Yuki Aia

Yandere Qifrey x non witch! Experimented brimmed hat reader x Yandere Olruggio

Warning: physical abuse, sexual abuse, mental torture, bad parenting, human experiments, non con, suicidal thoughts, attempt to self harm, locking up, rape, Dead dove don't eat

Author's note: This is my first time I'm writing for this maga or characters of this anime!! Hope you guys like it.. and sorry for the gore. People who are sensitive don't reader the story after reading the warning. Don't come complaining to me later.

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Your life was never better.... You parents hated that you were born.... They didn't wanted to be parents... They already had joined brimmed hats and now another trouble to take care off.... So you became the guinea pig for the experiments of brimmed hats...

You didn't know what happiness was until you meet coco.. you and the other four witches talked and played ... You were older than them and they loved your company... You felt like big sister.. to them.. but that happiness was short lived.. Qifrey and Olruggio found out you were under brimmed hats... The forbidden sigil on your skin was enough ... And after that nothing mattered.

It didn't mattered that you don't know how to make sigils.. or use magic.. it didn't mattered when you begged that you never meant to hurt the girls... You just wanted friends....

One thing led to other you were given to Qifrey and Olruggio as a prisoner... After Beldaruit reluctantly agreed. And after that started real torture... You never got to ask why Qifrey hated you so much... You were his stress relief... Both sexually and physically... Olruggio never liked the way Qifrey treated you or used you but neither did he ever tried to stop.

One thing that you learnt was that the basement had no seasons. Only the scrape of the lock, the sound of footsteps, and the ache that never quite faded. You no longer counted the days.

The witch they had captured...... the brimmed hat they had feared and hated.....had become little more than a shadow wrapped in bruises.

Your wrists, legs , and body bore old scars layered over new ones. Hunger had become so familiar that your stomach had stopped complaining altogether.

In one terrible moment, after another beating had left your thoughts scattered, your mind reached for something it barely remembered.

Comfort.

You had leaned toward Qifrey as he was fucking you with trembling arms, seeking nothing more than the warmth another human being might offer. Unfortunately you had hugged him... Trying to find the pleasure... That he was feeling cause all you ever felt was pain.

His response came as a sharp slap.

"Don't touch me."

The words hurt more than the sting.

Whatever fragile hope remained...... that somewhere beneath the hatred he still saw a person...... shattered with that single sentence.

After that, you stopped trying.

It was a week after you had been given to them, Olruggio stood outside the basement door.

"...She isn't eating."

Qifrey didn't look up from the papers spread across the table.

"She chose that."

"The bread is stale enough to break teeth. At least give her butter."

Silence.

"It changes nothing," Qifrey finally replied.

"It changes whether she survives."

Another silence.

Neither of them noticed that survival had already ceased to matter to the prisoner below. The fork lay on the floor where it had fallen. A shallow line marked your throat. You hadn't even had the strength to finish what you'd started.

You curled tighter against the cold stones instead, clutching the only thing you had refused to let anyone take.... a ragged, oversized tunic. It smelled faintly of smoke and old fabric softener, its owner long forgotten by your exhausted mind.

Maybe it had once belonged to Olruggio. Maybe someone else. It didn't matter. You folded it carefully every morning, before Qifrey would come to take you on the ground.... You kept thatbone thing safe despite everything else around you rotting. You held it against your bare skin like a child hugging a blanket, protecting it from the damp floor more carefully than you protected yourself.

Food waited untouched in the corner.

The butter Olruggio had argued for arrived eventually. You stared at it without recognition.

People who intended to keep living needed food, not the dead. You only needed the tunic. Something clean. Something that had once belonged to someone who walked freely beneath the sky.

Above the basement, the atelier carried on with lessons, laughter, and the scratching of pens across parchment. Below it, a "brimmed witch" quietly forgot what it felt like to be human. Olruggio nearly missed it. The bowl from that morning still sat untouched. The butter had softened. You hadn't moved.

"...Hey."

No answer. The silence felt wrong. He unlocked the basement door, and the iron hinges groaned open.You were slumped against the wall, one hand pressed loosely against your neck. Blood had seeped between your fingers, trailing over your collarbone and staining the oversized tunic you still clutched close.

Your eyes were half closed Not frightened. Not angry. Just...waiting... For death. Olruggio froze.

"...Qifrey!"

His voice echoed through the atelier. He was beside you in an instant, dropping to his knees. "No, no..."

When he pulled your hand away, the wound wasn't deep enough to have killed you quickly, but it was enough. Left alone, it could still take your life.

"Stay with me."

You looked at him without recognition.

"I'll carry you."

Your lips barely moved.

"...It's okay."

Your voice was little more than a whisper.

"I'm...tired.... Don't bother saving me."

There was no accusation. No hatred. No curse.

Only exhaustion. Olruggio lifted you into his arms, shocked by how little you weighed. Your body felt frighteningly light, as though months of neglect had hollowed you out from the inside.

Qifrey met them halfway up the stairs. For a heartbeat, he simply stared.

"...What happened?"

Olruggio's usual calm was gone.

"We're wasting time. Call for the wagon... we need healers...."

The healer worked in silence, closing the wound and stopping the bleeding. Hours passed. Finally, they stepped outside.

"Will she live?"

Olruggio asked immediately. The healer looked between the two witches.

"The injury itself is survivable."

Relief flickered across Olruggio's face. It vanished when the healer continued.

"But injury isn't the main problem."

Qifrey frowned.

"What do you mean?"

The healer folded their hands.

"Her body responded to treatment."

A pause.

"Her spirit did not."

Neither man spoke.

"I've treated people after cave-ins, curses, and wars. I've seen grievous injuries."

The healer's voice remained calm.

"But your prisoner..."

They looked back toward the room where you lay.

"She did not cried to be saved.."

"She did not ask whether she would recover."

"She did not ask where she was."

"When I told her the bleeding had stopped..."

Another pause.

"She apologized."

Olruggio's expression faltered.

"Apologized?"

The healer nodded.

"She said, 'I'm sorry I caused trouble.'"

Silence settled over the room.

"As if she hates herself more than the person who made her do that. "

For some reason, those words felt heavier than any accusation.

"She hates herself."

The healer sighed quietly.

"And that frightens me more."

Qifrey's jaw tightened.

"Can you heal her?"

The healer answered without hesitation.

"We healers can stitch flesh. Can mend broken bones."

"But someone who has lost the will to live..."

They looked directly at him.

"...cannot be healed even by magic alone."

For the first time since the basement door had opened, neither Qifrey nor Olruggio had an answer. The only sound was the quiet breathing from the room beyond, where you laid there with beating heart .... but with almost nothing left to hold on to.

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Firefighter!Sukuna who bust down your bathroom door when there was a fire in your building (one that you weren't aware of), clad in thick and hefty bunker gear, eyes scanning the brightly lit bathroom only to spot you in the middle of shower, completely bare, soap bubbles still coating your skin.

Firefighter!Sukuna who clears his throat, looking over his shoulder before turning back to you, cheeks dusted with a rather adorable shade of red.

"Th—there's apartment in next door fire." He stepped closer, hand gesturing for the bathrobe hanging beside the mirror.

"Huh?" Your brows are furrowed, trying to decipher who between you both was having a stroke, maybe the abrupt slam of the door did mess with you head.

The absurdity of the situation startles you enough that the thought of being completely naked before doesn't even cross your mind, at least not until he reached for the bathrobe himself, stepping closer to hand it to you.

Firefighter!Sukuna who acts instinctively, once you are modestly covered, yanks you over his shoulder to quickly move out into the smoke filled hallway, steps heavy against the wooden floor as he made his way out, making sure you didn't get knocked into the wall or door frames.

Firefighter!Sukuna who instantly jumps back into the building after making sure you are steady on your feets, looking over his shoulder once before continuing back inside, hoping he'd find you after the rescue is completed.

Firefighter!Sukuna who frowned when the medic informed that the people had scattered around some to the hospital for minor injuries other taking refuge with friends and family till the apartment complex was fixed.

Firefighter!Sukuna who mulls over the awkward interaction for days, rest of the team teasing him over his jumbled words, hoping to find a reason to go back to your apartment without seeming like a pervert or a creep.

Firefighter!Sukuna who groans loud when he is informed about the routine check up he must have to ensure health, begrudgingly walks into the hospital with rest of the team, brows furrowed as he waited for his name to be called.

"Ryomen Sukuna."

The lady at the desk announced his turn, gesturing towards the door with light glowing above the 'general physician's.

Sukuna sighed, stepping into the office only to be stopped in his tracks, before him stood you, much more clothed, stethoscope hung around your neck as you wrote on charts, eyes widening in recognition when thet met his.

Firefighter!Sukuna who awkwardly stepped into your office, almost tripping over nothing, nearly turning a routine check up into a life threatening emergency.

"You work here?" He asked, nearly slapping his own forehead, of course you do.

You nodded your head, lips pursed together as you placed the clipboard on the desk, patting the stretcher, "I'd hope so."

Firefighter!Sukuna who snorts at your sass, ugly little sound escaping the back of his throat, warmth blooming on his cheeks as you grinned back at him.

Firefighter!Sukuna who sits still while you noted his vitals, metal of the stethoscope cold against his warm skin, eyes following your movement, at one point he caught himself admiring your penmanship.

"You've got good handwriting." He mumbled, pointing to where you noted his pulse rate and blood pressure, "usually doc's have chicken scribble writing."

Firefighter!Sukuna who swears to keep his mouth shut when you continue to look at him in bewilderment, more than once did he catch you suppressing the urge to grin.

Firefighter!Sukuna who waits outside your office to get clearance, only to be handed a doctor's note instead.

"Come back for check up later, your heart rate was abnormally high."

ryomen sukuna does not concern himself with the miserable dwellings of day to day life of peasants (aka his frat buddies)

he parties,he gyms, he balls. he looks good and smells good and keeps his women limited to strict one night schedules.

he doesn't give two shits about who's fucking whom and whichever latest breakups circulating around campus. and he definitely doesn't keep track of his friends' girlfriends.

except when he spotted you one night , sitting in one corner of the raging neon lit room , fiddling with your fingers as you watched your boyfriend dance with other women .

sukuna told himself he didn't care about how your smile kept faltering or how sad your eyes looked.

yet, he never wanted to punch a man to oblivion so much than at that moment. he reigned himself in that night.

but the next time when he saw your crestfallen expression when your asshole boyfriend dismissed your homecooked lunch before the entire team , sukuna lost it.

so yeah. he did punch his teammate and frat mate to oblivion.

the rest was easy and quick. some bruises here and there. a little blood. but his favourite part was hearing your shy mouth yell "fuck you , you bastard" on your boyfriends bloody and beaten face (courtesy of him)

but sukuna's life somehow became even more convoluted after that.

his eyes track the slight colouring of your cheeks , the way your gaze darts away from his as you mutter a shy "thank you" .

the sweet scent of your shampoo lingers in his nose when you pass by him in the corridors. his mind replays the small smile you gave him when he crossed paths with you, in the dark quiet of his room.

days escalate to weeks and he finds himself sitting on the bleachers after practice, eating from the cute pink bento you prepared for him as he listens to you read out a line from your favourite book.

he surprises himself when he throws away his entire stash of cigarettes after you tell him one afternoon that you dislike the smell of them.

as autumn approaches, sukuna finds himself before you , pink cheeked, handing you the books he picked out in hopes that you would enjoy them.

ryomen sukuna did not care about feelings . he never bothered to question his own lack of them. but then how was he supposed to justify the way his heart beat stuttered when you placed a soft, barely there kiss on his cheek after he walked you to your apartment?

ryomen sukuna did not bother with cheek kisses. he was rough and in the bed,took from the women what he wanted.

and you were the antagonist of everything he was accustomed to. because it wasn't rough and hard and frantic when it came to you. hell, he hadn't even tasted your lips, and somehow sex hadn't even crossed his mind.

he was willing to take even the tiniest bit of affection you showed him. and somehow it was enough for him.

with you it was lingering fingers, and soft glances. easy smiles and reading poetry. eating sundaes at 10pm under the streetlights .

and when he realised that he looked forward to hearing your soft voice as you read to him, and eating your handcooked meals instead of his bland protein shakes and walking you home as the lamposts cast a warm glow on your skin—sukuna realised that he was utterly fucked.

because, as much as he wanted to deny it, he was no fool.

“Aw! Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy?” You sing song to the small samoyed puppy in your arms. The puppy glanced up at you, pink tongue sticking out and panting. 

Your heart melted. 

You pouted at the dog, desperately wanting to pepper kisses all over his face but quickly restrained yourself after satoru told you no. He couldn't risk you getting his new baby all dirty and sticky with your lip gloss!

Satoru and Toji were both sitting on the couch, watching you cuddle up with the dog on the floor.

“You two really are identical.” Toji said, gesturing a hand from the dog up towards Satoru. He wasn't really interested in playing with the dog but ever since Satoru texted you, inviting you both over to his place to see his new dog, Toji knew he would have to come accompany you.

Satoru laughed, flashing Toji a large smile, choosing to take his words as a compliment. “I know right!” He leaned forward, coming to rub the dog's head. “That’s basically the whole reason I got this little guy.” The dog let out a small bark at his words. 

Your eyes lit up, “Aw! Toji did you see! That’s so cute!” You cooed at the puppy. 

Toji could only sigh, rolling his eyes. Before you could say anything, the doorbell rang. 

Satoru shot up, a wide grin and everything, “That’s Suguru!” He looked back and forth between the two of you, “I invited him, too! Watch him, I’ll be right back, guys!” 

The dog made no attempt to follow his owner, though. The small bundle of white fluff stayed put in your arms, occasionally bumping his nose into your arm. 

“Aw, puppy! You wanna stay with me right?” You baby-talked to the dog, earning a scoff from Toji. “Yes you do! Yes you do! C’mon, puppy, I’ll be your new mommy.” 

Toji finally spoke up, “What’re you doing?” 

You looked up at Toji, “In case he ever gets tired of Satoru! We could take care of him!” 

“No way.” Toji scoffed, making you pout up at him.

You turn back to the dog, “Don’t worry about what he says, puppy. I’ll be the best mommy to you. I’ll even make Toji be your dad.” 

“Fuck no.” 

You whine, “C’mon! Look how cute this face is!”

You turn back to the dog, flashing him a full smile while picking up the dog and placing him in your lap, holding up the dog's paw and waving at Toji. 

“Look! He’s already waving! He’s saying ‘hi daddy’!” You say, laughing. 

Toji’s eyes go wide, choking on air. 

You giggle at his response, “Y’know, ‘ji, we should get our own dog.” You propose. 

He leans forward, finally rubbing the puppy's head, his big hand practically covering the dog's entire face. “I think I have a better idea.” 

.

.

Which is what led you here…

“Fuck! S-slow down, ‘ji– please!” You whined. 

You two had barely made it through the front door before he crashed his lips against yours and dragged you towards the bedroom. 

“Not my name, baby.” Toji panted, hair sticking to his forehead. 

He had you face down ass up, your tears wetting the pillow as he pounded into you from behind with punishing strokes. 

You could only whimper, your voice getting muffled by the pillow. His grip on your hips tightened, tugging you back onto his cock before moving one hand to land a harsh slap! on your ass.

You yelped at the sudden movement, breath getting caught in your throat. 

“C’mon, say it again f’me, baby.” Toji groaned, not slowing his pace. 

You buried your face deeper into the pillow before rapidly shaking your head no. 

Big mistake. 

His thrusts slowed until they eventually came to a sudden stop, his cock buried deep inside you, unmoving.

“No?” He chuckled, moving a hand up to grab at your hair, roughly pulling you up until your back was flush to his chest, your eyes squeezed shut at the pain. 

His mouth lowered, lips against your ear, slowly pulling out until just the tip was left prodding at your entrance. “Fucking. Say. It.” He slammed back in, making your eyes shoot wide open. “Slut.”

“Fuck!” You yelped, tears streaming down your face. 

Toji got closer, letting you feel his hot breath against your face as he let out a laugh before lapping up your salty tears with his tongue. 

He went back to pounding into you, his balls slapping against your clit with every harsh thrust. You could only whimper, the pain of your hair being pulled mixing into the pleasure with his thrusts.

“Say. It.” He groaned, emphasizing each word with a hard thrust of his hips. 

“Hah–Fuck! P-please, daddy!” You whined, arms almost giving out under you.

Toji muttered an incoherent curse before gripping your head, large palm shoving you back down into the pillow. 

His hand stayed on your head, pushing you harder into the pillow while he relentlessly pounded into you.  

“Mhm, fuck yeah. That’s right, take daddy's cock.” He breathed, the hand on your hip moving to sprawl across your back, making you arch even more. “Jus’ like that…” He trailed off, watching the way your ass moved against his hips. 

He pulled out, the hand on your head letting up only to come down and flip you over, your back hitting the bed with a thud! 

He stared at you, a large smirk plastered across his face as he stroked his cock, watching the way your breasts moved with every deep breath you took. 

Your hair sprawled out against the pillow, face flushed with tears rolling down your red cheeks, your lashes wet, paired with the sweetest indent of your teeth on your bottom lip from biting down on it so hard. 

Fuck. He almost came on the spot.

You looked up at him, watching the way he stroked his cock to the sight of you, making more slick run down your thighs. 

“Please, p-put it back in…” You whimpered, scooting down the bed a little bit more until the head of his cock bumped your clit. 

Toji let out a mocking laugh, eyes dragging across your body. “Look at you. You were begging me to slow down and look at you now,” he grabbed your thigh, spreading you open. “Begging for daddy’s cock like a fucking slut.” He spat. 

His cruel words only making your cunt clench around nothing. 

You whined, not trusting your voice. 

“Go on. Keep going.” He smirked down at you. “Beg for it.” 

His fingers dug harder into your thigh as he lined himself up, not yet entering. 

“Please d-daddy, p-put it in please, wan’ you so bad,” you begged.

Toji groaned once more, slamming his lips against yours along with his cock, making you claw at his back. 

His mouth left yours only to drag his lips down your throat, hot breath ghosting along your neck as he thrusted into you.

“Again.” He demanded. 

“Daddy!” You moaned, voice so loud you were no doubt waking up to noise complaints. 

“Again.” He asked once more, kissing up and down your throat. 

“Hahh–d-daddy!” You yelled, thighs shaking around his waist. Toji growled as he sunk his teeth into your neck, biting down hard.

“Ahh– Fuck!” You yelped, the sudden pain pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. 

Toji knew it too. 

He chuckled in your ear before moving down, his forehead touching yours. “You jus’ clenched ‘round me sooo tight, doll. You gonna cum?”

You nodded, mouth opening up, asking for a kiss. Toji moved back, with a smile on his face. 

Before you could say anything else, he grabbed both of your legs, moving to put them both on his shoulders before leaning down until your knees were flush to your shoulders. 

“Fuck!” You yelled at the sudden change in position, his cock now entering deeper into you– if that was even possible.

Your eyes met his, mouth agape as you got closer and closer. “P-please, wanna cum,” you whispered. 

His thrusts sped up, “Hold it.” 

“I-I can’t–mhm– p-please!” You were so close.

Toji’s hand drifted lower, thumb coming to rub harsh circles on your clit. 

“S-shit! Wait– d-don’t do that or ‘m g-gonna cum!” Your nails dug deeper into his back, surely drawing blood.

Toji winced, the pain only urging him on. “Cum then. Cum on daddy's cock, doll.” He said before capturing your lips with his, his tongue licking inside your mouth while you came around his cock, his pace never slowing. 

“Hahh– Shit, I'm gonna cum, too.” His hips moved faster, thumb still rubbing at your clit. 

You moved your hand down, attempting to swat his hand away. “‘Ji, m-move, I-I jus’ came.”

His head dropped into the crook of your neck, “Move your fucking hand.” He breathed, tongue ghosting his previous bite mark. You immediately moved your hand, only for him to land a harsh slap! right on your clit. 

“Toji!” You yelped out, hand threading through his hair. 

“Not my name, doll.” He muttered in your neck, palm resting on your lower stomach. 

“Daddy!” You tugged on his hair, pulling him out of your neck, making him look at you. He suddenly pushed your hips up higher with his free hand, up! up! up! Until he was on his knees, your lower back lifted off the bed. 

The new unknown position had your mind spinning, a second orgasm quickly creeping up on you. His hand on your lower stomach moved, both his hands now holding your hips and pulling you towards him with every thrust.

“Fuck, look at that, doll. With this position you can see every time my cock goes in and out your pretty little cunt.” You glanced down up, only to see he was right. A fucking bulge appeared a little bit above your mouth every time he thrusted into you. 

That did it.

“Fuck! Daddy– cumming!” Your thighs shook on his shoulders, cunt squeezing his dick so hard he almost struggled to move. 

“Baby–fuck– m-me too. Shit– ‘m cumming!” He stilled inside you, his cock twiching inside you as he came, hot ropes of his cum painting your walls making you tighten around him even more. 

You both were panting at this point, chests heaving as you stared at each other. You weakly pushed at his shoulder with one hand, “‘Ji, move.”

His eyes stayed locked on your stomach, bulge still there and prominent as he shook his head before moving to look down at you. 

He leaned down, making your back come full off the bed, leaving only your head laying on the pillow. 

“No can do, doll. Gotta make sure it takes.” He said, kissing your cheek with a gentleness. “Needa fill you up all the way.” You forced a giggle, curious and slightly worried about what he was talking about.

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my husband hates me.

the thought settles deep in your chest like a stone, familiar and heavy, as you lie on the silk sheets of the massive bed.

your fingers trace the embroidered patterns on your robe—some floral design you can't see but can feel beneath your fingertips. the fabric is soft, expensive. everything here is expensive. everything here screams luxury and power and wealth.

but none of it screams love.

you hear nothing from his side of the bed.

the man is so impossibly quiet, it makes your skin prickle with unease. you've been here for three months now. three months as the wife of ryomen sukuna, the king of curses, the most feared ruler in all the lands. and in those three months, he has barely spoken a word to you.

at first, you thought it was a game.

some twisted test of patience. you were clever enough to know that political marriages were rarely about love. you'd been prepared for indifference, for coldness, for a husband who saw you as nothing more than a strategic alliance.

but this? this silent treatment that stretches night after night, this deliberate distance he keeps?

it cuts deeper than you expected.

.˳˳✧.⋅ॱ deer hybrid!reader x hunter!Simon

18+ only. afab reader. licking his print. boot humping. finger fucking throat. manhandling. slapping. humiliation kink. degradation kink. fear play. slight bondage. gun play kinda I think. dom/sub I think. predator/prey.

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“hey sweet thing. missing ya’.”

his voice erupted, you could only hear the sound of his breathing, imagining the slow rise and fall of his chest.

“how have you been, mm? eating well? hydrating? you best be taking care of yourself while ’m gone.” he laughed, that squeaky one where you could tell his throat was tight from holding something in.

“wish you could feel how much i’m missing you.” you heard his breath shake at the last syllable, then the tell-tale sound of his zipper slipping down rang out. a loud zzziipp like he wasn’t even trying to hide it.

a moment of silence then a harsh hiss came from his side as he wrapped a hand around his aching member, stroking it to full mast. “shit baby, i’m so hard just thinkin’ about you.” he groaned, then a rustle of clothes came as he shoved his pants down to his ankles.

he shifted his phone so that it was placed right beneath his cock, you could hear it slap against his phone screen, hot and heavy. “listen to it. listen to what you do to me.” he panted, beginning to pump himself, every tug of his length drawing a throaty sigh from him.

“wish you were here. y’know, sucking me off.” he paused to breath, stifling a whine as he imagined the scene in his head. “gosh, you’d look so pretty, mouth full of me. choking on me.” he continued.

“or you could just sit on it. let me hump you ‘til you pass out, all dumbed out on my dick.” he rasped, voice dropping a milky octave. you could hear him spit down on his cock, smearing the glob of saliva over his length.

“if you were here, i’d bend you right over this desk and fuck—” he sped up his strokes, you could tell he was close with how whiny he got. “i’d do so much to you darling, but you’re just not here. and it’s killing me.”

“miss you, so fuckin’ bad.” his voice cracked, you could hear the lewd fap-fap-fap of him fisting his cock ruthlessly, teetering on the edge of release.

“bet you’re touching yourself too, huh?” you could hear his smirk through the phone, “bet you’re getting off at seeing me so desperate and needy. you’re evil.” he grunted.

“shit, i’m close.” he cursed through gritted teeth, you could hear his chair creak under his weight as he pumped his cock, chasing his orgasm.

“this one’s for you.” he panted, the sounds of his fist becoming slicker. after a couple more strokes, he came all over himself with a muffled groan, making a mess everywhere.

“it’s so much.” he grumbled, already regretting what he did knowing he would have to get up and clean off. “and i blame it on you.” he chuckled, you could hear him tucking himself back into his pants.

cw: yandere Ghost towards the end

The first time you meet him after moving in the apartment next to him he barely acknowledges your existence, only stopping for a moment, looking you up and down and then moving on, apparently having decided that you weren't a threat.

Bringing him a tray of homemade muffins has him looking at you suspiciously and only after sniffing them does he finally eat one. The only thanks you get is a half-pleasant sounding grunt between mouthfulls of muffins, he even picks up the crumbs.

After that you bring him cookies and a caraf of lemonade because last time he was almost choking with how fast he inhaled the food. It happens the same with the cookies, shoving handfulls of them into his mouth and then washing it down with lemonade, downing the entire thing in a few gulps.

Maybe it's your soft side acting up, but you get it into your head that poor Simon must be starving so you decide to keep feeding him. You learned his name after the fourth time bringing him food and sometimes when you're cooking something and hear his door open, you just pop your head out in the hallway and call him to taste test.

The first few times he entered your apartment he was a little apprehensive, refusing to sit down and keeping an eye on the door. Now he comes and goes during all the hours of the day, murmuring about having smelt something good. Sitting on your couch with a plate on his lap and eating contentedly while watching one of your favourite shows, staying longer and closer to you with each visit.

It's unfortunate that you left on vacation a day before he returned from a long deployment. Imagine your surprise when you come back late at night, exhausted after the long flight and plop onto your bed without turning on the lights. It's only after your eyes get used to the dark that you finally notice a dark shape at the end of the bed, his face obstructed, but the hunger in his eyes unmistakeable.

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Summary: Simon finds your G-spot.

Warnings: 18+. Unprotected p-in-v. Disgustingly loving sex (sorry). Soft dom!Simon Talks You Through It™️ Creampie. Brief mention of Reader’s insecurities w sex

Note: I’m on Instagram now (kinda), come say hi :-)

Word count: 2.1k

It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried before.

but...

He just can't escape Soap can he?

you're utterly mortified. it appears your new boyfriend is, too. he stares, not making every move to greet you like he'd planned to when you arranged this.

"johnny!" you cry, like you were supposed to. like you were here for him and not accidentally dating his teammate.

you love your brother. he's great, a great brother, but you're not here for him. you're not hear as a surprise, to catch up.

you're here to meet your boyfriend's task force.

and for a minute you feel really dumb. how didnt you put together that they're part of the same task force?

how mortified you are washes away because you and simon come to a silent agreement. pretend you don't know each other. you let johnny introduce you to everyone, let him introduce everyone to you. you shake his hand, just like you do with the others, and take a seat across from him.

so what if your foot bumps against his leg and he forgets his words?

it's like learning about him all over again. except johnny is telling you things you already know and you're nodding like you don't.

it's sweet, really. how much your brother cares about his friend. his friend who happens to be your boyfriend. the boyfriend your brother doesn't know about.

it's only when johnny gets up for his round that you turn to simon. "okay, what're we gonna do?" you ask him.

simon shrugs his shoulders. even without the mask on, john and kyle can see his panic. "you don't mention he was your brother," he replies.

your hands raise, exasperated. "you didn't pick up on the fact that we share a last name?"

"i don't know how common of a name mactavish is!"

"not all that common around here!"

it's like a game of tennis, john and kyle looking back and forth between you.

but then you take a breath and push your hands out in front of you, like you're pushing the negativity away from you. "we're not having our first fight over this," you say and reach across the table, offering him your hand.

simon gives it a squeeze and pulls his away. "we're not," he agrees. "but we have to tell him."

"we do," you agree.

"but maybe not today."

you hum in agreement.

"maybe we say that we met today."

you hum in agreement again.

"maybe at our wedding we tell him that he introduced us."

you're ready to gush at the words, but you don't. you hold out your hand again, this time for him to shake. "deal?"

"deal."

the music had the house vibrating, you could hear chatter from people passing the very door you were behind. you should feel guilt and shame, yet you loved it. when it was only you and eren it never failed for trouble to come. the dynamic of the group was simple, you all were together. but if you had to pick your bestie, it’s always gonna be eren. “good girl ma’ma” you hummed around his balls. your nails digging into your thigh to compose yourself. you panties stuck to your pussy, they were soaked, the white fabric having a visible spot. your tounge moved up his cock racking every curve and vein. when you got to his tip you looked him in his pretty green eyes and sucked him in. your cheeks hallowed, and a giggle bubbled in your throat when he threw his head back.

“swear m’fuckin the shit outta both of yall” you both seemingly ignored connie, he couldn’t do anything at the moment but watch in the dark car as he was doing. you both knew there was a large punishment coming, and it only made the act better. bobbing your head up and down eren; you closed your eyes taking in the burn of your throat. tears came to your waterline, and just as your began to go up for a little air, because eren was always the sweetest one- you were stopped. at the soft but roughness of the hands, and the subtle yet strong smell of cologne that you would recognize anywhere, you tried to think of how you didn’t realized it before.

connie laughed in the back, weighing the weed and looking at the bright facetime screen. yea, ony had left the call seconds after seeing what you two were doing how you snuck to a party, but how did he know? “no keep going baby, show daddy how bad you are” your throat burned more as ony pushed eren fully into your mouth. you gaged, spit spilling from the corners of your lips.

you could also feel a small cut forming from how wide your mouth was, but that’s nothing medicated chapstick couldn’t fix. through your teary eyes you looked up at eren, while he wanted to be scared he couldn’t. he was getting overstimulated, his tips was leaking with pre cum, balls full and heavy rubbing against your chin. he couldn’t look at you, just closing his eyes and letting his pretty moans out .

he bit right next to his lip ring, his cock jerking in your mouth, and his own hand grabbing at your head to keep you stead and fuck his dick into your throat. you were a toy, and you loved it. ony was now bent next to you, his hand gripped the back of your neck, and his lips kissed your ear, his other hands went under the short white skirt and rubbed slowly on your clit groaning at the feeling of your wetness. “you looks so pretty suckin dick princess” moaning you closed your eyes and pressed your thighs together.

“aht at” he growled pushing your thighs apart again, and slapping your pussy through your panties. you moned around eren, body jerking at how good the slap felt. you were so dizzy from wanting so much. wanting to cum, wanting to taste cum, wanting to get fucked in every hole.

“make em cum so i can take you home fuck that pretty pussy” your eyes opened slowly starting up at eren who was in his own world. “then ima make eren clean you up. cum in your pussy and have him suck it out, you like that?” you gargled on your own spit and mix of cum. you felt lightheaded, tears continued to fall down your cheeks dampening your bottom eyelashes.

“then connie’s gonna fuck him while he fucks you” his words came out growling, you heard connie humming in the background as onyankopon fingers continued to work on you clit building up the anticipation of cumming more and more. eren’s moans got deeper, his hips worked faster, his thumb rubbed at your cheeks, as he incoherently praised you in rambling you couldn’t understand. but you felt his balls scrunch and the cum drip into your mouth making you instinctively swallow. onyankopon’s hands stilled, his focus on watching your drink up both of your boyfriends cum.

plus size, nerdy, black fem!reader, public activities/exhibitionism, reader wears a plug, oral + car sex, fingering, anal, other themes

word count: 3.4K

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it was a place you frequented often..finding it to be your safe haven and place of solace. Aisles and aisles of literature with every genre imaginable..from novels chocked full of fantasy, mystery and romance that you could immerse yourself into as a means to escape reality to the comics and manga that had you working extra hours just so you could scoop up the next volume or two. Visiting every couple of weeks or so, but you’d never imagine that your best friend..with a few extra benefits and fellow nerd would be traipsing behind you, scouring the shelves to add to his own collection.

SHOW US SQUIRT!!! (pls quench pornstar!simon’s thirst)

cw: 18+ mdni, pornstar!simon, water!sports go sports!.

The man will have your legs shaking, forcing your hips back and forth against your face, your pulsing clit rubbing against his hooked nose.

Your eyes are squeezed shut, hands piling through his blonde locks as trying to pull away but he’s eating your pussy so sloppy, tongue flat and slurping up your juices. “Simon, I can’t- mmhck- can’t-“ you sob out, overstimulated and words mushing together. But you’re so gorgeous, tear stained on your face, all sweaty and hot over top of him, plush thighs around his head and gushy heat on his mouth. “No-“ he mumbles, taking a heavy breath in and out, “Can take it f’me. ‘S okay.” He coos. He gives it a filthy kiss that has your squirming, big and rough hands gripping your hips back and forth against his face. You can feel the vibrations of every filthy groan and main Simon is letting out against your pussy, you gobble forward into the pillows, keening ever so loudly the neighbors might hear you.

“Fuck- anngh! So- fuck!” Stars are in your eyes, shaking uncontrollably and water fucking streaming out of your pussy and into his mouth.

Simon grunts, gulping and sucking down whatever you’re giving him, cleaning you dry, “There you go gorgeous, bloody perfect.”

It takes you a minute to come to, flipped on your back and a stain in the sheets. Tears well up in your eyes, small adorable hiccups filling Simons ears that make him perk up. Immediately going to hold you.

“Why did you do that?” You sniffle, wiping your eyes, “‘S gross hck- ‘s bad.”

The man is all delirious, pouting at your own words, “not gross if ‘s yours.” And he plants a supple kiss against your puffy cunt, your thighs that’s all damp, lapping up whatever wetness is there. “Don’t talk about ‘er like tha dovie.”

a/n: nothing burger

Older!Bruce Wayne who never wants to be in your way and always supports you emotionally and financially if you’re enrolled in school, have a job, or just want to be his pretty housewife.

Older!Bruce Wayne Who gazes at you with hungry eyes, watching as you turn and spin in the new clothes you bought on your shopping day as he sips a glass of scotch

Older!Bruce Wayne who’s sometimes afraid you’ll think he’s only with you for shallow reasons. He takes you to lavish restaurant, taking you home when it gets dark to bathe you in kisses and wait on you hand and foot as you lounge on the expensive plush couch in an impossibly soft robe

Older!Bruce Wayne who’s chuckle rumbles through his chest as you tease him about a gray hair you found on his head

Older!Bruce Wayne who has to hide his cock twitching in his pants when he holds you in his arms and feels how much smaller than him you are

(18+) HEADCANONS :: – frat!gojo x innocent!reader, college au, smut, dom!gojo, handjobs, praise, corruption kink, manipulative behavior, slight dub-con

frat president!satoru, who’s used to every type of girl at his party except you, all big eyes, wandering around his house like you didn’t know what to do. he’s asked suguru to offer you everything under the sun in the last thirty or so minutes — a drink, a smoke, a joint. you just politely decline, shaking your head so prettily.

frat president!satoru, who swears he’s just got an ego when he decides he’ll be the one to show you all of that and more. he could do it if suguru couldn’t, if no one else could.

he starts off all nice, walking you to all your classes, offering his sweaters in the lectures you had together (which he only started attending for you), buying you lunch and listening to your cute little rants about your worst profs.

frat president!satoru learns that you like being held when he’s the first one to find you after an exam you swear you’d failed. he doesn’t get it ‘til he’d realized your eyes are all glassy, so shiny as you peered up at him with wobbling lips, trying not to cry in front of him.

frat president!satoru loves the way you’d just melted into his arms after that. he calls you easy to his friends for it, but something inside him never wants to let go whenever you’re willing to press yourself into his chest, wherever you’re willing to do it.

frat president!satoru, who asks you what you’re wearing all the time and sends even prettier things to wear to your dorm when he thinks you can do better.

frat president!satoru, who’s spiraling at night, jerking off to your contact photo, wrapping his large hand around his dick and pretending like it’s that sweet mouth of yours engulfing his length. he imagines how shy you’d be, lips parted wide, smearing pre-cum and replacing your candy lip balm. he wants you tasting like him, those soft cheeks drenched in his cum, eyes screwed shut until he’s all you can think about.

frat president!satoru likes making you need him, doting on you and driving you around like a princess, spoiling you until you frown whenever his hand isn’t on your hip, or whenever he dodges your calls for fraternity meetings. he likes the idea that you might become obsessed with him (like he is with you). 

frat president!satoru, who’s grinning cruelly the minute you finally tell him, “you know, you do so much for me, I feel like I’m not doing enough for you.” in that nervous voice of yours one day, while you’re tucked into his side at your apartment.

frat president!satoru, who’s never missed a meeting or a call until that day, when he’s finally got you whimpering shyly in his lap while he gently mouths at your neck, tasting that perfume he’s been searching online for for weeks, whispering about how he’s so grateful you wanna help him out, how sweet you are for making it up to him too even when you didn't have to.

but he’s been waiting for weeks, you’re all soft and impressionable on him, and he’s not letting a moment of your kindness go to waste.

frat president!satoru guides you with a husky voice when he teaches you to spit in your own palm and wrap your hand around his cock, nearly shivering at the contact  — “make me feel good, pretty girl, it’s the least you can do.”

frat president!satoru, who just chuckles at the fact that you’re all nervous, looking up at him as if asking what to do next, just for him to wrap his palm around yours, engulfing it entirely. he groans lowly as he moves your palm up and down on his already-hard length, bottom lip catching between his teeth at how warm your hand feels against his dick.

“shit, just keep it like that, baby, up and down…”

frat president!satoru, who kisses you slow when you gasp at how he bucks up into your hand, keeping his own wrapped around it while desperately attempting not to just use you, jerk himself off with your tiny little fingers, maneuver you down and slam himself deep into your tight cunt. “hah — fuck, gorgeous, y— you’re good at this, huh? so good for me, so fucking cute…”

“i’ve never done this before,” you admit into frat president!satoru’s mouth, hushed and breathy like it’s a secret. he wants to fucking laugh, but he’s cut short by a low hiss as you thumb at his slit without him having to teach you, making him lose his mind piece by piece. shit, you’re just perfect, aren’t you? 

“am — am I doing okay, satoru?” 

frat president!satoru has nearly had enough of patience when you say that. shit, he bites down into your lip without even realizing, hand tightening around yours when you whimper. and it’s barely enough to notice at first, but he pumps your hand around him faster, growling into your mouth at the way your fingertips flex around his length, making a slick! sound that echoes across the room.

“you’re — shit, just like that — doing perfect, baby. so perfect.” frat president!satoru groans into your throat, even though he’s using your hand like a fuck toy now, smearing his own pre-cum mixed with your saliva all over his huge dick, bucking his hips up into your plush skin like a glorified fleshlight.

the only one he’s dreamed of in the past few weeks, at least.

frat president!satoru gets off on how eager you are to match his pace, his other hand cupping your cheeks to purse your pretty mouth open for him as he spits down your throat and relishes in your confused little whine. he doesn’t even realize how tightly he’s gripping your hand now, forcing you to jerk his cock faster.

“that’s it,” he pants into your lips, “just let me have you, okay? hah— so good, shit, you’ve been wanting this too, haven’t you?”

“satoru—” your voice is a wet dream, how it feathers off around the edges and breaks like you’re not sure.

frat president!satoru groans at the sound of your confusion. “been, fuck, thinking about this, baby. want you creaming on my cock next, yeah? or maybe it’s — haah! — too big for your first time. gotta — shit — prep you first.”

frat president!satoru spills into your hand with one last rough stroke of both your hands around his length, gasping low with his tongue down your throat as he finally lets your hand go. he watches the way your palm shakes, eyes dark, lifting your cum-covered fingertips to your mouth without thinking. and he thinks you won’t do it, until—

your sweet fucking tongue darts out to lick experimentally at your own fingers, and satoru thinks he’s gone to heaven.

frat president!satoru, who can’t help himself when he’s grabbing you by the waist now, laying you flat on your back and coming up to slot his knee between your thighs, committing the way your face scrunches up in both confusion and pleasure to memory. he thinks you’re the cutest fucking thing in the world, and he wants you broken in every way possible until you can’t fuck any other guy without imagining his dick. 

“thank you, baby,” he grins against your neck. “can i make you feel good now?”

frat president!satoru, who decided he’d never let you fuck anyone else anyways the moment you'd nodded.

@ ttakdoll, 2026

People are used to you butting into soaps conversations just to make him hold your hands, enjoying the warmth in the middle of winter. Or seeing you two cuddled in a far too public space, you practically zipped up in just jacket to trap the body heat.

"My personal space heater," you tell him, hands cupping his face and cooing lovingly when you snuggle into the bed that's already warmed by johnny. "What would i do without you?"

"Ach, you couldn't shake me if you tried!" Soap laughs, pulls you into bed and unceremoniously flops down on top of you. By the end of the night you'll be sweaty from the heat, but right now it'd nothing short of comforting.

When soap doesn't come back from the tunnel, you're not sure what to do with yourself.

"I miss you, johnny." You tell the frame that sits on your nightstand. His jacket warmed by the dryer, heat seeping into the cold bed until all you feel is the bite of the winter.

Those long cold nights spent in bed, the winters without him.

People whisper about you when they think you aren't looking. They whisper about the man who's more ice than person, don't try to get close to him unless you want to freeze too.

You shower with the water set to cold, and not one of your teammates comment on it. You wear johnnys tags over your heart, the cold metal pressing against your sternum.