Sci Twi

And you comply. You thought it was going to be a normal discussion about your exponentially falling grades or essentially a professional chat.

It was far from what you expected. It was one thing to ignore the constant staring but finding opportunities to touch you and call you "sweet nicknames" was going a little too far. However, it's not like you can do anything about it.

He's one of the most respected— hence why nobody bothered to hear you out. They always shoot down your claims and say you're being paranoid. Each time it baffles you.

"Honey, is there anything going on at home?" he asks you, his dark brown eyes drilling holes into you.

"Don't worry, darling," he says, stroking your hair— a gesture that you never wanted.

"Sorry sweetheart, I've already checked multiple times. There's no mistakes," he utters.

You want it to end, to leave but you can't. This was the only university that would give you a full scholarship, and you're sure he's funding most of it. What a fucking incel.

He’s sitting on the couch, watching TV. His attention shifts to you as you saunter over. For a moment he’s still, as if you’re a cat and he’s trying not to scare you off.

You look at him for a moment before carefully climbing into his lap. His entire body stiffens and his arms shoot out, not knowing where to put his hands as you get comfy like this spot is all yours now.

Once you’re settled, slowly, he moves his hands from the space beside you to your hips. He almost groans as he squeezes the soft flesh there, his eyes fluttering shut as your bury your face into his neck.

You've been running for what feels like days.

You can smell him, you can hear him. You know he's trailing after you and that he's getting closer and closer and closer. Your heart is beating so fast and so loud its the only thing you can hear for minutes on end. Everything hurts, you're tired and you're afraid. But you really can't stop running, because as soon as you stop he gets closer, and the cycle starts again.

But you're only prey, and prey gets exhausted far too easy. You can't feel your legs or feet, you can't feel anything at all as you're crawling. The crunching of the leaves isn't your body anymore, its his heavy combat boots too. He's mere centimeters away, you can smell the bloodlust that permeates the air the second he's near. You shake, curling into a little ball. A kick to your ribs makes you curl even more, and he smirks.

"I thought you were running," He murmurs, crouching to be at your level. Grabbing your jaw, forcing you to face him. You keep your eyes closed, you're crying and whimpering. The tears coming out of your eyes are too thick and heavy to let you see properly anyway. You sniffle, he slaps you. "Look at me when I'm talking," More tears, you can very clearly tell he's enjoying himself, you can really tell he's enjoying you, in pain and in distress. He's gentle this time, with the way he grabs you in his arms and the way he kisses the cheek he slapped. "C'mon, little rabbit. I didn't even have to fire a warning shot this time." You squirm in his arms at the mention of getting shot, too familiar with him to know he's not joking, that he would blow a piece of you clean off if you gave him the opportunity and the reason. He manhandles you as you struggle, futile efforts since his grip is inescapable.

Pinning you to the ground, you can hear how he undoes his belt. The smell of the earth is strong, and you can only breathe rapidly as he puts one hand on your neck to keep you in place. He's heavy, you can feel his weight as he bottoms out inside you. Your cunt fluttering around him, as a reminder that even your body can betray you with the way it welcomes him so easily. You remember now, that you ran away naked and scared and stupid. Because you're a prey animal, and prey never plan ahead. He pins one of your arms to the ground when you try and scratch, and his hand over the back of your neck squeezes harder. You're dizzy, and the sound of his skin slapping against yours suddenly brings you back to reality. The intrusion hurts, because his cock is way too big for your body, because your cunt is clearly not prepared enough even if you're getting even more wet every second that passes.

"Fight me, I know you want to," You struggle again, he frees your arm to smack your ass so hard you can't help but howl. You scream for help, even if nobody can hear you, even if nobody will come and rescue you. He flips you around with ease, like you're weightless. You try to scream again, he smacks you so hard you see stars. You can feel the side of your face burning with how much strenght he used to hit you, you can already imagine the bruise. Your eyes are wide, you're confused and dopey. Your chest rises and falls rapidly with your heavy breathing and your heart rate. He chokes you even more, making the confusion worse. You gasp for air, he lets go. He sits you over his dick, making you ride him, using you like you're a doll. You can't help but cling to him, aching for comfort. He slaps you again. "You don't deserve that after what you did, dumb slut," He grabs your chin with force, stopping his thrusts. "Look at me," He slaps your breasts, you cry out something, anything, he slaps them again. "You're mine, and if you ever try something like this again," He goes back to fucking you, his eyes filled with anger, with lust, with desire, with a deep disturbing love. "You'll belong to the worms and the earth too."

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Tw. Noncon/Dubcon, kidnapping, invasion of privacy, fisting, yandere

Yandere Nerd who fucks you so frequently in so many different ways that he jokingly starts to collect data on it.

"You've cum 23 times this week without penetration. We can definitely raise that by this time next!"

He keeps neatly color coordinated graphs and charts of the amount of times you'd had sex with him, how many times you came, what different types of toys and kinks you seemed to like the most, and more. He'd write thousand word research essays on the topic while fucking your face under the table. He'd look down through fogged glasses and make sure you'd swallow before he got the motivation to continue on for the next few pages.

It's almost impressive how well organized he keeps track of everything.

Yandere Nerd who explains what he's working on like he's talking to a dumb dog.

"You see, it's quite interesting to find that there's no significant difference between how much you cum from when I spank you versus no spanking when I play with your ass. I think we need to repeat this at least 30 times each to see if there's any further development."

You never imagined that dirty talk could be so dull. Though, he probably wasn't trying to turn you on using anything other than brute force, sheer, will, and a closet worth of sex toys.

Yandere Nerd who likes to stretch you out on increasingly bigger and bigger toys.

His cock definitely is not the size of his fucking arm, but it's not even about his pleasure at this point. He just likes seeing you all whiny and sobbing while begging him to take his fist out of your poor, abused hole. He won't listen at all! How mean :( . In fact, he'd probably measure how large your stretched out entrance gapes after every session and then time how long it would take for your quivering form to go somewhat back to normal.

Yandere Nerd while, mid fuck, suddenly decides to share the good news with you.

"The paper I wrote on you got accepted into a journal!"

How that fucking happened, you don't know, but all of a sudden detailed descriptions of how often you cum on a daily basis were suddenly up for anyone to see. You ended up crying when you read the journal, too humiliated to feel anything but anger and utter embarrassment. He rubs soothing circles into your back while trying to comfort you, but he's not exactly slick with the way he's pulling out his camera to record your reaction.

do not romanticize or normalize dark content irl.

Yandere Boyfriend! who's so vocal when he's nonconning you, he just cannot shut up because you feel too good!!

His loud moans echo off the walls as he drills his cock into you with a frantic pace, biting his lips and shutting his eyes tight at the way your walls clench around him.

“Fuck baby, fuck, you feel so good.” He'd praise you, grabbing your hips as leverage and pressing his forehead against yours, he'll hold you tightly so you don't have anywhere to escape or back up.

Lewds gaps and whines leave his mouth with every thrust, lips quivering all while he whimpers, feeling the pleasure course through his spine.

You could be crying, trying to push him away, but he'll simply pin you down, before leaning down and whispering nasty things into you ear.

“You act like you don't want it but— fuck oh! baby— you squeeze me so tiiiight.” He'd gasp, staring at you with a gaze so sweet it makes you want to throw up.

Every moan, gasp, and whine of his feels like a mockery to you, and his words and praises just rub salt on the wound.

“Gosh— ah! *plap* you're taking me *plap* so well.” He'd coo, pressing kisses to your neck, leaving his marks and bites all over you.

He'd be looking so flushed too, like he's pussydrunk, you swear you could see literally hearts form in his eyes after he spends a few seconds buried in your cunt, staring at you with such neediness.

You really hate it when he gets to your clit, he doesn't have a hard time pressing into the certain spot that makes you gasp before he's rubs fast circles on it. You hate it because he always knows how to make you feel good, even if you're a crying mess, he will still rip an orgasm out of you forcefully.

Because he wants you to be his crying mess who's also cumming over his cock <3

He will make sure you always cum first before he does, why? Because he loves to see the way your eyes widen when your orgasm is near, internally trying to fight it, yet you fail so miserably, with your back arched as it finally hits you like a big wave.

He loves to see the effect he has on you, just like he loves to show you the effect you have on him.

And when he finally cums, it's followed with the most pornographic moan a person could ever let out, only that it's so genuine in his case— the loud moan would break into small whimpers as he rides his orgasm out, slowly sliding in and out of you while his cock twitches and spurts his cum into your walls.

He'd pull out with a gasp, missing your warmth so much, he wants to be buried inside you forever if he could, he wants to be so close to you :(

He'd scoop up his cum that would be leaking and and push it inside you again to knock you up as soon as possible, before licking his fingers clean, loving the taste of your essence and his mixed together.

“I love you so so so much.” He'd cuddle into you, wrapping his frame around yours as you lay there, staring up at the ceiling.

A few more minutes of recovery before he's up and energetic again, you tense up knowing what's coming, it's only the beginning, every session needs a minimum of three rounds for him, or it just feels incomplete for him!

— yuta okkotsu, gojo satoru, choso kamo, izuku midoriya, kylar the loner, sydney the fallen, mahito (idk why I put him in here), yuji itadori, + feel free to imagine any character you like!

characters mentioned are all obviously aged up!

All this princess needs is your lips on mine! Until the end of time! ♡