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I be reading my own fanfictions for comfort

#yandere smut #romance 💋

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L bending you over and researching your body from the back… leme write that

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“Hold. Still.”

L has a firm tone but underneath that, he’s enjoying himself far too much. Seeing you squirm and whine pathetically on the cold marble lit a blaze inside of him.

Your body quivers uncontrollably and you huff. His right hand has been holding yours together on your back, the long fingers perfect for makeshift handcuffs as his left holds your thigh apart from the other. His grip tightens as he pushes your thighs apart farther and watches webs of arousal break.

“Wow, Y/n. You’re incredibly wet.”

If you weren’t already blushing, you certainly were now. In fact, it felt like all the blood in your body rushed to your head to heat your cheeks, making you slightly dizzy.

“Yeah, no shit.” You roll your eyes and pretend you have power. It feels nice to live in delusion, doesn’t it?

If you could see the amused look L gives your shaking body, you’d fold immediately.

“Be nice, Y/n. I just want to examine you.” He sounds like a perverted doctor and you could dwell on that, but the feeling of your panties moving farther down your thighs distracts you.

The ticklish sensation of his fingers gently gliding up the back of your legs and meeting the curve right under your ass makes you shiver. You don’t even realize your hands are released until his hand joins the other in hoisting your ass up higher onto the counter.

They spread your cheeks apart and excite a gasp from both of you when a thumb brushes your slick hole by accident. Your hands immediately find the edge of the counter closest to your face and your knuckles turn white squeezing in excitement.

You feel his head move closer to your exposed body and squeeze your eyes shut, mumbling thanks to whatever divine power handed you this moment.

His hot breath coasts over your wetness and your pussy clenches around nothing. “Gorgeous. Did you know, in my research i’ve found there is a particularly sensitive spot inside the vagina? Let me see if I can find it…”

His thumbs hold up your cheeks as his fingers prod your labia and spread them before one, you think it’s his right forefinger but you’re too focused on anticipation to care, carefully slides inside you.

Your reaction was immediate. Your body tensed and jumped and you choked on a groan as he pushes it further, stopping when he hears a particularly loud gasp.

“Ah, it seems i’ve found it,” As he experimentally toys with it and drags moans from you, he speaks like he’s deciding what sparkling water flavor he’d prefer for brunch. “Interesting, not only are you very vocal with your feedback, your body is as well. One might think there was an earthquake happening in here from how much your poor body is shaking.”

You squeal as a finger finds your clit and begins rubbing against it curiously, the sloppy sounds coming from your pussy would embarrass you if you had dignity enough to care.

“Let’s see, perhaps I could cause you to experience an orgasm.”

You almost faint as both stimulants speed up with a low chuckle coming from behind you.

#romance 💋 #😩😩😩

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#I need to rembemer that

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I deleted the instagram app on an impulse yesterday and this morning i journaled instead of scrolling on social media I felt like a new born baby lets hope this lasts I need to read more and journal more and watch more meaningful movies i need to be more disciplined i’ve had enough !

#period #I need to journal more often too #also don't forget to read #engage in my fav hobbies!! #stay blessed

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#beautiful nature 🐦 #beautiful world around us ✨🏞️ #I feel like grandma writing this lmao

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‘Moonlit Dreams’ by Gabriel Ferrier, c. 1874.

#me

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James Baldwin.

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by coldoctober

#this is how I look

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what are you waiting for to make a sequel of yandere Tendou? Happy ending for our two darlings. 😝 or if you love tragedy. They can die together but who love sad endings? We all love happy endings but it's up to you. Whatever. I love your stories.

yan! Tendou part two >"< 🩵

author's note: anon, you have a patience of gold, thank you for the request tho! hope you enjoy this little drabble of mine

tw: suggestive, overall mentions of sex, body dysmorphia, kidnapping and escaping; female bodied reader;

all characters are 18+

I DO NOT CONDONE THIS TYPE OF BEHAVIOR IN REAL LIFE

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Crazy how the person you once hated the most became your savior in these harsh times. 

He became the one to comfort you when no one would, the one to take care of you, to caress your cheek when you wake up in the morning, saying, "I love you". The one who was ready to devote his whole life for you. 

The sun's rays made their way into the room, illuminating part of your face. He trusted you enough to allow you to be on the first floor. 

Lovingly looking into his eyes with a drop of desperation, you softly muttered,

"baby.. let's fucking run away from this place.."

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It was a year and a half, and somehow, to your surprise, he didn't disgust you that much no more. You even started to find him attractive again - his sharp canines that'd roughly bite into your juicy skin while you both were wriggling in the sheets. 

His beautiful athletic body, that would carry you to the bath after another steamy love-making session, that would chase after you whenever his attention wasn't as sharp and you could slip through the doors of the house to escape him.

His pale skin, which had your left scratches on his back, that had your hickeys and bite marks.

His red hair you loved to grab on when his tongue was exploring your pussy or run through when you were laying together. 

His smile when he was watching you doing anything. 

His slightly curved upwards member, that has made you orgasm and grab onto his body so many times. 

"Need me so much ~?" he muttered softly, nonchalantly hitting your G spot.

Somehow, this horror at the beginning has turned into a romantic story. 

At the end of the day, maybe his intentions weren't that bad. Maybe you just misunderstood him. 

He actually provided for you, took care of you, healed your self-esteem and body dysmorphia. He actually loved you. 

It felt like you could live again. 

What once was hated now has become a sudden blessing. You were so glad to be loved by him. 

"I love you, I love you," you spell countless times. 

Holding his face in both of your hands, giving soft smooches over his cheeks, forehead, and nose. 

He looked at you as a happy puppy meeting his new owner of heart. 

Only he was thinking the same about you. 

#haikyuu smut #yandere haikyuu #romance 💋 #yandere smut #yandere tendou x reader #yandere tendou satori #yandere tendou #tendou satori #tendo satori smut #haikyuu yandere #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere male #yandere #tendou x reader #tendou smut #tendo satori #tendo smut #hq yandere #hq dark content #hq smut #yandere tendo x reader #yandere drabble #yandere x reader

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It's my 7 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

damn

#7 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone #ion even remember

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I don't think I will

Yandere! Shigaraki Tomura x Reader Drabble

A/N: I have no excuse.

Warnings: Female oral (recieving), Cum eating, dacryphilia/crying, squirting, overstimulation mention

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Tomura smiled wide while he ate your little hole with his tongue. He pinched and played with your needy clit and you moaned, head thrown back and your body sweaty. You squeezed your thighs around his head tighter and he grabbed them, of course, with only four fingers and dug his nails into your soft skin, making you bleed. You cried out when he pressed his mouth as close as he could get to your slick pussy and just unleashed an array of sucks and licks. Your clit hurt and you cried, literally, tears going down your cheeks while you came all over his tongue. You pussy gushed and the remainder of your previous orgasms leaked slightly out of your worn out cunt. "Please, Tomura, please stop." You whined, trying to breathe properly from all the crying. He tsked at you and reached out to roughly grabbed your breast from above him, squeezing the nipple harshly and playing with it. "No," Tomura said, licking at your messy pussy and looking you directly in the eyes, "I don't think I will."

#damn #happy new year everyone #romance 💋

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You’ll Learn, I Promise

Yandere!Yuji Itadori x Fem!Reader

@murderofravens made a post saying: Yuji x curse-user!reader... dubcon/noncon... curse user reader who is with Mahito.. Yuji beats Mahito then sets his eyes on her.. Yuji throwing her around and using her.. taking revenge for the way she helped Mahito.. please listen to me guys..

Soooo Imma do the thing

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs

Trigger Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, NONCON (non consensual sex), face slapping, violence, abuse, mentions of murder, rape used as a punishment, hair pulling

Note: Reader is half human/half curse. Reader’s cursed technique is Stagger. Stagger lets Reader build up energy, turn it into a wall, and send it at their opponent. When the wall hits the opponent, it disorients them and causes them to lose their equilibrium.

Master List

Request Rules

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You don’t shed a single tear for Mahito when he falls, utterly obliterated with no soul remaining, to the railroad tracks. It’s not because you hate him, it’s not because you feel nothing for the curse you worked closely with for these past few months. It’s not even because he died in such a violent way which makes you thirst to see more blood.

It’s because you have something bigger to worry about than satiating your appetite or grieving for your partner in crime. No, you have to worry about the one who killed Mahito, turning the silver haired man-child into splattered bits of purple on the tracks. You have to worry about him because he’s looking at you with gut clenching fury, and for the first time in your eighteen years, you find yourself gulping at the sight in front of you.

He takes a step forward, and you take a step back, repeating these motions until you spin around and quicken your pace. There’s nobody to back you up now, and if he killed someone as powerful as Mahito…then you’re simply fucked.

But he doesn’t let you get far. He won’t let you get away. He can’t let you ruin more lives.

You must be punished.

Yuji outmatches your speed, carrying himself on legs made of pure strength. His shin makes contact with the side of your head. Disoriented, you hold out a hand as your knees buckle.

Everything is whirling and whooshing, and you feel oh so close to vomiting.

He’s above you in an instant, grabbing you by your locks, dragging you towards him. Nose to nose, his other hand snakes out and grabs the lapel of your kimono.

Your mouth parts in response, and you’re so close that you can smell the blood on his face.

Your mouth parts in response, and you’re so close that you can smell the blood on his face.

Your curse technique, Stagger, hasn’t proven to be useful on him. However, being this close to him as well as having no way out, you’re tempted to send a wave of cursed energy at him, knocking him off kilter.

“What gives you the right?”

Biting your swollen lip, you hesitate to ask him what he means.

Yuji can see the question burning in your eyes. “What gives you the right to kill so many people? To torture them and play with their souls like they’re dolls?!”

And it’s a question you’ve never thought about before because why would you? You’re half curse. Isn’t it simply in your nature to feed off of the utter agony humans exude? You weren’t even raised human. Your mother, the demented curse painting who bore you, killed your father right in front of you and told you, “This is what we do to humans.” You were never led to believe anything else. It was simple. Curses kill humans.

But you’re also human. You never realized what that meant.

“I don’t…I don’t see you humans as dolls. It’s just how I was raised,” you try to explain, to defend, to justify your actions.

The human in you lives and self-preservation takes place over your desires to cause misery.

Now, it’s Yuji’s turn to look confused. “What do you mean it’s how you were raised? Curses aren’t raised.”

“I’m not entirely a curse. I’m half human.”

He mulls over the information you have just given him. You can see the gears winding in his head as he processes everything. It makes sense. Your beauty is unlike anything he has ever seen, odd and dark yet serene and enchanting. The way you walk, as if you’re gliding; the way you speak, as if you’re a siren luring him to the bottom of the sea. Yes, half human/half curse makes sense. He can see it now.

Yuji pulls you even closer to him. “So, you were raised to think it’s okay to kill people? That’s what you’re telling me? The human in you never thought to think otherwise?”

His grip on you has become a little more relaxed, and your scalp isn’t screaming as much for relief as it was in the beginning.

“Answer me!” Yuji demands as he yanks on your hair once more.

“I…I didn’t understand why my mother killed my father! I didn’t, I was four years old at the time. She told me it’s just what curses do, and I believed her.”

Should you not have believed her?

You’re human, but you’re also a curse that must be dealt with. Yuji can’t allow you to go unpunished even if your fucked up childhood led you to believe this nonsense.

“Are you going to kill me, Yuji Itadori?”

The peach haired sorcerer looks down at your blood soaked feet, crimson clinging to the hem of your kimono. “No, I won’t kill you, but I am gonna knock some sense into you.”

He drags you by your lapel towards a wall splattered with dripping blood and posters. He tugs on your clothes so hard that the top half rips open, exposing your breasts.

“How about I put some fear in you for a change, huh? See what it feels like to mess with other people, to make them wish they were dead?”

Shock fills you as he shoves your back against the covered wall with cracks and busted holes from the previous fight. You push against Yuji’s shoulders as he pulls his cock free from his uniform trousers. He spits on his palm, pumping his flaccid length until it’s hard. You’re intimidated by his size. Your eyes widen as you watch him nudge his veiny and upward curved erection further between your thighs.

You don’t know the feeling swirling around inside of your stomach, but you know that you don’t like it. Your breath hitches, stuck in your throat as you ball your fists up and lash out against him.

“No, don’t!”

You build up a wave of cursed energy, but Yuji sees through you. He backhands you, knuckles cracking across your cheekbone. A cherry hue blooming across the right side of your face. Now, you’re the dizzy one.

You try to clamp your thighs shut, but he only picks you up until he’s splitting your pussy in half.

With large paws curling under your knees, he fucks into you, youthful hips vigorously piston upwards, making you whine and throw your head back. You look to the side through bleary eyes to see if there’s any chance of escape.

His hot breath on your neck captures your attention. “You’re gonna look at me, and you’re gonna take your punishment. This is the least of what you deserve after all the harm you caused.”

You don’t exactly understand what he’s doing to you, but your instinct is to drive a distance between the two of you until he’s out of your life for good. All you know is that his piercing cock is hurting your insides. It feels so violating. That’s what your brain is telling you.

However, your body claims a different story. You can’t help but tremble on Yuji’s thick sword, pussy clamping down on his erection as a bulge forms in your tummy.

The sorcerer is looking at you like he’s an apex predator, and for the first time in your life, you feel like prey.

A hand circles around your throat, leaving your leg to dangle in the air as Yuji keeps you impaled on his cock.

“Yuji, let go of me…” You plead once more with nothing bitter or hateful consuming your tone. You’re simply defeated and begging for mercy.

“Causing harm to others doesn’t seem much fun now, yeah?” he patronizes, voice soft against the shell of your ear as he steadily thumps into you.

Harsh, sharp canines latch onto your neck, suckling the skin. You feel his tongue drag along your throat, and you can’t breathe. You can’t. It’s all too much, and this isn’t right!

Eyebrows drawn together, lip quivering, you break out into violent sobs as he punishes you in the most cruel way you could ever imagine. You’ve slaughtered so many in the past, not even bothering to keep count. You’ve taken heads and hearts, you’ve ripped open bodies from skull to stomach, yet you would never even think to terrorize someone like this, so intimate yet so vile.

Your head drops to Yuji’s shoulder as you wail, clutching his uniform as a way to hold onto something. As violent waves roll through you, your sopping wet slit finally relaxes against Yuji, finally letting him play with you how he desires.

You feel your pussy gush around him, come dripping down your thighs as he bottoms out against you. He lets go of you, letting you balance on two wobbly feet before you drop to your knees. You can feel a mixture of both your orgasms drip down your thighs, and you bury your head in your hands, shoulders rocking as you cry heavily.

Yuji takes in the beautiful sight before him. You: a true damsel in distress, disheveled, weeping, chest bare, kimono so askew that he can still see your weeping little cunt.

“It seems like you learned your lesson. I still have more to teach you, so come on. I’m going to turn you into a decent human being no matter how long it takes.”

#there's something about someone being ultimately nice and then turning evil towards one particular person #this relationship dynamic was one of my first sexual fantasy #Freud would have a lot to say #romance ❤️‍🩹 #ra ra ra ah ah ah

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tw - period kinks, controlling behavior, LOTS of menstrual blood, and geto suguru (just, like, in general).

might just be my deranged little brain acting up, but i think geto would go absolutely feral when you're on your period.

his taste buds are bound to be a little fucked up after multiple decades of choking down curses, so when he gets a taste of your heady, sweet-tinged blood, he treats it like a fine wine. you'll spend all week on your back, your legs thrown over his shoulders and his face buried between your thighs as he happily eats you out for hour anfer hour, a mix of blood and slick and saliva dripping down his chin as he lethargically sucks and licks you far past the point of overstimulation. if he can convince you to sit on his face (at least until the first time you lose consciousness), even better. if it was up to him, the world you just be you, him, and your sweet pussy.

medication and heating pads are withheld because he's 'just so worried about the side-effects :('. if you want something for your cramps, you're going to have to either sit in his lap and warm his cock like a good little acolyte or, better yet, let him pump some ribbed, pulsing toy into your cunt and watch as orgasm after orgasm melt away any pain you might've felt. any time you complain that you have things to do that don't involve him playing with your pussy, he'll offer to knock you up and make it so that you don't have to worry about your period for a whole nine months :) you tend not to complain, after that.

it doesn't matter whether or not you're tracking your cycle, he's got it memorized. when he's at his worst (which is almost always), he might even conveniently ""forget"" to restock your supplies. he just thinks it's so cute when you get all embarrassed and teary-eyed, your voice shaking and your hands kneading at your stomach as you reluctantly ask him to run such a personal errand for you. he will, oviously, he'd do anything you asked him to, but he will absolutely might just drag his feet, use your discomfort as an excuse to haul you into a hot bath - but not before he takes it upon himself to clean you up with his tongue, to massage your aching chest with his big, calloused hands. if you're sore and hypersensitive, even better. he might take an extra few minutes just to watch you squirm.

tldr; geto suguru has a menstrual blood fetish and he's going to make it your problem. thank you for coming to my ted talk etc. etc.

#IM FERAL 😳😳😳 #yes pls

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#how I be feeling

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#🥺 #🍞 #💋🐻‍❄️

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i want the sadness fucked out of me, i want him to wipe my tears away as he’s balls deep inside me, squishing me with his weight as he goes “shh, shh, it’s okay, pretty girl. it’s okay.”

#yeah #guess what #romance 💋 #muahhh💋😘 #❤️‍🩹

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WC: 1.5k

TW: NSFW, yandere, f!reader, bondage, abuse, punishment, intense spanking/whipping-ish

yandere punishing darling for trying to run away...

“Please- plea- m’so- sorry-” You sob, voice cracking on its own blubbering. Chest full of panic – heaving for a fix but achieving little less than spurring even more hysteria.

“Haah…” He sighs. Casually fixing your bonds tighter around your wrists, hoisting them a little higher above your head until you were properly stretched up on your tippy-toes.

Shivering in just your panties in anxious wait of his anger.

Stroking your back while holding your belly in a steady hand, he thinks he’s never felt fear quite like it, but unfortunately, “Y’broke the rules, Sunshine… and now yer’ gettin’ punished.”

He unbuckles his belt. Your eardrums burn at the crisp sound, so much spiked blood rushing about, making you go dizzy. 

You think you might pass out.

“What did I say the rules were, hm? ‘You remember ‘em?” He mumbles in a steady tone, speaking awfully softly with his lips pressed against your temple. Waiting for your answer.

You give a sob and a pitiful nod, and he hums in return, rubbing calm circles into your shivering, goose-fleshed skin.

“Recite them for me.” He requests, nose rubbing your hairline as you shiver from his touch.

Voice unsteady, filtered through tears and a hopeless sense of terror – chin tipped up, needing to gasp for breaths. “N-no fighting, no- no arguing, no run- running-”

“Mh…” He hums, taking in the scent of your shampoo with a sniff of your crown, placing a kiss there as though in kudos – or as a small mercy before getting started. “And you managed to do all three in one night. ‘You feel proud, hm? ‘You feel accomplished? Hm? Was it worth it?”

You whimper under the interrogation, feeling smaller and smaller by the second – so exposed where you are, practically hanging from the ceiling like dead meat. Stripped of everything that might’ve protected you – or that would have at least cushioned the coming onslaught of pain you knew to dread.

“Nah… it’s written all over your body. Goosebumps and cold sweat, shaking from tits to toes. You regret it, don’t you?” He murmured, winding his belt around his fist once, then twice, leaving a looped tail. “Mh, maybe you’ll think twice about it next time... or maybe you’ll finally learn your place.”

He finished with a soft bite to the chub of your cheek, then grabbed your chin just as gently, holding your face up to look at him as he sidestepped to your front. Leaning his forehead against yours, he stroked your jaw with his thumb – lips hovering just short of yours.

“I'm gonna hurt you, Sweetie.” He purred, stroking your asscheek with the cool leather in his grip – in such gross contrast to what you knew he planned on using it for. “I promised I would, and now I will…”

He kissed your lips then – slowly, sweetly – suffocatingly so as you cried – tasting your tears and doing a terrible job at withholding his grin as you felt it pull giddily at the corner of his mouth.

He licked his lips once he pulled away, walking a circle around you like a shark.

“How many hits do you deserve?” He mused. “I guess one for each rule you broke is fair, but it seems a little scant…”

He stopped behind you, placing a chaste kiss on your arm before nuzzling around it.

“Should we say thirty?” He offered, and your eyes immediately widened.

Shaking your head furiously, prayers already coming out in splutters. “No- please-”

“No? Too many?” He pouted, not bothering to mask his glee now. “Okay, okay, calm down, baby. Breathe.” He soothed with no effort. “I think…”

There was a pause – a hum of thought as he wrapped his arms around your front and swayed you back against his chest in a hug.

“Ugh fuck, I'm no good makin’ rules on the fly…” He feigned - sinking his jaw into the grove of your armpit before cuddling the soft flesh of tit found there with his chin-stubble.

He sucked his teeth in a further display of thought before releasing an exasperated sigh.

“I really didn’t think you’d break ‘em, y’know? I thought you’d be a good girl…”

You trembled, eyes looking down at the belt held between his big hands – whimpering at the sight of him simply playing with it – psyching you out like a true sadist.

“But you just had to disappoint me, didn’t you?”

You bit your lip to stop a sob.

“Had to be difficult… and now I gotta make difficult decisions…”

He slinked off you, leaving you to wobble – toes barely grazing the cold basement floor.

You try your best to prepare yourself for the next events, but the more you brace yourself the more tense you get and the harder you cry. “Please- I’ll be good- promise- m’real- really sorry-” 

“I know, baby. I know~ I am, too.” He coos, kissing your spine while rubbing circles into your sides – feeling your ribs rattle with sniffles, struggling for air through your panic. “I wanna make sure we never have to be sorry again.”

He wraps an arm around the front of your hips, steadying you while stroking the loop of his belt over your plump cheeks – tentatively teasing the soft flesh with what was soon to come.

He licked his lips at the promise – already imagining the flawless flesh blooming with his marks. “I think thirty is fair.”

“No- no please- please, don’t-” You thrash – but do so little more than in place.

“Don’t squirm.” He interrupts, his hand curling into your hip with blunt nails denting the fine skin, keeping you still, pushing your side snugly against his front – holding you intimately while gruffing out eerie murmurs still much too softly for what he was saying. “Remember, it’s another ten hits if you fight me and another ten if you argue.”

At least he doesn’t make you count....

You wouldn’t have been able to even under threat – too busy wailing.

Each hit like the lash of a whip, smacking you fast, one on top of the other. It’s enough to make you throw up after half of it – though it's mostly just water and acid.

He takes pity enough to allow you a small break. Wringing off his wife-beater and wiping your mouth with it – also brushing some of the sweat off your brow before kissing your forehead. 

“Halfway there, Sweetie- you’re doing so good~”  He whispered soothingly, holding your cheeks to pick your face up from hanging – looking into the hopeless look of your opium-blown eyes – so lost he didn’t know if you could even hear him.

He acts as though he’s sorry after, but the boner he’s got nudged against you doesn’t lie – desperately dry-humping your thigh for some sort of relief.

His breaths are tight and hot, puffed against your arm where he now mouths wet kisses. “Good-” He swallows thickly, brows tight-knit, voice thick with lust. “Good girl.”

You hadn’t noticed he was done. And the relief doesn’t register either. There isn’t much comfort in it to grasp, not with the pain still so numbingly intense that you can’t feel anything but the raw sting. 

He drops the belt to the floor and struggles his fly open, shoving the trousers down along with his boxers, stepping out of the heap in a rush – all the while sucking sloppy kisses on your shoulder and nape, mumbling praise. “Y’were so good- so good fo’me- gonna reward yah- my good fuckin’ girl- gonna make yah feel so fuckin’ good now-”

The flesh of your ass burns with welts and split skin, ugly marks already lining the once-pretty color with horrid shades of bruise-dark. Your throat’s ripped raw from all the wailing – only weeping harder when he takes your hips and sways you back to meet his fat erection.

He shamelessly rubs himself between your cheeks – frenzied with his mouth gaping, releasing a filthy shuddering moan while leering at the beautiful sight of his handiwork – feeling so proud he was blushing just from sheer sadistic enjoyment – even letting slip a breathy laugh now.

He hung his tongue out and let his drool drip onto the shaft, then placed another kiss between your shoulder blades. Gliding his tip down and, with the help of a hand, pushed it between your pussylips until it caught your entrance. 

A rugged groan blew hotly down your spine, and another cry was ripped from your chest as he sunk inside without a single spare second to waste.

He laid his face to rest against your back, nudging up inside you slowly with both arms wrapping around you like before – holding you snugly before he began the intimate pace, fucking only the deepest coziest part of your cunt – balls kept snug against your mound.

“I love you, Sunshine- you’re mine- only one I give two shits about- rest can just fuck off for all I care- as long as I have you- right here… forever.”

BNHA – Bakugou, Kirishima, Dabi, Hawks, Overhaul

JJK – Toji, Nanami, Geto

HQ - Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Sakusa, Suna, either Miya twin

BLLK - Isagi, Reo, Kunigami

DS - Doma

CSM - Aki

#romance 💋