the back of his neck with an apologetic smile â serving a small effort at easing your worries where you stood tense and rigid in your place in front of him.
"Thing isâŚâ He started once again, his tone back to normal â or whatever he wanted you to think was his normal. âCoach is gonna kick me off the team if I donât get my grades in order.â He explained. âSoâs thinkinâ since youâre such a good little nerd, you wouldnât mind helpinâ me out.â
His hand reached out to tickle your chin.
âMâsure havinâ a cute little nerd-tutor like you is exactly what I need.â
Your throat was so tight you thought you might just choke. âI donât-â
âGood!â He boasted over your pitiful protest. âSince yâgot nothinâ better to do, how âbout we just head straight for my dorm right now?â He asked â though you knew better than to think it was a question. âLeâme carry that for yah-â
He yanked your backpack from your chest, ripping it out of the tight hug before throwing it over his own shoulder.
âI can carry you too if yah want?â He posed â smirk loud on his face as he placed his large paws at your waist â followed quickly by you shooting your arms forward to shove him off in protest.
But though you thought youâd put in some strength behind it, the boy in front didnât budge at all.Â
He just arched a brow as though asking if that was really all you had. And you hoped dearly he couldnât see how the stiff muscles of his shredded chest had actually strained your wrists instead.
âWhat do you say, short stuff?â He leaned in, his breath foggy on your glasses and hot on your cheeks, as his hands clawed themselves into the fat of your waist, pulling you off your feet just a bit.
âN- no, thank you.â You stuttered out, stumbling a bit as you braced yourself against him. Your eyes squished close as you bowed your head away from him in a mix of fear and embarrassment while you suppressed the mortifying feeling of nearly pissing yourself.
But the tall boy realized little of your inner turmoil â rather enjoying it as he scoffed out an amused laugh at you. âA'ight then, come on.â
He yanked you along â his large paw gripping your arm as you struggled to keep up with his long strides. Nearly needing to resort to jogging where you otherwise tripped when the gap between the two of you became so large you had to skip a step or two to catch up â and before you even realized it, you were already standing outside the boyâs dorm waiting for him to find his keys.
He unlocked the door and welcomed you inside with the same grace of a warden showing a prisoner to their cell â with the weight and breadth of his warm hand on the small of your back as he nudged you inside.
The room had an overwhelming dank scent of both bodyspray and sweat and other things youâd only expect to smell in a boyâs locker room.
âYo.â Came another voice from inside.
âSup, roomie.â Your bully replied lazily. Grinning at how you gripped his shirt, all but jumping into hiding behind him.Â
Youâre cuteâŚ
âWhoâs that you got there?â His friend arched a brow at you, where you peaked at him from behind your bullyâs sleeve.
âIâmma need the room.â He announced, not really answering the question.
The roommate then scoffed with a grin, beholding you with slim eyes for a moment, then scoffed once more before he got up to leave.
âDonât hit the books too hard â Coachâll have your ass if you donât bring your A-game later.â He warned, pulling his gym bag up on his shoulder as he excused himself.
You looked around once he was gone, spotting dumbbells and other equipment â and quickly realized how there must be many more muscles beneath his shirt than what youâd already borne witness.Â
âSo- uhm-â Swallowing the lump in your throat, you awkwardly turned to the boy. âWhere're your books?â
Your bully smiled, taking a casual step toward you. âMy books?â He asked, nowhere near even trying to sound the least bit genuinely confused.
âYour- uhm...â You paused, feeling uneasy. âTextbooks?â
His smile sharpened. âThatâs cute.â He mocked sweetly while buttoning up the small black buttons of his white uniform shirt, giving a flash of those muscles youâd been anxiously anticipating. âYou actually thought we were gonna study?â
I sincerely apologize but I am moving the Nagi fic to the 30th and the Reo fic to early November because I have a ton of shit going on at work and with family, I sincerely apologize <//3
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