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𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: true form!sukuna, monster fucking with alpha!sukuna, A/B/O (meaning alpha, mega, and beta) no alpha and mega title used, daddy/mama, praise/teasing/mocking/praising degradation, biting, knotting, werewolf venom makes their mate go into heat to keep up like in the fic mine with werewolf toji, fucking on fur bedding, you said clan and for some reason my brain went wood bedframes and fur blankets no technology, we get candles for light, they have fangs venom and claws with sukuna have his true form extraness, double pentration, overstimulation, dacryphilia, biting, blood, pain kink, light size kink, toji is praising you while fucking you like he hates you, choking, full nelson, sukuna calls you pet twice, mind break, cream pie, fucking their cum into you. belly bulge from the amount of cum, forced orgasm, squirting

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: Requesting for clan leader! Gojo 😔🙏 gotta have that breeding kink in their somewhere!! Mans whole clan is asking for an heir right after you get married. In my mind Geto is still alive and kicking and has his own family. Gojo gets a terrible case of FOMO and ends up wanting a whole litter of kids for himself. goin at it like rabbits for DAYS.

Oreo: not this being in the drafts since September! im sorry anon! This was also giving me werewolf vibes with the word clan so one think lead to another. it gave me the chance to write the reader belly bulging with sukuna's cum so im excited about that

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

Slapping your sloppy cunt, stuffing his thick warm cum in with two fingers he bit the claws off on. Whining, twisting your hips away. Smirking down at you, crooning “Where ya going mama thought you wanted to make me a daddy?” Pulling you into place by your hips.

You want Satoru’s fingers, cock, tongue, and cum filling you up. “I do wanna make you a daddy but you're too much. Can't keep cumming, but I wanna at the same time." Hooking your leg around his waist pulling him in.

His eyes momentarily widen. Ordering in a needy plead, “Call me daddy again mama.” Sliding your hand over his broad shoulders, down his thick pecs and abs. Over countless thin and thick scars ranging from pink to white in color.

“Daddy please lemme feel you!” Sliding your hand down his hard abs, biting you lip when he purposefully flexes. Grabbing your thighs pinning you in a firm mating press. Following the short wispy whine happy trail down to his beautiful long cock.

Lining his pale cock head up with your soft lip. Stroking yourself with his cock, circling your soft clit. He's so warm, soft yet hard. His breathy moan gets you off. “But you are feeling me, what more can my mama need?” Dipping his head, sinking his sharp fangs into your tit.

Moaning, he's intoxicating, sweet, warm, and pleasurable like having him massaging your sweet spot with his fingers. Your body is getting hotter. Thick slick drips down, your cunt aching with an insatiable need for Satoru.

Flicking your soft nipple with his warm tongue. Sucking, sinking his fangs in deeper when you cry. Shifting your hips trying to slip him in, whining when Satoru pulls back. Whipping the blood from his lips with his thumb.

"What does my mama need?" Nudging your sensitive cunt with his cock, spreading his hand on your stomach pinning you still. Gliding his cock up your clit refusing to touch your clit.

Admiring how your cunt split to take his pale pink cock head. Pleading with him, "Please give me more than the tip! I need you to knot me, keep your cum deep inside my sensitive cunt, please!" Slowly giving you his head head, letting the soft ridge vanish before gliding out. Lightly tugging on your cunt.

"You sure you need more than just the tip?" Nudging in his head, leaving it there, pressing down harder when you squirm. "You said I'm too much mama, you sure ya need me to knot n’ cum in ya?"

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

"Fuckin finally I can stuff ya full of cum again." Bending you over on the soft pile of blankets. Pulling your ass in the air, squeezing when you wiggle, piercing your skin with his sharp claws. Blood trickles down trickles down your hip. Thick cum drips down your thighs.

The pain is sweet mixing with mind-numbing pleasure. It's impossible to think, you can barely process Toji grunting, “I've been wanting to breed your sweet tight cunt for months. Ya gonna be so beautiful with your tits and belly swelling mama." Gliding his softening knot out tugging on your tight cunt, his cock is harder than before.

Despite stuffing your cunt full of cum three times. Toji is getting hornier, fucking your limp body harder. Testing your limits seeing how much you can take before you break.

Stepping on your head, roughly fucking his thick cock into you. Trembling, your sensitive cunt is gushing on his cock. How can still cum after the fifth you couldn't think to count.

The thick blankets muffle your moans, “Such a messy lil cunt she’s a beautiful lil super soaker. Gonna make you cream on my cock till my knot won’t swell up anymore.” You would be convinced he hates you with the merciless way he's fucking his fat veiny cock into you. If not for Toji's words and the fresh bite on your neck.

Bent over, back arched, legs spread with your cunt stuff his heavy balls slap your clit. His swelling knot catching on your tight sensitive cunt. "Fuck mama squeeze my fat cock with your tight sloppy wet cunt. Nnn I've always thought about how hot of a milf you'd make."

Slapping your ass, squeezing your cheek. Fucking you harder, the fur blanket muffling your cries. "Your beautiful little cunt is always so tight when you're in heat." Moving his foot, your body lurches forward from the strength of thrusts. "Fuck you're so damn perfect mama takin' my cock like a slut." Grabbing your hair, yanking your back.

Your back hits his hard chest. Wrapping his hand around your neck, standing up, your legs dangle, held by your hair, neck, and his thick cock balls deep in you. "Please Daddy please daddy please!" Squeezing his thick veiny cock, he's filling you up perfectly, stroking your sweet spot.

"Since that's all my stupid little whore can moan, you don't need to breathe right? I can fuck your cunt into a gapping broken cum stuffed mess with my hands crushing your neck, right?" Grabbing your thighs, propping your calf over his thick forearm. Pinning you to his chest in a full nelson.

Squeezing your throat, groaning, "Ya gonna be a beautiful mama, gonna suck on your tits when they drip milk. Make sure they don't get too full like your pussy is 'bout to be." His swelling knot tugs on your soaking wet cunt.

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

Gliding his thick, veiny tattooed cocks out. "It's starting to trickle out the sides." Pushing on your bulging stomach, thick cum gushing from your sore, gaping cunt. Sukuna croons, "Don't pass out on me yet pet I'm having fun playing with you." His stomach's tongue relentlessly stroking your sensitive clit. Keeping you in an intoxicating mind numb pleasurable high, boarding on almost painful.

Lining his cock up, rolling his hips, arching your back, twisting your hips away from his slow deep thrusts. "Please don't stop!" Tears roll down your cheek when he pulls your hips back into place. Lifting you off the bed, slamming you down on his thick cocks.

The tip of his sharp claws digging into your skin shouldn't feel so good.

Taunting you, "Poor little pet can't even handle me n' you're cryin' for more! Keep fighting to stay awake mama. I need ya to keep taking my cocks till they get soft." Using your hips to guide your hot tight, squelching cunt on his thick cocks. Your cunt clenches, it feels too good to be senselessly fucked into a mindless mess by Sukuna.

Biting your side and breast, your body jolts, and your cunt clenches. It's too much venom at once, forcing your sensitive cunt to squirt on his cocks. "Fuckin' messy slut soaking the whole damn bed." Gliding his hand up your side, cupping your breast biting down.

Giving that intense high of squirting, yet your cunt can only spasm, getting tighter. Your body shaking, toes curling eyes rolling back. "If you do pass out mama, I could fuck my cum into your soft beautiful cunt when you're sleeping." Smirking grabbing your neck lifting you up right.

Looking up from Sukuna's thick pecs into his beautiful face. Dark crimson eyes glowing from his rut. "It would be a pity if I couldn't see you I love seeing you cryin'. But I wonder if your sweet little cunt will grip my cocks the same." Grabbing his arm and digging your short sharp claws in.

Sukuna leans his head back groaning. "Ya feel so fuckin' good mama, seein’ ya fighting to keep going this long is makin' is exciting. I might not be able to stop until your body gives out." His massive body trembles, your soft, soakign wet tight hot cunt squeezing and squelching on his fat cocks getting him off.

Fucking you faster on his cock. Flexing his arms when you pierce his skin. Thin rivulets of blood tricking down his biceps. Sukuna hunches over to roughly kiss you slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You're utterly helpless to do anything but happily take Sukuna's thick cocks. It's perfect you don't need to think or move. Only get fucked till you can't handle anymore.

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Chapter 8: What's Mine You Cannot Have

SUMMARY: Denial is not just a river in Egypt as they say, but two stubborn people can sure try and deny themselves as best they can. Makes it even easier when you add an extra player to the game. But what happens when one of the players didn't know the rules had changed? And what will they do to make it back in their favor?

WORD COUNT: 5.3 k

WARNINGS: smut, love triangle, snark, explicitly language, mentions of smut, adult themes, unhealthy relationships

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Juicy, juicy claiming happening here and I love it! As always, if you wish to be added to the tag list let me know! And happy reading 😈😈

PART 7:

Heavy breathing filled the walls of the gym as in a collective you and Bucky clung to each other, an entirely new creature created from your union, taking a moment to catch your breaths. You could feel your pulse match his in perfect unison, slowing your heart rate ever so subtly with each inhale and exhale until you both were able to relax and the wave of pleasure subsided. Bucky finally released you from his grip after another minute or so and carefully set your feet back down onto the ground. 

This was Buck, the man you’d had sex with consistently plenty of times and that meant he knew your body and what it took to get you to reach that little death and you did, but something about it wasn’t how you remembered it to be not even that long ago. It must have been written all over your face because the moment Bucky looked into it, his brow furrowed in concern. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, searching your eyes for a hint.

You bit your lips, not wanting to say anything until you yourself had figure out the answer to that question, but it looked like Buck wasn’t going to let it go. “It- it’s nothing,” you said with a shake of your head for emphasis. 

Silence permeated the room as you stood naked and still. “I don’t think it’s nothing, doll,” he pushed gently.

What the hell were you supposed to say? That this wasn’t what you thought it would be? That even though you had wanted to sleep with him, that the only thing you could think about was someone you said you hated? He felt the same as he always had, he possessed that familiar feeling and comfort you enjoyed before, but it wasn’t the fucking same. You could have said it and you had every right to, but you realized you actually cared that speaking that shit aloud could crush him. 

Quietly, you both pulled back on your clothing and once everything was back on the way he had it, Bucky went and sat himself down on the nearest piece of exercise equipment as you finished your dressing. His eyes tracked your movements and you could feel his gaze on you even though you did not look back up at him; the silent tension was beginning to fill the room like a heavy fog and you knew one of you would eventually have to say something. When you hesitantly looked back up at him after putting it off for as long as humanly possible, there was something behind those piercing blue eyes that reminded you of when you first met.

“Don’t, Buck,” you warned with a tilt of your head. 

“Don’t what?” Bucky asked so gently it made your heart sting.

Shaking your head, you locked eyes. “You know damn well what I’m talking about,” you threatened with a severe lack of conviction that made your skin crawl. “I meant what I said.”

Bucky didn’t let up though, looking on you like you were a fucking Rembrandt. “I know, I know, I just- I just want to look at you, that’s all.”

You ran your fingers through your hair, straightening it so that you could retie it up into the ponytail that you had before all this started. “Well, get a good hard look because once I’m done with this, the only part of me you are gonna see is my ass promptly walking the other way.”

Your hands were still in your hair as you watched him get up from his seat and move back in closer towards you. The was something on his lips: a question, a statement, another damned confession; you didn’t rightly know, but you were sure it was not going to end well whatever it was.

“You know, I meant what I said too,” he breathed, his hands flitting across your hips. “I know they are just some words and that means jack shit after everything, but I… need you to know that I am sorry… for all of it.” 

“Stop…saying that, alright?” your voice quavered slightly. “You’re just repeating yourself and you know how much I hate that.”

Bucky wanted to say it, just come right out with the truth of it that he wanted you back, but something stayed his tongue. The damage had already been done, but he could admit it now that he had been afraid not because you had things inside of you that were still broken, but that he wasn’t strong enough to walk beside you as you conquered them. That weakness that had been inside of him now screamed at him to get his redemption and goddammit he wanted to prove that he could be the man you needed him to be… if only just to show how truly remorseful he really was.

That wasn’t the only obstacle that stood in his way of begging for you back; the other would be returning to the compound in a few days and he truly wondered if put side by side, which would you chose? When this whole shitshow started, it was painfully obvious even to Bucky that you were out for attention, his attention, and it did work like a charm. However, at some point it became less clear where the acting ended and reality began. That was ultimately what kept him quiet; he may have deserved to look the fool, confessing things that you didn’t reciprocate, but he didn’t want any part of that and so he would wait and see how Loki’s homecoming would go.   

There was too much silence as you watched your ex get lost in his thoughts and you had to break that fucking unbearable quiet. “Listen, Buck,” you said with a clearing of your throat, “you were right earlier when you said we are like fire and gasoline. When it’s good, it’s really fucking good between us, but when it’s bad, it’s out of control and damn near destructive. I mean, just look at how we ended things; we could barely stand to be in the same room together without screaming. Do you think that’s healthy?”

It was Bucky’s turn to shake his head. “No, I know…” his voice trailed off at the end as his calculated how best to say this. “… but people can change you know. I’ve seen it, you’ve seen it. Just because something was one way doesn’t mean it stays like that, you know?”

Bucky stayed quiet after that for a while, leaving you to your thoughts. You hadn’t expected him to be this way, but nothing about your relationships ever went according to what you expected. Watching him closely, scrutinizing his body language, you wondered what he could be thinking about. Finally, he broke the silence this time. 

“What if things were different? What if things could change?” he hypothesized. “What would you do then?”

You didn’t know how to respond, the questions caught you so goddamn unprepared. “I don’t know, Buck,” you answered honestly as you shook your head. “I can’t exist on a fucking wish. How in the hell could I ever trust that things wouldn’t go right back once times got hard again? I know you, I know you just as well as I know myself, and we are the type of people that don’t just change like that.” You snapped your fingers for emphasis. 

“You have no idea what I’m capable of when it comes to you,” Bucky said tenderly. “I could do so much and just for you. Would Loki say the same?”

Here he was bringing up that shit again, as if your mind wasn’t already in chaos, but sure might as well add some more. This wasn’t nearly complicated enough. Still, you were never going to tell him that; no, you’d keep the status quo if it killed you. “Doesn’t matter,” you shook your head, “we aren’t talking about him, we are talking about you. Loki and I have nothing going on that doesn’t involve our genitals. Stop deflecting and tell me I’m right.”

A gentle hand cupped your cheek, holding it delicately against the cool metal of his bionic arm. So much destruction had come from that appendage, so much pain, but you had made it feel like a part of him again and he never forgot that you made sure he knew you were never afraid. His eyes sparkled something fierce as he gazed back down into your own.

“This time, babygirl,” he whispered, “you really are wrong.”

And before your lips could meet another time, he released your face and swiftly made his way towards the doors of the gym and slipped off into the confines of the compound, leaving you speechless and figuratively spinning with confusion. Your mind was grasping for anything to pull you out of this and the last thought you had before grabbing your things and nearly sprinting out of there was wondering if Loki was having the same shit time that you were.

And what you could not know was that he undoubtedly was.

“I cannot believe you brother.”

From out of the nothingness of dreamless sleep, Loki felt the icy cold splash of water hitting him directly in the face and taking his breath away. Instantly he sat up off his place upon the carpeted floor, sputtering and coughing before immediately grabbing his head from the immense, sharp, stabbing pain; it felt like it would explode from the way his temples pounded violently. He blinked several times as he worked to get his eyes to adjust to the piercing bright light flooding his eyesight, not knowing where he was or what was happening, but finally he was able to focus on the hulking figure that stood before him.

“What was that for?” Loki asked with indignation, wiping the liquid from his face with a heavy hand. How dare he be awaken in such a violent way. 

Thor didn’t move from his spot, simply crossing his arms as he glared down at the heap of his brother still sprawled across the ground like a wet dishtowel discarded. “Do you know what the time is?” he questioned back loud enough to make Loki’s ears ring. “I’ve been trying to wake you for hours.”

“Well, could you possibly do it a little more quietly?” he snarled back. “My head feels like I’ve taken a beating straight to the temples.”

Moving to the side table closest to him, Thor set the large glass cup he had used to wake his brother down with a thud, not caring if it hurt to hear or not. “From the talk buzzing about, you seemingly had drunk enough to empty the bar last night, so I am not surprised,” he admonished. 

Loki rolled over until he was on his hands and knees in an attempt to get to his feet, but he was going to have to take this slow as the turning of his stomach wasn’t helping. He tried his hardest to remember what it is that happened after he had left the house, but his head still throbbed and made it almost impossible to think. “Since when do you care about my extracurricular activities?” he shot back.

A strong grip was in Loki’s armpit before Thor yanked him to his feet. He had to cling to his brother a moment so that the room would stop spinning so damned fast. “Since you seemed to go on a drunken tirade through the middle of town and now we are both in trouble, that is when,” Thor returned. 

Once the room became still again in his sight, Loki’s blurred vision caught another figure in the room with them, except this one was topless and still asleep in his bed. Whincing as if it physically hurt to remember, his memory slowly returned itself back to him in pieces: a rundown bar, a decently attractive woman, too much liquor, and possibly something to do with the releasing of livestock. His heart dropped into his feet, taking his stomach with it until he had to dry heave a moment. 

Calming himself, he turned his head back to Thor. “What did I do?” he asked, defeated. 

“Oh, just general mayhem and chaos as per usual for you,” Thor

 chuckled while dragging the heap of brother towards the bathroom located in his room. “But I’ve been gracious enough to pull a few strings so that with some minor community service, all will be forgiven.”

Why did that not bring him the same joy to hear as it once did? Even though he could not entirely tell up from down right now, why did he feel a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that wasn’t from the current bout of nausea?  

Thor began to move at the behest of his brother, walking them both towards the bathroom. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up so that we can get this over with,” he said as he gently pushed a wobbling mischief-maker to the door frame before his attention was back to the interior of the room and particularly the bed. “And what shall I do with the woman still asleep? Care to say your goodbyes?” 

Loki gritted his teeth as he clung to the frame for stability. “Get her out of here however you must, I do not wish to see her again if I may help it,” he demanded and quickly made his way inside, slamming the door with a thud before moving to switch on the shower to flood the meager room with sound.  

His hands touched the cool stone countertop around the sink and as he did he looked up. The large mirror situated on the wall behind the sink glared back

 unflinchingly, showing him the reality of his debauchery last night and how ghastly it made him. Loki was quite the mess: hair in tangled disarray, eyes puffy with purple bags, his skin incredibly pale; he was a far cry away from the put together debonair that he usually presented him as and yet all of that did not matter to him in the slightest. 

Even through his poorly state he could still feel that tightness in his chest and realized that nothing he did had helped at all in removing the thought of you. Seeing the naked back of that woman in his bed, her hair the same color as yours, he was taken right back to that feeling of wishing you were there. It was such an overwhelming feeling that struck his heart of his wish that it were you that he had pleasured the night before  and if it had not been for Thor’s insistence on getting him moving, he might have fainted just from the intensity of it all. 

He slammed his fists hard on the countertop, hoping the physical pain would numb everything else, but it did little. “Dammit,” he muttered quietly under his breath. “I truly am royally fucked.”

Looking back up into the mirror, he caught his own eyes staring back at him in his reflection and he could see the answer plan as day written in his gaze. Though he wanted to yell at himself until his mind was somehow altered, that wouldn’t do him any good. This had happened very rarely in his life, but when it did it was a monumental bitch to stomp out.

“Why her?” he asked his reflection. “Why me?”

His countenance in the mirror had no more answers to give him than he knew and so he hung his head in resignation, taking a deep, drawn out breath before removing his stinking garb and hopping into the steaming abyss of the shower. At least his outward appearance could be returned to its glory while the turmoil bubbled away inside.

It actually worked in his favor to be in a bit of hot water, for the time seemed to pass even faster as he was made to clean up the bar he nearly destroyed with his drunken antics, repair the damage done by his little freedom run with a pack of nearby cow and sheep, and personally make amends for his transgressions. In fact, it took nearly the rest of the week and by the time everything was finished Valkyrie had returned and the brothers were set to depart for home.

That morning as they awoke and packed their things for their departure, Thor could not help but notice that there was a little more pep in his brother’s movements. Not happy, mind you, just noticeable enough to have attention drawn to it. Even the way Loki made his way outside so that Thor could transport them back to the compound seemed almost… excited. 

“Only a week we’ve been away and yet here you are chomping at the bit to get back. Any particular reason?” Thor picked as he shoved him playfully.

Loki shot him a look as a warning. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” he dismissed him. “just ready to be rid of these people and back to my normal solitude.”

“Oh really?” Thor said as he shrugged. “Must be my imagination then.”

“I’m glad you can admit your faults,” Loki retorted, slowing his pace to be more nonchalant, standing still next to Thor who took them back as he chuckled quietly to himself. 

As soon as Loki entered the compound, he could tell that something in the air was different; it wasn’t the same place as he had left it and it made him strangely nervous. He had hoped you would be waiting for his return, but you were nowhere to be found and it disappointed him, though he shook it off as his subconscious being silly. 

Even as he went about his tasks of unpacking his things and reorganizing his life back into normality, he could not shake that something had happened here that would not be to his benefit. It truly ate at him in the back of his mind, like the dark clouds that unroll themselves upon the skies just before it rains, and he sat in that grim mood while his drawers were refilled this his clothing and as he stepped into his bathroom to replace his toiletries in the proper places. 

It was then that he heard the unmistakable sound of his door being opened and closed with a quickness as someone hurriedly moving inside his room. He could already feel the presence even before his eyes laid upon the person and as he popped his head around the door frame instantly he was met with the suspected culprit: you, in the flesh.

The moment you both locked eyes with one another he was already on the move, his arms bracing themselves around your waist, shoving you until you were pinned to the wall as his mouth hungrily recaptured your own. Fuck, he had been starved of you for far too long and the desperate, aggressive kisses currently assaulting your lips one after the other were completely evident of that. 

“What, they don’t have any whores for you to mess around with out in New Asgard?” you questioned breathlessly through breaks in embraces. “Couldn’t even get your dick wet? Seems like you missed me.”

Loki answered your question with even more aggression, his hand wrenching your thigh up towards his hip as if to wrap around him, those greedy fingertips digging themselves into the meat as he thrust slow and deep against your clothed cunt. “Stop. Talking.” he growled with that malice that made you tremble.

As his mouth re-locked itself with yours, his strong arms picked you up and dragged you over towards the bed where he set you down; a reunion like this was bound to take some time and he wanted you sprawled out like a platter ready for him to dine upon. As he set you down on the surface, he threw off his shirt before ripping your clothes from you and spreading you open with his hands.

Loki’s face descended between your legs, placing burning hot kisses along the inner part of your thigh, and fuck did it feel good. And yet even as the ecstasy of his touch sent you spiraling down the paths of pleasure, you could not shake the nagging part in the back of your mind that whispered to tell him what happened while he was gone.  

It was eating at the back of your mind, burrowing its way into the moment to not allow you a second of peace, and even as his mouth placed fluttery kiss along your abdomen, you knew that if you didn’t say something this would not end with either of you satisfied.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you said as you pulled back from him and sat up a little. “Just hang on a goddamn minute.”

Loki was still pawing at your torso to pull you back down, his desperation to taste you at its peak. “There are things that cannot wait now, darling,” he moaned, but you did not give him the chance to dive back in, placing your hands on his shoulders to push him off. That feeling of dread that had evaporated once he was on you can flooding right back as you stopped something that you never had before.

You took a deep breath. “Look, there is something you need to know I guess,” you began unsure of what the fuck you wanted to say, “something that happened while you were on your little guys trip.”

He did not even make some half-assed quip back, only staring back silent as the grave and so you continued. “It’s nothing, I really don’t even know why the hell I decided to bring it up, but… okay, look, there was a day when the compound was pretty empty. I was bored out of my damn mind and thought why not get an extra workout in, tire myself out so my fingers could have a rest. Bucky found me and we fucking went at each other, screaming and fighting through all the shit we wanted to say to each other when we broke up.”

“Stop stalling and get to the point,” Loki injected with agitation as he sat on edge. 

Your eyes still clung to his face, but it was now as if you were looking past him rather than at him. “Alright, shit,” you cursed him. “We ended up screwing, okay? It meant nothing, it means nothing, and I've been avoiding him like the fucking plague, but I thought you’d… want to know.”

The words sounded nice, but Loki did not fully believe them. That was not his biggest problem though; half-truths paled in comparison to what he felt the instant those words slipped from your lips. He did not feel anger for what you did, you could fuck who you pleased as there was no agreement to be exclusive; no, he was angry that he had just been made to feel as if you were being taken from him and that was something he simply could not stand. 

He realized in that moment what he knew all throughout the last week and that was that although he did not know where his heart truly lay with you, you were his and no one was going to take that away.

Loki’s brain was on autopilot as he stood up stoically from the bed and grabbed his clothes in bawled fists, redressing as fast as his arms could propel him. All the while you could only stay laying naked on his bed, silent and wide-eyed as you wondered what he was about to do.

“Stay here and wait as you are, do you hear me?” he ordered with a sternness you had never seen from him before; this wasn’t his usual pompous orders that ultimately were harmless and something in his tone kept you quiet and obedient. With purposeful footsteps he crossed the room in no time and threw open the door.

“This will not take long,” he muttered to the wind as he slammed it shut behind him.

Loki stalked through the halls a man on a mission and it just so happened that luck was on his side today. Down corridors he made his way, checking common areas first for the object of his anger: common room, kitchen, gym, but they all came up empty. And yet just as he stepped back out into the hallway, what should he hear but heavy footfalls, those same ones that he indeed knew well. At that moment, who should be coming around the corner as Loki approached except the person he was hunting: Barnes. 

Their eyes clocked one another only a second as Bucky nearly stepped into him, before the metal armed ex assassin turned on his heels and bolted in the direction he just came from as if he could get away from the wrath of a god so easily. Not today you fucking silly boy; he would have to learn that when you played with fire, you were most assuredly going to get burned. This was now a matter of pride: you belonged to Loki and him alone and he would not let that go without a fight. 

“Barnes,” Loki yelled after him loudly as he took off in hot pursuit.

Bucky didn’t stop or even turn around, thinking that if he just kept going he could dodge the Asgardian by simply not stopping until he got back to his room, but those heavy, irate footsteps just kept getting closer. Fuck he thought as he realized that he had been got and there was no escape.

“BARNES!!” Loki yelled his name with such rage this time that vibrated the plaster in the hall as he leapt forward to grab Bucky by the arm, using his immense strength to shove him face first into the wall and keeping him pinned at his mercy.

Bucky fought back against his accuser, but it was no use; not even super soldier strength could compare to the rage-fueled strength of a god. “Listen, I have nothing to say to you,” Bucky grumbled loudly, but Loki wasn’t having it and spun him around until his back was against the wall now so that he could press down hard with his arm on his windpipe to stop him from speaking.

“No, do not lie to me, boy. You think you are so slick?” Loki snarled. “Waiting until I am not around to make your move? Can’t get her absolutely anyone is near so you act the coward and do your bidding in the shadows, having to isolate her to even have a modicum of a chance? You pathetic, degenerate, waste of organic matter.”

What could Bucky do now that Loki had him right where he wanted him? He could fight back and god knew he wanted to, however he also knew he didn’t have the upper hand and at this point he would probably only hurt himself more trying to get out from under Loki’s arm then actually doing anything to harm him. And so stuck between a rock and a hard place, Bucky just stood quiet.

The tirade Loki had started was far from over and he took the silence of his captive to continue the words that had already begun to spill out. Leaning in closer to his face, Loki did not shift his gaze even slightly. “You think you can just step in and replace me?” he growled, eyes darkening with hatred. “Clearly, you do not know who you are dealing with if you think you can simply step back in and take whatever you wish. You are not even in the realm of being that good and I am not going to just sit by and allow it to happen, so do not try and test me further.”

“Hey, back off Count Dracula,” Bucky squirmed in his grasp, working against the pressure at his throat to speak finally. “Besides, what the fuck do you care anyway? You don’t seem the type to involve yourself this much with anyone, so why the hostility? Just sad you lost your cum toy?”

Loki tightened the pressure on his throat threateningly. “You think much of yourself, Man Out of Time,” intimidation dripping in his tone, “but even with your ‘enhancements’ you cannot hold a candle to what I have to offer and she knows as much. A pity fuck for old time’s sake does not mean anything. A temporary moment of weakness because she felt sorry for you, I am sure of it.”

“You wish,” Bucky sneered, and Loki swore he would wipe that smug look off that face if it was the last thing he did today. “We have history together and that’s something you cannot come in between. I know I fucked up, but that doesn’t change that the feelings we built together are still there. I know her better than you ever will.”

“Is that so?” Loki questioned, the fires of rage burning in his sight. He had not expected Barnes to put up so much of a fight, but he should not have been surprised. Was this all a ploy to get you back so that you would no longer be fraternizing with the enemy or did he really still have feelings strong enough for you to fight to win you back? Perhaps it was a little of both, but ultimately the reason did not matter to Loki; all he knew was that he would not allow Bucky to come between him and what was his.

Bucky chuckled. “She may enjoy being in your bed, but I’m the one who knows her secrets, who knows her heart, who held her as she tried to put the pieces back together. What you have to offer is fleeting at best and soon she will see it for what it is; hate fucking a man she doesn’t even like will get old sooner rather than later.”

Loki looked back up into the eyes of the man he was now in clear competition with and stood up to his full height in intimidation. “Stay away from her, do you understand me? You had your chance and you wasted it, not my fault she chose to upgrade. She is with me now, end of discussion. I will not give you another warning so I suggest you heed this one well before you truly get hurt.”

Bucky looked away a moment, chuckling to himself as he shook his head. “You wouldn’t dare,” he challenged. 

Licking his lips to steady his voice, Loki met his challenge head on. “You think me incapable? I have no qualms about burning this all to the ground to get what I want.”

His words sent a shiver down Bucky’s spine, but he could not let the god sense fear in him. “Scared that I’ll win this little game were involved in? Scared I may actually have a chance against the great and powerful God of Mischief?” he asked in response. “Good because you should be, why else would you threaten me like that? We’ll let her decide what she wants and when it isn’t you, you won’t be able to stop me from throwing it in your face.”

“NO,” Loki boldly yelled. “She made her decision when she acquired me to satisfy her every desire after leaving you far behind. In other words, metal man, she is mine and I will not be sharing with the likes of you.”

The anger with which Bucky had been confronted had forced his hand; he was in this now, whatever the outcome was because he was not about to be told what to do. “Bud, if you even think I am going to back off now, you have another thing coming. She may be technically with you… for now… but I am willing to fight tooth and nail for her. Can you say the same?” 

Loki stood silent as the grave, done with Bucky and this conversation, before releasing the man with a parting shove to the throat for good measure. Bucky straightened himself up, turning back to him once he had finished. “Let the games begin,” he said under his breath before giving him a devilish smirk, stepping off and walking away without another glance back.

PART 9:

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Lost & Found part 2

(Quirkless AU ft. Todosiblings , Big Bro Touya, Dabihawks but it’s complicated)

Not the same person, but I really LOVED your Hawks x Winged!reader shot! Can I ask for some kind of spin off, where Hawks is looking after a reader(maybe getting their hairs done, or preening their feathers) and being very possessive about it, cooing what a cute birdie his Darling is, while reader tries not to panic because they dislike ppl touching their wings as a part of trauma? I'm sucker for yanderes being super creepy while doing generally sweet things.

Ah yes, I think every now and then everyone needs a reminder that their yandere is only doing things for them. Because they love them, right? That’s a really good point there, tehe (･ω<)☆ Exactly the reminder we all need in these times, thank you for requesting!! ♥I got a little off-request here because inspiration sometimes wants a different way than the request is, but I hope it’s still enjoyable!

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If being bound to chains from the walls around you really was in your best interest, you had your doubts. In fact, you had your doubts about a lot of things. Like being kidnapped, held captive in a dark room, with deadbolts keeping the door shut, and presumably, underground. Yes, your wing-quirk was rare, but not to be underestimated, and if anyone knew this, then Hawks.

The only companion you had, was that damn cuckoo clock on the wall opposite from where he held you throughout the door. The sound of the - immensely funny how Hawks found - gift was something you’d never ever forget again in your whole life. How could you? It made sure you never dozed off more than an hour before tearing you out of your much prettier, much more peaceful dreams, and you despised it for it. 

But at least, it let you know about dinnertime. The only time that Hawks more or less managed to keep up routinely. He was worse with feeding you breakfast, and lunch was almost entirely canceled with the job the hero had, but for dinner - he always said - he wanted to be home. Home with his favorite nightingale for bonding and cuddles afterwards, his idea of a relationship.

Yours… not so much.

Food was something you learned to appreciate. It helped you stay sane to have something warm between your teeth, gave you some strength to wring with your captor for the space you needed afterwards. But Hawks- no, Keigo’s views on how you two should hang out, not only differed from yours but also, any you knew ‘normal’ couples did. Then again, what was normal when your partner was a madman?

As much as you resented the cuckoo for its loud, annoying screams of time, you couldn’t help but feel relieved that you’d be let down from your wall prison, able to move your wrists without the metallic clanking against your ears again. Even with two large wings, you were glad to be put back onto your feet, the strain on your wings’ roots - where they were steadied against the wall with metal chains too, becoming harder the longer you had to endure it. You tried not thinking about the fight that would break out in the morning when he demanded to put you up into chains again, believing this was nothing you should be worried right now. Because when you heard the first turn of the lock on your door, you knew you were in for more trouble than the ones still one night away.

Keigo whistled a happy tune as he pushed open the door, his slippers scrubbing over the floor while he carried in a tray of various little bowls. It seemed like typical japanese food, but you were sure there was nothing more than fast food inside. “Hello, my Dove. How’s your day been? Have you been hanging out here?” Snickering about his own joke, you learned to ignore the stupid remarks. 

You had been commendable lately, making sure to have good conversations with him and to humor his need to be close to you, aside from being a little unwilling to get back into chains every day. He at least didn’t seem mad about that, and you sometimes even thought to see the hints of pity in his eyes whenever he did what he thought he had to. So whatever you had built up with him in terms of a relationship, you didn’t want to mess it up with a useless comment when he was in quite such a good mood. 

Turning the switch on the light, the room lit up, even though the heavy curtains usually didn’t allow much light inside, and you blinked a few times to adjust to it. From his pocket, Keigo made a big show to pull out the keys to your chains, and with the hints of a thankful smile, you helped adjust your limbs to make it easy for him to reach the locks. After so many negative sounds, the clicking of them, with the following release of your arms and wings, was a delight rarely experienced by the average human, and you breathed a breath of relief to be freed of your restrains.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, ready to take careful steps towards the table in the corner of the room. However, suddenly he stepped into your field of vision, denying you an easy walk forward, instead, bringing you to a wonky halt. From his grin and open arms, you weren’t sure if he wanted something or if that was just to make you stop, but you decided against trying to pass him, watching his wings sway expectantly with more confusion on your side.

“Don’t you think I deserve a ‘welcome-home’-hug after my long day of work? I’ve been thinking about you all day long! Have you thought about me too?”

Truth be told, whatever had brought him to the conclusion that he deserved anything from you, must have been the same bug that had told him to kidnap you. But once your initial hesitation wore off, you tugged in your wings as tightly as you could to your back, before approaching him. The one-sided hug wasn’t quite what he must have envisioned when he asked for it, but the torture wasn’t long for you anyway.

You only briefly missed his eyes inspecting your wings which seemed to shift every time he moved his hands on your back, but you assured him of his question, which was enough for him to hear for now. “Yeah… Thought about you too.”

However, when you sat there for dinner, Hawks was different enough for you to notice. He was usually the one to always steal from your sparse array of chicken wings and fries, but he seemed absentminded on his chair for the duration of your meal, nibbling on some snagged bone, eyes always falling back over to your wings even when you moved them as far away from his view as possible.

“I think you chipped a feather with your struggling,” he eventually muttered as you wrapped up the bowls, thanking him for the meal. “It’s been bothering me since this morning, what if more are broken?”

You couldn’t help a worried glance over your shoulder, but of course, without spreading them and maybe a few mirrors to see the backside, you wouldn’t be able to determine if everything was okay. “Maybe you should let me take a look-” he offered, a fast hand reaching out for behind your back, but you flinched out of the way fast enough, catching his wrist just in time with a loud, “NO!”

Keigo didn’t spare you the sharp glare from below at your dismissal of his help, letting out a loud hum before retracting back to his seat. You didn’t miss a heartbeat to sit sideways on your chair, bringing your wings as far away as possible from him. “If there’s a broken feather, we need to mend it, Birdy, Darling.”

“I am sure they are fine, just a little… shuffled, yeah.”

“Mhm, I’d still like to see,” he insisted, standing up. He wasn’t a super tall figure in comparison to a lot of his colleagues, but he sure could look menacing when he hovered over you. The only good thing about it was the open space beneath his arm, that you slipped through quickly, giving yourself a mental pat for quick actions.

The only thing you didn’t consider was that Hawks always was quicker. Quicker in hunting people down, quicker in bringing them to the police, and quicker in catching you, knowing exactly what you were going for the moment your eyes fell on the open space. It had been a long time for someone to touch your wings. Even from Hawks, you had mostly kept them away, so you already had forgotten the feeling of a hand brushing into your feathers, gripping them tightly.

With a weak, panic-induced squeal, you stumbled to the side, pulling him with you as his hand held on just a bit tighter under your frantic movements. You could feel the feathers ripping from the root one after the other as he didn’t let go, your breathing picking up speed and lungs unable to handle the stress of the rapid air pouring in and out. Your hyperventilation did nothing to stop him, and with every sound of their fickle stems breaking you remembered more and more the circumstances of your upbringing.

It was just like when they had used you as a feather-maker before. The people you trusted most had regularly plucked them out to sell and make accessories for buyers, even when you bled and asked them not to. This was barely any different, especially not when Hawks clicked his tongue in annoyance the more you struggled.

Not long, and you found yourself in the stranglehold of his arm, bits of fluffy feathers falling from his hand as he finally pulled it away from your wings again, keeping you locked helplessly in his hold. “Calm down, it’s not like I want to hurt you.” There was nothing harder than to calm your racing heart and ragged breath, but you at least tried, especially when the air to breathe became thinner in his chokehold.

“Look, I found the bad boy,” he cooed, holding up his hand triumphantly to show you one long feather he had pulled out, slightly crooked at the end. Though you believed you started to see stars, clinging to his arm desperately, you nodded, quaking a ‘Thank you’ to him as best as you could.

Finally, he let you go, your body sinking to the ground, unable to hold up as every limb seemed to shiver uncontrollably. It took you a good minute to get some control over yourself again, the pain on your neck finally setting in too, and you shuddered just thinking about what just happened. But it wasn’t like Keigo ever gave you time to work through your experiences, especially not when you were so vulnerably open to him now.

You couldn’t possibly have seen his arms coming as they hooked under your shoulders, pulling you back up and over to the bed on which he sat down himself, letting your body glide to the floor. If anyone knew how to treat wings and tickle their instincts, it was Hawks, so it shouldn’t have surprised you as much as it did as he drove his hand up your spine, triggering your feathers to ruffle unwillingly. Immediately, you wanted to jump away again, but with a reprimanding ‘Ah-Ah’ his legs wrung around your torso, keeping your locked in your place despite your wiggles. 

It became only worse with the feelings of his hands brushing down your ruffled feather again, spreading them over his lap to get a really good look at them. “There are so many more broken ones. We have to take care of them, you understand that, right? It will only hurt so much to lose a few for the sake of keeping you healthy, I promise.”

“No… please…” you muttered as you heard his words, noticing his fingertips combing through every feather to inspect them one by one. “Don’t be a child now, I know what I’m doing. Just be a good birdie and let me handle this, [Name].”

There was no more resisting his words, Keigo being deadset on fixing your ruined feathers, one way or another. “Take a deep breath,” he advised, and you felt the hot tears roll down your cheeks as those words reminded you of the past. Hearing you following his instructions, Keigo did a trial tug, seeing just how much you’d flinch from it before strengthening his legs around your torso, knowing it would cause a lot of stirring if he really pulled it out.

“On the count of three, my Dove.”

Yandere Diavolo please with an ex-s/o nsfw headcanons please

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationships: Diavolo x GN!MC

Characters: Diavolo, Main Character

Additional Tags: yandere, Non-Con, imprisonment, unhealthy relationship, masturbation, violence, forced pregnancy (under bonus if you want to avoid it)

A/N: Yandere Diavolo, my love 💕

They broke up with him. He was clearly too caught up with them and they had to get out of it. They tried to break up as amicably as possible and Diavolo seemed to take it well. The key word being seemed to. In reality, he was livid. The man has only been denied one thing in his entire life (namely his father's love) and he refuses to ever be denied the love of someone he wants again.

He does love them, or so he tells himself. He knows he's the best option for them. They just need to see it for themselves. That's why he only smiles when they break up with him. He tells them that he hopes they can remain friends, using the trust he's already built up with them so they let down their guard.

Every time he thinks about them, he gets a little angry before that anger melts into missing them. He has to jerk one out while thinking about how he'd abuse their body in order to make himself feel better. It's a nice thought, imagining how he'd fuck them so hard their thighs bruise from him pumping into them.

He is not a patient man, but he can wait until the right time to make them see what he's known all along. They don't know it yet, but they never really broke up. Well, maybe it's time he teaches them.

For a demon like Diavolo, who has Barbatos at his side, getting into someone's home is easy. Grabbing them is easier, though he's hurt when they start screaming and yelling to let them go. He's especially hurt when they leave no choice but for him to smack them so they get themselves together. He never would have thought he'd have to raise his hand to them before, but here they were.

He just wanted to explain that, after so much time and thought, he forgave their little breakup stunt and was willing to make amends. They clearly aren't listening though as they shake and tremble with fear. Poor thing. He'll kiss where he hit them and apologize profusely. They just made him so angry because they wouldn't listen. He'll be better.

They see him for what he is; absolutely insane. Maybe they kick him in the groin, maybe they slip away from him, maybe he lets them go, but either way they free themselves and run for the front door. They slam it open and bolt through-

Only to find themselves in their bedroom.

The look of confusion that twists into rage and fear makes Diavolo hard as he follows in behind them. As if they could outrun him. As if he'd let them escape when they belong to him.

He'll hug them from behind, shushing them and whispering how he knows this is different but it's for the best. They belong together after all. He forgives them for their mistake in trying to break up. He's willing to overlook that they've been such a bad partner. All this while he's rubbing his clothed erection against their ass and his hands start to wander toward the hem of their pants.

They can fight him all they want, but this is going to happen. He is going to force them face first onto the bed, holding their arms behind their back, and he is going to see just how long it does take to bruise their thighs. If they scream, he'll go harder. If they cry, he will keep shushing them. If they go catatonic, he will whisper sweet nothings to them as if he wasn't violating someone he claimed to love. Either way, he won't stop until he's satisfied they understand the position they're in.

After that, it's like playing house. He's the big strong man who goes out and does his very important work. They're the beloved spouse who stays home and does whatever they want to pass the time. He doesn't really care what they do as long as they're waiting for him when he gets home. Barbatos is a good butler, so they don't even have to cook or clean for themselves.

They can try to find a way out, but all that does is result in Diavolo being upset when he comes back, so they quickly stop. 

If they're good, they get to look out the window or even watch TV just to see the world outside. Of course, Diavolo sticks his hand in their underwear and fingers them the entire time, but at least it's something.

They're Diavolo's plaything. Maybe in some perverse way he really does love them, but they can't see it. All they can see is the way he wants to own them in every humiliating and degrading way he can.

Their body knows his cock better than they know the back of their own hand. He makes them serve him everyday in exchange for everything. If they want to eat they have to blow him first, they can't sleep until they have at least one load inside of them, if they want something new to take their mind off their clear imprisonment they have to warm his cock until he decides to get it for them (it rarely stays a simple cockwarming). 

The worst part is that he has a rule that forbids them from cumming unless they tell him "I love you, honey" before they do. They hate that he makes them cum. They hate that when they forget to say it, he'll fuck them brutally until they can't think straight and their body feels limp and worthless.

The phrase is so ingrained in their head at some point that hearing him say it makes them cum on the spot. He does that a lot when he wants to punish them for something that he perceived as a slight. After all, they didn't say it so now he gets to ravish their body to his heart's content.

Diavolo is imagining the day they finally learn their lesson. He can't wait for the day they crawl into his lap, kiss his face, and apologize for being such a brat on the first place. He can't wait to hear them say how much they love him and have them mean it. He thinks about it every time he's pounding into the hole he's trained so well, wondering when their mind will finally break the same way their body has.

Bonus

If his partner is able to have children, he will dictate when they go on and are taken off birth control. If he decides he wants an heir, they will have no choice but to give him one. He'll make sure to cum inside of them over and over until he's sure they're pregnant.

He will be shockingly gentle while they are carrying his child. He won't let up on how often he forces them to serve him, but he will focus a lot more on their pleasure and making them feel good. He won't be as rough or violent with them either.

He loves to run his hands over their growing belly and watch them try to ride him so he can see what he's done to them. He and his precious partner made a life together. That turns him on more than anything else.

He loves to suck on their tits and taste the milk that comes out. He may need a few reminders that he can't have it all to himself. Reminders that are quickly met by him sucking harder as he fingers them brainless.

Whether he decides to knock them up again or they decide to beg him for another child just so he'll be gentle with them again, one isn't going to be enough.

If his partner is unable to have children, well that's a shame. He'll have to find someone else to make an heir with him in their place. Don't get upset, precious. He won't forget them.

In fact, he'll have to come home to them and fuck them extra just to prove how devoted he is. Maybe he'll fuck them the same way just so they know he's not actually cheating on them.

Even though they can't have children, he talks non-stop about how he's going to put a baby in them and make them a parent. He cums so much that they can't hold it all, which makes him upset. 

They won't be the biological parent of his heir, but they will be the only parent his heir knows so they may as well thank him for making them a parent. Go on. He wants to hear them say how happy they are that he and them will have a happy little family.

What are your thoughts on this?

bruh Mewtwo knows what’s up 

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Rules: Anything within common sense is alright. I'm not good with graphic, detailed smut, but limes are ok. Female/male/gender neutral readers. Original work and fandom (see below).

Fandoms: [Anime: Baki, Hakuouki, Inuyasha, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, Mayoiga, Monster, Naruto, Shaman King, Yu Yu Hakusho]; [Manga/Webcomics: Killing Stalking, Crows/Worst (Takahashi Hiroshi), Suicide Boy, JTHM]; [Games: Hogwarts Legacy (or Harry Potter), Obey me!, Legend of Zelda: BotW + TotK, Silent Hill, Call of Duty, Baldur’s Gate 3]; [Misc: Alien (& Predator), Horror Movies, Creepypasta, Star Trek: TOS]

Baki:

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Boku no Hero Academia:

BNHA Headcanons: Midoriya Izuku as a loving boyfriend

BNHA Characters x Artist! Reader

BNHA Headcanons: Pro-Hero Todoroki Shoto x Reader

Hakuouki:

[WIP Request] Yandere! Hakuoki x Reader (Demon Trio)

Inuyasha:

Inuyasha/Sesshomaru x Butterfly Demon! Reader Headcanons

Inuyasha/Sesshomaru x Butterfly Demon! Reader Headcanons: First meeting

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Monster:

[WIP Request] Johan Liebert x Reader

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure:

JJBA Headcanons: Pillar Woman! Reader

Naruto (Shippuden):

Yandere! Akatsuki Headcanons: Halloween with their Darling

Kakuzu Fanart (I)

Kakuzu Fanart (II)

Kakuzu Fanart (III)

[Wattpad] Yandere! Akatsuki x Reader Book (ongoing)

Obey Me!

Yandere! Solomon x Reader

Demon Brothers x Reader Headcanons [Belphegor, Beelzebub, Mammon]

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WORST Characters x Reader

WORST Characters x Reader (II)

[WIP Request] WORST Characters x Cat(like)! Reader

[WIP Request] Crows x Worst Characters x Foreign!Fighter! Reader

Suicide Boy Characters x Caring! Reader Headcanons

Video Games:

[Hogwarts Legacy] Yandere! Sebastian Sallow x Reader

[Hogwarts Legacy] Sebastian Sallow x Ravenclaw! Male Reader

[CoD] Yandere! König & Ghost x Reader Headcanons

[CoD] Yandere! König & Ghost x Reader Headcanons (II)

[CoD] [WIP Request] König x Male! Reader Headcanons

[CoD] König Fanart

[LoZ] [WIP Request] Yandere! Fierce Deity Link x Hylia! Reader

[Baldur's Gate 3] [WIP] Yandere! BG3 Characters x Reader Headcanons

[Baldur’s Gate 3] Bhaal Headcanons

[Baldur's Gate 3] Monster Headcanons

Spicy noodles my beloved 

somethin' new (miya twinsxF!reader) <NSFW>

a/n i'm working on like 3 other fics rn but i found this in my drafts and thought it was good enough to publish (with a LOT of polishing ofc). I'm new to smut writing so I'm very insecure abt this but i hope u enjoy

summary::: your older brother atsumu likes watching porn. and the twins like trying shit out on you. aka porn w plot osamu focus bc he's best boy word count::: 2.9k warnings/triggers!!!::: non-con, step-cest, stockholm syndrome-ish, the miya twins are really fucking mean and possessive, double penetration (my fave! <33)

People think the Miyas are scariest when they lose, when they're arguing with each other, or when they're distracted during a serve. 

But you know them better–actually, you know them best.

They're scariest when they're fucking you.

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"I was watchin' porn yesterday and I wanna try somethin' new," Atsumu announces as he walks through into the living room, tossing his volleyball bag onto the couch. 

Osamu rolls his eyes, continuing to flip through his textbook at the kitchen table. 

"Why the hell would you watch porn when you got ‘er right here?" Osamu snaps back, hardly glancing up. Atsumu’s eyes shift to you as you squirm on Osamu’s lap uncomfortably. 

Osamu continues casually stroking your pussy with one hand as the other holds you down. 

You’re shaking– he’s been at this for twenty minutes now, reading his lecture notes as he continuously edges you. You haven’t given in yet, though. 

You know he’s just waiting for you to beg him for it.  

It's still hard to believe that you’re dripping on his lap and he won’t stop memorizing vocabulary for his upcoming exam.

As a final year university student, Osamu’s been under a lot of pressure. What better way to alleviate it than to play with his favorite toy?

Atsumu takes in the scene in front of him, smirking when he makes eye contact with you. You quickly turn away.

Although the twins share you, it still feels wrong when one of them catches you in the act with the other.

“Ya sure you don’t even wanna hear? I know you’ll like it, ya freak,” Atsumu says, now glancing at his brother.

You shiver at Atsumu’s words and Osamu frowns as he moves his hand away from your lap.

"Fine. Out with it, asshole," he murmurs, finally distracted from his studies. He shoves his papers aside, full attention on you now. From the corner of your eye, you see Atsumu light up. 

It’s almost comical to see the twins this way.

Always fighting, always competing— but when it comes to you they're a single organism.

"I was watchin' my favorite porn star-- ah, don't be jealous, y/n! I only watch her for inspiration because she's freaky-- and I saw her take two in one hole." 

Your eyes widen.

You wouldn't be able to take it.

"No, please," you whisper, holding your breath. Osamu’s body flexes under you reflexively.

When have you become such a pussy?

You were always the outspoken, little step-sister who fought her brothers tooth and nail for the last slice of cake. 

Nobody could have excepted them to fuck the brat out of you within a month of moving in together.

Osamu surprisingly agrees with you.

"Nah. I'm not into rubbin' dicks with you," he says, both hands on your chest now. The thought of being that close to a naked Atsumu makes him grimace.

Atsumu rolls his eyes.

"I'm not into that shit either, but I wanna see her take it." You wince as Osamu pinches your nipples, hard. He's gone completely silent, which isn't a good sign. 

“It’ll be a little painful, but I know she’ll be able to pull through,” Atsumu continues, carefully watching Osamu’s expression.

The Miya fans would be shocked to discover that Osamu's a sadist, more so than Atsumu. 

While Atsumu wipes away your tears, Osamu enjoys watching them stream down your face.

When Osamu doesn't respond, Atsumu sighs and rubs his head, frustrated. He’d been looking forward to this since last evening, when he had to jerk off to the sounds of you and Osamu going at it.

"Fine then. I'll try it myself with a toy. I bought a new dildo for her, ya know. And it's bigger than you."

No further words are needed—Osamu pulls his hands out of your shirt, and you feel him physically fuming behind you.

He's possessive, stupidly so, and hates when Atsumu buys you disgusting silicon toys and shit. 

He really doesn't understand his twin sometimes. 

Why buy toys, why watch porn, when you, his adorable, precious little bitch, exists? 

Osamu would rather lose a game at nationals before you cum off a piece of vibrating plastic. 

And he won't admit it, but deep down he's scared. Scared that it'll satisfy you better than he can. 

The less competition, the better. He's already competing with Atsumu on a daily basis.

Atsumu, who can make you squirt faster than he can. Atsumu, who makes you laugh. Atsumu, who, Osamu knows, you favor.

Maybe it's because the little shit handles you just a little better in bed. 

Osamu picks you up from classes, purchases expensive jewelry and takes you out to get sweets every week, you still shy away from his touches.

So Osamu has given up-- if you're gonna hate him anyways, he'll do whatever he wants. 

And that’s why you’re always left a humiliatingly wet mess whenever he uses you. 

"Fine. Ya better take a shower first, you fuckin' freak," Osamu says, pushing you off his lap. 

Atsumu smirks, cracking his fingers and wrists.

"You be preppin' her, 'Samu."

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It feels good, but you don't want to admit it.

You’re lying on your shared king-sized bed, trying to hold back tears and moans as Osamu eats you out, pumping three of his long fingers into you quickly. 

Between the two of them, Atsumu can get you to cum faster. But Osamu gets you to cum harder. His every move is calculated–from every lick to every moment of rest he gives you.

Osamu's on a mission to get you to beg.

"Samu, please," you breathe, gripping the bed sheets. You feel him smiling, and you grip at the bedsheets. All the teasing he’d been doing before Atsumu got home is quickly catching up to you. 

“What was that?” He asks, his dark eyes taking in the conflicting emotions washing over your face. When you don’t respond, he leans back and slaps your pussy, hard. Your eyes widen in pain, and you can’t help the squeak that you release, to his satisfaction.

You’re wet, and he knows it’s not a fluke. You want him. He hasn’t trained you over this past year for nothing.

“‘You aren’t bein’ too mean, are ya?” Atsumu asks, stepping out of the bathroom, rubbing his hair with a towel. He’s shamelessly naked, hard from hearing your cries from the shower. 

Atsumu surveys your body, admiring the marks his twin has placed on you. 

A small part of him is thankful his brother is willing to play the role of mean cop. Atsumu gets to reap the rewards of consoling you—although he too enjoys seeing you covered in bruises and left in tears.

He’d never hurt you himself though. He likes cuddling with you and loves the way you laugh at his lame jokes too much. 

Osamu snaps him back to reality, standing up as he wipes his shiny lips with the back of his hand.

“She’s ready.”

Atsumu grins. His brother is strangely meek today---probably from you refusing to go to his practice game the other day. You had enjoyed a nice picnic date with Atsumu instead (although that ended with you shaking and moaning in Samu’s arms that night).

“I guess I’m first?”

“Ladies first.”

“You’re a bitch, ya know that?” Atsumu spits, rubbing his dick with his left hand and soaking his right in your wetness. Osamu laughs, pulling off his shirt in a smooth motion.

You, on the other hand, can’t stop shaking. The thought of having two of them in a single hole is almost too much to wrap your head around. With Osamu’s length and Atsumu’s girth, you’re sure you won’t be able to take it. 

What if you tear? Surely they’d stop if you beg hard enough.

For now, you can’t do anything but accept this. 

From what you’ve observed, when the twins are playful in bed, you shouldn’t resist.

Lost in your thoughts, you gasp as Atsumu yanks you towards him—he’s sitting at the head of the bed, leaning against the wall. You gulp as you find yourself hovering above his dick, facing Osamu, who’s busy tossing Atsumu's towel onto the ground.

“Aw, baby. Calm down, won’t ya? You know it hurts more when you’re nervous.” 

Atsumu brings your face towards him, grip so tight you couldn’t turn away if you wanted to. 

His rough hands, thick from years of volleyball training, gently smoothes out your hair, and he begins to press kisses on your jawline. The motion is so welcoming that you momentarily forget he’s the one to propose this in the first place.

Osamu sighs, frustrated.  

“Get on with it, won’t ya?”

Atsumu frowns at him, pulling away from you. 

“And that, ‘Samu, is exactly why she likes me better than ya,” he says, slamming you onto him in a single motion.

It hurts!

You groan, fingers twitching. It hurts already, he’s especially hard today. What’re you going to do when it gets to the meaner twin?

Atsumu pets your clit, grinning as he feels you begin to melt into his chest. He knows exactly how you like it. That spongy spot, right… there. Your groan turns into a moan as he shifts his hips, aiming to reach deep inside of you. 

Osamu doesn’t break eye contact with you as he slowly gets onto the bed. He’s in no hurry, unfortunately. 

If he wasn't such an asshole, you'd find him hot.

You really do love his gorgeous eyes and gray hair. 

"Stop bein' a dick and get on with it," Atsumu says. He scowls at his brother, who continues to simply stare at you. 

Both of them know Osamu doesn't want to actually hurt you. He'd never break you.

You're too precious.

"W-what?" Your shaky voice intrudes into his thoughts. 

You've gone red and stopped clawing at Atsumu's unrelenting hand.

Did he say that out loud? He must have, because Atsumu is laughing now.

Fuck. 

This isn't the time to be embarrassed, though.

Osamu reaches forward, lining his dick next to his brother's. 

To be honest, he was never opposed to the idea.

Yeah, Atsumu's a disgusting pig, but he's his twin. 

There's an unbreakable bond between them and knowing they share so much DNA sometimes makes Osamu feel as though they're just one person in two bodies. He’s honestly willing to try anything that Atsumu proposes (except get him off, of course, he’ll leave that to you).

Taking a deep breath, he begins to push, using his precum as lube.

Fuckkkkkk.

Osamu's pretty sure everyone had the same thought at that exact moment.

It's so tight. It's so warm. It’s hurting you, for sure. But it feels too good to stop. 

For you, it’s suffocating, being stuck between two muscular twins. And, once again showcasing their unspoken connection, they begin to carefully move in and out of you at the same pace. 

It hurts now, and tears are burning behind your eyes, but there’s that little voice in your head telling you to just relax and enjoy it—it’ll feel good.

Why? Why does it have to feel so good when this is all wrong?

Fundamentally, twins shouldn't be sharing the same girl, at the same time.

That same girl should especially not be their little sister whom they've been older brothers to for a decade.

But what does it matter now?

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Atsumu's in heaven. This is better than he imagined, actually. He’s decided that he’ll take the easy route, playing with your soft breasts and sucking hickies into your neck. His dick has gone still as he simply enjoys the fast pace Osamu fucks you at. 

While there’s a slight burn against his cock every time Osamu moves, the pain only intensifies the pleasure. 

Osamu’s eyebrows are furrowed as he focuses on watching his dick pump into you. He wants to curse out Atsumu for being so lazy, but at the same time— he’s always liked to be in charge. 

That voice was right, because it’s feeling good now. Your brain buzzes pleasantly and you’re losing control of your legs. 

Atsumu's moaning into your ear, Osamu's grunting with every push, and you feel hyper aware of every motion as you're slipping away. 

The dull lights of the room begin to blur.

You're crying now. Your toes are curling and drool slips out of the corner of your mouth. How stupid you must look right now.

How long has it been? 5 minutes? 5 hours?

It has to be at least that long or else the numbness that you’re beginning to experience down there doesn’t make any sense.

Atsumu has resumed his efforts in making you feel good, overstimulating every fiber of your being as he wipes away your tears and nuzzles your neck. It’d be an innocent gesture if he wasn’t rubbing circles onto your clit.

Osamu has been working like a well-oiled machine, admiring your broken face and how good his lower half feels, circulating adrenaline throughout his body. 

Just looking at you, choked up and crying, is enough. 

"I'm cumming..." he whispers. No, he’s not. He can’t. 

Not before his stupid twin does. And certainly not before you do. 

"Come on, baby, beg for it," Atsumu whispers into your ear, as if he can read his brother’s thoughts. 

Maybe they do have some sort of telepathy. Atsumu reaches forward and gently pushes down on your lower belly. You groan immediately. The slight pressure has your walls rubbing against their dicks even tighter now, and Osamu’s now grinding against that spot you love.

You’re gonna cum. Or pass out. Maybe both. 

"Please!" You shout. Fuck pride. "Please, please, please, ‘Samu, please cum."

Annnd he’s coming. Osamu reaches out, grasps your neck, and squeezes. 

Your cries are the only thing he can hear, loud enough to drown out Asumu’s words, and he’s losing sensation in his hips—

“Fuck, I love you, y/n…” Osamu says, admiring the way your eyes roll to the back of your skull. 

Even as your eyesight flickers, you make out this confession, lips automatically parting to moan. 

You tighten as Osamu releases in you, Atsumu following suit shortly after (something he’ll bully Osamu about later, no doubt).

There’s a certain stillness in the room as Osamu immediately slips out of you and turns away. Post-nut clarity’s setting in, and he realizes he’s not as fond of dick rubbing with Atsumu as he was a few minutes ago. 

Atsumu’s still panting in your ear, and, after a few moments of rest, gently eases himself out of you. Unlike his usual self (who insists on cuddling with you after the deed, no matter how much bodily fluid you’re covered in) he allows you to roll away from him, still recoiling from the strong orgasm.

Surprisingly, the lazy asshole leaps off the bed first today. 

“I’ll be taking a shower first. Alone.”

You muster enough energy to glance at him, then at Osamu. It’s so awkward you’d run out of the apartment if you could. 

Osamu knows his brother is being especially kind today, letting him speak to you in private.

As Atsumu strides towards the bathroom, he catches Osamu’s eye and winks, smirking at Osamu’s middle finger.

Osamu can basically hear his twin’s inner voice— this is just payment for the fuck.

You shut your eyes, registering the closing bathroom door. Now that the pleasure has subsided, you realize that you’re just in pain. Your chest and hips, especially, from Atsumu’s relentless teasing and Osamu’s rough handling. 

Damn it. You’re meeting with your friends tomorrow, how’re you going to hide these marks on your neck from them? 

From the way Osamu had choked you, you’re almost certain there’s going to be a bruise. You do have that leftover, crusty concealer that Atsumu got you a few months back—

“y/n, do you hate me?”

Osamu’s deep voice interrupts your thoughts. 

Your mouth instinctively opens, but you hesitate.

No. 

“No.”

Because you really don’t. Despite everything they put you through, you can’t bring yourself to hate them. 

Osamu lets out a silent sigh of relief, turning back to look at you. 

“Do you love me?”

You can’t answer him as quickly this time. 

Osamu and Atsumu were your brothers. They had been by your side for all of your childhood.

 They were the first ones to teach you how to ride a bike, how to multiply and divide, how to cook rice. 

They had been your first love. And even now… you’re relieved they’re with you, not in the bedrooms of other girls.

“I… do,” you admit. Fuck. You’re crazy. You know that. But you do. 

Even though you don’t want to admit it, you’re just as twisted as your brothers. You bury your head under the covers as the heat rushes to your face. 

“I wanna marry you.” Osamu suddenly announces, ripping back the blanket you’re holding to your face. He examines your blushing cheeks, and reaches down to grab your hand. 

Yeah, it’d look much fucking better with a shiny ring. He should look into a jewelry maker first thing tomorrow morning.

“Nope. I already called dibs, ‘Samu,” the blonde haired setter interjects, throwing open the door as if awaiting his cue. 

“Like months ago. Actually, years ago.”

Osamu frowns, prepared to retort back that actually, remember that you didn’t even like her when we first met her? You told dad you didn’t want him to marry mom because you didn’t want a sister, you little–

“We’re all Miyas here,” you say, predicting another fight. Despite your tiredness, you can't help but smile. 

Yeah, you do love them.

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a/n fun fact: i wrote this while meeting with my business class project group two semesters ago >.< depraved shit FR.. also no final read-through as usual bc i'm literally cringed out by my own writing LOL