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imsofthelp · 1 month

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Word count: 2.7k

Category: Angst, Smut

Warnings: smut, a bit of rough sex ig, reader is sad tm, cult leader geto, an awful lot of dog metaphors, veeeery slight masochism but not really explicit. Takes place eight years after Geto left but reader's age is not stated.

Summary: When Suguru left, a part of you went with. It's not a surprise, that eight years after, you still come crawling back to him.

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When Suguru left, a part of you went with. The school years spent together passed by in a flash and then he was gone without saying goodbye. No words, no letter, not even a short message to your phone. The wallpaper was still set to the picture of the two of you. He wasn’t smiling in that one. When was the last time he did? The more you study the phone screen, the more your hands tremble. His skin looks pale, the bags under his eyes holding all the colors of the night sky. How could you not notice? How could you possibly be that stupid? How were the signs so glaringly obvious yet slipped past your radar?

You were too happy, your brain suggested. Lost in the bliss, living in the soft summer days, only noticing that you had nothing warm to wear when winter came along suddenly. Shoko had told you not to blame yourself, yet you noticed that she had started smoking way more often. You were often with her, when she allowed the nicotine to surround the air around you, letting the bright red cherry tip burn right to the filter. Those moments were quiet most of the time.

Satoru didn’t say anything to you, during that time. You often wondered if he was hurting more than you. If the guilt completely ate him completely instead of chipping away as it had on you. You wondered if he had any tears left to shed. Yours seemed never-ending.

You also wondered what your friends (if you could still call them that, after so many years of no contact) would think of you if they saw you like this. Hair matted with sweat and sticking to your forehead, skin clammy and flushed, eyes rolled to the back of your head and countless loads of cum decorating your pliant body.

Right now, Suguru had you on all fours, back arched harshly, his large, unforgiving hand aiding the pose with a harsh grip on your hair, the other resting on your hip with a bruising grip. His hips were unrelenting in their pursuit of his pleasure, almost punishing with how harsh they were. Your body bounced back and forth with each mean thrust, your hands fisting the silk sheets until the knuckles turned white.

You squirm forward a little and his strong body chases right after. His lean, toned body leans on yours, more weight landing on you, his soft hair forming a dark halo around you.

“Not trying to run from me, are you, darling?” His voice is dark and a little breathy.

A soft grunt slips past his glossy lips and you still, taking and taking and taking until there’s nothing but him. His clean, woody scent surrounding you, his silky hair tickling at the sensitive skin of your neck and his huge cock tearing away at your insides.

“N-no. Sorry.”

You’re surprised by the breathlessness of your own voice, sounding so far away. Geto rewards you with a content hum as he kisses the shell of your ear with befitting gentleness. The only sound besides your own deep breaths is the loud squelching of your awfully wet cunt.

It’s not like he hasn’t prepared you. He spent what seemed like hours between your legs, dark hair pulled into a bun because he didn’t like distractions while doing the thing he enjoyed most. He dangled your pleasure just in front of you, only allowing you to cum when you begged real pretty and tear tracks embedded themselves into the soft skin of your cheeks. After that, he had stretched you out with his fingers, cooing at you almost mockingly when three seemed to be too much. And they were, they really were with how long, thick and calloused they were and yet-

Nothing ever prepared you to take his cock, not even when you were dripping, messing up his expensive sheets. He was massive — long, and thick and slightly curved to the side, hitting all the right spots instantly yet never fully fitting inside.

“No? Seemed that way, doll.”

Another kiss, this time to your exposed neck, before his thrusts pick up speed. It’s nasty and loud, yet missing the usual sound of hips connecting that most often came along with sex. Those two last inches never did fit, much to his displeasure.

Suguru angles his hips in a way that hits that spot deep inside, the one that despite countless times of trying, no else was able to hit in the way he was. You keen loudly, burying your head into the bedsheets and sniffling loudly, hands clawing around in search of reprieve.

Suguru grants you that one relief, the hand that was knit tightly into your hair finally leaving and intertwining with yours, fingers squeezing tightly, as if he was the one afraid to let go. His thrusts are still mean. Now, that he had finally granted you the pleasure of feeling his cock against that one sensitive spot, he abused the newfound power over and over and over again.

“You close, love? Tell me how it feels.”

His voice is sweet and as smooth as honey. The word “love” feels like venom dripping from his perfect lips. Another mean thrust and you’re keening, thoughts jumbled in your head, saliva dripping down your chin as if it’s your brain leaking out.

“Feels, ngh- Feels soo- Suguru!”

He actually laughs, sound melodic and heavenly. He’s a god above you, a vision of utter perfection, and you’re a mortal, on your knees in his temple, begging for reprieve, for pleasure, for him.

“Use your words, dear. Can you do that for me?”

It’s completely condescending. The only thing that’s betraying how tight you’re squeezing him is the slight grunts he allows to slip past. He had nothing to hide from you, anyway. Who would you tell, when you were so afraid of admitting that you shared your bed with him?

“M-mhm, wanna be good. Feels, ah, feels good-“

His thrusts slow and you can’t find it in yourself to feel bad for actually whining at the loss of friction. He’s a henchman and you’re the victim, willingly walking to him and laying yourself under the shining silver of the axe. Nothing seems to matter anymore, save for your pleasure.

Your hips buck back, trying to get him to speed his thrusts back again, but Suguru is not the one to give in that easy. His hand still on your hip tightens, fingers curling in a way that’s sure to leave bruises, that’s sure to leave his mark.

“You can do better. You want to come, don’t you, darling? Yeah, you do… So do better for me. Talk all pretty, okay?”

And how can you refuse Suguru, when he asks like that?

“You’re s-so big and n-no one else can fuck me like tha-that. I love your cock, love to fe-feel it in me, love the way i-it hu-hurts and lo-love you, ah-!” words tumble past your lips as fast as running water, afraid to disappoint him, afraid for him to leave.

Finally, finally his hips pick up their speed, the hand that was just squeezing your hip now slithering under your body and finding that little bundle of nerves in an instant. He seems to have no trouble playing you like an instrument, his practiced fingers drawing tight, fast circles on your clit. You just do your duty, keeping your back arched, your hips thrusting back to meet his movements.

It doesn’t take long for your vision to completely black out, screams and moans and little ramblings leaving your spit-soaked lips. Suguru aids you through your orgasm, never ceasing his movements against your clit. He gifts you with a couple more shallow thrusts before he’s pulling out with a soft grunt. In a moment, you feel the warmth of his cum hitting your back and your knees finally give out, body splayed out on the bed.

Suguru rolls over in order not to crush you, his own breaths labored and loud. You spend a long moment just catching your breath, head turning to the side and drinking in his painfully pretty features. The arch of his jaw, the gentle slope of his nose, his tired, dark eyes and his mused hair.

“You confessing your love for me was not something I had expected tonight.” He answers with a chuckle, your name slipping past his lips unprompted. No matter how soft it is, it still sounds foreign.

“It was just a slip of a tongue.” You reply, still studying each movement of his body. He was still so coordinated and delicate in his maneuvers, as if the intense session before didn’t tire him out at all.

“Some phrase about a cat and it being out of the bag seems to come to my mind.” Suguru chuckled, before standing up and disappearing for a moment.

He comes back with a wet towel, wiping away at the mess between your legs and then carefully caressing your back, removing all evidence of what has happened before. He puts it away immediately, always the one to stick to neatness and tidiness.

“Why didn’t you just finish inside? It’s less messy and I’m on birth control.” You find yourself mumbling the words. Perhaps you just missed his warmth, craving it to be so deep inside you that even after you left, some part of him still lingered.

Suguru hums softly, pulling you into his strong arms. His skin is warm against yours. He’s still naked, his chest pressed up against your back. It feels right. Like that’s the way it should have always been.

“Admittedly, I am not that possessive, darling. You can fuck whoever you like, someone who fits your moral compass and all that. I don’t need to cum inside to prove that you’re mine.”

He’s always so nonchalant about this. Like he’s absolutely sure that you would always come crawling back, even if it resulted in bruised knees and absolute banishment of your dignity. It hurt that it wasn’t exactly wrong.

“It seems that no one fits my moral compass nowadays. Perhaps I am getting too picky.” You answered quietly, softly. The smell of sex was still heavy in the air.

Suguru brushes figures into the skin of your arms, making your body instantly relax in his strong arms. It shouldn’t feel so safe. Not when the blood of so many people stain every inch of his skin. You can’t find it in yourself to mind. He had never hurt you, at least, not physically. The emotional damage was something you preferred to think about over a nice bottle of wine, alone.

“Perhaps you are. Or maybe we are just two sides of the same coin. I cannot seem to find someone who’s presence satisfies me as much as yours, either.

His words never fail to make you blush. You’re not a school girl anymore, it shouldn’t affect you at all, let alone this much and yet, when it’s Suguru, nothing is off the table.

“We are not the same and never will be.” You find the strength within yourself to answer. The words are weak and uncertain.

“Oh, are we not?” He answers immediately, the movements of his nimble fingers ceasing for a moment before continuing their path down your arms. He’s soothing you, you realize. How stupid. As if you ever needed that. As if he actually know how much you did.

“What are you implying, Suguru?” You ask, and your head finds it’s way to rest on his chest. Suguru finally relaxes, as if it was him who craved it instead of you.

“I will never change my ideals and yet you still crawl back to me like an obedient little dog.” He lets the words linger in the silence of his bedroom for a moment, “You will never change yours and yet I welcome you back into my arms each time.”

“Comparing me to a dog now?” Is all you manage for an answer.

The words have no real bite behind them. A metaphor of a dog with no teeth comes to your mind briefly. You are a scared animal, cornered in somewhere, just waiting for a hand that will feed instead of hitting. Suguru embodies both.

“That’s not what you should be focusing on. And that wasn’t even my point.” He waves you off with a gentle flick of his wrist.

“Spit it out.”

“We were doomed from the day we first met. It was meant to be happen this way.” He begins, and you can’t begin to understand what he’s getting at. Suguru often got philosophical after sex, “I believe it was Emil M. Cioran, who said “If you are doomed to devour yourself, nothing can keep you from it: a trifle will impel you as much as a tragedy. Resign yourself to erosion at all times: your fate wills it so.”

“Are you saying that there was nothing that I could have done to prevent you from leaving? That you are devouring yourself?” the words taste bitter on your tongue.

“I’m saying exactly that. The guilt is ridden all across her features each time I see you. Not only because you feel bad about us sleeping together. You can’t let go of it even eight years after, you carry it with you like a deadly weight. It’s going to drag you down one day, don’t you know?” He asks so nonchalantly, like he’s not expecting an answer. You offer him one anyway.

“And the part about devouring yourself?”

“Exorcise. Consume. Repeat it until everything inside you aches. My fate was written down on the day my cursed technique developed.” He’s quiet as he tells you this. Honest, for the first time in a while.

“And for you, that is synonymous to devouring yourself? Your technique?”

“More or less so. The rest of devouring is me reaching for a goal that is impossible to reach. Icarus flying too close to the sun, Laika trying to reach the stars.” He’s silent for a long moment after that.

You don’t really know what to say, either. The need to ask about why he was still doing this if he knew what the outcome was, dies down on your tongue. Instead, you hold onto his hand still tracing shapes on your arm. He gives your fingers a squeeze. The atmosphere of his bedroom is heavy and dark, melancholy weighing down heavy on your bones.

“You’re bad at pillow talk, Suguru.”

He offers you a small laugh, sound melodic and airy.

“And you’re trying to evade the topic. There was nothing you could’ve done, okay? And I don’t have plans for returning.” Your throat burns. The harsh reality that you have been trying so hard to avoid comes crashing down around you, “It’s not that you’re not good enough for me to turn my back on all of this. The thing is, you’re pretty, and caring, and your laugh, and your touch are the only things that can soothe my tired body.”

“You’re pouring salt into the wound.” You answer, and your voice is hallowed. He either doesn’t notice or chooses to ignore it. Deep down, you know that it’s the latter.

“My goals just always come first.” He adds, as if that wasn’t obvious, as if it hasn’t been the thing that’s haunted you for years, borrowing it so deep inside your body, soul and heart that it’s become familiar.

“Your goals always come first.” You echo, “You’ll die a selfish man, Suguru.”

He rearranges you into a more comfortable position, laying you down onto his chest and enveloping you both in a soft, warm blanket. His breathing matches yours and you feel yourself teetering along the edge of unconsciousness.

Suguru presses a kiss to your hairline, chuckling softly, before closing his own dark eyes. Can you even hear him anymore? Ah, no matter. He can always tell you the next time you come back to him.

“Don’t I know it, dear. Don’t I know it.”

#jjk smut #tw angst #tw smut #jjk x reader smut #geto x reader #geto smut #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x reader smut #geto suguru x reader angst #geto suguru smut #jjk x reader #geto x reader smut #jjk x reader angst #tw masochism

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just-bnuuy-thoughts · 1 year

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I'm in such a mood to be roughed up. Just mark me up and leave me bruised and sore until my masochism is sated. I want bit and scratched and slapped and laid low till I'm brainless.

#tw masochism #masochism #subby thoughts #just bnuuy thoughts #ftm nsft #t4t nsft #trans nsft #t4t

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sister-lucifer · 16 days

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THIS ONE THIS ONE THIS ONE PLZPLZ

HAHA HERES A FUN ONE

glad to see everyone getting so excited

so reader’s basically the new guy on the team, right? they’re kinda nervous, a bit skittish, just overall a bit pathetic. they get the work done, but masky can’t stand the way they act, and it doesn’t help that hoodie babies them a bit.

one day when masky and reader are left alone for a bit too long, an argument breaks out. masky yells at reader for acting like such a pussy, and reader bites back that all masky does is bitch and complain about the work they and hoodie do. masky gets absolutely fucking pissed and cant stop himself from throwing a punch right into reader’s nose. there’s a crack and then blood starts gushing, but masky isn’t done. he grabs reader by the collar of their shirt and just starts going off on them, saying every degrading thing he can think of.

the issue?

reader is a huuuuge masochist, and being called a pathetic pussy isn’t helping. when masky notices their raging hard on he’s taken aback, yes, but doesn’t let go.

“don’t tell me you’re getting off on this shit?” he growls, “you really are a disgusting little sissy.”

“i-it really doesn’t help when you say things like that…!”

masky pauses, an unseen smirk spreading over his face behind the mask.

“…oh, this is gonna be fun.”

#i’ve got mail!#fic idea #fic ideas #masky #marble hornets #masky x reader #tim wright x reader #tw blood #tw violence #tw masochism #masochist sub

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the-old-witch-writes · 2 years

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title: “just a little bit”

fandom: One Piece

pairing(s): sadist!luffy x reader (gender isn't specified but there's a mention of pussy/vagina)

summary: luffy would never describe himself as a sadist. actually, he doesn’t even know what that word means! he just knows that he really, really, really likes how you react whenever he does certain things, like making you cry—but only a little bit. (cue shifty eyes)

rating: Explicit (ish?) (still, mdni)

content warning/tags: sadistic thoughts, luffy being possessive and maybe a bit of a yandere, sexual content, degradation (in thoughts), dacryphilia, use of “Bunny” as a nickname, “baby” as pet name, no use of y/n, overstimulation, mild choking, biting, blood mention, reader might be a masochist—but only a little bit, and by that I mean a whole lot lmao, yes Luffy is ooc and I don't care, completely self-indulgent, pls don't take this seriously

added as a chapter to "even in her helplessness" on AO3...still anonymous tho lmao

~1~

of all things to use as an adjective, Monkey D. Luffy would never describe himself as a sadist.

matter of fact, he doesn’t even know what that word means! when Traffy throws the accusation of him of being such one day—specifically, after seeing how he acts around you—he just tilts his head and hums with owlish eyes, very confused but also suddenly very curious. so, of course, he does what he always does whenever he doesn’t understand a word—he asks certain members of his crew.

most of his usuals don’t really give him an answer:

Nami blushes and demands to know where he learned this word and who she needs to beat up for “corrupting” him—a question Luffy refuses to answer, because he actually likes Law and wouldn’t like to see him beaten and bloodied by his mercurial navigator.

Sanji blushes even more, his voice refusing to work for a good moment before he spins on his heel and runs back to the galley.

Zoro bursts out laughing, insanely enough, and he keeps laughing until tears flood his eyes and he’s hunched over, finding it difficult to breathe—even as Luffy slowly backwalks out of the crow’s nest, only feeling more confused and a little bit disturbed than when he first entered.

Usopp whips around, eyes bulging out of their sockets and jaw slack, and he asks, “WHO TAUGHT YOU SUCH A WORD EXISTS???”

needless to say, Luffy has nearly given up figuring out what the word means until Robin casually gives him an answer over coffee later that day.

“Oh, it means you get sexual pleasure out of seeing other people in pain,” she says, her eyes still on the newspaper as she takes a sip from her coffee. “In this context, Law is implying this regarding your bond with our little Bunny.”

Luffy listens to the explanation, his eyes growing wider with each word coming out of Robin’s mouth. then, when she’s finished, he bursts out laughing.

“Hahahaha, that’s hilarious, Robin!” he says between giggles, trying to breathe. “Yeah, no way that’s me…”

at this, Robin pauses. she places her mug down and lowers the newspaper to reveal her eyes, the blue in them gleaming with this knowing that freezes Luffy in place. once she steeples her hands below her chin, her mouth spreads into a little smirk.

“Are you sure?”

at this, Luffy pauses to think—to really, really, really think.

after a moment, he swallows hard enough to make his throat bob, sweat beginning to drip from the side of his head and then down the back of his neck. then he shifts his round brown eyes away, his mouth starting to purse even before he speaks.

~2~

now that he actually knows what it means, on all that he holds dear—hell, on the One Piece itself—Luffy swears that he isn’t a sadist.

no, really.

he can describe his many previous enemies as sadists, sure. guys like Crocodile and Doflamingo quickly come to mind—the latter he considers particularly evil. and the idea of being on Joker’s level makes Luffy’s insides twist in disgust. the last thing he ever wants is to be like him, or any of the other sick bastards he’s fought in the past.

so yeah, no; Luffy would not describe himself as a sadist—especially when it comes to you. you’re his special person, his lover, his best friend, his future. the last person he would ever want to see in pain in this world is you.

it’s just that, maybe, just a little bit—he really likes it whenever you blush that deep crimson, especially when he says something that he knows leaves you embarrassed. to the point that you stutter adorably, that your hands lift to your face, to hide from everyone’s stares—only for his hands to clasp your wrists to stop you, his grinning mouth letting out a low chuckle as his hooded gaze bores into your doe-like eyes.

and sometimes, when you two are alone and locked in a room or in a secluded corner of the Sunny, he really, really, really likes to bite your neck. like, sink his teeth in until he tastes a hint of blood sort of biting, until bruises and teeth marks are bloomed along the column of flesh, until you’re left moaning and placing your trembling hands on his shoulders, warning him that there will be marks, that everyone will see and know—

“No shit, Bunny,” Luffy laughs in your ear, swiping his tongue across his smirking lips to taste the little drops of your blood—and fuck, do you taste good—“That’s the whole point!”

—but only just a little bit.

and then, there’s the fact that you’re so fucking pretty when you cry.

not much turns Luffy on. the most beautiful person alive could be naked right in front of him, bent over and presenting their hole for him to conquer, and he’d honestly shrug and walk away—or pick his nose, whichever his impulse points him toward.

(sorry not sorry Hancock, it’s the truth)

the sight of your eyes, glossy and flooding with tears that flow down your cheeks? oh. that—that awakens something monstrous in him. makes a shiver run down his spine, every hair on the back of his neck standing at attention, and his mouth absolutely water like he’s been presented with fresh meat. all he’s filled with then is the desire to do whatever it takes to make more of those tears flow, enough that he’ll be licking your cheeks for the taste, just for the chance of them dripping into his mouth.

gods above, he loves making you cry. second to an awesome adventure and friendship, it’s one of the things that make him feel alive.

(only him, though. if anyone else dares to make you cry—a real cry, where you’re sobbing from pain and feeling helpless from a particularly brutal enemy—Luffy will destroy them, piece by piece, until they’re not even a memory.)

—again, only a little bit though, of course.

~3~

it’s these thoughts that hit him even now, when his mouth is kissing your body so deeply, ravenously, your trembling thighs kept apart and pinned to the bed with his rough hands. your back is arched, your hips attempting to shift under his strong grasp, and your voice is so shaky in releasing those pretty, near sobbing moans as his tongue stretches and swells and twists inside your already gushing cunt, intent on making you come apart just one more time.

“O-oh my—fuck, Luffy, wait! Wait, wait, wait, mmm,” you whimper, eyes squeezing shut as they begin watering. Your shaky hands go to his shoulders and push, but only a little bit. “You need to s-stop, it’s t-too much—”

Luffy stares up at you through dark, hooded eyes, his mouth remaining relentless. too much, huh? just how long have you two been like this, actually? he honestly can’t remember. all he knows is that while he’s made you come plenty so far, it’s not nearly enough for him.

Still, he thinks as his eyes narrow, the corners of his mouth curling upward. It’s so cute that you’re trying to stop me.

and it’s this—amusement that coaxes Luffy to pause, to pull back his tongue before he pulls away from your body. you let out a whine at his absence, then your teary eyes flutter open to see him moving up your body to loom over you. you attempt to shrink into the bed underneath you, your eyes wide and glossy, teeth sinking into your lower lip.

Luffy puts on a smile, tilting his head as he gives you a look.

“Is that all?” he asks. “C’mon now—”

one of his hands moves to rest on your throat.

“—we both know you can beg better than that, Bunny.”

with a dark chuckle, he then squeezes his palm around your neck, his fingers pressing to the sides and nearly sinking into the soft skin—but only a little bit.

Luffy watches as you moan, nearly rolling your eyes back as you attempt to repress a smile—mindless, elated, the way you always get whenever he gets like this—and his mouth spreads into a grin, a sick sort of glee rushing through him as your eyes fill with those little tears again.

“I don't know, baby. That face you just made doesn’t make me think you wanna stop,” he says, in a mock clueless voice, his head tilting again. “Seems like you’re not being honest with me. Do you really want me to stop?”

that said, Luffy lightens up his grip on your neck for a moment. it’s an opening for an out—one he always gives you, just in case it actually gets too much—a moment for you to say the word that you both agreed on, the one that would get him to stop, no questions asked.

as he suspects, because he can read you better than even you think, you giggle and shake your head, looking up at him from your long, rather wet eyelashes.

Luffy smirks.

“Yeah, thought so. Well, let me hear it then,” he coos, his hand back to being firm on your neck and squeezing just so. “Tell me what you really want. Beg nice and pretty for me.”

that blush floods your face, despite how your eyes light up. slowly, your mouth opens.

“W-want…I w-want…”

“‘W-want' what, baby?” he can’t help but mock your tinny voice, his grin revealing teeth. “Say it properly.”

“Your cock!” you whimper, cheeks so red—as if this the first dirty word that ever left your lips, so pathetic, baby—“Please, Captain, I need you to fuck me!”

despite the sudden sharp danger in his grin, like that of a razor, Luffy hums and looks up at the ceiling of your bedroom, as if he has to think about it.

“Mm, I guess I will. Since you asked so nicely,” he says with a shrug. lifting his free hand, he removes his straw hat and places it on the nightstand, then makes quick work of undoing his denim shorts.

then, with his eyes dark and his other hand still firm on your throat, Luffy slams his turgid cock inside you—relishing in how you cry out, how the gummy walls of your pussy squeeze around every inch of him, as if to welcome him home—and then, he gives you precisely what you want.

and well, maybe just a little bit more.

#omg where did this come from #one piece x reader #one piece smut #monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #luffy smut #one piece x y/n #no use of y/n #tw sadism #tw masochism #one piece fanfiction #one piece fanfic #one piece #18+#smutfic #smut fic #nsft

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shapa-likes-art · 1 year

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Supervillain au Funfact:

(ID in Alt text)

Roman is kind of a masochist for Virgil. Only for Virgil.

@thunderholtz can attest >:3c

Taglist: @roseianxiety @virgil-sanders-the-gay-emo @angstysunshine @treeni @jervis-tetch-my-beloved @gattonero17 @anxious-chaos-art @cyclonepossibly @parksthefrog

Reblogs are appreciated :D

#supervillain au #supervillain!roman #sanders sides #thomas sanders #ts roman #roman sanders #sanders sides roman #roman sanders sides #art #ts art #Masochism #Tw masochism #Masochism tw #romantic prinxiety #prinxiety

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fruitlandtm · 4 months

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#is this anything?#sorry to everyone who thought I was cool and funny #but learned I’m a subby masochist from my side blog #masochistic #tw masochism #nsft #ns/fw #t4t nsft #d/s #bd/am #bd/sm brat #nsft meme

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kissorkill15 · 6 months

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Masochistic Hero: My Drabbles

By JJ

Summary: A scenario where you're a hero who has a pain kink and is being choked by a villain.

The villain has you pinned to the wall, his hand wrapped around your neck, strong enough to crush your throat box. The villain leans in, a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Any last words?", asked the villain.

The villain expected something else like a final request or maybe something like "Tell my mom I love her", whatever came out of your mouth was NOT what he expected at all.

"Harder."

The villain looks at you, a blank look on their face. Without hesitation, the villain lets go of your neck and lets you fall to the floor, blushing slightly as they walk away.

Little did they know, this was all a part of his plan.

#my fics #drabble #my things #tw masochism #hero x villain

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mhathotfic · 8 months

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Alrighty I’m bored of being pissed about my personal business, who wants to talk about masochist Midoriya who cums super hard in his pants because you made him dry hump your leg like a dog because he didn’t earn being touched by you?

Really who wants to talk about masochistic men in general?

#bnha midoriya #mha midoriya #rated r #subby men❤️#chatterbox natalia #tw masochism

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aztecbrujeria · 2 years

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I wanted to write a sfw piece inspired by my history of SH. I chose to write with Vash in mind because out of any husbando he’d understand what a smile could hide.

@underratedcharactercorner @tokyometronetwork @downtown-roponggi

~Rainfall~

SFW TW: SH, SH history, Beginning discussion of BDSM, Safe Word.

His hair still wet, towel around his broad shoulders, he stood outside of your door. He was still replaying the scene of you taking your smoking magnum .357 and burning the inside of your thick thigh. He swallowed, it wasn’t sitting right that you seemed to relax afterwards, Vash was all about hiding the pain he just was taken aback about the self harm aspect.

Knock, Knock

“¡Adelante!”

Carefully opening the door to your room he caught you bandaging the inside of your thigh. Looking up and smiling it took Vash everything to not rush over to you and hug you tight. Instead he took a deep breath and approached the subject.

“H-Hey, umm, I was wondering if we could talk about today.”

Infinite october eyes looked into his own hazel eyes and he could see the depths of the pain beneath the surface and he became aware of what your great facade was hiding. Your contagious smile made your eyes twinkle as you chuckled.

“Yeah, ¿qué pasa amante?”

Vash came closer, grabbing the chair to flip it around, his arms hung off the back while his biomech fingers carefully caressed your skin. You shivered and placed your caramel hand over the cool metal. You knew why he was asking, you thought you had been so careful, but after that shoot out you’d become so overwhelmed with everything you needed something.

Not looking at him and letting him caress your skin you sat back spreading your legs. Vash waited for you to tell him, he didn’t want to push you.

“That’s not the first one.”

You zoned out looking up at the decrepit ceiling, you could feel the deep feelings beginning to bubble.

“On my other thigh you’ll see more scars…and if I lift my shirt.”

Vash watched you sit up and lift your shirt, your abdominals contracting before you relaxed, he saw the faint tick marks.

“I will do what I need to center myself…growing up I didn’t have time to cry or scream…so I give myself scars to center and remind myself.”

Letting the shirt fall back down you ran your fingers through your thick midnight waves.

“Eventually…I couldn’t take it anymore. I tried to let go, but my…my sister caught me before oblivion.”

Vash’s heart squeezed at your confession. He’d traveled with you for so long he never asked you about your previous life. He knew you hurt when he caught your kind eyes feeling so much when you helped families and loved ones. He also saw the anger when you gave it to someone who deserved it.

“It’s funny, you know, I need something to center me and it just so happens to leave a story of weakness.”

The way your voice got quiet, vash saw the silent tear track down your sun kissed cheek. He only wanted to hold you now.

“I don’t think you’re weak.”

He sat there thinking about it.

“Does it have to be painful?”

Taking the cool gear into your hand and entwining your fingers with his you spoke so assuredly.

“Yes, I need the pain to keep me going…but I don’t want to keep marking myself anymore.”

Vash pulled you up so he could put both arms around your waist and nuzzle into your soft tummy. You brought your fingers to run through his long golden hair.

“Well, I could help you with that.”

You stopped and guided his face to look into yours.

“How so?”

He squeezed you tighter.

“I could spank you, you know…We could set up a safe word and only use that for when you need something to center you…I don’t need anything in return. I just want to help you.”

Your thumb caressed his bottom lip and your cheeks blushed.

“Rainfall.”

Vash pouted he didn’t understand.

“Rainfall…That’s my word…it clears the sky…”

It clicked for him and smiled. He thought it was cute that your blushed deepend upon your melanated skin, he could and would do this for you.

“You promise me to always tell me if you need help.”

Looking into his hazel eyes with love and concern you bent down and placed a soft kiss on his perfect lips.

“Yo prometo, amante.”

He hugged you closer and nuzzled back into your tummy caressing the scars of your past with adoration. You couldn’t help but hug him closer and sigh into the warmth of his love.

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