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*** 18+ MINORS DNI! ***

*** TW. DARK CONTENT ***

⚠️WARNING ⚠️ this story contains noncon, foul language, incest, voyeurism, and other themes that may not be suitable for some audience. Viewer discretion is STRONGLY advised!

Itachi and his little sister Y/N had been at each other's throats all day long. Their parents were gone, Sasuke was off on an assignment with team 7 and every time Itachi and Y/N were alone, they always seemed to fight. "I'm so sick of you acting like you're better than everyone else in the family Itachi! You really look down on me and Sasuke!" She yelled at him as he turned to walk off towards his room in an effort to end the argument before I went too far. She watched him as he walked off, her arms folded, cheeks red in anger and frustration. Why he couldn't just... Be nice to her?! "You're just like Father..." She mumbled under her breath, but with his hearing and skill, of course itachi heard her. He stopped in his tracks, slowly turning his attention back towards his little sister at the opposite end of the hall. "What did you say Y/N..?" Itachi asked, his voice low and flat with a different kind of angered tone she had never before heard come from her older brother.

The color began to drain from Y/N's face as he swiftly began to walk towards her, and she had no time to attempt to block herself from any actions he may have took on her. He was far too fast, and she knew it. He grabbed her by the arm, spinning her around, and pinning her body to wall. All his weight was against her as she struggled helplessly to escape his grasp. "If you think I'm like father, then I will show you just how cruel Father really is!" He said viciously, his rage boiling over as her words echoed in her head. He spun her around, grabbing her by her hair and dragging her into his bedroom kicking and pleading for him to let her go. "Itachi stop! Let me go!" She screamed but to no avail. No one was around to hear her.

Itachi yanked Y/N up by her hair, and threw her on to his bed, wasting no time climbing on top of her. He pinned her arms down to the bed, and watched with a smirk as she kicked and flailed trying to get him off of her. "Itachi please!! Stop!" She cried out realizing that this was not a good situation to be in. She was in serious danger. Tears began to stream down her face, as all hope of her escaping his clutches left her. He was far too strong for her to over power, and all she could think to do was plead her case. "Itachi I'm sorry! Please, I didn't mean it!" She cried, and whimpered under him, powerless to stop his vicious assault. "Too late for apologies princess. You're going to take your medicine!" He growled as he gripped her throat in his hand, squeezing and watching her eyes widen in fear as she felt her airway closing in his grip. She gasped and choked as she struggled to break free of his grip, this only excited Itachi more.

While all this was going on in the Uchiha family household, Sasuke had returned from his mission earlier than expected, and was about open the front door and announce his arrival. However, as he entered, he stopped before calling out hearing strange sounds coming from upstairs, and what sounded like the voices of his elder siblings. Curious as to what could be going on, and getting an ominous feeling that something was definitely wrong, he slowly made his way up the stairs. He walked down the hallway, inching ever closer to Itachi's room- the origin of the sounds- and when he looked inside he was frozen in shock by what he saw. There was his older brother Itachi, pinning his big sister beneath him, fingers round her throat and her face turning a bright red color. "I-itachi? Y/N???" He whispered to himself, a strange fear creeping up this spine.

Itachi reached down between them, and fumbled with his pants as he removed his thick cock from his pants. Y/N wriggled harder as she saw her older brother's sizeable cock spring free from his pants and slap against her inner thigh. "You're going to take every last inch of my cock, and you're going to like it!" He threatened, as he held her still, and positioned himself against her open. "Are you- are you enjoying this??" Itachi said feeling how wet her pussy was in the moment. "You twisted little bitch..." He grunted as he pushed his cock deep inside her tight cunt. She cried out in pain as itachi stretched out her tight walls, feeling him rip her as he did. Sasuke watched in horror as Itachi raped their sister, watching his big sister's face contort in pain as he forced his cock inside her. It was awful... But he still couldn't look away, and as Itachi began to fuck into their sister, he felt a twinge of something else begin to rise up from within him.

Y/N took every inch of her big brother's cock, her body shivering in pain, and then in an unwilling pleasure as he continued his vicious assault. Itachi could feel her walls gripping around his cock, and knew she was about to cum against her will. "That's it. Don't fight it, just let this happen. Doesn't your big brother feel so good fucking you?" Itachi teased making her feel ashamed. With a gasp, and a small cry that sounded more akin to a cry of grief than pleasure, her walls gripped around his cock, and she came for him, shame filling her being as she did. "That's it, cum for me. Fuck little sis, I'm going to fill up that tight little pussy." Itachi growled as his thrusts became more erratic. With one final thrust, Itachi grabbed his little sister's hips and held her still as he shot his hot potent Uchiha cum deep inside her fertile womb.

From the hallway, Sasuke watched. Helpless, but achingly hard inside those shorts of his. He watched as his big sister was forced to cum all over Itachi's cock, and pumped full of his seed. Without warning, Sasuke's cock twitched, and he gasped steadying himself by grabbing the door frame as he came in his pants. The sight of his older brother viciously taking his big sis was far more than he could handle. Itachi caught his breath before giving his little sis a kiss on the forehead, and putting his cock away. "Maybe next time you'll learn to quit while you're ahead..." Itachi said cruelly as he reached for the towel on his bedroom floor. "Go clean yourself up princess..." He said before turning towards the cracked door. "You too Sasuke..."

Featuring : giyuu, sanemi, muzan, obanai

A/n : first post! (๑°ㅁ°๑)‼

★ warning : (slight?) yandere behavior, mostly Kaveh being a soft yandere(?), theme of captivity and being locked away, modern time setting.

★ 890 words

★ syno : you got taken away months ago, and by the time your birthday rolls around, you decided to try your hand at making a futile escape attempt.

★ author's note : my first post and fanfic on here! i'm sorry if the fanfiction is not that good (and not that well-structured, eng is my second language-). thank you for stopping by and feel free to comment your thoughts on this! - grievoun

It's your birthday.

A celebration that is supposed to be full of laughter or even a whipping cream to the face if your friends were giddy enough to throw you a funny prank - nevertheless, it's a day where you intend to be happy, knowing there are people close to wish you a start full of blessings and luck for turning older by the churning wheel of life.

But are you supposed to celebrate it here out of all places in the city?

In this overly decorated room that fits our taste too much that its suffocating us to death and despair, making you wanting to vomit just by seeing that same dusty bookshelves over and over again, that is filled with books you sure would've read happily if you were in another circumstances that doesn't calls for you to be locked away in his apartment like a bird trapped in a fancy, golden cage. The untouched gift boxes you left purposely by the bed where you're sure he'll see it - an attempt of you trying to show your resistance, of you wanting to go back home so very much.

But he wouldn't even bat an eye to our attempt - only to frustratingly add more of his gifts to us with those gentle smile that irked us to death.

At this point, you'll even take going back to the campus and would do all of those assignments that probably kept on coming and adding up due to your long 'absence' if it means you'll get to step outside of his apartment again and see your loved ones again that kept on appearing in your mind.

You're getting homesick - just wanting to return to their embrace again. No matter how much you tried to distract yourself from this so-called new reality he made for us, your thoughts would wander back to the happier times where you would groggily wake up late at your home without a care and how your mother would lightly scold you for it. How you used to hang out and happily laugh around with your close friends while being at the university. A much more lighter memory to think of rather than those heavy ones where those crimson eyes of his kept on appearing in your mind, clogging you full of his assuring words and pleas for you to stay by his side.

You cursed yourself for meeting, no, falling for him. It's stupid.

It's stupid how you couldn't see whatever stirring inside those mind of his much earlier.

You went to the locked window, the handle sealed shut, dangling uselessly in front of you, as if taunting your freedom of being taken away. In a desperate attempt to escape this fancy prison he made and scrapped up for you, you pulled at the handle, vision blurring due to the amount of tears that threatened to fall down your cheeks. You prayed that it would open - letting you feel that blast of cold air that signals your freedom like a bird taking it's first flight to the vast world in front of it.

The handle wouldn't budge - so you pulled and pulled, and with every friction hopelessly given in pulling the handle, you cried. Sobbed.

Just fucking open..! You cursed, voice low enough, desperate, sobs being let out breathlessly.

Your nails scratched against the handle, your hands getting much redder from the amount of force you put in this attempt at escaping him. Your eyes widened when you swore you felt the handle moved a bit and almost smiling gleefully -

-when you felt those familiar pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind, your body soaking up his heat.

You sobbed, hands still pulling at the handle as he shushed you ever so softly. So affectionately. But you knew the brewing anger and irritation that is boiling up inside him, especially by the way how he tightens his hold on your waist by the minute.

A warning to let go of your foolish idea of escaping, so you did what he wanted. You didn't dare looking up at him as he turned us around and took a look at your hand, and you heard him give that signature sigh again.

"You shouldn't try to go out right now, you know?" he uttered, his gentle hands rubbing our knuckles felt like a taunt rather than a reassuring gesture. "Especially on your birthday out of all times. I prepared everything for you already." He added, kissing the top of your head.

"You surely don't think I would get mad at you, right?" Kaveh cooed, embracing you tightly, as if to cage you and to pry you away from looking at the window you tried to escape beforehand. "Ah, how funny of you to think I would do so.."

"..even if you left my gifts untouched until now. No, no, I would never." he uttered again, in a low tone of voice.

Was he disappointed? You don't even know. As he held your hand out of the room, you couldn't help but notice that look in his eyes again, that giddiness and excitement that marks his insanity up a notch.

You stayed silent - after all, you know you would rather find solace in silence than to bicker with him now out of all times.

Spoiler: It's because they don't care. They just want to harass people. They just want reddit up votes. Ya know attention? What they accuse us of being obsessed with?

so i met this girl and like.. idk if we're dating.. she calls me cute stuff and called me babe and even kissed my cheek.. but like, idk if im ready for a relationship yet. she never confirmed it or denied it.. but i met her a week ago. A WEEK. i honestly dont fucking know if im ready or if we're actually dating but now that shes said stuff, im like.. realizing im more aroace then i thought....

eh the brain worms can think about it

nvm they might tell me to kill myself or self harm

but like im too afraid to ask her.

im afraid to ghost her, im afraid to hurt her, im afraid im going to mess up, i just got out of a relationship 5 months ago and i thought i was ready, im afraid it well end up like my exes, im afraid my hypersexuality might surface again, im afraid of my mom and dad (homophobic parents core).

his face ashen, grimacing, legs giving out, he hits the mud on his knees, humbling himself before @envenenna. sweaty palms slick with adrenaline reach out to press against the open wound, angry as it slashes across bone white skin. it hurts. he knows it does from the way luis' countenance twitches. but it isn't enough to strike him. stubborn, crimson keeps flowing from the injury in a steady pour, coating his skin, the ground, the sleeve of his shirt. feels warm. wet. gushes between trembling fingers && trails downward.

hands press down on it. ❝ fuck. okay, you're-- you're okay. ❞  is what tom manages to croak out. rationally, he knows this kind of damage won't kill a creature like him. but something about it feels capital. big. brutal. it crawls, lingers on their skin. it shakes them both. he didn't mean to do that. ❝ stop yellin' && save your breath. i got you. i-- ❞ though it's clear he's talking to himself as much as to the one on the ground.