Title: A Cruel Punishment

Summary: You were cast aside by your fiance, a prince who fell in love with another woman. You were called an evil woman and you thought you would be sent away yet instead you were given to another. Your hands trembled when you read the contract that you would wed a terrible man.

Tags/Warnings: male!yandere, fem!reader, viscount!yandere x fallen aristocrat!reader, both are adults, general yandere themes, manipulation (both physical and mental), power imbalance, forced marriage, corporal punishment, loss of control, womb tattoo that is not sexual, forced servitude, 4.7k words

This was your punishment.

You did try of course. You tried everything in your power not to have this happen… Yet no matter what you did you were treated like a villain in front of that girl. Tears in your eyes as you watch the man you have loved hold another woman with such care while looking at you in disdain and disgust like you were the devil. 

After misunderstandings and misunderstandings, your fiance has cast you aside for the girl who had become the talk of the aristocratic society. You were also spoken of, as the wicked one who lost her fiance to some countryside noble girl. The lady who was cruel and cunning. A bully towards those who could not speak up for themselves. A noble who had set up her own fall.

Yet that was never the case. You were nothing of that sort yet no one believed. When cautious eyes stayed away from you, not wanting to be caught in the waves or rumors. When those who cared for entertainment smiled at you wickedly, watching everything around you collapse. Those who didn't care turned their backs towards you walking away.

Maybe you should have tried harder… but it was too late. Kicked out of noble society, you awaited your punishment.

You thought you would be sent to a monastery. A punishment to banish the cruel women of nobility. Yet just before you could step foot towards that place, you were dragged back to where you were. 

They had no place for you. Food and water, none of that nor a place for you to sleep. For you, a far worse punishment awaited you. As you stared at the letter sent to you your knees fell to the floor. 

A marriage arrangement contract with the viscount. Cursive, beautiful, and elegant... it was terrifying.

There were many rumors surrounding him, he was someone who always smiled yet the more sharp ones could see the cunningness and hunger in his eyes. There were many rumors around him, that even while handsome many sound-minded women stayed away from him. For those ladies who did not, it was long before they suddenly disappeared, fell into madness or their family suddenly became bankrupt. 

There were rumors that circulated around the nobility that the viscount was dangerous, had a hold of the black market, and dabbled in dark magic. But there was no concrete proof, there was nothing. It was impossible to find information that the rumors were true and those who tried to unravel what was covered could only regret it.

The moment you read the contract that he would have you as his wife it was as if cold water was dumped onto you. Fear encased your heart as you wondered if this was your punishment. 

Those who have heard of this news wondered if you would even be alive after your marriage with that man. Some thought that you would not last even a month later found in a ditch somewhere body chopped into pieces, while organs were sold to the highest bidder.

You were scared as you were essentially dragged to his mansion, under the guise that you and him should get to know each other more before marriage which was in two months' time. Reaching the place and forced to sit down in the guest waiting room, your hands shook as you held your teacup to your lips, you could not focus on the maids bringing desserts. Seconds felt like hours till he finally showed, the same smile on his lips that felt nothing more than a mask. It was obvious that he was hiding something. 

He never tried to hide that smile, in fact, you have never seen another expression on his face other than that sly smile. Maybe already confident that no one would ever find those secrets.

You were cautious of him, having met him a few times at parties and balls you have always kept your guard up and alert around him, never once able to feel comfortable when he stared down at you like a predator watching its prey. You always tried to avoid him, and when you could not you could only sigh in relief when the conversation ended and the two of you separated.

Yet here you were.

"I hope you didn't wait long." He gently asked, taking a seat on the sofa in front of you. The servants had silently left the room after he had motioned them to go out (a flick of his hand) leaving only you and him alone. You shook your head telling him that it was fine that you didn't wait long which he looked as if he had brightened considerably. 

"Then please be comfortable. I do hope the tea is to your liking."

His sly smile never left his face.

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐲 — 𝒯．𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

{📂// pairings } — yandere!werewolf!Toji Fushiguro x blk!fem!reader

{📂// synopsis } — you found Toji in his wolf form in a nearby alley shivering from the rain that recently fell and probably from the cuts and bruises that had been prominent on his body. You decided to take him in and nurture him back to health not knowing the strange obsession that man had grown for you.

{📂// cw } — 3.1k (a lot of time skips)

{📂// author’s notes } — watched ‘The Bad Guys’ again today and I remember one scene with Wolf wagging his tail at the old lady after he helped her and it had me thinking…

Thunder rolled in the sky as you scurried over to the other side of the road trying not to get run over by the speeding cars. Once you made it over to the other side, you held onto your umbrella for dear life, fearing that it would blow away with all the heavy rain and wind blowing around you; the thunder and lightening was just special effects. This wouldn't have happened if your boss hadn't called you out to work on your off day since apparently someone called in sick and you were the next person they could find to fill the position for that day. Your coat had been clinging to your body and the rain seemed like it wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

Vulnerability

pairing: ex!Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: mildly angsty bc y'all broke up before, rough sex kinda, sex with feelings, y’all broke up and he’s back (surprise, surprise), unprotected sex, creampie, possessive gojo

notes: once Satoru is in love, he is in wholeheartedly. you are never getting rid of him <3

“Say it again, baby,” Satoru drawls, drunk in the pleasure that you’re providing as you glide up and down on his impressive length.

“I love you,” you whisper, just like old times as your hands rest on either side of his neck, keeping his ice blue gaze fixed on your face.

A lazy smile spreads across his handsome face as he guides your hips, his long fingers tightening around your flesh.

“I missed that. Missed you,” he whispers back, words that you’d never thought you’d hear. Not from this man.

It’s been months since he walked out that door. Since you told him to get the fuck out of your life and never come back. He was petrified of commitment and that wasn’t a secret to anyone who knew of your relationship well enough.

“I love you,” you say again, earning you a groan from a man beneath you.

“I love you too, gorgeous,” he replies, nearly stopping your steady rhythm, but the feel of his glorious cock keeps you going.

“Say it again,” you echo his words, desperate to hear those words after months of his denying you of the pleasure.

“I love you. I’ve always loved you, baby,” he breathes out. “I fucking mean it too,” he growls quietly.

His hands nearly bruise your hips, fingertips pressing into your skin when he starts holding you as tight as he wish he would have before. When he was too proud and too scared to just utter the words that roll off his tongue so easily now.

“I need you. I fucked up and I know it,” he pants, easily flipping the two of you over so that he lumbers over you.

When Tomorrow Comes

Koko x reader

warnings: p0rn with tiny amount of plot, fem reader, reader is degraded by her husband, mentions of weight, unwanted touching, reader cheating, reader is shorter than Koko, plans of murder and minor talks of violence, piv, creampie, soft and vanilla, office sex

you are the wife of a shitty rich businessman who does not know how to treat you right. he leaves you on display at his meetings with other important men, keeping you in tight fitting dresses and pencil skirts and at his side like the obedient wife he expects you to be.

he enjoys insulting you on occasion, making comments on your weight, or on how you could use the money he has to do your makeup better, your husband loves to laugh - hyena like and full of vitriol to the room of men and they laugh too, blinded by greed and no room to care for some meek woman who they think probably fucked him in order to get money and now she’s on his short leash. they don’t care.

except for one man it seems. he’s your age and has been in leagues with your husbands business for awhile now. your eyes drift to him when the room is alight with laughter at your expense and his expression is full of venom, searing hatred towards your husband and yet - when he meets your gaze it softens, looking apologetic at how your eyes glaze over yet again when your husband harshly grabs at a handful of your ass. you see his jaw tighten and you warble out a soft laugh to your husband.

“Darling. I need to use the powder room.” your voice is soft and agreeable, and you startle when the man at his fine leather chair and fingers adorned in gaudy gold rings pinches your ass and he grins,

“Of course, the meeting is over anyway. I’m done looking at you so leave my office.” he grunts, “but I expect you to go home immediately” at that you nod, hands clasped behind your back and heels clacking against polished marble flooring among a swath of men who whisper and murmur in amusement about you as you head the the great rooms exit.

there are rows of offices you walk by to head to the bathrooms, hidden away for the workers of your husband’s company to trek to but you don’t mind it, it gives you a moment of quiet…until a hand reaches out from an open office, the dark of the room leaving you gasping when the touch pulls you in and the door closes swiftly behind you.

Kokonoi stares down at you, the hand holding yours shaky but gentle as he turns your palm towards his and links your fingers with his own. his eyes are shifty and when you open your mouth, his pressed a finger to your lips.

“I’m sorry.” he says, teeth gritted together, you see his throat bob as he swallows painfully and you only cup his cheek with a soft smile, the first genuine one you’ve worn today.

‘Unlovable’

Ft, Kaminari.

Tw: Bad Writing, Angst, Insecurity, Saturnari coded.

‘Hey…’ You squash your cheek against Kaminari’s chest, your fingers pressing into the soft of his skin as if to remind yourself that he’s here.

Kaminari hums, eyelashes fluttering as he fights sleep to peer down at you, a dull smile stretching his lips. Reaching for you, he pets down your naked side with a palm.

You’re not an idiot. You know that the divot you lie in has been occupied by many a lover before you. That there is many a woman who would find your position agreeable enough; had he half the mind to make you vacate it. By all accounts, it doesn’t even make sense: you and him. His sunny disposition, dimples and infectious personality have him a candidate for relationships superseding so much of what you are; of what you could ever be and yet…

Here you are.

Some days, it feels like a dream.

Other days, it feels like a lie…

A trick of the light that will flicker out if given enough time.

Kaminari presses a kiss to your forehead. ‘Baby?’

Squeezing shut your eyes, you try and silence the voices that swirl in your head, their taunts a toxic song that rings more like truth with each repeat. You wet your lips and swallow the tears threatening your composure before nuzzling against him harder. ‘Just…. Just don’t fall out of love with me, okay?’

CAT’S KINKTOBER: THE FRANCHISE

rbs for boost greatly appreciated

FILM #1: THE RED MEANS I LOVE YOU haitani ran

warnings: virgin!ran, fem!reader, serial killer!reader, stalker!reader, sub!ran, dom!reader, dubcon, manipulation, dacryphilia, gunplay, humiliation, degradation, overstimulation

FILM #2: NO, PLEASE DON'T KILL ME, MISTER GHOSTFACE! haitani rindou and sanzu haruchiyo

warnings: fem!reader, ghostface!rindou, ghostface!sanzu, final girl!reader, mean dom!rindou, mean dom!sanzu, sub!reader, graphic descriptions of blood and violence, blood kink, dubcon, knife play, fear play, threesome, character death

FILM #3: THEY TELL ME I’M A GOD tartaglia

warnings: cultist!childe, cult leader!reader, fem!reader, body worship, oral, blood kink, praise, heavy manipulation, switch!reader, switch!childe, pussy drunk!childe, obsessive!childe

FILM #4: I WANNA BE IN THE SEQUEL hanma shuji

warnings: sequel to film #2, fem!reader, ghostface!hanma, serial killer!reader, blood n gore, knife play, switch!hanma, switch!reader

FILM #5: HUSH sano manjiro and sanzu haruchiyo

warnings: stepcest, fem!reader, sub!reader, dom!mikey, fear play, noncon voyeurism (as in sanzu is forced to watch), humiliation, possessive!mikey, gunplay, mikey makes some pretty vile threats toward reader n sanzu

FILM #6: LIGHTS OUT tighnari

warnings: modern au/hybrids, fem!reader, pet play, power imbalance, switch!reader, switch!tighnari, heavy fear play, tighnari goes into heat, semi-public sex, sensory deprivation (kind of), voyeurism

Tag, You’re It (The Grabber x Reader) - Masterlist

Title inspired by the song Tag, You’re It by Melanie Martinez. In fact, here is a Spotify playlist I made for inspiration!

Warning(s): UNDER 18 DO NOT INTERACT. Language, blood/violence, large age gap (reader is 26), sexual content, kidnapping, dubcon, Stockholm syndrome 

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"fanfiction isn't real writing" shut the fuck up i have read singular lines in fanfics that have hit me harder and stuck with me for far longer than any 'real' book ever has

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RAPPORT ┊ ꒰ fushiguro toji x female reader ꒱ content ༄ fushiguro toji’s third housewife arc, husband!toji, stoner!toji, housewife!reader, pet names, lots of cussing, usage of drugs (mj), choking, daddy kink, size kink, degradation, overstimulation, unprotected sex (toji’s the type to say he’s too big for condoms lbr), anal play, cum play, watersports (flashback), depictions of a toxic relationship, soft toji at the end because why not. w.c ༄ 6.3k synopsis ༄ you knew that a relationship with toji would be difficult. you expected both of you to come home to an empty house at some point in your relationship. what you didn’t expect was the love of your life neglecting you after disappearing for months. note from satorhime ༄  cross-posted to ao3.  i’m not new to writing fics, but i am new to writing jjk fics. i’m down bad for any man who brings a glock to a dragon fight and that man rn is toji. i hope you enjoy reading 6k of toji being a lil nasty! reblogs and interactions are loved!

how in the hell did you end up becoming involved with the sorcerer killer? sure, many girls your age were thrilled by the concept of a bad boy, that was true. bad boys, meaning, trust fund posers who drove motorcycles co-signed by their rich ceo daddies; drenched down in designer cologne, shades, and italian leather jackets to look the part. frauds. little boys. girls like you did not get involved with dangerously handsome men, infamous assassins like fushiguro toji. so why did you? 

you wonder this each day. not a second guess or regret of your decision to be with him, but more like a recurring thought in your head at all hours when he isn’t around. during any task, too. as you pick up a bloody shirt he threw haphazardly over the couch in the apartment. while scrubbing a spot on a dirty plate as you washed the dishes from last night’s dinner he didn’t come home to. when you lay awake at night with stubborn tears in your eyes, loneliness capsizing your happiness and cold sheets making you miss the warmth of his hulking body next to you in bed. 

you knew that a relationship with toji would be difficult. you craved the attention of a lover and he didn’t. you expected both of you to come home to an empty apartment at some point, not just you. you were a grade two jujutsu sorcerer and toji killed people like you every day for a pack of cigarettes and a quick buck he could blow in a back alley card game. your naivety had you anticipating an average modern day couple with jobs and schedules that didn’t agree with each other. you were wrong, of course. because here you were, missing him, dressed in one of his big ol’ tees that his scent still clung to. day 31 of hoping for him to come home— fushiguro toji’s meek and mild little wifey. 

he’d been a decent boyfriend as far as you could remember. he didn’t spoil you like he spoiled his gambling problem, but he held your hand as you two went on whatever date you wanted. he whispered sweet nothings and dirty promises in your ear at dinner. he brought home gifts occasionally, claiming he thought it was your birthday when it wasn’t. he’d been a decent boyfriend, but he hasn’t been a good husband at all. 

yes, you married him. in secret. the great adversary of jujutsu society. 

Maritime encounter

synopsis: you’d been endlessly forewarned by elders and friends to ignore the ocean when it called to you. it’s too bad they never instructed you on what to do when it bit you. 

tags: NSFT, AFAB reader, merman/siren Aizawa, blood and injury (he tried to eat us), reader has basic surfing skill, brief descriptions of drowning in the beginning, dubcon, fictional merfolk lore / abilities, kidnapping / soft yan (there is a reason), he guts a fish at one point, medical inaccuracies probably (acute pulmonary edema and dehydration), accidental acceptance of courting, porn with too much plot, eventual monsterfucking, non-human genitalia (but NO belly bulging), oral sex (f! receiving), unprotected vaginal sex

wc: 18k+

The first time you’d truly heard about the true horrors of Mers was from the mouth of your best friend’s grandfather, Shinsou Matsuo, when you were twelve years old. Before his unfortunate passing he had been a retired navy man, weathered by the decades he spent at sea, and his mind was not as it once was. 

“Be careful of the tides. There are songs between the waves”. 

Living by the coast meant you’d been naturally exposed to such fairytales, perpetuated for the sake of selling trinkets and toys to any passing tourist gullible enough to believe them. Even at such a young age you thought it to be nothing but a childish story, and his grandchild Hitoshi felt much the same. 

“Merfolk aren’t real pops,” he’d laughed in response. The sound had been cut off by the pinch of crooked fingers around his nose. His grandfather’s expression, scowling and further narrowed by the wrinkles around his mouth, softened into something haunting at the dismissal. 

Matsuo-san’s face still lingers to this day. With an intonation of grief, he told you of the subordinates he’d lost. Some kept away from their loved ones for months at a time, lured into the waters by the call of their voices; others starved for a soft touch, drawn to the seductive shadow lingering by their porthole windows. There had been humanoid silhouettes caught in their nets, thin-pupiled eyes pooling with gold where the light did not touch, quickly cut free for fear they would be punished. They could be cunning too, he warned, bobbing with only their torsos above the surface and preying on people’s empathy as they feigned need of rescue. 

Ghost Stories

Summary: They said the house was haunted, that long time ago a young man was murdered between these crumbling walls, but she never believed in urban legends and spooky tales…. 

Pairing: Mike x OFC (3rd person. No description of race or body type)

Word count: 3k

Warnings: 18+, smut, greyish, rather dub-con, supernatural themes, stalking, voyeurism, hinted possessive behavior, female masturbation, oral sex (female receiving), slight somnophilia, sex, sex with a horny ghost, Mike saying  “Sweetcheeks”.

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own

A/N: Spooky times commences. I am indeed working on turning all the headcanons into stories. This time it’s horny ghost Mikey time. I never wrote a full story with Mike, and umm ghost sex, I guess there is a first for anything. I hope you guys like it.  👻 Many thanks to @agniavateira​ for beta and emotional support!

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wc. 3.1k

c/w. dark content !!! soft?dom ran x virgin reader, kinda large age-gap, cnc / dub-con, unprotected sex, virginity loss, a lot of pet names like ‘doll’, ‘pretty’ or ‘little girl’, extremely perverted ran lol, slight mention of religion, size kink, ran kinda manipulates you, gagging, naive reader, baby trapping kinda, affair mentioned + cheating, dark content duh lol, kinda rushed towards the end .. not sure if I’ll continue this lawyer ran thing, i also wrote in ran grabbing a condom but not using it on accident ignore that, BRIEFLY !!! proofread

a businessman is supposed to be profesional. profesional and well kept, nothing more, nothing less. yet the one in front of you was far different from the usual description as he practically cornered you in his office. purple eyes lingering over your body— the skirt you wore along with the long button up tucked in made you feel disgusting under the man’s gaze. he was big, a lot bigger than you. it made you feel useless, and small as he slowly traced the skin on your cheeks, your blush wiping off onto his finger tips.

“ ‘s pretty.. you got your mothers looks don’t you? “ ran grinned. letting the steel of his wedding ring drag across your skin, causing you to shiver, you felt as if you’d swell up and die if more words fell from his lips or his hands moved any further— “ nd you’re way prettier than my wife.” he huffed “ever been with an older guy?” you swallowed. “you look like the type.”