#tw.drug use

[classic-caldwell-moment]

Obligatory Sparrow Posting!!!!

Featuring Martin by @lyypeachu awawawawaaaaaaaaa

#postinginsilence #artinsilence #flown from the nest mission #oc: ribbit davey #oc: sparrow morgan #tw.drug use #tw.violence mention #dying light #dying light 2 #dl2 #dying light fandom #dl2 oc #dl2 self insert #oc & canon #self insert & canon #🌼him.txt

[docgarcia]

( DANIEL ❛ DANNY ❜ GARCIA ) who looks an awful lot like ( OSCAR ISAAC ) has just been seen around Port Whitley! Apparently ( HE / HIM / HIS ) is a ( 40 ) year old ( CIS MALE ) born on ( AUGUST 10TH ) and has been in the city for ( 6 MONTHS ) and is a ( DOCTOR ). If there is a quote to describe them it would be ❝ BE WHOLLY ALIVE WITH A HEART THAT NEVER HARDENS, A TEMPER THAT NEVER TIRES, AND A TOUCH THAT NEVER HARMS ❞ - But we have yet to make up our mind if that is accurate.

** alcohol use tw , drug use tw , death tw

daniel ❛ danny ❜ vincente martinez garcia was born on the bright , sunny day of august 10th in the year 1982. despite his parents being first generation immigrants , danny was born in the united states. specifically , danny was born in port whitley medical center. his parents , elisa martinez and marco garcia , had a rather rough go of it ever since they’d met. marco grew up in a low income neighbourhood in guatemala whereas elisa hailed from a rather wealthy family in cuba. despite his parents loving each other dearly , elisa’s family did not support the marriage considering his father was near broke and hadn’t been able to make it far out of poverty even though he had a relatively steady job. still , danny’s mother chose to marry him and lost the confidence , support and financial security of her family due to that decision. around the time elisa found out she was pregnant , marco had lost his job. using the last remnants of her trust fund , elisa paid for one way tickets for her little family to move to the united states in hopes that her and her husband would be able to provide for their unborn child. 

the couple settled in oak brook , port whitley and eventually his mother was employed as a waitress at the pit stop diner and his father got a job as a freelance maintenance worker. despite their economic situation not being much better , the couple felt that they were in a good place to have their baby by the time danny was born. while he was young , his parents struggled to make ends meet a lot , especially when jobs were few and far between for his father. but as he grew up he realized more and more that money was the sole focus of his household. his mother and father fought about money constantly and danny picked up on the fact that his mother wasn’t happy with the life that she’d chosen when she married his father. without meaning to , his parents often vented to danny about each other , leaving him to try and mediate a lot of their arguments. 

the only thing his parents seemed to agree on was the fact that they wanted better for their son which was why , ever since danny was a young boy , he’d been told that he would become a doctor in the future. they both micromanaged everything from his friendships to his free time to ensure that he was spending enough time on his studies. by the time he was six , he was competing in spelling bees and any extracurricular he could so his parents could build him the perfect experience based resume for medical school. 

still , the fighting worsened over the years and by the time danny was entering high school, his parents sat him down to tell him that they were separating. considering his father and mother had been brought up catholic , marco didn’t much believe in divorce and his mother agreed so although they were no longer together , the couple remained legally married. in high school , danny began experimenting with drugs and alcohol mostly to cope with his parents decision. even though they separated , they continued to fight to the point where danny wished they’d just gotten a real divorce so he wouldn’t have to listen to it anymore. 

he found a real love of the arts while in high school. the only time he felt like he was truly himself was when he was writing stories or participating in the school’s theatre program. but pursuing the arts wasn’t in the cards for him and he’d known that. still , even though he never brought it up to his parents , he’d found an interest in screenwriting. he even applied to university programs for it just to see if he was any good and actually got into many of them. he wasn’t planning on telling his parents until they’d found the acceptances in the mail and his mother broke down into hysterics while his father yelled for an hour straight. even though he got the third degree about it and still feels guilty to this day for even applying , it had been the one thing he’d ever done for himself. his whole life , he had been pressured into being the best student , the best son , the best catholic he could be and because he was always running around , he became well known around port whitley. 

by the time he was applying for college , he was done with the small town life and made sure to apply to anywhere far away. he ended up getting into harvard medical school and so he spent the years earning his degree in massachusetts which is also where he completed his residency. he worked in boston for a while at a hospital as a pediatric surgeon. without even realizing it , he ended up specializing in fetal and neonatal surgeries and gaining a lot of worldwide interest for his successful surgeries. while in college , he fell in love with a woman he thought he’d be with forever and they started up their life together in boston. they had a daughter and everything went well until it didn’t. 

the couple ended up separating and it was around the time danny got the call that his father had died. danny returned to port whitley where he was left at the mercy of his mother’s wrath for disappearing. he never went back to his home town , not for birthdays or holidays , but he did send money to his parents in steady instalments once he started his career. during his stay , he was approached by the chief of surgery at port whitley medical centre who offered him a job. he laughed a first , as he’d promised himself long ago that he’d never return to the small town. but then , something switched over the length of his stay. he felt like he could finally breathe again for some reason after the disaster he left behind in boston. then his daughter grew attached to the place and he figured that maybe he could use a change of scenery. maybe he could even use the time to reconnect with his mother. 

now , danny has been in port whitley for six months ; he hasn’t yet made any progress with his mother , but he is fitting in well in his new job as he’s getting reacquainted with the town and the people again. he resides in sol pointe in a rather luxurious beach house with his dog and occasionally his daughter when she visits. if you can’t find the self - proclaimed workaholic at port whitley medical center in his scrubs then you’ll often find him walking along the sandy shore which is literally in his backyward with a cup of coffee in one of his hands and a cigarette in the other ( it was a nasty habit he never really kicked from his high school days despite being asthmatic ).

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#pw.intro #tw.alcohol use #tw.drug use #tw.death

[goldentwst]

hello! can I please req vil + no.1 from the prompt? thank you!!!

1. 🔪🚫 Your fave is a closet pervert. What does their behavior look like behind closed doors?

Pairing: Yandere!Vil x afab GN. Reader (No pronouns mentioned) Warning(s): Yandere, Non-consensual drug consumption, Non-con oral

“Vil,” you uttered, a hand to your temple as you entered his room. “I don’t suppose you have anymore of that headache medicine, do you?”

Having found him situated in front of the vanity, Vil turned towards you, a look of exasperation creasing his expression. “Again? That’s the third time this week.”

You offered an apologetic smile when you closed the door behind you and made yourself comfortable on the love seat at the foot of his bed. “I know, but nothing works faster. Plus, I tried to wait this one out, but it’s been an hour and it still hasn’t gone away. I’m dying here.”

“You waited an hour?” Vil huffed, reaching for a vial in one of his drawers before standing and making his way to you. “What did I tell you about those headaches?? If they last more than five minutes, you’re to find me immediately. I swear, you have the worst time taking care of yourself.”

You chuckled before wincing, the pressure inside your head heavier than before. Like a mallet constantly thumping against the inside of your skull. “Hey, I have been taking care of myself… mostly. I go to bed on time and drink water when I can.”

Vil only studied you for a moment before waving his hand, a silent gesture to let you know you were free to get comfortable. “You’re so simple. You’re lucky the ingredients for this are so plentiful. Otherwise, you might actually have to face the consequences of your actions for once.”

I’ve heard him say that before, you thought, only rolling your eyes after you stood up, turned around, and shuffled to his bedside. Despite his lectures, Vil was still helping you and even offered his bed and hard-earned potion for your recovery, so you couldn’t exactly be mad at him.

Honestly, you didn’t know what you would do without him. One day, everything had been completely fine, the next, you would get this splitting headache that seemed to appear from out of nowhere and neither the school nurse nor any of the teachers could pinpoint as to why you were getting these weekly occurrences.

But all had been improved when Vil caught sight of you doubled over in the courtyard one afternoon, one of your fancy new headaches having rendered you too immobile to attend class.

Vil told you his offered method wouldn’t be a permanent solution, but it would ease the pain, and out of everything? That’s what you wanted the most. You couldn’t take this ongoing pressure thrumming from the inside of your head anymore. Sometimes, it felt like someone had filled your brain with lead. Temporary or not, you would take what you could get.

As per the routine, Vil handed you the small vial filled with a teal liquid. Despite being a quick-fix potion, it actually tasted pretty good and went down smoothly. Soon enough, you were removing your shoes and lying back on Vil’s bed, waiting for the effect of the medicine to kick in. It surprised you the first time around when Vil offered for you to do so while you waited, but the process felt like therapy at this point and you were just happy to have a moment of calm after such an arduous experience.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Vil said, moving to sit on the edge of the bed and observe your shift in condition.

“Mm, I won’t,” you replied, closing your eyes and relishing in the bliss of a fading headache. This was always the most satisfying part. All the pain, all the throbbing, just dissipating into nothingness. Although, maybe nothingness wasn’t the right word. It was always better than that. You would probably describe the feeling as none other than warm, and calmative. Like nothing could possibly bother you.

Which was exactly what Vil wanted you to feel.

“You’re such a handful, you know that?” He gently sighed, reaching his hand out to pop the buttons of your uniform’s jacket. Like undressing someone who was drunk, he went down the row of fasteners, doing the same to your vest, followed by your collared shirt and bra. Yet, the actions only made you laugh as he pulled the layers from your arms and discarded them to the floor.

“I promise I won’t be too long. I don’t even feel it anymore.” You smiled, seemingly unaware of how vulnerable your top half was.

Of course, Vil had to pause, forgoing a sliver of his composure to place his hand on the lay of your stomach, his nails dragging up to palm at one of your breasts. The glass containing his composure spilled a few more drops when you involuntary mewled upon his touch. In response, Vil emitted an eager noise of his own before climbing onto the bed and slotting himself between your legs.

As unsightly as it was, Vil had to swallow a few times to prevent himself from over-salivating onto you, the rise and fall of your bare chest enticing him more than any delicacy could possibly offer. He hadn’t even the chance to taste you, yet the blood steadily rushing to his cock throbbed under his dorm uniform. Not that the blood wasn’t rushing to his face either. No blush he owned could paint his cheeks and ears so vividly red.

With hot, quivering breath, Vil lowered his head to latch onto your nipple, applying slow circles to the bud with his tongue. He moaned upon doing so, uncaring when he briefly pulled back and found the stain of his lipstick marking your breast. If anything, it spurred him further as he shifted to kiss your other nipple, leaning back to admire how the two mirrored each other now.

“This really does ease my pain,” you said casually, making him flicker his gaze to you. “I wish the nurse had something like this.”

Vil smiled coyly, his fluster still present as he shifted his body to cup your face with both his hands, utilizing a little more pressure than necessary. “But they can’t because the drugs used are native to the Land of Pyroxene, and only someone who’s lived there knows how to grow them.”

“Oh, really?” You rose a brow, earning Vil’s grin.

“Yes, and you want to know the effects they can have on a person?”

You lethargically nodded your head, intrigued.

Vil almost simpered. “Delusions of comfort, faulty listening comprehension, enhanced pleasure. Of course, it comes with its version of side effects, too: chronic headaches, amnesia, dizziness, just to name a few. Which is a shame really considering the addicting properties of the drug. It’s difficult to stop craving it once you’ve had a taste.”

Not that you comprehended even a hint of what Vil had just told you. But he couldn’t care less, the dorm leader was positively enamored with the wide-eyed stare you were giving him, coupled with that adoring mouth of yours curled into a small smile. Vil beamed, plunging his lips against yours as he used the grasp on your face to angle your head better. Vil molded his mouth against yours, breathing through his nose and pressing deeper. You had but a moment to inhale before he latched on again, his tongue leaving no room for you to push back as he lapped against the roof of your mouth, the feeling warm yet invasive.

Another beat of blood traveled up the veins of his cock, straining against his pants and instinctively making him rub against you in slow, agonizing strokes.

“…Just a bit more,” he muttered through your heavy kiss, his hand briefly traveling from your face to the heat between your legs.

Reluctantly, however, he pulled himself back, your lips and the parts of your skin surrounding them smudged with red. Vil likely bore a similar appearance but cared little for that aspect of his session with you. After all, things were about to get a little messier.

Roughly tugging off the bottom portion of your clothes, Vil spared no time biting the hem of your panties to pull them down your legs until they were dangling from his lips. From there, he neatly folded them before sliding the garment behind the collar of his robe for safekeeping.

Afterward, his eyes narrowed down on the slick of your sex, breath catching in his throat while his heart pounded against his ribcage. Wasting no more time, he gripped the flesh of your thigh and delved down to press kisses along the skin, his mouth eventually reaching the center between your legs and licking up a stripe with the flat of his tongue. Vil needed a moment to steady himself once he tasted you. It didn't matter how many times he had eaten you before, you always had this effect on him, and every session was better than the last.

Again and again, Vil drew his tongue over your cunt, momentarily pausing to suck on your clit and force wanton noises from your throat, ones you didn't even know you were making. He carved the sounds into his heart like a well-memorized song as he continued to lap the entrance to your sex.

"V-Vil," you panted, the pieces of your comprehension never having registered why you were so out of breath. "I'm glad that you-" your breath hitched- "glad that you could help me out. I was so worried about having to endure that sort of pain all the time..."

Vil slowly traveled his gaze to your face, mouth still latched onto you.

However, you continued speaking, your breathing evening out just the slightest. "So, thank you. You're my hero."

Pausing in his ministrations, Vil rose his head from in between your legs as his thumb shifted to wipe the excess of your secretions from the corner of his lip. His eyes gave little to no indication behind his expression as he regarded your exposed form.

With a sigh, he crawled over you like he had done once before, your own gaze following his movement but not acknowledging it. For just a bit longer, he stared you down, that haze in your eyes reflecting just how much you really knew.

Resigning himself, Vil craned his neck to press his forehead against yours, the strands of his hair tickling your skin as he closed his eyes, the warmth of your body consuming his better judgment.

"And I always will be."

#goldentwst writing prompts #n/sfw #yandere #yandere twst #yandere vil schoenheit #tw.noncon #tw.drugs #ask to tag #azzberry #thank you for the request! #I hope it’s alright that the gn reader is afab since I wanted to work with some body parts #got a little indulgent partway through lmao #I probably used ‘closed doors’ subjectively #as long as the reader isn’t aware of the charas behavior I would hope that counts

[beautifulxdamned]

Wait is that (NEVEAH QUINN) that I see off in the distance? You know they have quite the reputation of being the (SPITFIRE) around the island, but to me they seem like any other (LOCAL). I hear you can often find the (24) year old hanging around (DRIFTWOOD SANDS) or catch them when they aren’t busy working as a/an (BARISTA AT COSTAL COFFEE COMPANY, BARTENDER AT WHITE ROCK BREWPUB, SALES ASSOCIATE AT NOMADS SURF SHOP ). They may seem (THRIFTY & PENSIVE) but I hear that they can also be (GULLIBLE & EVASIVE). There may be a lot of faces here in the bay, but you’ll know who you’re dealing with if they remind you of (WORN OUT CONVERSE, SPIRITED DEBATES, FLIPPING OFF THE CAMERA & POST IT NOTES COVERED IN DOODLES OR REMINDERS) [Brittany O'grady, Cisfemale, She/Her]

QUICK STATS

Full Name: Neveah Adelle Quinn Nickname(s): Eve & Nevvy DOB / Zodiac: January 10th 1999 / Capricorn Orientation: Pansexual Hometown: Celestial Bay, North Carolina Positive Traits: Thrifty, Pensive & Intelligent Negative Traits: Gullible, Evasive & Intrusive Languages: English

BACKGROUND

tw: pregnancy, abortion, drugs, alcohol, depression, neglect

Neveah was an unplanned pregnancy. Conceived by her mother, a fourth generation Celestial Bay townie and her father, a vacationer who had decided to take an impromptu summer trip to the beautiful coast. The two had hit it off instantly and within a month he had convinced the women who had never seen anything other than the Bay that he was going to whisk her away, take her to the big city with him when he returned home... only that never happened.

Three weeks after his departure she had found out that she was pregnant with Neveah. She opted into keeping the baby and although she swears that Neveah's father was aware of her existence the girl had always had a suspicion, perhaps a glimmer of hope, that he was unaware. If he was unaware of her birth than he hadn't made an active decision to abandon her and that made the idea easier to handle in her mind.

Her mother gave Neveah her fathers last name, despite the man being a virtual stranger to the child. She claimed that it would provide her with more opportunities in life... Neveah believed that it was a last ditch effort to grab the mans attention, with hopes of the man whisking her and her daughter away to greener pastures.

However that never happened and the women made do with what she had to provide a decent life for her child. It was a happy childhood from what little Neveah could remember, however the year of her thirteenth birthday things took a devastating turn.

Her mother fell into a dark depression, perhaps it had always been looming on the edge. The women turned to prescription pills and alcohol as a coping mechanism. She lost her job and and rarely came out of her room unless it was to retrieve another bottle of something or another, leaving her thirteen year old to not only raise herself but to also support her mother.

She started to work multiple jobs. Neighbors who felt bad for the girl giving her odd things to do here and there to keep a roof above their heads and food in their stomachs. By the age of seventeen she was spreading herself to thin. While her friends were attending parties and enjoying their last years of high school, planning for their future she was struggling working for jobs, fighting with bill collectors and still attempting to excel at school, after all a scholarship was her only hope of escaping this place.

Finally in her Senior year, despite being incredibly intelligent she found herself dropping out of high school, she simply couldn't juggle it all anymore and with the state her mother had fallen into over the years the option to leave even if she had secured a scholarship was void.

She threw herself into work and taking care of her mother. Distancing herself from her friends, not like they had much in common anymore anyways, and fell into a lonely routine.

Perhaps that was the reason it was so easy for the vacationer to woo her at the age of twenty-two. Sending her into the same foggy haze her mother had endured all those years ago. Although Neveah was smitten with the man she never once believed that they would wind up together. He was a fun fling, something to take the edge off for the summer.

A rule of thumb in Neveah's life though was if something could go wrong than it was bound to and oh boy did it. In her careless moment of living her own life she had gotten knocked up. She had struggled with what to do. Did she tell the father? Would it even make a difference? He was set to leave the island in two weeks, more than likely never to be seen again. She decided to tell him, quickly following the confession with her plan to get an abortion. It wasn't necessarily a decision that she was happy about but she knew that her plate was already full and she wasn't about to have her own child suffer the same fate she had. The father agreed with her and as she had expected he left in two weeks time, never to be heard from again. She scheduled the abortion shortly after his departure.

She threw herself back into her work, determined never to speak of her stupidity again. However she did allow herself to have a little fun between the mountains of work that she was doing, if only to prevent such a thing from happening again.

EXTRAS

Neveah is extremally intelligent. She enjoys literature and strategy based games along with debating people even if they don't want to be in a debate.

She also extremally artistic. She enjoys listening to and analyzing music. She's taught herself both guitar and piano simply from listening to music notes. She also enjoys drawing and painting. People say that she has the potential to thrive if only her wings hadn't been clipped at such a young age.

She knows how to have a good time but she's definitely the mom friend. Perhaps it's due to the fact she's been caring for others since she was still a child herself.

She holds a sense of entitlement about herself. She often finds herself crossing lines that perhaps other locals wouldn't. Inviting herself to Vacationer exclusive events because deep down she feels like it's her rightful place, one she was robbed of... her father was one of them after all.

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#(It's Time To Split The Things I Do From What I Used To Do |○| Neveah Quinn Past Reflection) #tw.pregnancy #tw.abortion #tw.drugs #tw.alcohol #tw.neglect #tw.depression

[sukunasstarlight]

Tell me why my ears go red instead of my eyes when I’m high. What.

#tw.weed #tw.drugs #just in case but yeah. #LIKE ALWAYS WHEN I USE EDIBLES TOO??? #shouting in the void

[ofallthingsnasty]

any spare sanzu headcanons for us poor thirsty folk?

jhjfdk I may have a crumb. or two 😂💖 sorry this took so long that stupid meeting dragged on and on tw.drugs (I mean it’s Sanzu haha...), noncon mention, snuff in last paragraph

I’m not the only one but Sanzu absolutely drugging the shit out of you once he’s laid his eyes on you is my favorite thing right now 😤 You know he’s bad news by those cold eyes alone - but he’s downright suave when he wants to be. It’s too easy to get caught up in this man’s charms, especially on your first date. Sure, his looks stand out: from the pink hair to the scars, he is everything but ordinary, he screams danger- but he’s also beautiful and exciting. And you two really hit it off. Your first mistake is agreeing to a second date - he won’t miss his chance to spike your drink, take you home and diddle you. You won’t even know what hit you. He makes you believe that you overdid it the night before and you trust him - why shouldn’t you? Months later, when it’s too tiring to hold up his little charades and you’re fully aware of his habits, you’ll feel queasy when you think back to all these times you were a little doozy, a little out of it... But it’s easier to ignore that sinking feeling and smile when he hands you a drink.

Also - because Tokyo Rev finally lets me talk about this - he’s highkey a snuffer. Once you enter any type of relationship with that man, it’s game over. You’re not getting out of that one alive - and he’d get off on the power he holds over you, thinks about slowly choking you until your lights go out a lot... He is incredibly obsessed with you and he wants to see your everything, even this. And while he thinks about killing you from time to time - when it actually happens it’s probably a messy situation, not quite what he imagined. (Definitely would do it if you tried to leave- maybe not after the first time but you never really know with him...)

#ask #anon #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x reader #tw.yandere #tw.snuff #tw.drugs

[planetsano]

lights, camera, action! 🎥

SYNOPSIS ✰ your realm is softcore, his is hardcore— what happens when you take a step into his world? was the oh so feared eren yeager as bad as people say he is?

WARNINGS ✰ dark content, 18+, pornstar!au, very descriptive drug use (coke), bdsm, impact play, breath play, temperature play, (light) anal, bondage, degradation, overstimulation, forced orgasms, use of “daddy”, asshole eren, hints of sad boy eren(?), sex work, spit.

PAIRING ✰ eren yeager x female reader.

WC ✰ 11.3K

“Eren Yeager.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Your co-star for this scene is going to be Eren Yeager.”

To an outsider, hearing that a rookie would be working with the top male performer in the industry sounds like a dream, a once in a lifetime deal that not a single soul would pass up. The kind of opportunity that comes once in a lifetime merely by luck. It all sounds perfect. This could potentially be the breakout moment that every newbie wishes for while they’re daydreaming with starry and distant eyes paired with a loopy smile plastered across their lips— clocked in at their day job. It makes sense, it does. So with that being said, you can’t blame anyone who would draw this conclusion from the given circumstances without a deeper context. On paper, you should’ve been over the moon with excitement and joy when your manager gave you the news, but in reality that wasn’t the case. Not in the slightest.

You were an adult actress, a pornstar if you will. The kinds of scenes you did never varied from softcore. In other words, your résumé had things like stripteases, lingerie modeling, and simulated sex. You liked to think of it as a very taboo form of art. All of your work was very visually pleasing as well as sexually arousing, having an emphasis on the beauty of the human body and the concept of sex itself— the sensuality and passion of the act. Everything contributed to the art: from the camera angles, to the lighting, to the set and even down to what lingerie set your stylist chose to put you in.

Having only a humble four months under your belt, you were fairly new to the porn industry. You weren’t completely unknown though, you managed to get quite a bit of attention from your scenes. You had a sweet look to you that many viewers called “refreshing.” Doe-like eyes, plump lips, and a smile that was sweeter than honey raked in a lot of new fans. They all found you genuine, not putting on this absurdly sexual persona solely for the camera-- and you weren’t. You were just simply being you and many found it very inviting, natural and enjoyable to watch. It felt a bit amateur like, having the realness of it all but still having a high production value.

Your most popular video was filmed with a good friend of yours named Jean. He was a fellow softcore actor, very handsome and as gentlemanly as they come— ranked at number 6. The chemistry between you two is what really made the video skyrocket in popularity. It also helped that you both were a dazzling pair, completely stunning together with chemistry that made you two look like a real couple. Through a mutual friend who had been throwing a party. From there you two hit it off, not realizing that you both actually did porn. Looking back you’re not sure how you didn’t put two and two together. Jean sat at number 6, you knew he looked way familiar and yet, everything went right over your head. Maybe it was the shots you were talked into that slowed your comprehension?

Jean was actually the one that put the thought in your head to venture out to different realms of pornography. He took you out for lunch a couple weeks back and brought it up so casually. You didn’t think much of it first but then you began to seriously consider it. Jean was pretty popular in both realms, maybe it would be good for your career to try something new. After all, a little risk can lead to success, right? Or something like that.

Now there you were; in your cozy apartment sat in the comfort of your own bed. Your phone was wedged between your ear and shoulder while on the phone with your manager who just told you who your new co-star was going to be.

“Eren Yeager?” You asked incredulously, putting a hold on painting your toenails. God, hearing that name made your heart skip a beat.

“Yes, (Name). This is really big for you!” Yelena exclaimed through the phone, hearing the excitement color her tone.

“I know but,” You sighed, twisting the top back on the white nail polish. “I think I might be having second thoughts..” You finished. The silence on the other end was louder than you would’ve liked.

“Is it because you’re venturing outside of your realm or the rumors?” She asks, earning her own silence from your line. You chewed on your bottom lip anxiously, not particularly looking at something but rather lost in thought as you looked off into the short distance in front of you. Yelena could hear the soft music in the background coming from what she assumed to be either an Alexa or a stereo in your room.

“..Both. This is all so overwhelming and happening too quickly.” You admit.

“I understand. I do, but Yeager’s agency specifically reached out to you when they saw your tweet. This isn’t something that just happens.” Yelena says.

Oh, right. Your tweet. A couple days beforehand you asked your followers who they would be interested in seeing you work with. You specified that it didn’t mind what genre, that they could go crazy— basically admitting that you were thinking about moving beyond softcore porn. 

You got so many responses. Some varied from popular wlw actresses like Pieck and Hitch, to indie actors like Connie and Hange, to top tier actors with big names like Reiner Braun and Levi Ackerman. It was quite the melting pot, but however, there was an overwhelming response asking for one one man in particular.

“You and @.JaegerBombEnt would be hot together!”

“@.JaegerBombEnt! @ .JaegerBombEnt! @.JaegerBombEnt! ”

“I know you do softcore but didn’t you say you wanted to try something new? Regardless, @.JaegerBombEnt would destroy you.”

“I don’t think @.JaegerBombEnt has ever been with a girl as cute as you..”

“You always have a choice, (Name),” Yelena reassures, her voice calm and caring like always. “But please let me know if we’re accepting their offer or not before it's too late. Sleep on it, okay?” She finishes, her voice with not a single ounce of frustration or indication that she was upset. You were so grateful for her. Yelena never pressured you into things you weren’t comfortable with, your feelings and opinions always mattered. You’ve heard the horror stories about other actors and their managers, you were glad you met Yelena when you did, especially being a rookie. Yelena welcomed you with open arms and now here you were, second guessing the opportunity of a lifetime and she wasn’t upset with you.

“Okay.” You sigh, wiggling your toes admiring your work.

“I’ll check in tomorrow. Try to get a good night’s rest.” Yelena signs off.

“You too, Lena.” You say before hearing the dial tone, signaling that the call was over.

You let out an exasperated sigh, letting your body flop back down onto the bed against the fluffy pillows behind you. Your phone fell out of your hand, now laying somewhere idle on the bed beside you. You stared up at the ceiling, your mind wandering to him.

Eren Yeager. Eren Yeager. Where do you even begin when addressing the insanely attractive green-eyed man? For starters he was the top male talent in the business. You can bring up the topic of success in the industry without bringing up his name. Eren was the pinnacle of good looks. Standing at just over six foot, not only was his body incredibly ripped and lean, but he had one of the prettiest faces along with it. Beautiful green eyes, plump lips and brunette hair that was reminiscent of a Hershey’s chocolate bar in color. His toned arms and torso were covered in stylistic tattoos spaced out with purpose, all differing in sizes— his body closely resembled an artist’s sketchbook. He also wore a hoop nose ring in his right nostril, a silver ball in the center of his tongue and almost always styled his long locks in a low messy bun. Eren Yeager was a sight for sore eyes.

Yeah, he looked like the perfect man. The kind of man every good girl fantasizes about— you know, the bad boy type. The man you wouldn’t even consider to bring home to your parents knowing they wouldn’t approve of his aloof attitude and sultry look. The man you sneak through your windows in the late hours of the night trying your hardest to keep the moans and whimpers of his name at a minimum because everyone in the house is asleep. Hm, the kind of guy that introduces you to liquor and drugs like marijuana and ecstasy, and you’re swooning over the fact that he took care of you so well even when he was just as fucked up, Yeah, the best way to put it is that he looked like a fucking fantasy.

You couldn’t help but to let your mind run off into more anxious territories, you were worried— you’ve heard the rumors surrounding Yeager. The borderline horror stories told by former employees under his company and ex co-stars he formerly worked with on scenes. The lengthy threads about the man on twitter and the various Instagram lives of people ranting about their experiences with Eren. There was no way that it was all hearsay, the possibility was that actually being true was little to none. That the thing that worried you the most-- the fact that some of it had to be true.

Eren didn’t have the best reputation. Actually, he had the worst amongst all the popular adult actors, and it was ironic since he’s still sitting at the number one rank— he was unmoving. Eren always seemed to be in scandal after scandal, with many questionable articles about him every other week on news blogs, twitter, and other major social media. It never failed, it was like clockwork usually having reoccurring headlines that essentially made out him to be the biggest asshole in existence.

In a way, you almost felt bad. You’ve never met this man before, only hearing other people’s stories, and you already had these assumptions about him. It wasn’t fair to him. You were big on giving everyone a fair chance before deciding your opinions and feelings about them. You literally have the opportunity of a lifetime right in your hands to do so. Were you really going to give this up because you were… intimidated?

You nursed your bottom lip in between your teeth with a gentle pressure once an idea popped into your head. You sat up quickly and grabbed the laptop sitting atop of your bedside table, opening the device to type in your password. Your fingers worked without any hesitation as it’s become second nature to you, opening your private browser and typing the URL JaegerBombEnt.com. Your heart skipped a beat when you were met with the website’s initial interface. Before entering you were met with a popup message asking to verify whether you were 18 years or older. You clicked yes and was prompted to the official site.

The whole theme of the site was based on his trademark colors, red, black and silver. Those were the colors featured in his logo and opening intro to every single of his videos. Everything looked so clean, concise and professional, but you didn’t expect anything less from the top male talent in the business right now. Everything was very aesthetically pleasing, something that you appreciated very much.

You clicked the drop down menu in the corner of the screen and saw a few different options: About Jaeger, Videos, Talent and Contact Us. Out of curiosity, you went to his about page first. It took a second before you were met with all his stats.

Real Name: Eren Yeager.

From: Paradis.

Height: 6’0.

Weight: 160 lbs.

Endowment: 9 inches.

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual. 

Turn Ons: BDSM & cute faces.

Turn Offs: Liars.

“Nine inches-- Christ.” You murmured to yourself quietly. The biggest you’ve ever had was seven. That was Jean and even then you struggled to take it all. Eren was an absolute beast of a man.

You spent the next thirty minutes or so skimming through his content, your tummy doing flips seeing just how fucking kinky he was. Eren seemed to have a special liking to the S and M in BDSM. Humiliation, using hot wax, whips and impact play, clothespins, degradation that was borderline verbal abuse. That was only the tip of the iceberg. His co-stars had a track record of not being able to finish scenes with him. Many claimed that it was “too much,” that he was a ruthless and soulless shell when the camera began to roll. They claimed that he was a “sick freak” and “mentally ill” for how far he goes. There were plenty of videos where the scene at hand abruptly ends with a cut, followed by the outro.

The more you scrolled through you saw that he also had a few solo videos published, but one video in particular caught your eye. The thumbnail was different from the rest, instead of a professional photo taken for the specific video in question, it was rather a screencap. You dragged your finger across the mousepad, clicking the link.

You took note that this particular video had been filmed by himself, maybe on his phone’s camera? The quality was significantly different, not bad per say, but more amateurish. Eren looked like he was in the comfort of his own bed. The bed sheets, blankets and pillows beneath him looked pristinely white and soft against him and the way his camera was set, you could clearly see the large window on the other side of the room. The lighting from the outside silhouetting his body so tastefully for the camera. The sky was pretty, the blue and pink hues from above mixing in with the city’s atmospheric haze.

Eren was shirtless. All his tattoos on display, his hair falling effortlessly pretty down his shoulders while he palmed himself through the fitted black jeans he was wearing. He bit his bottom softly, silencing his groans as his large hands continued to massage and grab at himself through the thick material of his pants. His eyes never leaving his erection growing painfully against his jeans. There was really no rush or sense of urgency as his hands unbuckled his belt, then pulling his cock from the confines of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. 

God, he was massive. You felt a familiar tingling between your legs upon seeing him in all his glory. His cock looked angry, flushed a blush red at the tip and prominent veins running alongside of his shaft. He was already beading precum when his fist wrapped around the base of his cock, slapping it heavy against the palm of his other hand. 

“I’m so fucking hard,” Eren groans out, his voice the perfect mix of baritone and velvet.

“Been thinking about fucking my hand all day.” He admits, his pointer finger rubbing circular motions around the head of his dick before pulling it away softly. A thin and clear string connecting from his digit to his thick cock.

Eren brings his hand to his lips to spit into it, coating his shaft in his warm lubricant. He lets out a breathy sigh once his hand wraps tightly around his cock, beginning to give himself long and languid strokes. He was really milking this-- really relishing himself and the pleasure. It was so fucking hot to watch. You knew what kind of content he did, but it had been a while since you’ve seen something of his-- but holy shit, you don’t remember him being quite this attractive.

 As the video played on, his fist began to gradually pick up in pace until he was outright fucking his hips up into his hands, both overlapped and wrapped tightly around his shaft while his pelvis snapped up into the hole like a makeshift fleshlight. You could see that there was a thin layer of sweat coating his skin, reflecting off of the lighting coming in from the large window. Eren had stray strands of hair framing the front of his face, with every huff and moan the chocolate strands blew against his breaths. His breathing was beginning to pick up, his abs expanding and contracting with every inhale and exhale.

“Oh my fucking god, ‘m gonna cum-” Eren grunts. “I wanna fill someone’s hole up, wanna fill someone up so bad- fuck,”

Eren’s entire body tensed, his hands being the only things still moving-- still at their relentless pace. A small smile on his parted lips while his eyes shut tightly in raw pleasure. His head lolled back into his pillows and soon thick white ropes shot from his cock landing on his stomach, chest, and pants. The contrast between his milky white seed against his black jeans and dark tattoos was so prominent. Eren’s hands stilled, his cum running down his hands almost in slow motion. He lifted his head, peering down at the mess he had just made with lidded eyes. He almost looked like he wanted to be annoyed but the aftershocks of his orgasms were still hitting in waves.

“Shit, I was planning to wear these later.” Eren murmured, his attention turning to the camera beside his thigh before reaching over to shut the device off with a tired smirk.

You were soaking.

You grabbed your phone and quickly swiped up as your facial recognition registered your face. Your eyes shifted to the time at the top of your phone screen— 2 AM. Yelena was definitely asleep right now but at least she’d wake up and see your message first thing in the morning. As your fingers tapped at your screen, you kept asking yourself: ‘There’s nothing wrong with a little risk, right?’

“Hey, I know you’re asleep but.. I’m gonna take the offer.”

Message delivered.

Three soft knocks sounded on your dressing room door.

“Excuse me? Miss (Name)?” A gentle voice called from behind the door. Your eyes never left the script in front of you, trying to soak in every single line before it was too late. Granted, you got the script days ago, but you could never be too sure. It’s always better to be safe than sorry, especially on a day like this.

“Come in!” You announce, eyes shifting from the script in front in your manicured hands into the mirror, your vision focusing on the attractive blonde man poking his head in your dressing room.

“Oh, hi. Come in, can I help you?” You smiled sweetly, turning your upper body around in your chair to look at him properly. The blond stepped into the room fully, taking a few strides towards you with his hand out.

“It’s nice to finally meet you! I’m Armin, Eren’s manager.” He said, an inviting smile on his lips.

“Ah, it’s great to put a face to the name,” And a pretty face it was. “Hi, Mr. Arlert.” You greet and place your hand into his noticing that it was notably soft. 

“You can call me Armin. Hah, it’s fine, really.” He says. “Okay, Armin.” You correct yourself. “What brings you here?” You ask, both of your hands pulling away from each other.

“If you don’t mind following me? Eren would like to speak with you before we start shooting for the day.” Armin says and you suddenly feel your heart fall into the pit of your stomach.

It felt like reality was finally catching up to you once his words registered with your ears. Nothing really clicked with you that morning. It felt like a normal day of shooting-- you woke up upon hearing your alarm, approximately three hours before you had to show up on set. You managed your time by answering emails, responding to DMs, and having a light breakfast that consisted of a fruit salad and a glass of orange juice. You enjoyed your extensive bath, your mind as clear as day as you rubbed the essential oils into your smooth skin. The car ride to set was peachy too, even up to the point where your makeup artist and hair stylist were working on your look— nothing registered with you until now.

You were watching Armin’s lips move but his words fell silent to your ears. The only thing you could hear was your heartbeat and a high pitched ringing that felt like it was coming from your eardrums. God, you felt sick to your stomach. This was really happening, you were about to film your first scene with Eren Yeager-- an attractive man feared and disliked-- hated even, by so many. What if he didn’t like you? What if he really was this massive douchebag people say he is? God, what if-

“Miss (Name)?” Armin called for you, ultimately pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Gosh, sorry-” You flushed. “You can call me (Name).” You say, earning a small chuckle from him.

“Uhm, care to follow me?” He beckons his head to the door.

“Sure- sure! Yeah, let’s go.” Your voice sounded cheerful but on the inside, you were well on your way to a panic attack.

You followed closely behind Armin, the both of you heading out of your dressing room and making your way down the bustling hallways of the studio. Your heart was pounding against your chest and ribcage the closer you both got to his dressing room. Your mind running in circles while your clammy hands and together your short silk robe. The material felt nice against your skin, cool and soft— somewhat calming your nerves in a way. Armin has been through this too many times to count, he could feel the nerves emitting from you. He didn’t blame you, it made perfect sense that you were anxious about everything going on. He would be too if he was in your position, a sweet rookie like yourself working with the top dog whose reputation was dirt. Not only that, this was going to be your first time shooting for BDSM after only doing vanilla for so long— you had a lot on your plate today and quite frankly Armin had a lot of respect for you. Some don’t even make it this far.

Armin’s walking finally comes to a halt upon getting to a certain door, knuckles knocked three times on the door.

“Eren, she’s here.” The blue eyed blond announces through the door before turning his attention back towards you.

“Go right in, he’s already expecting you.” Armin says, a weak smile on his lips. All you can do is nod, giving him a silent thank you before you watch him walk away in the other direction down the hallway, eventually disappearing once he turns a corner. You let out a deep and shaky breath before twisting the silver knob to push the door open.

You were met with the man you’ve heard so much about-- the man who you've only seen through a computer screen for so long, sitting in one of the two couches facing each other, midway through snorting a line of a white powdery substance.

“What the fuck did I say-” Eren began only to stop himself mid sentence upon realizing that it wasn’t who he thought it was, he face softening when he realizes that it was you.

“Oh, come in. Sit.” He ushers you over with a lazy hand. You quickly closed the door behind you and gingerly made your way over to him. His eyes never left your frame as you sat yourself right on the leather couch in front of him. You didn’t make eye contact, which was probably a terrible first impression but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it— not yet. Your head was down slightly, your hair framing your face while your eyes were locked on your twiddling fingers placed in your lap. Jesus, you could feel him staring a hole into you causing an unpleasant heat that burned dull on your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

On Eren’s end, his initial impression was he thought you were really fucking cute. Even cuter in person. He was quite the fan of yours, believe it or not. Why else would he have his people reach out to you? No offense, but he wouldn’t have gained much traction from working with you, he was already at the top. If anything he was doing you a favor, but really, Eren was doing this because he wanted to. He almost wished you didn’t walk on him like this, almost. To be honest, he stopped giving a fuck a long time ago. 

There was a glass coffee table separating the two of you as you sat on different sofas. Your eyes couldn’t help but to wander to the table in front of you. Specifically to the small square mirror with two white lines on it, his credit card and a rolled up $100 dollar bill not too far from it. Your brows furrowed-- it wasn’t in anger or frustration. It was more so in worry. You weren’t dumb, you’ve been around the drug before— it was nearly impossible to not come into contact with the substance being in this industry. You didn’t like it, but you didn’t judge those who did.

Eren noticed your eyes, quickly stopping you from further judgement.

“Don’t look at this, look away.” He softly juts out his chin to the opposite direction of you. Oddly enough, his voice and words felt nurturing. He knows he shouldn’t be putting this stuff in his body, he knows and he doesn’t want you to watch him do it either. Regardless, you obeyed his wishes, giving him his privacy to do what he needed.

“I don’t do this shit often but everyone’s been fucking insufferable today. I can’t take it.” He adds.

You stayed silent, taking this time to take in your surroundings. His dressing room was really nice. Overall the room was dim in lighting and smelled of expensive cologne, though, that could’ve been him. The walls deep red in color, paintings hang up strategically on the walls, and large vanity mirrors on the wall lined with lightbulbs. It wasn’t silent either, soft music played from the stereo what you recognized to be Lucid Dreams by Juice WRLD.

“You left me falling and landing inside my grave,

I know that you want me dead,

I take prescriptions to make me feel a-okay,”

Eren’s voice was gentle to your ears hearing him sing along softly to the lyrics playing from the stereo. It was quite contradictory from his actions, doing something seemingly harmless like singing along to a song as if he’s not doing lines right in front of you. A few quiet moments went by as you sat in silence, your mind running rampant about so many things. Honestly your thoughts were drowning out the music and the soft sounds coming from Eren-- the tapping and sniffing.

It wasn’t until Eren whistled at you (not even attempting to call you by your name), that you were pulled out of your head. The sound made you turn your attention to him, the irritated look your features wore softened once your eyes landed on his face. He was truly a gorgeous man, the cameras didn’t do him justice. His hair was down much like the video you watched a few nights ago. Him being dressed in black seemed to make his eyes appear even greener than what they were.

“Thank you for agreeing to shoot with me.” He says in a very matter of fact tone.

“Oh, it’s no problem, thank you for having me.” You replied, a small smile pulling at the corners of your lips. It was quite for a moment, the silence making you fidget in your seat. Eren caught it.

“You look nervous.” Eren states. He almost looks— amused, like he wants to smirk but he’s holding back.

“Well, I am..” You mumble, your gaze falling back to your hands.

“Why?” The question was such a simple one on the surface, but it made you look at him like a deer caught in headlights. How were you supposed to answer that without offending him? Maybe you could tip toe around your answer, but you didn’t want to lie.

“It’s alright,” He chuckles leaning back on the couch. His thick thighs spread while his arms are resting on the back of the sofa. He finds your reaction cute. He knows exactly why you’re nervous to be in his presence. Eren is very self aware, he just wanted to see how you would react and it was satisfactory. “You don’t have to answer that.”

“You like what you do?” Eren asks, your brows furrowing once more at the question. He has to be fucking with you again, but his silence says otherwise.

“That’s a loaded question, you of all people should know that..” You say softly, peering up at him through the false lashes that sat pretty on your eyes. “Do you?” You ask and he shrugs before replying. His deadpan and nonchalant attitude showing.

“It pays the bills.” Eren replies. “So I can’t really complain, now can I?”

There was a short silence, the both of you looking at each other-- reality really settling with the both of you.

“Do you want me to go easy on you?”

“No, I can take what you give me.”

Act #1

You were at Eren’s feet as he sat in a Victorian style sofa chair. Your feet were tucked under you, hands folded politely in your lap while your eyes looked up at the brunette in anticipation. Your soft body was dressed in a frilly yellow lingerie set-- the color complimenting your skin so well. Under the fluorescent stage lighting, you could visibly see your most intimate parts through the thin threaded material. It was merely decoration for the camera. If you were the present, the lingerie was the bow-- making everything a little more sweeter. The garter belt attaching to your white lace thigh high stockings pressed gently into your plush thighs causing the cutest muffin effect as you sat.

Your neck, that beautiful neck of yours sported a thick black collar with a silver chained leash attached to the D-ring in the center. It was quite the contrast so how soft and delicate looking your attire was. 

Bare, small, submissive, are all words that described what you felt like in Eren’s presence right now. He was fully clothed, dressed in black slacks, expensive dress shoes and a white button down shirt that had the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. The first few buttons at the top had been unbuttoned, exposing his defined collarbones and toned chest. His hair now back in a messy bun, stray stands framing his face.

Eren leaned over in the chair, his elbows now resting on his knees as he’s face to face with you.

“Are you excited?” He asks, his so velvety against his tongue as he spoke. You nod as he brings hands up to your face, one cupping the back of your neck firmly while the other holds your jaw. The eye contact he was holding with you was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. His green eyes were so fucking intense, you were almost certain he could read your thoughts. Eren smiles at you, a genuine smile before his eyes revert to your lips. He wondered if you wore this cherry red lipstick on purpose. It almost tickled him knowing that his fat cock was going to be the reason why these plump lips your makeup artist took so long are on look a fucking disaster within the next few minutes.

Eren places his thumb on the corner of your mouth, dragging it against your bottom lip ultimately smearing your lipstick. His eyes flicker back to yours and he can feel his cock twitch in his pants. He’s so enamored with how pretty you look right in this moment. You have a different kind of beauty but it’s beauty nonetheless. He can see the fascination, wonder and excitement twinkling in your eyes, something he admittedly hasn’t seen, dare he say, in ever. This is you right now. You’re not acting, you don’t have on a persona, you’re not acting for the camera. You’re just being you and Eren found it fucking gorgeous. Fuck the script, this was just going to be you and him filming for the camera.

“You’re a fucking gem.” Eren whispers. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” He says, eyes still locked onto yours.

“That’s not in the script.” You thought as you tried your best to not let the hesitation show on your face. You had to keep it professional for the camera. It's okay to completely go off the script sometimes, right? Maybe he forgot his lines. That’s what you’re telling yourself at least.

“And what do we say to compliments?” He asks, 

“Thank you.” You reply, but you’re not expecting a hard strike to the cheek from the palm of his hand. Your head now turned at the side from the force of his hand. You can already feel tears stinging at your eyes but you couldn’t cry yet, not so early on.

“Say sorry.” Eren orders.

“I’m sorry.” You whimper, the sting still ringing throughout the skin on your cheek.

“Hm,” He chuckles in an almost condescending way. “Very obedient, aren’t we?” He tilts his head, a sickeningly sweet smile on his lips as he looks at you.

“Do you trust me?” He asks, one of his hands finding the leash around your neck, wrapping the chain around his knuckles slowly.

“Yes.” You reply without hesitation.

“Yes, what?” He tugs harshly on the leash causing you to nearly fall over face first in his crotch. This isn’t scripted, Eren is just having fun at this point. He really wants to see how you’re going to address him.

“Yes- yes daddy!” You yelped, your cheeks burning with embarrassment realizing exactly what you had just said. Eren chuckled, daddy huh? Alright. He could work with it, he’ll be your daddy but not before he teased you about it.

“Daddy? You know that’s fucking gross, right?” Eren teases in a harsh tone. “What? Daddy didn’t give you enough attention at home?” He continues to dig into you, your face burning in humiliation as you’re suddenly more aware of everyone’s presence on the set.

“That’s alright. You’ll be good for me, won’t you?” Eren asks with a nod, almost like he’s answering for you. You mirror his motions with a mindless nod to your head.

“Use your words, you’re a big girl.”

“Yes, I will! I’ll be really good-” You begin to babble but he stops you with a firm hold on your jaw, your lips puckering slightly from the pressure of his hand.

Fuck, he’s so pretty looking down on you like this. You can already feel yourself leaking and he’s only degraded you in a way no man has ever. You know that once you stand there’s going to be a wet patch at the seat of your panties, you could already feel the coolness of the spot from the air conditioner wisping between your thighs.

“Open.” He says and you as ordered. You watch his teeth graze his bottom lip before they purse and there’s a warm glob of spit sitting in your mouth.

“Hold that for me.” Eren smiles.

“Cut!” The director yells, pulling everyone’s attention including yours and Eren’s. You’re suddenly looking at all the camera crew, the makeup artists and support on the other side of the room.

“Yeager, stick to the script!” The director says, he looks extremely frustrated as he slaps his hand against the clipboard in his other.

“The script fucking blows. We’re not doing it.” Eren says, earning a few chuckles from the others. His bluntness surprised you but it seemed to be a normal occurrence to everyone else.

“Make sure you keep that part in so they know this shit is real.” Eren adds before standing up from his seat on the sofa, unbuckling his belt.

“Alright, do what you want. It ought to be better than this damn masterpiece.” The older man mumbles before sitting back down in his chair, his hand over his mouth as he slouched back into his seat. “Action!”

By now Eren’s attention was already back on you, looking down at you with hungry eyes. It was impossible to miss the outline of his cock as it was angrily pressed against his slacks. Your heartbeat was pounding against your chest when his nimble fingers began to unbutton his slacks then pulling down the zipper. The entire time his eyes never left yours, his hand going into his boxer briefs to pull out his hard cock. It stood at attention, bobbing under its own weight while the head was drolly with precum. Your mouth was watering but you knew in the back of your mind that was no way he was fitting all that down your throat. Your hands were making fists on his trousers while you chewed at your bottom lip, waiting— just waiting for him to do anything.

Eren grabbed his cock by the base, lightly slapping his shaft against your cheeks and lips, he was liking the way your face scrunched up cutely upon the contact. Gentle slapping sounded every time his heavy cock bounced on your soft cheeks.

“Say ah,” Eren’s pointer, middle and ring fingers are soon shoved all in mouth, forcing them down your throat as far as they could go-- finger fucking your mouth. You felt your throat clenching then releasing every time he shoved them further, your eyes watering rolling to the back of your head at the unpleasant feeling of heaving. 

“Good fuckin’ girl. Yeah, gag on ‘em.. So pretty.” He coos sweetly while you struggle to take his fingers. His hand is wrapped around his cock, rubbing at a leisurely pace. It felt good, but not as good as your lips were going to feel wrapped around him. He made sure to pull and twist at your tongue, eliciting an incoherent whine from you.

Eren replaced his fingers with his cock, placing the tip at your smeared red lips earning a tiny kiss and a soft kitten lick from you. His hand found the top of your head as your tongue gave the underside of his shaft a long stripe up. Your wet and warm muscle flattened out to get as much coverage as you could. You could feel the ridges from the veins on his shaft massage your tongue as you made your way up— swirling the tip of your tongue around his flushed head. Eren sucked in a sharp breath when you finally took him into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down trying your best to take him whole.

Your attempt was cute, he loved seeing your pretty lips take him as much as you could. In no means were you doing bad, but he needed more. You were in his world after all and what better welcome than to fuck your face?

Eren took off his belt. The leather sliding through every belt loop with ease and a soft clink of metal. He wrapped both ends around his knuckles twice before placing the thick strap behind your neck— pulling hard on both sides to force your mouth down on his cock fully. The second he hit the back of your throat, your hands flew to his pelvis, clawing into the sliver of exposed skin showing on his hipline as his cock made the deepest parts of your throat its new home. Eren could feel your throat contracting tightly around him as you retched.

“If you throw up on my dick, I swear to god I’ll fuck you up.” He gritted through his teeth, his hips beginning to slam into your abused mouth. The sounds coming from you were sickening: whining, gagging and choked sobs while your eyes pricked with tears. You were doing your best really, attempting to breathe through your nose but you couldn’t even catch your breath from how rough and relentless his pace was. The grip Eren had on his belt got tighter, so much so that he was losing blood circulation in his hands-- his fingertip turning red and losing their feeling.

“Holy shit,” Eren groaned, watching himself disappear into your mouth with every single thrust— his balls were slapping hard against your chin. The belt in hand was soon discarded and tossed somewhere off to the side.

Eren grabbed the base of his shaft to quickly remove himself from your lips-- you immediately began gasping for air, cough and sputtering a mixture of spit and precum. God, you were so messy and Eren loved it.

“So messy,” Eren teases, prodding his cock back up to your mouth. He’s almost rubbing himself against your lips like he’s applying lip gloss.

“Wanna make daddy cum?” He asks, a smile decorating his lips as he looked down on you. You already looked fucked out and you had two more scenes to go. Your lipstick was smeared awfully-- some of it even coloring his dick red, eyeliner was streaming down your cheeks due to your tears, and your lashes were barely hanging on.

“Yes, please.” You knew that you sounded really pathetic right now begging for him.

“Yeah?” Another harsh slap connects with your face.

“Fuck-! Yes daddy!” You plead.

“Mm, I know you,” Eren chuckles, “Because you’re my bitch.”

Eren has a firm hand on the back of your neck as his hips slam into your face. He’s in complete ecstasy, his brows furrowed and eyes shut tightly while he’s telling you the filthiest things you’ve ever heard in your life. How he was going to fill your throat up with so much cum that you’d be tasting him for the next month and how you won’t be able to speak for weeks after he’s done using your mouth. It all went straight to your cunt, you were beyond soaked. The lacey material of your panties has done nothing but make it even more obvious that you were ruining them. You felt your slick down your thighs. You’re still struggling but you’re doing better, that is until you feel your nose being clamped by two of his fingers— and now, you genuinely can’t breath.

“What’s the matter? Can’t breathe?” The faux concern coming from his tone was so patronizing.

“Only good girls who let me use their throat as my cum dump get that privilege.” Eren says.

You knew he was close from the way his thighs began to twitch and how his hips began to sputter in rhythm. Eren kept chanting ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’ as he continued his pounding on your poor mouth. He found your expression priceless as you were on the verge of passing out. Your eyes were rolled to the back of your skull just letting him use you. He had to give it to you, he was impressed with how well you were handling him and his roughness. This whole time he’s been cautious, always looking for your nonverbal safeword— the three taps to his leg but he was never met with them. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen to your brain, but you were enjoying yourself despite you feeling lightheaded. You trusted Eren, despite all the rumors and he sensed that. He appreciated it as a dom. Usually he had to be high to film, finding that this industry was sucking the life out of him, but with you it was different.

The familiar knot in the pit of Eren’s stomach was beginning to uncoil. He wasn’t stupid, timing was everything and with that his hips stilled-- your nose buried in his pubic hair while he unloaded his cum down into your throat with a loud groan. The sensation of his warm liquid trickling down almost tickled. It felt like he came in buckets, constantly pumping his nut into your stomach.

Eren grabbed a handful of your hair to pull you off of him, his cock hanging heavy between his thighs. You’re still catching your breath when he gives you a pat on the head when the director yells cut.

“You handled yourself pretty well, I’m impressed.” He says and for some reason, that makes you really happy.

Act #2

The rough material of the beige twine ropes was digging into your soft skin so deliciously— tight enough to cause slight discomfort but not enough to hurt. The entire time Eren handled you with care, asking if things were too tight or too loose as the rope began to form intricate shapes against your nude torso. Soon your calves were touching the back of your thighs and your arms tied behind your back, the thick ropes holding you together in this unnatural position like glue as you laid on your back, completely immobile. The silk sheets underneath you felt so cool against your flushed skin. Your sight locked on the various toys beside your body: a small tube of lube, a wand, a glass dildo that looked way smaller than Eren, and a silver buttplug with a sparkling jewel decorating the end. There’s a nightstand next to the bed with a skinny red candle, a lighter and a small bucket of ice. The brunette wanted to take his time with you— your body was a toy right now and he wanted to play with it, especially with you all tied up and pretty like this. All for him. It was your first time doing bondage, he wanted to go all out for you. 

Eren stood next to the bed with a long black whip in hand very reminiscent of the belt he used earlier. He was still dressed in his business casual outfit, only this time you were the one completely nude. You looked helpless laying there, looking up at him with pleading eyes. To Eren, it felt like your body was just begging for it and he was more than happy to give you what you needed-- no, what you deserved. Without warning, Eren landed a hard smack right across your tits with the leather. You cried out in pain, your skin was flaring up in irritation almost immediately.

“Say thank you.” Eren says, whipping your chest again with a simple flick of his wrist.

“T-thank you-!” You sputter out, the blood under your skin rising to create a deep shade of red.

“What was that?” He asked, this time landing his hit on your inner thigh. 

“‘M sorry- Thank you, daddy.” You corrected yourself but it didn’t seem to matter because you were met with several more whips after that until you were beet red. All his hits varied in different places: your chest, stomach, and thighs. Your entire body was stinging and on fire at this point.

Eren was soon at the foot of the bed, grabbing a hold of your thighs to drag you down closer to him— your ass almost hanging off the edge of the bed. He wasted little time getting on his knees, his green eyes locked on your neglected cunt. The bondage had you spread out real nice for him, your glistening pussy on full display for him. He was staring and it made you squirm as you were starting to feel self conscious under his gaze. But fuck, he couldn’t help it. You glistened so beautifully under the studio lighting, your clit almost an angry red in color while you visibly clenched around nothing. Eren couldn’t wait to fuck you stupid, his cock was rock hard already. He had virtually no refractory period. Eren took two of his fingers and spread your labia open, almost mewling in the way that your slick connected from lip to lip. You were impossibly wet.

“Look at this pretty cunt,” Eren marveled, taking his free hand to ghost tiny circles around your clit.

“P-please, I need..” You trailed off.

“What do you need from me, pumpkin?” He slides a single finger into your throbbing hole, pumping it slowly as he watched your little fried brain try to piece together a sentence from in between your legs. “Anything, ‘wanna cum real bad, daddy.” You whimpered, feeling his finger curl slightly to hit that spongy part deep inside of you. You swore you would have come then and there but he removed the digit from you. Of course, you whined in frustration at the lost earning yourself a raised brow from Eren. He didn’t seem to appreciate that and gave your cunt a slap hard enough to hard, most of the impact went straight to your clit absorbing the impact.

“Don’t go bratty on me now. You were being so good to me, ‘would hate to punish you.” Eren chastised. He’s not looking at you, but instead grabbing for the lube and butt plug on the bed beside you. 

“I don’t even get a sorry? Do you even deserve to cum?” His words make your heart drop because you know he’s not fucking with you. Eren doesn’t even notice you panic, he’s too busy opening up the tube and squirting a generous amount into his fingertips.

“‘M so sorry- so sorry, please-!” Your words are cut off by a sharp inhale when an unfamiliar coolness touches your tightest hole. Eren is prodding a fingertip at your ass, the intrusion not going past his first knuckle. He’s gauging your reaction. He knows you’ve never done anal before, but you did say you were open to anything, signed the contract and everything-- and that’s what he was doing.

“No, not there..” You whine, face burning in embarrassment.

“Why not? You a cute little ass, let me make it real pretty for the camera.” Eren clicks his tongue, head beckoning over to the camera crew filming.

“Don’t you wanna be my prettiest whore?” He asks. “Hm?” His finger is at the second knuckle now.

“Yes! Yes, I do-!” You yelped as his digit finally bottomed out.

His finger felt really foreign inside of you. There was an odd pressure you’ve only ever felt maybe one or twice in your free time. It was oddly satisfying the more he pumped in and out of you. Once Eren felt like you got used to one finger, he added another, a desperate mewl escaping your lips. Even though your right ring was slick with lube, the stretch still stung. Eren’s finger scissored, twisted and pumped into you with languid motions. To be frank, the way your ass squeezed around his fingers was making his cock twitch. He knew he was leaking, he could feel the wet spot. Eren wasn’t planning on full anal today, but he might just have to fuck this tight little hole with how it was making his cock jump. He’ll think about, right now though, you’re ready to take this plug up your ass. He pulled his digits from you, taking the plug and lathering the shiny silver with the lubricant before placing it back to your puckering hole.

“It's probably gonna,” Eren started, the toy pushing into your ass. “-hurt a little.” He finishes when he hears you nearly wail once the widest part of the toy stretches you out. The rest was easy to take, or at least Eren thought so. The worst way over, now he was watching you shrink back around the smallest part of the plug— the pink jewel sitting between your plump cheeks cutely. Eren gave you a soft pat on the side of your thigh before standing and making his way to the side of the bed where the nightstand was.

You watched anxiously as he seemed to be starting with the ice first. He picked up the first cube that sat on top of the pile with a mini metal tong before he turned his attention back to you. You bit your bottom lip as he brought the cube up to one of your nipples— inhaling sharply as the coldness of the cube came into contact with your sensitive bub, hardening it even further. Eren took his free hand to give attention to your other breast, massaging and tugging at your other buds with his relatively warm hand. He alternated between your breasts with the ice before he began to make his way to other territories. The coolness felt amazing against your skin due to the previous whips that left you on fire. The ice traced the insides of the shapes on your torso before he went to your thighs and finally your cunt that had been on fire ever since you began filming.

Eren slipped the ice past your lips, rubbing it gently on your throbbing clit. The sensation was something you’ve never felt before having never experimented at all with temperature play until now. It was making your head spin, you swore you could feel the heat from your pussy melt the ice upon contact. Eren found your squirming and whimpering cute when he held the ice on your clit a little too long, to the point where it was beginning to burn. Your little sigh of relief when he let up tickled him. Some parts of your body felt nearly numb from the frozen cube, yet you found yourself missing the feeling when he stopped. 

Next was the heat, his hands replacing the ice with the candle and lighter. Eren started the flame and held it to the wic of the candle until it was lit, placing the lighter back on the nightstand before turning his attention back to you. He’s holding the flame dangerously close to your skin, it almost hurts but he’s dragging the flame along parts of your body so fast you can’t really register if it actually does burn or not. Right now it feels pleasurable, especially coming off of the ice Eren just put on you. The only way you can describe the feeling is if a bunch of tiny suns begin kissing your body all over. When it feels like it’s beginning to hurt, it disappears into thin air only for the sensation to return immediately to another spot, following the trail of Eren’s doing.

It wasn’t until you felt a hot sting drip against your nipple that you whimpered out at the discomfort. Eren smiled upon seeing the hot substance begin to decorate your skin, taking the time to make a heart shape around your areola. Drip after drip settling onto your flesh as liquid and soon drying back to it’s hardened wax state due to the drop in temperature. Your head was spinning feeling yourself becoming drunk on the feeling of the wax burn your skin. The drops were making their way down your body, drizzling past your torso and landing on the insides of your thighs— some dropping dangerously close to your pussy causing you to close your thighs on instinct. You should have known better because if looks could kill, you’d be six feet under. Eren didn’t say anything, only forcing your knees apart with ease before he settled between your thighs. His fingers in one hand held your pussy open in a V-shape, while the other held the candle at an angle right above it. You watched with furrowed brows as the wax began to form beads under the flame. 

“This is your second time, pumpkin. I was being nice the first time.” It was obvious that he was mocking you, his tone along with the smile on his lips gave it all away. It felt like everything was in slow motion as your eyes were locked in on tiny beads of wax drizzling the length of the thin candle. With one simple flick, about four drops of hot wax landed on your cunt— one even making a perfect bullseye onto your sensitive clit.

“Fuck!” You screamed out in agony, eyes shut tight as you squirmed under his gaze. Your hands were behind your back were digging into your own flesh as well as the bedsheets underneath you.

You didn’t even have enough time to recover before you felt something cold and hard on your weeping entrance, slipping between your labia with ease due to your wetness and the added lube. When you opened your eyes, you looked in between your legs and was met with the sight of Eren pushing that same glass dildo into you. The coolness felt so incredibly soothing. Eren really knew what he was doing, there was a pattern— pain, pain, pleasure. Maybe it wasn’t always in that pattern, but it was a never ending cycle and left you wanting more. 

Eren pushed the dildo into your sopping cunt, eliciting a loud mewl from you. Right off the bat, the toy was coaxing you into your first orgasm. He pushed the dildo into you with quick speed angling it so that it was hitting a particular deep within you and was making you see stars. You were a little taken back at just how fast you came, your walls tightening around the toy as your high took over your body. Your whole body wracked as you cried out Eren’s title, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he didn’t stop. He kept pumping the toy into you at an even harsher pace.

You couldn’t comprehend the intensity as you felt his warm tongue begin to flick at your sensitive slit, soon making out with your pussy with such passion you would think he’s in love. Eren was only thinking about how you tasted remarkably sweet while you were babbling for him to stop, to slow down, for a fucking break. It felt so good, too good— so much so that it was painful. With his lips attached to you plus the toy still working in and out of you another high was forming a ball in your core quick. Eren’s incisors gently nipped at your clit a couple times before sending you over the edge for the second time within five minutes. You were starting to see white spots, choked sobs coming from the back of your throat as your high washed over your body in a giant wave. It felt like a dull tear ripping through your lower half, spreading like a wildfire throughout the rest of your body.

“No- no more,” Your voice was shot. Eren only looked at you from in between your thighs with a small smile.

“No more?” He grabbed for the wand, turning it on the lowest setting. “I saved the best for last and you wanna quit on me?” His voice was barely registering with your ears over how hard you’re concentrating on the low buzzing of the white wand in Eren’s hands.

“I can’t take another— need a break,” You were shaking your head, eyes becoming heavy almost seeing tunnel vision.

“You’ll take what I give you.” Was all he said before setting the head of the toy directly onto your clit.

“Eren-!” Your hips bucked and squirmed in an attempt to get away from his assault.

“Who?” He turns the setting up to the middle, pressing harder onto your poor bud. It hurts, it hurts so fucking bad but your hole is leaking and fluttering around nothing begging for anything. There’s no way he was going to make you cum again after having two orgasms back to back. There’s no way.

“Oh my god, oh my god-” Your thighs were closing around his hand,

“Not my name either,” Eren gritted through his teeth, starting to become irritated. “Your brain that fried already fuck-whore?” He asks, giving you a hard slap to the side of your thigh before prying them open with one hand.

Eren quickly adjusts the setting to the highest possible, studying your face as it contorts in— well, he’s not sure if it’s pain or pleasure. He can only assume both as tears begin to spill from your eyes continuously begging for him to stop, that you couldn’t take any more. After about a minute were beginning to feel lightheaded, your body betraying you as you miraculously felt another high build inside the pit of your stomach. Eren slipped in his middle and ring finger into your hole, curving them slightly and began finger fucking you into your third orgasm. You nearly squirted on Eren’s face but he moved out of the way last second. Instead your release soaked some parts of his white button down, your juices making it transparent and stick to his skin. Eren removed his fingers from you, turning off the wand before giving your pussy one good slap.

Finale

God, you don’t think you fucking take anymore. Your cunt was still over stimmed and leaking, there was no reset in between this scene and the previous like there was with the first two. Eren only flipped your tied up body over, your ass in the air while your face was buried into the soft sheets. By now, Eren had already stripped from his clothing, his big cock springing from its confinement once his bottoms were pulled off. He nearly moaned at the cold air hitting his sensitive member. Eren’s big hands groped and massaged at your ass. The moans you let out were heavenly urging him to keep going. His hands were so warm and fluid on your skin, your eyes closed in bliss as you relished in the feeling.

“Beg for my cock, sweetheart. Make it pretty.” His hand comes down hard on your ass, making you yelp and jump. You felt the outline of his hand burn into your skin.

“Please fuck me, ‘want it so bad.” Your voice is slightly muffled from your cheek being pressed up against the mattress. Your lips were formed into a pout due to the pressure on your cheek.

“I didn’t say stop.” You hear him say from behind you, another hard slap landing on your cheek.

“Daddy, please. ‘Been waiting so long, ‘m gonna go crazy,” You whimpered attempting to press your ass against him.

“Gonna go crazy because you don’t have my cock in you yet?” You heard Eren chuckle from behind you and you can feel him rub the tip against your slit. You almost forget how big he is until now, he’s a least an inch wider than your hole. You’re almost scared of his size but also so eager to finally feel him.

“Yes-!” You nodded frantically against the sheet. Eren pressed himself into you, letting out a low ‘shit’ once he’s past you hilt.

“This cunt is so fucking— tight.” Eren groaned, watching himself sink into you slowly. He was splitting your poor cunt open, even after all the prep nothing could have prepared you for him. The stretch was uncomfortable, but you felt the veins running along his shaft were massing your velvety walls easing the discomfort.

“‘s so big,” You breathed out, your hands trying to grasp onto anything as they were still tied behind you. For some reason it looked cute to Eren watching you struggle from behind, your little hands begging to be held as he sinks into you fully. He took a moment to gather himself before he began to move.

He started off slow, his hips snapping into your painfully hard yet so slow as he adored how you wept for him. Your ass looked so gorgeous with the pink jewel sitting perfectly between your cheeks. The tip of his cock was kissing your cervix with every thrust and you were positive that the hold he had on your hips was going to leave a bruise. Eren was growing impatient, bored even, at the slow pace he had set. He wanted to fuck you stupid, he wanted the only thing running through that pretty little head of yours to be how hard he’s ramming himself into you. Eren pace picked up gradually and soon he was pounding into you at a ridiculous speed. The sounds of your whining, he grunts and skin slapping filled the room. You couldn’t think straight, 

Eren grabbed a handful of your hand, yanking you up and back to his chest causing an unnatural curve in your back while his breath was hot on your ear.

“Tell me how it feels, cupcake. Tell your daddy how good his cock is making you feel.” He says against your ear.

“It feels- ‘s fucking good-!” You manage to choke out despite how hard he was ramming his hips into you. Your tits were bouncing every time his pelvis hit your ass. Eren brought his other hand up to your neck and applied pressure. His hand was stopping the blood flow to your head as his fingers were on the carotid artery in your neck. The proper way of choking a partner. Everything felt delicious, the lightheadedness just added to the intensity.

“‘M gonna cum- please let me,” You wailed, his cock was brushing up against the perfect spot to get you to your release. You were so close, you needed that extra push.

“Cream on him dick, baby. Go ahead it's okay.” Eren wraps an arm around your midsection to hug you close before he starts to fuck into you like his life depended on it. He was going to be forever imprinted inside of you after this. You began to contract around his shaft, your fourth and final high overtaking your body. A weak and pathetic cry escapes your lips when he lets your body fall face first back into the mattress. Your brain is mush right now and you haven’t got the slightest clue where you are, nor do you care. 

“Holy shit, I’m gonna cum.” Eren gawks as he quickly adjusts his position. He’s still taking you from behind, but now one of his legs is extended over your body so that his foot is heavy on your head. You’re just laying there limp and taking it. You don’t have the energy to speak but you’re just praying he cums in you, you want to feel him fill you up to the brim.

“Fuck yeah-” His hips begin to falter. “Shit! Fucking take all of it you bitch,” Eren groans as he shoots his load into your messy cunt. He ruts into you a few more times before he slips his softening cock out of you, a thin line of his cum dripping out of you. Eren is sure to spread your cheeks as you push his seed out of you for the camera.

“Cut! Good job you too!”

Epilogue

When everything was said and done, you’re helped out of your bondage, given a robe and escorted back to your dressing room with some set crew. They made light conversation with you, saying how well you and Eren worked together. That there was some chemistry there and it was definitely going to be a hit amongst fans. You settled yourself down on one of the couches when the crew left you alone. You had already removed your train wreck of makeup, now it was time to have a moment to yourself. Everything was serene as your hands ran gently over your arms and legs, seeing the imprints left by the ropes onto your skin. There were so many thoughts running through your head but they were soon silenced by a few heavy knocks. You winced as you stood up, a dull aching very prominent deep in your core, the roughness from filming was really catching up to your body fast. You made your way over to the door, twisting the silver knob and pulling back to be met with Eren.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“Can I take you out sometime?”

“Okay.”

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#eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger smut #eren yeager smut #attack on titan smut #aot smut #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #shingeki no kyoujin smut #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #snk x reader #snk eren #aot eren #snk eren x reader #aot eren x reader #eren x reader #tw.impact play #tw.drug use #tw.overstimulation #tw.daddy #tw.breathplay

[bokebelle]

𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 — 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

tw/cw: depictions of m*rder, sanzu is on drugs, blood, harley quinn/joker -esque relationship, gore, blood kink if you quint. sanzu x gn!reader. minors dni.

wc: 470 words

a/n: first time writing something like this so feedback is much appreciated <3 ngl i dont know how to tag this and what warnings to use so please feel free to tell me if i missed out on anything! Also not proofread

"how much do you love me?" sanzu haruchiyo asks you. His pupils are blown wide yet the words flow like honey from his scarred mouth. Were it not for the fact you were standing in one of Bonten's warehouses, a line of cold and limp bodies as well as fearful and warm ones behind you, you would have found him almost charming - well you always do.

"I'd follow you to hell and back, baby." you tell him sweetly, a shy smile creeping onto your lips as your heart flutters at your own declaration of love.

"Would live for me?" Haruchiyo questions, taking a step closer to you. You nod eagerly, the light in your eyes matching the wicked excitement of his own.

"Hmm..." He stays quiet for a moment, the anticipation of his next words hang heavy in the air, mixing with the cries of his remaining living victims. With one quick and smooth motion, he unsheathes his katana and holds the sharp blade against your neck.

"Would you die for me?" He cocks his head to the side, his eyes never leaving yours as his smile grows wider.

"haru..." your voice is barely a whisper. Your breath catches in your throat as you carefully wrap your shaking fingers around his own at the handle of his katana.

Your body moves, listening not to your brain but to the erratic beating of your heart. Blood rushes through your veins, adrenaline flowing through your limbs as you move. You manage to grab the katana from Sanzu (or maybe he let it go, you'll never know) and slice blindly at the air. You close your eyes as you move, ignoring the sickening crunch of bone underneath tender flesh, warm liquid splattering on your face.

You open your eyes and find the uncharacteristically shocked face of Sanzu, taking in the whole scene of you with his kanata in your hands and a now lifeless body by your feet.

"Haru," you call out again, dropping his katana onto the ground as you move to stand in front of him.

"Haruchiyo, I would kill for you"

There's a crazed and deranged look in your eyes that he usually sees in his own irises. Blood drips down your face, painting your lips in a killer shade of red as your smile grows wider and sweeter. He cradles your face delicately in his hands. A strange warmth grows in his chest, an unfamiliar fluttering sensation blooming in his stomach. He smiles back at you, warm, caring, but just as dark and deranged as usual.

"Here's to hell and back." He kisses you gently yet firmly, feeling the soft and warm flesh of your lower lip between his teeth.

The metallic and salty taste of blood lingers on his tongue, but Sanzu Haruchiyo swears you've never tasted sweeter.

reblogs are much appreciated <3

#[🖤 — dark content] #[🔞 — after hours] #[✍ — all mine] #tw.murder #tw.blood #tw.gore #tw.violence #tw.drug use #tokyo revengers x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x you #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #sanzu x you #sanzu x reader #sanzu x y/n #tokyo revengers x gn!reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokrev x reader #tokrev x you #tokrev x y/n #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #haruchiyo sanzu x reader #haruchiyo sanzu x you

[shorkbrian]

i have not stopped thinking about stoner sero since i read your fics 😀 i’m talking full brain rot bruv. can’t stop imagining him making his you play into every fucked up kink of his without even asking. you routinely get lingerie and costumes delivered to you. cat costumes, maid costumes, schoolgirl costumes (even though you *are* a schoolgirl). within months of you being together the plethora of sex toys you have is becoming unmanageable. you forget to the the laundry one day so you just have to wear the cheerleader outfit with the fucking nipple holes cut out of it. anyways thank you for that 🧍🏽‍♀️🧍🏽‍♀️🧍🏽‍♀️

stoner sero who can't get enough of fucking you.

bro I just already know that like he'd be the most insatiable pervert, even worse than Denki. Has a huge exhibitionist kink and combined with his libido? You've gotten caught fucking more than once.

One thing that I cannot get off my mind is that Sero would be the type that would wanna take after-sex showers together, but not want to clean you up. He's just there to look at you and get hard again because now you're all slippery and wet - plus your hole is already all ready for him!

And if you try to pull the waterworks and cry and ask him to let you rest he'd be so snarky and take the shower head off the holder, switch it to the hard wash setting, and then hold it up against your clit until you're shaking and the only thing holding you up is his arm around your waist.

It wouldn't even feel good anymore, just be a dull buzzy pressure that makes your body twitchy and dizzy and makes the world feel fuzzy as Sero pushes you into an overstimulated, fucked out headspace so you're too loopy to tell him no.

Omg and imagine being hesitant to try something he just bought, whether it's an intimidating sex toy or a really lewd outfit, but Sero just laughs and says you don't have to, it's stupid anyways.

But later, when he's hopped you up on weed, that's when he brings it out again, convinces you to do it for him, and you're so suggestible and easily manipulated when you're all heady from weed and totally high off your ass, nothing matters...

Sero can get as handsy as he wants, as bold as he cares. He'll get you high on the common room couch and fuck you right there and then, even if your classmates wander in from time to time.

He likes having a girlfriend he can stick his dick in whenever he wants, whenever he feels like getting off. It's not like he backs off when you say no.

#sero #sero smut #mha sero #sero x you #yandere #Yandere sero #sero hanta #Yandere sero hanta #tw.nsfw #tw.dark content #tw.dubcon #tw.noncon #tw.drug use #tw.public sex

[flwrbo]

We’ll Always Have Paris (part 2)

Chapter Synopsis: The old Seijoh group hangs out but Iwa still can’t get you out of his mind.

cw : Drug Use, Alcohol

part 1

The gym is colder than usual today. Iwa runs a hand over his arm, pushing the goosebumps down. Two women drinking water in the corner giggle and fawn over the man as he works his way to his spot in the back. “Hi, ladies,” He waves and sends a flirtatious smile. No, he didn’t like them. Yes, he found them amusing. He feels his phone buzzing in his pocket and sees a text message from you telling him to “have a good day at work!! :D”

After lunch a week ago, the two of you immediately hit it off and numbers were pretty quickly exchanged. The two of you have a lot in common, like enjoying coffee from small bakeries and being film enjoyers. Though, you did give him hell when you found out his favorite movie was Godzilla. Yes - the 1998 version. He rambled about how the movie was innovative for its time, and something about CGI but hardly any of it was retained in your mind because of how ridiculous it was. All you could do was laugh as his ears got hot from embarrassment.

He sets up for his client that was coming in five minutes and thinks about how he can ask you to hang out soon. Was he rushing it? No, right? You guys text constantly and even FaceTimed for thirty minutes while you showed off your movie collection. Maybe he should wait.

His client walks up and settles into her stretches before he gets the day started. He walks towards her and instructs, “Get on your back for me,” He can hear more giggles from the two women from earlier as he helps stretch her out. Even though the day was going pretty easy, he knows time would inevitably drag on with every hour he can’t text you. Oh, well.

He finally clocks out and makes his way home after three sessions with clients. The heat was almost killing him, and it was even worse in his black leather seats. While he waits for his car to cool down, he checks his phone for messages from you.

No New Notifications

Great.

He saw he had one from Makki asking him to pick up some pizza and he sighs before setting his phone down and driving home. The drive isn’t so bad when the car cools, but all he can think of is the shower he takes once he’s back to his apartment. Iwa turns on the faucet and texts you while he waits for the water to heat up.

“No complaints here.” Lie. “How are you? (:”

The glass is steamy when he finally walks out. Ruffling his hair dry with his towel, he checks his phone. No message. He sighs and gets dressed before heading to a pizza place nearby.

As he’s walking up the stairs to Makki’s and Mattsun’s apartment he can already hear the loud chatter and smell the smoke in the air; briefly he marvels at how they all bring each other back to the locker room energy they had when they were seventeen again. He chuckles and pushes the door open, garnering “Whoop Whoop!”s amongst other cheerful sounds as the group sees their friend with two large pizza boxes in his hand.

Issei and Hanamaki never really cared too much for interior design and that was very much clear as Iwa made his way towards the kitchen. It was a cute little place with a living room and a kitchen and a hallway with room doors all along both walls. Little figurines littered the living room, along with some beer bottles, an old band poster Issei wanted printed out, and a torn magazine with Oikawa’s face on it from his famous era back in Argentina. The pizza boxes are set on the table and are immediately ripped into.

Settling into the couch, Iwa is immediately passed a pipe which he accepts gracefully while another round of beer is passed. There’s some soccer game that no one is paying attention to in the background as they all talk excitedly amongst themselves. It feels good to be back with everyone, Iwa decided, especially when he takes his third hit of Kunimi’s very kindly offered weed. He passes back to Kunimi and opens a bottle for himself before laying back on the couch. Issei comes in with a slice of pizza and Iwa immediately stands to greet him. “Hey! Long time, no see,” They tap fists and both sit beside one another on the couch.

“We missed you at lunch last week,” Iwa says, bringing his bottle back up to his mouth.

“Had to work,” Issei shrugs before taking the pipe from Kunimi.

“Do you ever think you get, like, haunted?” Yahaba asks from the ground where he’s laying. Everyone stops and looks at him for a long second before they all start laughing. “Dude, what the fuck are you talking about?” Iwa’s shoulders jump up and down as he laughs. He can hear someone ask, “Who invited this dude?” and he giggles even more.

“You better not bring any demons around here,” Makki comes and joins the circle. “I’ll kick your fucking ass,”

“Yeah, right,” Kunimi rolls his eyes as he takes his pipe back. “The only thing Mattsun brings around here is a new girl every week,”

“Excuse me,” Issei cuts in. “I’ve slowed down in the last few months, alright?” He smirks behind his beer. In a weird way, he’s proud of it. Who cares? He’s attractive, he knows that, and he's twenty-five. His twenties don’t last forever and the coffins he sees every day remind him of that.

“Yeah, ever since you got tied down,” Kunimi snorts and crawls over to get a can of soda. Mattsun kicks him with his foot as he passes and tells him not to talk about his girl like that. “Yeah, yeah, my bad,” he grumbles as he rubs out the sore spot on his ass.

Makki reaches over to take a sip from Kunimi’s drink. “I think it’s kinda nice to see you as a relationship man,” The strawberry-haired man smiled. “Now I don’t have to keep remembering a bunch of new names every month,”

Iwaizumi lets out a small laugh at this, garnering the attention of Issei sitting next to him. “Enough about me and my sex life. What about you, Iwa?” Mattsun rests his arm behind Hajime and leans in slightly. “You must see the hottest women all the time,” he smirks.

“Those hot milfs with fat asses,” Yahaba fawns and holds his hand out in front of him as if he’s sizing a woman’s butt.

Iwa rolls his eyes. “I’m a professional. I don’t ogle the women’s bodies,”

Kunimi quirks an eyebrow. “What, are you gay?” Laughter booms around the room and Iwa yells at them all to shut up.

“Kunimi, you literally like men,” Yahaba leans up on his elbows to stare at his friend.

“Yeah but I still appreciate a woman’s hot bod if she’s in front of me,”

“Iwa, there’s not a single person you like? I mean you work with and around people all the time, there must be someone,” Makki says as he grabs his grinder from the table.

He suddenly feels his hand itching to reach for his phone to check for any new messages from you. “Well,” he taps the side of his beer absentmindedly. “I’ve been kinda alone mostly. I mean, I definitely get horny, not from my clients,” He cuts off Yahaba’s incoming interruption. “I just don’t really go around meeting people that often.” He takes a sip and contemplates telling them about you. What’s the harm? He hopes Makki doesn’t mind since he’s the one who introduced the two of you, and it’s hard to believe no one noticed him eye-fucking you across the table. “Well-” The door suddenly receives three knocks on the door, cutting him off.

“DoorDash delivery for Eye-Say Mattsun-Kee-Wa?” Kunimi opens the door and Oikawa stands there with a box in his hands. “It’s beer, you alcoholics,”

Just like the pizza, everyone clambers over to get refreshments while laughing and greeting Tooru. “Issei is a lightweight,” Makki muses and grabs two beers. “I can easily drink him under the table,”

Yahaba starts chanting for some sort of drinking competition, and Iwa just grabs another beer and sits back at the table. He pulls his phone out again to find a message from his mom, and some news article. Huffing, he pushes his phone back in his pocket and decides to reply later and not drunk text his parent. Somewhere behind him, two shot glasses are slammed on the table, so Iwa removes the cap off his drink before downing half and rejoining his friends.

By the time he hears from you, it’s already nightfall. He rubs the tiredness from his eyes and tries to not appear too happy to see your text. Kunimi and Issei are cleaning around the kitchen while Yahaba, Makki, and Oikawa all lay next to Iwa and watch some Rocky movie that’s slowly lulling them to sleep.

“hey!!”

…

Your typing bubble goes on for what feels like minutes until it stops. Iwa’s eyebrows furrow and his fingers hover over his keyboard before they pop back to life.

“i’m at work right now. it’s such a nice night, though, i’d hate to see it go to waste ):”

Iwa’s eyes light up and suddenly he doesn’t feel so tired anymore.

 “I’m free tonight. I’d love to see you”

The bubbles appear again. This time, it only takes a second before your location is on his screen. Only a twelve-minute drive.

“Hey, guys, I’m gonna head out,”

The boys next to Iwa all stir and turn their heads to look at him. “You sure you’re good, bro?” Mattsun asks with a trash bag in his hand.

Iwa grabs his keys from the table and snags a bottle of water on the way out. “I could pass a sobriety test right now,” He pulls his shoes on. “Next get-together is at mine!” He says as he walks out of the apartment and tries to refrain from running down the apartment stairs to his car.

 “On my way (:” 

He sends before pulling up the directions to a café and driving away.

#<3.i.h #<3.fic #tw.drug use #tw.alcohol #iwaizumi x reader #haikyu x reader

[sanorice]

*I nudge her mouth open, holding her jaw and spitting inside, a grin forming on my face. She’s always so obedient. It was so cute how she just took what I would give her without hesitating. I pop my pill into my mouth and swallow it dry, waiting a few minutes before looking over at her* Hey baby, it was a perc not a xanny. Sorry for lying, don’t worry, it’ll be a great high.

*I sit down on her fluffy couch and sink into it, groaning and loosening my tie. I spread my legs, tilting my head back and looking over at her.* Come sit in my lap and tell me how much you missed you, wanna hear it from your pretty mouth personally. *I tilt my head back up, looking ahead before reaching into my pocket for my pack of cigarettes.*

Wanna try some? I know you don’t like the smell but I don’t have any weed on me and you don’t wanna tweak out too much this time. So cmon, m’ not gonna wait too long.

- Sanzu

*My eyes widen and brows furrow upward, my face resembling a puppy as his words settle to my ears. He’s already sitting on the comfortable on my couch looking at me.. carefree— like he didn’t just lie to me about what he gave me.*

*I take a few steps over to him, my feet pressing into the pink fuzzy carpet in the living room. I stand in front of him and cross my arms— an upset look on my face as I watch him pull out a pack of cigarettes.*

“Sanzu, what the fuck? Why would you lie to me about something like that, you— you asshole!” *I snatch the cigarette pack out of his hands and hold it out of his reach.* “And you know I hate it when you smoke in here!” *I stomp my foot.* “My god, I really fucking hate you right now! I could kill you!”

#sanzu 💊 #😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 #tw.drug use

[thexuntamed]

Alcohol just wasn’t enough today...hadn’t been for a while. The tremors in his hands were getting worse. The cravings gnawing at his stomach, his throat dry and scratchy, aching. He wore long sleeves constantly to hide how pale his skin was, how cold his body was. 

Looking down at the packet in his hand, Azri slowly poured some onto the back of his hand in a neat line. It was better to smoke it, though it was slower. It was even better to shoot it but Azri didn’t want to marks to show. Leaning down, he snuffed the line quickly, eyes closing as he pressed the back of his hand to his nose. 

[Fuck. . .] The effects hit him fairly quickly, his tolerance for the dust significantly lower than the last time he did it. At least the alcohol helped the drugs along a bit. [Wanna forget...c’mon...help me out here...]

His throat itched, the scar prominent with his head tilted back the way it was. Everything was too close to the surface, his emotions, every one else’s emotions, his memories...everything was out of control and he just wanted silence...

He just wanted the numbness. He needed the emptiness. Even just for a bit...

#~Love Torn Throat But Alcohol Burns So Good {Azri Thread}~ #~Our Story Begins With Fate; What Fickle Bitches {Story MAIN}~ #~tw.drug use #~tw.addiction #~open starter~

[goldentwst]

⚠️Minors DNI⚠️

Whose the Target Audience: I write mainly for afab readers who use she/her pronouns, but will write for gender neutral if the scenario doesn’t have a need for a specific identity. (These will be tagged and specified in the post itself!)

(I’m partial to creating content that I identify with, so if you feel a majority of the writing doesn’t suit your taste, there are many wonderful twst blogs who consistently use all pronouns and identities, so I strongly encourage you to go where you’ll be more comfortable.)

✨What you’ll find here:

Yanderes

Dubcon/Noncon

Stalking

Pseudo-incest

Smut

Fluff

Fem!versions

Many kinks: Breeding, pregnancy, somnophilia, aphrodisiacs, etc. (See below for any restrictions.)

❌What you won’t find:

Requests outside of my personal prompts (I’m just here to drabble and thirst!)

Degradation towards MC outside of a playful insult or two (A staple of yandere content, I know, but it’s a bit of a turnoff for me.)

Heavier, less appealing topics/stuff I’m not really into like scat, snuff, suicide, long-term abuse, watersports, incest, etc.

Tags to Block:

#n/sfw, #tw.dubcon, #tw.noncon, #tw.stepcest, #tw.drugs, #tw.somnophilia

[Ask to tag!]

Hypothetical/mentioned characters related to the Twisted Wonderland franchise are also game.

Ex: The boys’ parents, Prince Rielle, Enma Yuuken, a hypothetical RSA student, etc.

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Link to Goldentwst Writing Prompts

If gender isn't specified, the Reader will be gender-neutral. However, some n/sfw responses will default to afab, so please state if you’d like the readers parts to be left ambiguous.

#goldentwst

[wakaoujisenhime]

Hi, I just happened to stumble across you and now I’m addicted!😅❤️ anyway, I was hoping you could write some headcanons for a crack head rakuzan manager.

A/N: Hi there you two! Since your requests were for the same trope and the more or less same scenario, I decided to mash these two together, hope that’s ok with you guys! ( ´ ▽ ` )

Luckily, I grew up around some people that fit in that description, nevertheless this was a pretty new experience for me, so I hope I managed to deal with this successfully (I’m sorry in case that I didn’t ;-;)! Anyways, please enjoy and heed the warnings! ヽ(´ー｀)❤️

Tags/Warnings: Rakuzan x reader ✅ tw.drug mention/use ✅ tw.mention of bullying ✅ fluff ✅ friendship ✅

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Rakuzan is known as an elite school, harboring only the crème-de-la-crème of students and yet you still couldn’t comprehend why you were a part of it

everyone was driven by either perfectionism or greed, the teachers only cared for themselves and their salary, and the expectations society put on every student that wore this school’s logo were downright inhuman

so could someone really blame or shun you for being into drugs? —No, they couldn’t...and yet some still tried

every time you skipped a class to go on either the rooftop or that one dark alley in the very back of the luxurious building to roll a joint, someone random would always come looking for you

they’d try to push their ideals onto you and pretend that they are some kind of Samaritan who only wants the best for you and your future

Yeah sure...you don’t even know my name, do you?

the first few times really annoyed the hell out of you and their hypocrisy almost made you lose yourself once, but as these scenarios started repeating themselves you grew used to it and learned how to completely ignore them

depending on your mood and the amount of dopamine you’re releasing there were even times when you’d get sassy with them or downright challenge them to a fight, knowing fully well that as the goody-two-shoes they were they’d never accept it

the teachers were also aware of your addiction, but were too scared for their own reputation and decided that it’d be easier if they just left you to your own devices and wait until you either failed their classes or graduated

and just like that, you lead a rather peaceful school life, until a certain someone decided to disturb it...

when you skipped classes for the umpteeth time you waited patiently for today’s candidate who’d drag you over the coals for your ‘unsightly behavior’

after you’d taken the third pull on your joint you finally heard light steps which were just around the corner

without moving your head too much, you simply glanced towards the figure that had appeared and chuckled to yourself

“Woow, the teachers must be quite desperate to send their star pupil in order to get me” you sneered after blowing some of the smoke right into his direction

the red-haired young man who’d arrived was none other than Akashi Seijirou, a student whose school record was full of nothing but perfect grades and perfect remarks from everyone who had entered this school

you didn’t know much about him except the typical gossips and the fact that he was the complete opposite of yourself

for a while none of you said anything so you continued to smoke shamelessly in front of him, hoping that you could provoke some kind of reaction from him...though in vain

if words weren’t provocative enough you decided to see how far he’d allow you to go until he had to open his mouth

“You want a pull?”

much to your surprise he actually extended his hand towards you, so with wide eyes you carefully handed him your joint

So even flawless students like him need to let go sometimes, huh?

he eyed it for a while and the next thing you saw was how he let it drop and stomped on it

“Was that really necessary? You could’ve just refused it, you know?”

“I want you to join the basketball team as a manager” he then said in a calm and pretty serious tone

....

....

...What?

you began laughing as if he had said some kind of hilarious joke, but much to your disappointment he simply raised his eyebrow

“W-Wait...are you being serious right now? You want me to take care of the basketball team?”

seeing him simply nod with the same stoic expression he’d arrived with made you realize that he wasn’t one to joke around

Akashi took out a handkerchief and wiped his hand, without bothering to hide his disgust and then simply turned his back to you

“I’ll be waiting for you at the gym after school and I hope you’ll be there...for your sake.”

and with that threat, he left you by yourself, confused and utterly speechless

you soon began giggling to yourself and you wanted to blame it on the drugs but deep down you knew the truth ...

.

as the school bell rang for the last time today you lazily packed your stuff and without paying any attention to neither your teacher nor your classmates you trotted out of the classroom

you hated admitting it but the red-haired young man’s words had haunted you for the entire day, but you weren’t one to simply obey whatever others told you

just as you were about to walk down the stairs someone muscular bumped into you, almost knocking you off your feet

as you looked up to see who it was you saw a dark-skinned and bulky man towering above you with a grim look on his face

“(Y/N)?”

you hesitated to answer for a moment, but his challenging expression downright forced you to respond, though it was merely with a small nod

“Excellent, follow me” he ordered after turning around and you did

while he was walking in front, you noticed that most of the students were intimidated or scared by his towering frame and now that you were behind him you realized how truly lonely he must be

“We’re here,” he began, “Akashi! I brought her!”

at the mention of that name you immediately wanted to just turn around and leave, but with that broad man next to you any type of escape was shut down

a pair of heterochromatic eyes looked in your direction and a proud smile adorned the rather emotionless expression of the red-haired young man who signalized the other club’s members to take a short break while he strolled towards the two of you

“(Y/N), I’m glad to see that you picked the right choice to come here. Now...follow me.”

you simply glanced up at the broader man next to you with a pleading expression, but he simply grinned and gave you a thumbs up

Akashi led you to a bench where an older man had already taken a seat, reading through some papers

he was so into it that he didn’t even bother to look up at you two

“Alright your task is simple, I want you to learn the basic rules of basketball and everything else that surrounds it. You have a week and then I’d like to test your knowledge during a practice match. There are also several other things I want you to fulfill, but this will be enough for now” he took a short breath and looked at his team players with a slightly annoyed gaze before he continued “I also provided you with one of those ‘how to’ books so I hope you won’t need long. Any further questions?”

Where do I even start?

“Listen up, I never said that I was going to be your team’s manager or anything like that, you literally forced me to come here by sending that giant after me! And you can’t be serious with all of this right? You guys are a pro team and you want me - a mere amateur - to manage you? Starting next week? I don’t even th-“

“I don’t remember giving you a choice in this matter and yes, you’ll learn it all until next week. You being a student at this elite school speaks for itself, so learning the basic rules of a mere sports game isn’t going to cost you much. Now sit down and start reading.”

his condescending and overall rude tone made you more than just mad, but before you could utter any kind of comment, he had already turned his back to you and was heading for the court

“If I were you, I’d just agree with whatever he says” commented the older man whose gaze was still on the papers before him

you clicked your tongue and put both of your hands on your hips as you stared at him and asked whether that was how he usually dealt with him

“That’s how I learned to deal with him. A genius like him is only getting held back by simple-minded people...or those,” he paused and finally looked up, eyeing you judgingly before he finished his sentence, “that can’t read the mood.”

you were absolutely speechless and enraged, so before you completely lost your wits you grabbed that stupid book Akashi had gotten for you and purposely stomped towards the gym’s entrance doors to roll yourself another joint

.

you spent the entire duration of their training outside and even though you didn’t intend to really read the booklet, you eventually started and got into it, until you heard a loud whistle and Akashi’s voice announcing the end of today’s practice

“I’m expecting you at tomorrow’s practice as well, (Y/N)” said the red-haired captain as soon as you re-entered the gym to take your bag and go home

you answered with a simple nod and left, figuring that you’d just go along with him for a while but secretly do whatever you wanted

or at least that was supposed to be your plan, but something quite unexpected happened

while you had set your mind to obey whatever the captain wanted from you, you caught yourself actually having fun during the guys’ practice

you did know a little about basketball even without the book’s help, but as you gradually read chapter after chapter and actually witnessed the real thing before you every single day, you came to truly enjoy it

there were always some rumors that Rakuzan’s basketball team was on an entirely different level and you finally saw why

the four players that always accompanied Akashi on the court were some kind of prodigies the others referred to as the “Uncrowned Kings” or the new and improved version of “The phantom sixth man”

during your first days of hearing those rather over the top nicknames, you couldn’t help but laugh out loud

These four having such titles? Don’t mess with me, that’s just hilarious!

and even if you were the only one laughing at it while the others simply looked away, your laughs were shut down pretty quickly as soon as you saw how they played

seeing just how powerful and overall perfect they seemed to be made you even more pissed off than you already were

luckily you were standing right next to the gym’s door so you cracked it open, leaned yourself on its frame, and began smoking one of your self-rolled joints

“Wow (Y/N), I didn’t know you smoked! You look really cool!”

the sudden compliment from the cheerful blond with the sharp canine caught you off guard, not to mention that he was the first one besides Akashi to even attempt some sort of conversation...and it made you unexpectedly happy

“Thanks, I guess?...would you like to have a pull?”

you couldn’t help but smirk at how his eyes lit up after nodding multiple times and just as he was about to take the softly smoking joint from your hand, someone snatched it and threw it out, closing the door in the process

that someone was Reo, whose eyes looked down on you with a rather hurt and sad expression

out of nowhere, he took a gentle hold of your cheeks and softly tilted your head up so that you could look him directly into his mesmerizing eyes

“I’ve been meaning to tell you this, but smoking is bad for you (Y/N)-chan. You’re such a beautiful young lady and being a crackhead just doesn’t suit you, you know?”

thanks to the soft tone with which he’d complimented and lectured you, you just couldn’t be mad at him

but before you could even say anything you felt a big and strong hand slap your back with so much force that you almost fell right into Kotaro’s arms

“Geez, Nebuya you brute, how many times do I have to tell you to be more careful!”

completely ignoring the tall man’s protest the more muscular man simply laughed and took a tight hold of your upper arm saying: “All she needs are more muscles and meat on her and she’ll make a great opponent!”

the way the three of them had surrounded you while laughing at each other’s comments and even making you part of their discussion warmed your heart, and you caught yourself thinking that being the manager of this team might not be such a bad idea after all...

.

the day of the practice match came along and you were a bundle of nerves

who would’ve thought that you’d actually prefer going to the gym to check up on the players instead of straight-up heading back home

much to your surprise, it didn’t even take you three days to get almost every club member to respect you, sure there were obstacles along the way, but you managed to deal with them rather quickly

not too long ago, you had actually helped out Mayuzumi, who usually avoided you and barely ever talked to you

you had been on your way to your usual spot to light up a joint and just before you cut the corner you heard some loud voices

“Just ‘cause you’re in the basketball club, doesn’t make you special!”

“What’s with those dead-looking fish eyes of yours anyway?”

“C’mon guys, don’t you see that we’re wasting his precious reading time here? Let’s hurry up and scram so that he can continue reading his novel!”

you had no idea just what the hell was going on, but it sounded a lot like someone was getting bullied and you weren’t in the mood to let it slide

“Ok guys, I need you to wrap whatever this is up. I’m in a rather bad mood right now and I really need a smoke, so get going” you said in a rather dark tone

the students who had encircled someone you couldn’t quite identify yet jumped a little at your sudden intervention and turned their attention to you

all remarks they had prepared for you were gone the moment they realized just who was standing in front of them

nevertheless, the group remained stubborn and tried to chase you away by asking you to wait for a little

while you were dealing with the group, the person they had ganged up on stood up from the ground and that’s when you finally recognized who they were bullying

Isn’t that...Mayuzumi?

and at that moment something inside of you clicked

with confident steps, you made your way to the tall young man and placed a hand on his shoulder

“There you are and here I was thinking you’d bailed on me” you began as you gently squeezed his shoulder, giving him a signal to make him play along before you continued, “I got your stuff, you got the money?”

thanks to his constant poker face and slight nod the group of bullies was instantly on their guard

in order to give them their last push you pulled out a small and transparent bag with white powder out of your pocket

“You guys are still here? Sorry, but if you wanted a package you should’ve told me beforehand. Just so you know, it isn’t going to be cheap.”

seconds later the group finally gave up and stormed off, murmuring something about it not being worth the trouble

as soon as they were gone you let out a loud sigh of relief and crouched down, exclaiming how relieved you were that it was finally over

your sudden reaction caught the young man off guard and at first, he was stomped at what to do but he eventually crouched down next to you

“If you were that scared you shouldn’t have helped me in such an...unorthodox way. They might snitch on you, you know?”

you couldn’t help but giggle at the rather clumsy way he tried to thank and reassure you

“It’s fine even if they do, the teachers wouldn’t be surprised anyway and besides...that bag contains nothing more but some makeup powder I got from Reo to...to hide the bags under my eyes.”

even though you whispered the last part Mayuzumi still heard it and then chuckled

since then he actually began listening to you and even talked to you whenever no one was around

the other three were fond of you since day one so you had no trouble dealing with them whatsoever, or protecting them for that matter

someone was making rude remarks about Nebuya while he ate his daily portion of meat (which equaled five of yours)?

you’d tap them on the shoulder, lean on them and say that they were lucky enough he didn’t hear them, or else he might actually devour them instead

hearing how people made fun of Reo’s way of talking and even shun him for his behavior behind his back?

you’d directly go up to them and intentionally talk in a loud voice for everyone to hear how cowardly they were and how their behavior would drag their beloved school’s reputation down if you decided on making it public

witnessing how naive and warm-hearted Kotaro got roped into some even shadier business than what you were up to with sugarcoated words?

you’d do something similar to how you saved Mayuzumi back then: threats and bluffs and luckily all of them worked out in your favor

the only one who needed more time to warm up to you was Akashi

it was obvious that he hadn’t approved of you despite your (in your eyes) good performance during the first practice match

he’d simply nodded in the end and coldly stated that he’d accept this rather poor performance, warning you that there would be consequences if you don’t improve yourself

back then the others had joined you on the bench and were trying to cheer you up by saying that the red-haired young man was usually that demanding, but only towards people he knew had the potential...in a way he was trying to bring forth your hidden talent

with these sweet words and your own ambition to prove yourself to the seemingly perfect emperor, you finally started taking the club more serious than you’d originally intended

.

..

What did he just say..?

“Sei-chan, y-you....you can’t be serious”

“Akashi...”

said man turned towards you guys with a warm but twisted smile as he stretched his hand out towards you

“I swear to you, that if we lose this match, I will leave the club and...gouge both of my eyes out, and give them to you.”

after that proclamation each of the players gave it more than just their all, even you who could do nothing but cheer them on from the bench began analyzing everything you could from your team’s opponents

during that very emotional match, you found yourself praying multiple times that your team wins and not only because of Akashi’s oath but because you knew just how much they had trained for this

additionally, Kotaro and the others told you that this match was of utmost importance to the captain and his former teammates, all the more reason for you to worry

.

sadly in the end you guys lost and you were too overwhelmed with everything that had transpired in the last quarters

Zone? What the hell is that?

Another Akashi? How is something like that even possible?

the entire Rakuzan team walked back to the locker room in complete silence and that silence remained until all of them had changed their clothes

“(Y/N)-chan, let’s go,” said Reo in a gentle and silent tone as he gently squeezed your shoulder

“Y-You guys can go on ahead, I still have to check something” you answered with an apologetic smile

you were thankful that the young man could read the mood and agreed, so you re-entered the locker room, looking around searching for something

the moment you wanted to take a step forward, your legs gave out and you fell to your knees

H-Huh..? What’s w-wrong with me, I-I need to get up...

no matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t muster the strength to stand up, and before you knew it, tears had started rolling down your cheeks without stopping

frustration, despair, anger, and sadness overcame you and at some point you caught your thoughts drifting off in a direction you had never taken before

with trembling hands, you took a small package full of some kind of powder out of your jacket and looked at it

you weren’t the type to resort to real hardcore drugs and as of late you had been so busy with the team that even your usual smoke breaks became less and less, but now...

just as you were about to open the small bag in your hands the door to the changing room slowly opened

“A-Akashi...?”

the young man looked at you with a worried expression and as soon as he saw what you held in your hands he grew even sadder

without saying anything he simply walked towards you, kneeled down, and embraced you

you were quite shocked at first, but too emotionally tired to resist at this point so you simply let him comfort you

he told you that these overwhelming emotions you were going through right now were normal and absolutely understandable in this situation, and even without you saying how guilty you felt for the boys’ loss he calmed you down by stating that one person alone could not be at fault for an entire team’s failure

.

that day engraved itself in your brain and you promised yourself that you’d give it your all and even go further beyond it, just so you wouldn’t have to see the sad faces of the people who had given you a chance and loved you for who you are, including all of your “flaws”

unbeknownst to you, they had also found the same resolution as you

the day on which they had lost their match against Seirin made them realize that there was indeed something lacking in their way of playing basketball, and in order to improve that they had to start with a rather peculiar mission, namely to make you, their manager, proud and make sure that you never cried ever again...

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