#tw.toxic relationship

[jaegerbby]

➳ crude intentions

--͙[keigo takami x female! reader]-͙-

╰┈➤ word count; 2280

╰┈➤ rundown; just about everyone loves hawks, except you.

╰┈➤ caution; scumbag! fratboy! hawks, noncon undertones, boob job (they are described as small), size kink, use of bitch, hair pulling, facial, toxic dynamic, mentions of sex with other girls.

hawks- keigo!

it is keigo to you.

who wants to fuck your titties but they are so little.

somehow, he has you stripped bare on his sheets despite not knowing if his door is locked.

it is nothing new to a group of frat boys!

they fuck on a daily, you heard about the countless girls that come to this house in particular. how did you let yourself become one of them?

truthfully, you never had a choice to begin with.

keigo is too big, he is a lot bigger than you and right now you can see it more than ever. he has to hold his weight off your abdomen to avoid crushing you. not that it is difficult when he is so strong.

you already had his mouth all over the flesh of your tits. he has sucked and licked and left the darkest marks. now his cock lays thick and heavy on your sternum.

at one point, you cried and cried but you learnt that crying does not fix anything. it does not stop anything. your head is tilted away, his cock is so long it brushes against your throat.

"you don't have much to work with." he laughs like it is some funny joke. he says it so casually as if he is not violating you for the nth time.

"some of the chicks i fucked." he whistles "their tits were huge, were practically swallowing my dick." you want to vomit.

you want to throw up all over him. you absolutely hate him, you despise him. while other girls thought about getting fucked in 107 positions by hawks, you thought of 107 ways to murder keigo.

the way you glare up at him does nothing to help your case. all he does is grin because it makes him harder. his eyes grow hooded, rough fingers tangling at the roots of your hair. his grip grows tighter and tighter.

you did not want to give him the satisfaction of a reaction but he binds the strands so tight you swear he would rip them out. you shriek, just what he was waiting for. his expression is all too pleased.

"don't get jealous, baby. no one could compare to you. you're my favourite." that means nothing. you do not want that, you do not want to be anything to him.

he gives your hair one firm tug before releasing it. the throbbing in your head has your face contorting in pain. his callous thumb swipes over your lips, applying pressure until you let him in. he does not stop there, no, he never does.

instead he is shoving the digit so deep in your mouth that you gag. it hits the back of your throat so aggressively tears prick your eyes. his eyes widen in a crazed way, taking your jaw into his hold.

"listen to me, stick your tongue out and push your tits together." his thighs strain on either side of you. his cock is red and aching where it bobs on your chest. it begs for attention. from the swollen mushroom tip to the vein throbbing along the underside.

you swallow hard, your arms coming up to push together the mounds on your chest but they are so little they only form a small valley for him. keigo breathes shakily, a curse leaving his mouth.

you expect some smart comment but he surprisingly says nothing. his free hand holds the thick base of his hefty erection and he squeezes hard, teeth gritting. pre cum drips from his slit onto your chest and it is hot compared to your skin.

"stick your fucking tongue out." his hand fists the pillow beside your head as he slightly hunches over you. you do not want to stick your tongue out, you do not want to taste him. he always wants with you, he does not know when to stop. he is already desecrating your body so why does he want more than that?

you hesitate, a sharp breath leaving you before your tongue slips out and your mouth is slightly open. you are terrified. your breasts do not offer much. you would not be surprised if he decides to shove his cock down your throat instead. you desperately hope he does not.

"good." he chokes on the sticky saliva pooling in his mouth "good bitch." good girl, he wanted to say good girl. you deserve better. someone a million times better than him but he will not let anyone else have you.

he presses his tip to your wet muscle, the salty tastes filling your mouth. you lay there, a million things on your mind as he shifts his hips to drag his cock between your barely there chest.

his bulky thighs flex and he borderline whimpers while humping his hips and dragging his cock along your sternum. he relishes in the softness of the flesh that is brushing the sides of his length.

you can only look up at him, with something close to disdain. there are a lot of willing girls with so much more to offer, why does keigo do this to you? his hand roughly caresses your cheek before resting beside your head.

he anchors himself and his thrusts pick up. he humps his aching erection, his leaky cock pulsing along you. he groans endlessly, his lips reddened from all the biting. "feel so fuckin good."

his head presses into your twitching tongue with every fuck of his hips and saliva leaks from your mouth because you do not dare to close it. the web of liquid only growing messier.

above you, keigo is gorgeous. that is incontestable. everyone knows it. his abs flex, relaxing and contracting as he has his way with you. pecs tight and full, his biceps are bulging.

and his face, he looks like an angel.

he looks like he is sculpted from marble and his mere existence is a blessing. too bad he knows it all too well.

in a different world, at a different time when keigo did not act or do the things he did, you would have been in love with him. it is too late for that in this life though.

"you're so fucking annoying." his voice breaks, movements growing more flurried and desperate until your body moves under the weight of his thrusts.

keigo finds you unbearable. unbearably kind, unbearably sweet, unbearably pretty.

you are unbearable because keigo wants you the most in the world and he cannot have you. it is his fault at the end of it.

"why does it have to be you?" he whines. why are you the only one who renders him into a love sick fool? why are you the only one he wants?

more cum leaks onto your tongue, leaving slick strands every time he pulls back. you wonder the same thing every single waking moment. why you? you wonder what awful thing you did in a past life to be here now.

keigo is breathless. you look good like this, you look stunning with syrupy liquid on your tongue as long as it is his.

your hair is all messy and you are glassy eyed but you do not cry. in fact, you have not cried in a while. keigo wants so badly to see it again.

you are so pretty. too pretty and too good and you're letting him fuck your little tits and he thinks every time he sees you, you are more gorgeous than the last. every position he has you in, makes him want you more.

you are like a drug. you are needed in his system permanently, he craves that euphoric feeling only you can provide. he needs you or he will withdraw and when he withdraws he feels like he will die.

he needs you in larger doses, he needs more and more from you.

and you, well you think of him as a parasite. one that has buried himself under your skin and drains every ounce of life from you.

keigo brushes your hair from your face, his head dragging along your tongue that is so warm and wet and feels so perfect. strands of his cum cover it, some leaking onto your chest as he shoves his cock along your tits.

he does not want anyone else the way he wants you. his balls mush against your abdomen, full and heavy and keigo cannot stop the way his moans are coated in desperation.

you are so little under him, his cock looks too big for you. it is too much for you but you always take him so well.

"you mess with my head. you're too fucking pretty. why do i only want to fuck you?" he rambles but it is not what he wants to say. it is insanely difficult to put together his words when he is around you. maybe that is why he fucked up this badly.

his large palm spans across your chest, over his cock that is incessantly throbbing. the veins along it pulse and the purplish head aches.

"i only want to be around you." his face contorts in pain at his own admission. he fucks his hips faster almost to distract him from what he finally managed to say. his heated cock strokes your skin.

the soft flesh of your chest and having you under him like this has his hips stuttering. his muscles tense, every single one defined as his entire body trembles and he grips the base of his cock.

he jerks himself quickly and roughly, thick strands of cum shoot onto your tongue before he aims his tip to spew it all over your face. he continues to stroke his cock while runny cum streams down your features.

you squeeze your eyes shut. you absolutely hate him. you release your breasts, breathing heavily as you try to gain some composure.

his body is still overtaken by the sensation of cumming. keigo pants above you, his pink lips parting. he will never get sick of seeing you with his cum all over your face. although he knows you do not like it.

he shakes his cock before shifting off of you. with his back facing you, you see bright red wings tattooed on his skin that definitely do not belong to an angel.

he reaches for his phone while you shakily breathe. he looks at it for a moment then drops it to the sheets. you have the urge to shove him away when he turns to you, his hand trailing between your legs.

"i got training soon but i have time to get you off." you meet his eyes, there is not an ounce of remorse in them. you push his hand away but the only reason it moves is because he did not expect it.

"don't touch me." you sit up, wiping cum from your face and disgusts coats your expression. you feel repulsive. you desperately need to be anywhere but near him.

keigo grips your arm before you can think of leaving. he leans in with furrowed brows and a clenched jaw. "what the fuck? i can touch you, i can touch you whenever i want to." his gaze is accusatory as if you were the wrong one.

"that's why my cum is all over your face. that's why i fuck you almost every day because i can touch you. don't fucking tell me not to." his hands cup your cheeks to pull your mouth to his. he wastes no time in shoving his tongue in and roughly moving his lips along yours.

almost like a reminder, almost like he needed to lay claim for his sake more than yours. he relents despite your lack of reciprocation and the tenseness in your body.

he pulls back with spit coating his lips. keigo gazes over your face, he gently brings your figure closer to him. "you know how i get when you talk like that so stop saying those things" he softly says although his words are covered in severity.

you feel encompassed by him. he is all you can smell and see. he leans in again to brush his lips over yours, fingers teasing your inner thigh. "come watch me train." his voice is deep.

"let me fuck you now and then you can show those girls who has me." he muses like having him was a blessing. like having him meant something.

you did not want him. you never wanted him. he has not seen you cry in so long but right now you think you just might break. he guides you right back into his sheets, pressing your legs to your chest as his stiffened cock prods your sodden cunt.

keigo gets to take and take from you without consequence. he gets to act like this is all okay. you have to let him fuck and cum and do what he wants with you.

then, he takes you to training with him, dressed in his clothes and smelling like him. he parades you around like a trophy to all the girls he already fucked.

you can still feel him on your skin and it makes you sick.

they keep talking and looking at you with so much anger, like you took something from them but you are the only one who is being taken apart.

they will not stop talking about hawks, hawks who is constantly flashing you smiles when he makes a goal. who comes over every time to kiss you and hold you like he means it.

like he has not done all the things that haunt you.

keigo makes you sick.

first fic :D

#🩷.bnha #hawks smut #pro hero hawks #bnha keigo #keigo smut #hawks x reader #keigo takami #keigo x reader #san.stories #tw.toxic relationship #tw.noncon #tw.dark content #📁.size kink #bnha smut #mha smut

[sleazysquid]

For the requests: Do you think Dabi is into any sort of piss marking? Like internal urination/golden showers, just filthy stuff that marks you as his? I've been thinking about this a lot and always kinda waver.

Smh putting me tf out with this one I’m in adoration omg. So many approaches to this it’s hard to choose one… but I really wanna fixate on the watersports, power aspect, I feel like there isn’t a lot of love out there for that sort of fetish so.. I might have gotten a little carried away with this ask…

This Is What The Devil Does (Dabi x Reader):

Word Count: 1.1k

Tags/warnings: female reader, HEAVY watersports action, a little bit of some power play happening here, scent marking, public humiliation (f receiving), established relationship, dubcon kinkplay, a little bit of dumbification and noncon pic taking at the end.

I’m definitely leaning towards Dabi being the one to bring it up at some point or finding out on accident that the both of you have a kink for it. Maybe via… starting out as a joke and peeing on you in the shower? When he’s in the comfort of your home, he’s usually kind and loving behind closed doors. In public though? He loves to treat you lower than dirt at times.

You’ve learned that at any point if you’re walking down the streets he can just pull you into an alleyway to use you as his personal, and quite beautiful, urinal. Depending on his mood he may or may not actually aim for your mouth. Not a day goes by where you’re not swallowing a few warm (sour) gulps of his urine, opting to wipe the tip clean on your hair. It’s safe to say most of his bodily fluids have been either consumed or worn as a fashion accessory now. You nearly die of embarrassment showing up to a league meeting knowing you fucking reek of his piss. It gets him off when someone asks, “god what’s that smell?” Knowing it’s you, and watching you slowly back away from group. Even through all the precautions you take, having fresh clothes to change into in your backpack, he finds out pretty quickly and snags the clothes when you’re occupied with something else before going out.

“How else are people supposed to know you’re mine? You said you were game for anything, so. I don’t see why you’re making such a sour face when I’m just doing what you asked. Besides, your tits look great when they’re in a piss soaked shirt.” He quips while tucking himself back in, lightly slapping your face before offering the same hand to help you off your knees.

Over time, Dabi’s grown confident in himself and this newfound power dynamic. You’re his and his alone. He may let the other men in the group make their snide comments towards you, but at the end of the day you’re the one covered in his scent at all times. But of course, it’s not just the power, or the embarrassment, but most of all the act itself. He gets creative, searching for more ways to incorporate piss play more and more.

What would be the ultimate conquest than to go inside? He’s contemplated back and forth about this idea— the health consequences perhaps… he does care to a degree, but how good it’ll feel to possibly both of you (but especially him). His communication isn’t the best in your relationship. Most of these bursts of kink occur spontaneously. On a normal night, he’s got you in a mating press. Your legs are a little achy from staying like that for so long. The heat from his hands inadvertently climbing up in temperature from how rough he’s fucking you. That familiar sinister smirk peaks up from the corners of his mouth.

“ ‘want me to fill you up, baby?” He questions in a low husk. The vague wording skirting around your thoroughly fucked mind.

You nod, begging him with your voice breaking with each jolt of his hips, “please fucking fill me up, I need it so bad!”

“Hah.. you asked for it..”

A sudden warmth surges through your entire body. His mouth falls open, a long sigh drawls out from the depths of his scarred chest. Eyes flittering ever so slightly from the feeling of relief, losing focus but trying to maintain contact with you. You begin squirming beneath him. This isn’t right, this shouldn’t be happening— it’s taken too far, you’ve been pretty open to everything he’s asked to try, but this is something way out of your comfort zone, something that hadn’t ever been discussed before. Clammy palms hold you down and force you to be even more of just a warm receptacle. His other hand snakes its way to your clit, forcing involuntary spurts of your orgasm follow suit; and coupled with the hot constant stream, it forces you to cum harder around his pissing cock. You feel so full from the ridiculous amount he’s letting into you. It overflows and dampens the sheets beneath you, dripping in every possible nook and fold while soiling his legs.

“It feels… so warm. I feel… so full.” You breathe out as the initial shock wears off and twists into dumbed down euphoria. You’re already so warm to him, so inviting. A personal slut who loves milking his cock for his cum, and now his piss. It’s such a strange sensation but you’re instantly fixated on it, on him, him, only him, and everything about him. You cry out his name as he empties his bladder inside your throbbing pussy, singing praises and begging him to start moving again.

“You really like it that much, huh?” Dabi’s face lights up.

“Fuck yes! Please… fuck yes!! Please start moving, I wanna feel it more, please Dabi??” Your dumbed down brain can’t even fully form sentences anymore, just little begs like a lost puppy.

You’re both in such a vulnerable state even with him having the upper hand, he can’t help but give in to your cute little pleas. His hips snap against you at a harsh tempo; creating disgusting, sopping wet noises that compete with the volume of your moans as his piss sloshes around inside you to a disgusting degree. Dabi’s not sure how long he can even last in this state anymore as you’re now fully intentionally sucking his cock in and out, creating a tight silky friction that makes him feel like he could cum at any second now. Arms outreach to him—inviting to become even closer to your body more than ever; you grip the fluffy black locks as he fixes open mouth kisses around the corners of your lips. With hands now on either side of your head, gently caressing, he chokes out beautiful breathy moans that fan over the shell of your ear as he spills hot spurts of his seed inside your spent cunt.

When he pulls out, a mixture of piss and cum flow out of your abused pussy. The filthy sight of it nearly hardens him back up. He’s tempted to try and coax another round or two out of you, but right now you look thoroughly exhausted and completely drenched in sweat. So he does what all great boyfriends do, gently lifts you up and gets you to the tub to help clean you up of course, but not before pulling out his phone to take a couple pictures. You just look too delicious and ruined to not memorialize such a feat.

3am: Dabi sent a photo to the groupchat

“I told you I’m keeping this one all to myself, you fucking creeps.”

#tw.piss #tw.watersports #tw.humiliation #tw.dumbification #tw.dubcon #dabi x reader #touya x reader #tw.omorashi #tw.toxic relationship

[cutieshonie]

♪ → YOU MAKE ME WANT TO SCREAM! ← ♪

pairing; scaramouche, ayato, childe, kaveh , gn!reader

content warnings; toxic relationships, unhealthy relationships, toxic boys, smut, arguments, verbal abuse, rough sex, making up sex, crying, degrading, emontional abuse(?), reader has no vision and is just a normal citizen, attempted physical abuse, dubcon, attempted killing(? Idk scara almost uses electro to shock you), threats of murder

notes; I was listening to mars argo and this song made me have a idea, (it's called runaway) and @cutiesgawr said that I should do like toxic smut or angst thing, while their doing another lyric one ! These boys are toxic, so deal with me ;3 btw

🎞️ SCARAMOUCHE is rather someone that makes you want to scream, his arrogant attitude, his ignorance. His neglection to you, your relationship. All he wanted to do was to get that gnosis, take revenge on those who wronged him. His cruel words, you finally had enough as you can feel tears coming. It wasn't due to sadness but rather due to anger, you harshly rubbed at your eyes as you clenched your fist. You bit at your bottom lip, you inhaled and exhaled. "Scaramouche, I thi-" before you could say your words, he cutted you off. "Just leave me alone, I don't want to deal with you." He said, looking at you with a blank look. You suck on a breath, you wanted to scream right there. "Scara! You bastard! Can you atleast pretend that you care!?" You yelled, you glared at him, he had a dark tint in his eyes as he smiles and looks at you. "Why should I care? I didn't even need you! I could fucking kill you!" He screamed, you stepped back as he laughs and walks towards you. "What's wrong, baby?" He teased. "Where's all your confidence gone? Hah?" He said, you flinch as he corners you, he lets out some electro, seeing a purple light makes you more scared. Your body shakes in fear, how dumb can you be to say that to someone who has an advance! "Hm, you work for that fox girl. Right?" You peek open your eyes as you slowly nod your head. What was he going to do? He leans towards you, his lips landing on yours, you gasp as you push on his chest. Your hands slowly fall to your side, was he finally giving you attention, he pulls away as you whine. He chuckles as rubs at your hips. "I am sorry, baby.. how about I make it up to you~?" He says in a melodic voice, your face feels hot as you nod. He sucks on your neck and bites on it softly, you gasp as you realize that he was going to do it outside. His hands land on your legs as he makes you wrap your legs around him. "mfhm! Scara, w-were outside!" You cried, he hums as he take soff your lower clothing, you closed your eyes as he takes off his lower clothing. Revealing his hard dick, he aims it at your hole. He pushes into you, going you down as you slowly take him. "Mmh!" He groans and moves quickly, you gasp and cling onto him, your back is against the wall as he slams into you, his dick hitting those special spots in you, it makes you go dizzy. You can see stars, he groans in your ear, your hole clenches move around him, your toes begin to curl, you moan loudly. Not caring for someone heard you or not, your eyes roll back as you climax. You let out a sigh, he lets out a small moan as scara climaxes, you can feel his dick twitching in you, you can feel him filling you up. He gently sits you down, your mind feels all mushy. Scara can be a bastard but I guess your into bastards like him!

🕰️ AYATO is a wealthy and praised man, a perfect husband! He was but he wasn't so great, his silver tongue wasn't something that was healthy. Him manipulating you, and everyone else made you mad. How stupid can you be for not realizing it! You have a smile to Thoma as you walk by him, he gave you a smile. You walk down the halls to his office, standing infront of his office, you exhaled as you open the door, ayato was at his desk. Writing on papers, he looks up and smiles, he looks back down, you walk towards him, you were going to talk about his behaviour and actions. "Ayato, I want to speak to you" you remained calm. "Hm? What is it, sweetie?" He said, you sighed. "Why are you manipulating me?" You said, he looks at you and tilts his head... His simple action made you mad, how can he pretend that he doesn't know?! "I feel taken advantage of!" You yelled out, he smiles softly and looks at you. "Ah? What do you mean dearest? Why are you talking crazy?" He said, you clenched your fist as you glared at him. You wanted to scream at him so badly. "Stop pretending! Ayato, you know how cruel it is!" You slammed your fists onto his desk, he doesn't say anything as he looks down and looking at the messy desk. "Sweetie" he got up and you backed away, he smiles as he grabs your wrists. Twirling you around as he gently lays you on his desk, you glare up at him. "Dearest, I could never, I think you been to stressed... How about I make it up to you?" He said, you raised up an eyebrow, what did he mean. He goes down as he looks up at you, his lips curling into a smile. "Wha—!" You let out a moan as his mouth lands in your crotch, you games down at him. "What do you say?" You gripped at the desk, your heart was racing. Your eyes were focused on him and you didn't even feel yourself nodding to his question. His mouth goes back to your crotch, sucking at your sex through your clothing, he smirks as you whine. He takes off your lower clothing, looking at your underwear. He smirks and take sit off, slowly. You whined and he lets out a chuckle, he was amused by you. His tongue touches your sex as he slowly licks at it, his mouth goes on your sex, licking and sucking. You moaned and closed your eyes, your eyes roll back as his mouth doesn't stop pleasuring your sex. Your sex leaks out your pre-cum/juices, you gasped as his teeth touches your sex. Your eyes were completely rolled back, your chest goes up and down, you were seeing stars. He kept on going, soon you were to climax, he sucks more harder, you whined and grip at his hair. You climaxed. "How about we continue later, after I finish work, m'kay?" You nod, he smiles.

🪐 CHILDE is a dangerous man you feel inlove with, his job was risky to be with. His bloodlust and wanting to fight was also dangerous, you grip at your clothing as he practiced and practiced and kept seeking out the blonde traveler. Didn't he know that he can get hurt?! Your hands grasped your clothing, he loved you and you know that! He would give you anything but he was selfish. He wanted power and he kills people, he kills so that he can satisfy his needs, his killing and fighting does that for him. Childe craves more and the world gives him so little, he comes back battered! You didn't like that and you always wanted to scream at him, you feel powerless. You didn't equal to him at all, he had a advance to you already but he was a bigger advance! You gripped at your clothing as you wait for him, you wanted to confess how you felt and you hoped that he wouldn't take it the wrong way. You got up as you faced him, he had some cuts in him, he looks at you and smiles sheepishly. "Childe, can I tal-" he walks by you, you look at him as glared at him. "Listen to me!" You screamed, he stops in his tracks as he turns to look at you. You exhaled and clenched your fist as you tried to hold in your anger. "What is it?" He said. "Stop, being so.." you said, muttering. "What? Stop being what?" He said. "Stop being you!" You blurt out. "What? Stop being me?" He said, his eyes having a dark tint. "That's not what I meant! I meant being so... Selfish!" You yelled out, he glares at you. His glare makes you get goosebumps. "Selfish? Hah! How am I being selfish?" He said, taking a step to you as you take a step back. "I am giving you all you want and you call me selfish? Don't make me laugh!" He said, you flinched. "Argh! See! You don't get what I mean and you just want more and more!" You screamed to him. "More and more of what! All you do is stay at home while I do my job and you dare to speak to me like that?!" He screamed and he takes steps towards, his hand raises up as his weapon comes out. Your eyes widen as you fall to ground, you look up at him as a dark shadow covers his face, he drops to floor as he holds your cheek. "Sorry, baby" he says, you look at him in confusion. "Sorry, baby. Semes like we are both stressed, I didn't mean it..." He said, he kisses you. "Sweet baby, how about we forget about all of this. I think we both need to get rid of our stresses.." he says, you look at him as his hand lays on your thigh. You gasp as he smiles at you, looking at you with a warm look. You were both mad at eachother and now he wants to have sex? You tried your best to be mad and say no but he looks so sweet and warm... What happens if this your last chance if this happening, you and Childe never had sex in while .. you nod your head as he kisses you. Slipping his tongue into your mouth, lifting you up as he lays you on the bed. Your hands gripping at his shoulders. You kiss him as he fastly takes off your clothing and his, his dick is standing up as it leaks out some pre-cum, you moaned when his dick touches your skin. His dick teases your hole before he finally enters you, he puts you in a mating press. Your legs tucked as he kisses you before moving fast. "Fuck... Baby, you feel so good~" he says, his dick hitting spots in you, fast and hard. You can feel yourself ready to cum, your eyes roll back due to his fast movements. "Ahh! Childe!" You cried, your hands grip at his hips as he slams into you. His fast, needy actions show as he is about to climax. Moaning and groaning into your ear, your eyes roll back as you arch your back. His dick hitting at spot in you, your hole clenches and you climax. He kisses your neck and he slams into you, his dick twitching and he fills your hole up. We'll your selfish for his dick and his love and he seems to be selfish for your body and love!

🚬 KAVEH is someone you admire, his job and how hard he works. But he works about to hard, it's quite concerning. He was a sweet lovable man that you loved so much but you he doesn't spend time with you that much. You know he is busy but does he have to drink, it isn't a the best way to escape from struggles. You wanted to talk about it with him, you wanted him to take a rest and just focus on himself and you. You smiled as you set up dinner ans the bed, you pat yourself on your back, you wait for him. "KAVEH!" You got up as you heard the door open, you see your blonde boyfriend, he looks at you. You smile as your hand rests on his shoulder, you tilt your head. "L-leave me *hic* alone!" He said, you look at him as your eyebrows furrowed, he was drunk. You could smell it on his breath, you sighed and smiled. "Kaveh, I made us dinn-" he walks by you and towards the bedroom door. "I don't want!" He cried, you grab his wrist. "Kaveh, you have to stop" you said, he glares at you. "Just leave me alone" he said, you frowned and point at the table. "Kaveh, I made us dinner and drink some water." You said, his eyes roll. You kept in bothering him as you try to drag him to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. He shakes his head and he groans, you want to scream at him. He wants listening and you were starting to get mad. He pushes you as you gasp and look at him, he opens his mouth. He starts spewing out nonsense and words that hurt to you, you grit your teeth and he moves to you. His hand raises up as you lift up your arms. He stops as he sobs, you look at him and he stops to the floor..wiping away his tears. "Sorry.... I am just a fucking mess, I don't want to hurt you and I am so sorry!" He sobs, your eyes tear up and you hug him. It wasn't his fault. "I am so sorry, sweetie.." he cries, you nod your head and kisses his cheek. He loks at you as he kisses you, his hands under your shirt. You pull away. "Kaveh, your drunk an-" he cuts you off. "No... It's okay, I want it, I I want to make it up to you... My love" he says, you smile and he nods his head. You both make your way to the bedroom as you both tangle with eachother, hands in hair as you makeout, you moan and whimper. "I love you so much, I am so sorry, baby.." he says, kissing your chest as he takes off his pants in a hurry, holding you close. "I love you too!" You say, you moan when his dick enters you. You wipe away your tears as he fucks you. Bending you as his tongue sucks on yours, fucking you slow then faster. Your eyes roll back and he begins to moan really loud. Whimpering in your ear as he goes faster, getting sloppy. Your legs tremble in pleasure and his dick twitches. Warning you for his soon-climax. You kisses him harder, slamming your lips together, you both climax at the same time, holding eachother close. You smile and look at him, h kisses your neck and smiles. Well the food probably goes gone cold but oh well!

#tw.toxic #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scara x reader #scara smut #childe x reader #childe smut #kavhe x reader #kaveh smut #ajax x reader #ajax smut #toxic relationships #arguments #🕰️honie's stories #🚬honie's drugs #🎞️honie's film #🪐honie's ring #ayato x reader #ayato smut #tw.abuse

[planetsano]

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 𖥔 ⭒ ִ ׂ 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: (𝟏) 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — you’ve got a real big crush on sanzu but your brothers can’t find out or else you’ll be in a lot of trouble.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — dark themes, stepcest, filming sexual acts, prostitution mention, cruel punishments, (light) blackmail, slight voyeurism, toxic relationships, naive reader.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 — ran haitani, rindo haitani & sanzu haruchiyo.

Ding!

Sanzu.

Attachment: (1) video.

“The hell did Sanzu send me a video for?” Ran mumbles lazily.

“You got it too?” Rindo’s head lifts, his sleepy looking eyes meeting his older brother’s as he sits on the other leather sofa on the other side of the glass coffee table. Dozens upon dozens of neatly stacked bands of cash were placed on the coffee table, as well as old fashioned glasses with a bit of brown liquor filled halfway and a zip lock bag filled with buds of marijuana and other accessories alike.

“Seems so..” Ran replies, watching his brother bring the blunt from his lips down to exhale a large white cloud from his lungs. Rindo puts out the blunt by smushing the gently into the glass table then setting it to the side.

“Let’s play it then?” Rindo says. They both manage to click play at the same time with both volumes syncing up near perfectly.

As the camera lens comes into focus, the flash dissipates and they see you, their sweet, sweet baby sister on her knees nestled in between the knees of a pair of purple pinstripe dressed thighs. Almost immediately the two brothers had a sense of unease settling in the pit of their stomachs as they saw your pretty face look past the camera. A worried look plastered on your face as you looked at the bubblegum pink haired man behind the camera. You wore a pout on your glossed lips, the specs of glitter picking up on camera due to the flash. Your hands rested on his thighs with your false lashes sitting pretty on your lash line. They fluttered cutely as you blinked and a strap of your silk mini dress was hanging off your shoulder. Rindo and Ran’s eyes widened when they recognized the dress as something you wore just last night.

The night had been a fun one— a night out at one of Tokyo’s hottest clubs with Bonten’s executives was always exciting. Your brothers were nice enough to let you tag along after enough begging, fake crying and dry humping. They remember everyone coming back to one of Bonten’s designated “hideouts,” It wasn’t very inconspicuous, in fact it was a penthouse right in the heart of Shibuya. They often conducted business there, more often than not there would be a few quiet sleeping heads tucked away in one of the many rooms in the luxurious suite.

You tend to get a bit clingy when you have liquor in your system, so it wasn’t surprising when you were sitting comfortably in Sanzu’s lap with your face nuzzled in his neck. You seemed to have taken a liking to the eccentric man much to your brothers’ dismay. You often hear their lectures about how you can’t trust dangerous men like him and yadda, yadda, yadda. You never listened, it was quite hypocritical of them to lecture you about not trusting men like Sanzu while being in the same exact boat as he is. Truth is, you had a really big crush on Sanzu and he knew it. He liked to play around with you when your brothers weren’t around. Stealing kisses, putting his hands under your skirt, and often covering your mouth while his hard cock bullies it’s way into your tight cunt for a quickie.

Of course Ran and Rindo didn’t know that. They were blissfully ignorant and still believing their precious baby sister is sweet and… as pure as you could be. In their mind, the only cocks you were taking were theirs but that’s simply not the truth. Sanzu’s cock has been fucking its way into their precious pussy for a few months now. It’s amazing how you haven’t gotten caught yet. Letting their guard down was probably one of the worst things they could do because when Sanzu offered to tuck you in last night they didn’t think anything of it. Ran probably should have trusted in intuition, maybe they would be in the position they’re in now: seconds away from watching their little sister suck a cock that doesn’t belong to either of them. Ran and Rindo watched on as the video played.

“I thought you said you weren’t gonna record..” You say softly as your eyes shift to the camera then back up to Sanzu, a soft chuckle heard behind the camera.

“I changed my mind, angel.” Sanzu says simply and your brows furrow upward at the nonchalant tone in his voice, eliciting a small whine from you— almost sounding like a puppy’s whimper. You were so.. cute.

“You’re not gonna show anyone, right..?” You ask, (colored) eyes pleading up to the man holding the camera. Rindo and Ran couldn’t see, but Sanzu has the look of pure enjoyment on his insanely handsome features. He gives you a head pat and a wide, close-eyed smile spreads across his lips.

“No, my eyes only. I swear it.” Sanzu says. A lie. “Stop frowning. It makes pretty girls like you ugly. You don’t want to be ugly, right? No one’s gonna love you if you are.” He adds on. You shake your head at him, still looking at him with puppy eyes with a pout worn on your plump lips.

“No, ‘don wanna be ugly, Sanzu..” You say.

“What the hell is this?” Rindo scowls lightly, his handsome face turning in a mix of aloofness and disgust as he speaks. Ran only shakes his head at his little brother’s words, almost in a patronizing way. He was the older brother after all.

“It seems that our baby sister is a free whore.” Ran says. “Doesn't even have enough respect for herself to charge.”

“I told you we should have whored her out ourselves..” Rindo sighs. “Now she's doing it herself for free.”

“Don’t worry, sweet girl. Stand up, show me your pussy.” Sanzu says. Without a doubt or hesitation, you’re on your feet and the camera shifts upward. Your deep emerald green silk mini dress looks amazing on your body, something Ran had picked out for you just a few days before. You lift the bottom hem of your dress up, pulling it over your hips to expose your bare pussy. You hadn’t been wearing any panties that night. Rindo remembers telling you to keep your legs closed or he’d take you all the way home to put some on. From the looks of it, you were soaking.

“Ah, so cute.” Sanzu coos behind the camera. “Spread your lips so I can see that precious little clit.” He orders softly. You do as you’re told and lift your leg so that your bare foot rests on his thigh, taking your pointer and middle finger to spread your lips so that your clit is on full display. The light from the flash reflects off your slick, a tell all indication that you were incredibly aroused. Rindo feels his mouth water at the sight, he’s always been the one to eat your cunt for his own pleasure— leaving you a shaking and stuttering mess as you try to push his lilac hair away from your core.

“I’m pretty, right, Sanzu?” You look up at him with a hopeful look.

“The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” He confirms, though it only sounds like a write off so you could shut up. “Rub it.” Sanzu orders again and soon your fingertips are working on your clit in circular motions. You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down lightly as you continue your motions— your hips bucking into the air every so often when you hit a particularly good section of nerves in your sensitive bud.

“Like this?” You smile.

“Yeah, I bet that feels good, hm?” Sanzu’s hand comes into view, his slender fingers rubbing the skin of your shin and up to your inner thigh. He reaches forward and moves your hand to replace it with his own. His pointer and middle finger rubbing harshly into your clit before he lands one hard tap on your pussy.

“Ngh, not too hard. ‘S sensitive..” You whimper.

Ran and Rin hate it. They’re fucking livid but they can’t seem to tear their eyes away from their phones. They feel even more disgusted that their cocks are hardening past their expensive dress pants as they watch you spread your cunt like a little fucking slut for another man. Have they not taught you anything? They’re so disappointed in you. Obviously, you need to be taught a lesson. One harsher than the last they gave you, a bruised, near bleeding ass wasn’t enough it seems. Maybe they’d lock you in a closet this time? Give you $50 dollars and make you live homeless for the rest of the remaining week and see how well you fend for yourself.

“I can’t believe this ungrateful slut..” Rindo mumbles under his breath, his throat dry from his own arousal.

“She’ll be back from her shopping trip soon. She’ll be sorry.” Ran adds on, his face void from any emotion but the tent in his pants saying otherwise.

“On your knees, again.” Sanzu says and leans back into the chair he’d been sitting in. He watches you sink back down to your knees, your smaller and manicured nails paling him through his pants. “Yeah.. that’s right.” Sanzu groans. You’re in the middle of taking out his cock when he speaks again.

“Tell me who you love more. Your Sanzu or your brothers?” The question startles both you and your brothers. Rin tensing his shoulders a bit while Ran squints his eyes slightly. They don’t like how long your taking to answer the question because the answer should be fucking obvious. Them. But instead, you look past the camera up at Sanzu with that stupid fucking look on your face.

“I don’t like it when you ask those kinds of questions..” You trail off, hand wrapped loosely around his impressive size.

“Tell me or I’ll send this to—” He's quickly cut off by your cries.

“You! You Sanzu! I love you more! Please don’t tell!” You plead, tears pooling at your eyes almost immediately and you didn’t even let him get the full threat out. You already knew what he was going to threaten you with, he often “teases” you about putting you and his little “relationship” on blast knowing full well Ran and Rindo would go absolutely insane if they found out. You weren’t wrong, because as soon as they see you— you’re in so much trouble to keep it at the simplest of terms.

“Ah, so cute..” Sanzu chuckles. “Relax, I won’t tell. Now come on, put it in your mouth..” He ushers gently.

Ran and Rindo watch on in pure and utter disgust as you lean over to place a glob of spit on the tip of his cock. You dainty hand strokes his shaft in long and leisurely strokes, twisting your hand as you do. You hummed in enjoyment as your tongue gave the underside of his cock one solid lick before swirling your wet muscle over the tip, your eyes looking up at the camera as you do.

Your smile as you looked up at him was so.. Naughty? Mischievous? Playful? Maybe a mix of all of the three. You looked like such a slut taking him into your mouth with such ease. Sanzu should be thanking Rindo and Ran for how well you’re taking his cock down your throat. They’re the ones that trained you to properly take a dick. Sanzu grunts behind the camera, his other hand coming back into frame to grab a fistful of your hair. He holds your head in place and begins to fuck up into your mouth the sounds leaving you so disgusting and obscene as his cock head punches the back of your throat. The two brothers continue to watch, both their cocks incredibly hard, aching for a release at the sight of you getting your mouth fucked.

“Tongue out, angel.” Sanzu says through a grunt. Your hand wraps around his cock once more and gives him quick and short strokes as he nears his release. Sanzu can feel his balls tightening, his thighs tensing up as he’s on the onset of his high. You open your mouth, tongue hanging out awaiting the hot load Sanzu was seconds away from hitting your tongue. The warm muscle was massaging the head of his cock, right on the underside. Sanzu came with a groan of your name, spilling his load all over your pink tongue.

“Say ahh.” Sanzu chuckles breathlessly.

“Ahh~!” You giggle, wiggling your tongue from side to side before pulling it back into your mouth to swallow the seed that sullied your tastebuds.

The video abruptly ends and as if on cue both the brothers get a text from none other than the pink haired psychopath himself.

Sanzu

‘Oops. I didn’t mean to send that.. Your sister’s a bit of a slut isn’t she~? Ah, I’m sure you perverts know that anyway. Do I have your blessing~? ♡’

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[mulberrysilk]

bully!makki who sees a guy from your class(the one u dont have with him) talking to u and he has you in a mating press while at ur place basically yelling you off on how ur his and how that guy that was talking to u doesn’t know how much of a whore you are for makki and makki only💗

Hanamaki Takahiro x reader

cw: bullying, toxic relationship, manipulation, dubcon, Makki spits in your mouth, coercion , degradation

M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T

Your spirits lifted the moment you entered the familiar classroom, glancing at the seats and happy not to be under the the scrutinising gaze of Hanamaki. Here, you felt like a normal student, a normal human, just going to class without the fear or consciousness of making a mistake, or pleasing anyone.

You take to your usual seat in the class, in the mid section behind those nice girls who’d catch you up on the latest news or gossip in campus, or the latest trends. What you didn’t expect was for him to sit next to you. You had been hesitant to be sitting beside him, scared it might get you in trouble but you rethought it, he wasn’t here. It wouldn’t hurt to stop giving the nice guy vague, cold and single worded replies.

He was a nice guy, very nice. Semi was his name, if you remembered correctly.

“I—I think it’s cool you’re in a band,” you murmured, and instantly he lit up beside you, victorious to have heard more from you than silent nods or mere hums.

And just like that, you two kicked off, talking in between the lecture about music preferences and favorite musicians.

But luck wasn’t on your side, Makki who had finished class earlier strode along the corridor with his best friend, your class about to finish too. He was just picking you up as usual. He didn’t expect to have peeked into the class to see you sat beside some boy, one that was all too familiar from his highschool days. The worst of it all was you were smiling, laughing even, giggling softly at whatever he said, an expression he rarely saw you wear with him. His mood dipped and his fists clenched.

When the class was dismissed and you quickly packed up your things, saying goodbye to your friends hastily knowing you shouldn’t keep Makki waiting, he plastered on a smile for you.

You heart stopped at the smile etched on his face, thinking of how handsome he looks when he does smile like that, almost kindly. Makki didn’t miss the way you tucked into his side when you noticed Issei’s presence, wanting to tease you about being scared of his best friend. He placed you in the middle, sandwiched between them as they walked you back to your dorm, Makki finding it cute how you’d squeeze or clutch tighter to the fabric of his jacket when Issei spoke to you.

“See ya tomorrow man,” Makki patted his friend shoulder, letting you walk into the dorm room first before following you inside.

“H-how was your day to—,”

His hands slammed on the wall, the sound loud against your ears as they were placed on either side of your head, trapping you. The smile he had earlier, gone and replaced by a scowl. He nudged his knee between your legs, parting them.

“What did you think you were doing?” His voice lowered dangerously, your eyes wide and looking up at him in fear. So pretty, he thought.

“I-what are you talking about Hiro?” You whispered, scared to raise your voice. You whimpered when Makki nudged his knee on your heat, the fabric of his jeans rough against your crotch.

“Did you enjoy talking to him? Don’t lie cause I saw you smiling so sweet and cute with him,” he husked against your ear, his one hand collecting your wrists to hold it above you, unwillingly making you push your chest out, arching your back.

“Hiro…he’s no one,” you told him, lip quivering and bitten when he’d bounce you on his knee. “I swear.”

He stared at you momentarily, though it felt like minutes with how unreadable they were. You hoped he’d believe you, you didn’t want to make him angry. You didn’t like him when he was angry.

Makki let go of your wrists, letting your hands fall to your side not moving an inch.

“Okay then, baby,” was all he said before he hoisted you over his shoulder, carrying you like you weighed nothing all the way to your bedroom, dropping you on the bed as he made quick work of removing his clothes. Jacket, shirt and jeans a pile on the floor.

“H-Hiro,” you whimpered, inching back to the headboards, away from him. “I—not now…” you looked away from him, denying the tingling sensation of desire in your lower belly. You couldn’t possibly truly want him, not after all he’s done to you.

“Awe what’s wrong? You want it to be him instead, is that it?” He seethed, standing between your legs, forcibly parting them despite you not resisting.

“No…I don’t want him,” you muttered under your breath, clutching your sheets. “Please, Hiro,” your plea caught his attention, his hands halting on your thighs. “Please, believe me. I—,” you swallowed your pride. “I’m yours. No one else’s.”

God, it was better to hear those words from your lips rather than him telling you. His eyes shut momentarily, humming at the rush it sent through him.

He could be nice and be loving to you or he could be mean, degrade your so he could feel your cunt clench around his cock, spit in your mouth, make you cry from pain and pleasure. The latter sounded way more fun.

Makki’s eyes opened, staring down at you with a gentle smile that lured you to believe it was a comforting one, your heart fluttered and soon after dropped all the same.

With your knees pushed to your chest, his hands gripping your thighs tightly, panties ripped and thrown aside, Makki ruthlessly pounded into you. The bed creaked and the header slammed against the wall over and over, each thrust as if the wind was getting knocked out of you.

“H-Hiro!” You moaned and cried, his cockhead nudging against your cervix, and in this position, effortlessly brushing your g-spot. “Ah—too—much—,”

“Cant use your words baby? Am I fucking you dumb?” He cooed, mockingly, pushing your thighs further, stretching your hamstrings. “Look at you. Taking my cock like the good little whore you are. Don’t you feel like a liar? Lying to that guy in your class by looking all innocent and cute when you’re just a slut for my cock.”

He couldn’t get reply from you except for heavy pants and moans, along with your walls hugging him tighter, pulling him in desperately.

“Fucking whore,” he leaned over, pressing his torso over you and spitting into your parted lips, groaning when you swallowed with the dazed out look in your pretty eyes. “Hold your legs for me.”

His eyes observed the way your body rocked with his thrusts, tits bouncing so entrancingly he wanted to squeeze them or suck on them. Once your hands held the back of your thighs as he ordered, he leaned back to get a good look at you. Glad that you had been obedient.

“Say it baby, let me hear you say how much of a slut you are for my cock,” he smacked your rear, making you moan. “Only a whore like you would like that,” he teased, smacking the other cheek too. “Say. It.”

How could you say it? You couldn’t gather much right now except for the delicious scrape of his cock along your walls, how he stretched you and yet words left your lips before you could even think them, all shame leaving you.

“I-I’m a slut for Hiro’s cock. Want only Hiro!” You babbled, his thrusts getting faster and his thumb toying with your clit the way he knew would drive you crazy. “M’ Hiro’s cumdump…”

“Hell yeah you are,” he groaned, loving the way you were spreading your lower lips with your own fingers, slick dripping from your hole. “I’m gonna paint you with my cum. Now just stay like that and let me fuck you hm?”

The next day in that same class, you didn’t sit in your usual seat, remembering the sight you when you were getting dressed in front of the mirror, words written with marker on your skin. One just above your cunt and two on your inner thighs. The words ‘Hiro’, ‘cumdump’ and ‘cum here’ with an arrow staining your skin.

A reminder from Hanamaki.

#💌.thirsts #tw.bullying #tw.toxic relationship #tw.manipulation #tw.dubcon #tw.spitting #tw.coercion #tw. dark #Makki smut #hanamaki x reader #Hanamaki Takahiro smut #makki x reader #haikyuu smut #bully;makki #💍.makki #tw.degradation

[iwaasfairy]

𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁

sometimes you meet a stranger on a windy balcony in the middle of the city, and sometimes you fall in love with him too.

.wordc. 4k+ tw yandere, implied noncon, toxic relationships, older meian, daddy kink, cunnilingus, brief drug use, fluff ??

If the light hits you right, you look infinite. And even if it doesn’t, you still look about a million miles out of his league for what he’s concerned. All bright smiles and quiet apologies when passing by people. He should be a waste of free time to you for all intents and purposes. A face in the crowd. The thought makes his chest feel a bit tight though, because despite the irrationality of it, he still wants to be here. With you, bathed in the glow of the sun and resting so peacefully beside him.

He doesn’t like feeling like just another guy, reminds him too much of his past disaster relationship. Which is why you’re so different, so perfect. Other people judge, you don’t. You never judge him, so he thinks the least he can do is the same in return. His ex-wife still has the keys to his place, though she doesn’t have the intention of using them ever again. She’ll lose the keys long, long before he changes all the locks. You still have to get settled into his bed first, but if you were to ask for the keys he’d let another set be made instantly.

Because he’s known you for only a little while and you already have his heart beating erratically. No longer overcome with the sense of longing. If anyone were to ask, and his friends do on occasion, he’d tell them this is it.

Now, there’s you. A stunning, young thing, beaming warmth and goodness from the seams. He’s not entirely sure what he’s doing here, truth be told, because as much as he stares at you through thinly veiled casual curiosity, there’s no changing the fact that he could be twice your age and you should most likely be disgusted by him.

He’d been coming to that quiet balcony staring out into nothing everyday for months. But you’d walked up to smoke beside him, resting your chin on the railing and looking so fucking small and vulnerable. Maybe it’s the way you don’t even spare him a second glance, not gawking at the huge, hulking attraction of a guy he finds himself being looked at so often, or the little tears that glisten at the base of your lashes as you take a deep pull and let the drug filter in. He guesses that to you, most people are big and overwhelming, considering.

He’s no longer in his prime. He knows it better than most, is confronted with it every time his reflection catches him. He’d thought it then, still thinks it now. Older, divorced and between being busy with work and his growing collection of dropped hobbies, there’s hardly anything he can offer you. He’s at least lucky he’s not balding, but he knows he looks pretty much his age with the thin lines here and there, slightly greying temples and stubble that doesn’t stay away long when he shaves. God, he feels old.

It’s a fucking miracle and a half that he managed to keep his usual wit, entertaining you in your nightly loneliness and carefully offering to walk you back to your street for safety. It’s difficult not to seem like a threat when you’re— him, but he’d been genuine. You were too tiny and kind to be out by yourself. You’d taken it, too sure that he was out for no harm. Looking back, that young naivety is something he should be worried about.

He didn't buy his way into your pants that night, but you’d clearly been some level of upset, so that first time had been a lucky lay. A one off, he’d thought. The way you creamed around his cock and moaned so softly, so beautiful when digging your nails into his shoulders. You could’ve told him it was a dream, slipped out like nothing ever happened.

He’d forgive you. At this point he’s almost certain he’d do anything for you. If you asked him to seriously injure your asshole boss for you, he wouldn’t think long. You’re too kind to ask that though, too forgiving too. He takes a few deep breaths as he thinks, finally tearing his eyes away from your cute, sleeping pout to look out the window.

There’s some noise from the waking city outside, he still worries it’s gonna wake you badly and you’ll curse him for one of the many mishaps he’s committed against you and walk right out. You could’ve, probably should’ve. But you’ve ended up in his bed a few times now, and every time it gets harder to just let you go with a coffee and a quick kiss that doesn’t promise much of anything. He’s not even sure that you have his number. But as long as you keep showing up to that balcony, he’ll give you whatever you want.

An almost unnoticeable tap comes to his shoulder. When he turns, you’re up, barely. Eyes open just the tiniest sliver, shuffling a little closer to his warmth. Fuck. You’re so fucking tiny compared to him, his huge, burly body sticking out like a sore thumb from the blankets while you’re buried deep in them. He stays on his back when he reaches over and runs a thumb along your cheekbones, letting the soft skin warm under it. You snuggle into his chest with the last of your fruity, soft perfume that clashes so violently against his.

It makes his chest feel like it’s caving in, pulling the air out of his lungs with each move you make. And he’s always had a bit of a possessive streak, but this is on a whole new level. He doesn’t want you to leave. He shouldn’t let you.

“Mornin’,” he offers, voice too deep and a bit raspy. You hum. Your palm presses to his chest, not hard enough to push, though that is what he thinks at first. Only just enough pressure to be present, to feel his skin under yours. Hesitantly, he rests his hand on your hip under the blankets, running the calloused pads of his fingertips over your exposed side. You mumble something about the light and the curtains, slurring the words and making him utterly weak once again. “Yeah, s’my bad.” He takes a deep breath, and you make no effort to get up.

“Have breakfast with me?” You look utterly content in his arms. Say yes. Say yes. “Or ya can use the shower, I think ‘m gonna take a day off.” He knows, actually, because he’ll at least drive you back home if nothing else. You’re not taking a tram all the way back to your apartment, he won’t let you. He doesn’t feel the need to tell you that right now though.

Doesn’t need to tell you how jealous he feels when he sees you text someone in the morning, but it’s only because he knows how lovable you are. It’s every soft breath, every time you talk or wrap your lips around your straw and each time you adjust your bra or panties or prance in with skirts that should be too fucking short to wear outside, or say his name in that lower, softer rhythm that has him going entirely crazy.

And with a mumbled agreement, he pulls you close and presses a kiss to the top of your head, as you let out a sleepy giggle and kiss his neck.

+

It’s been almost two months of unspoken routine. You don’t always show, but most nights you do. At least once a week for sure. You know the way to his place, hid out from the rain once. You know where he stashes the fresh towels and you’ve flipped through the pictures of him in the national hall with his arms thrown around his team, drenched in sweat. You talk over a glass of champagne that you admit to bringing to impress him with hot cheeks. It takes a little coaching but you let him in too, the few times he visits your apartment, your roommate out for the night.

But you look more at ease in his house, he thinks. Giddy being swayed in his strong arms and being lifted off your feet to reach the higher shelves. He guesses two months in you reach the honeymoon phase, though you’ve still yet to label it, which admittedly, gnaws at him. You don’t seem like the type to leave his house and run into someone else’s arms, but sometimes he thinks the one mark over the row of other splotches on your tits doesn’t look familiar enough to be his.

Sometimes he walks you to the tram and some guy sneaks a good look at your ass, and you don’t flinch. You smile at the next door neighbor, a guy frustratingly close to your age, and he smiles back. Maybe, maybe you’re fucking them too, it does seem to come naturally to you. He doesn’t resent you for it, but that guy— you wince when his fingers dig too hard into your hip. That’s when he has to soften, apologize and lean down to kiss you, which at least you don’t shy away from.

One Saturday you come to the balcony late.

Nervously picking at the elbows of your sweater, he takes a long look at you. You walk up closer after a breath of silence, before slowly wrapping yourself around his side. Your breathing is shaky when you cling on. “I’m glad you waited for me, I don’t— wanna be alone right now.” He knows he shouldn’t, but he tilts your head up into view to watch your teary eyes clench shut, you’re shaking. He might be too, but for different reasons.

You’re so perfect. An angel, his angel, no one should so much as look at you wrong.

“Who did this?” he breathes, and you flinch at the harshness of his voice. But he could never hurt you. Ever. There’s a sprouting seed of anger growing with each passing second though. He lets out a trembling breath. “Tell me who did this to ya.” He’ll kill them, he’ll kill them, whoever hurt you, he’ll—

“No,” you say. Why? His mouth is already opening again, but you tug at his shirt collar and look at him so sadly that for a moment he forgets all about anything else. Nothing beside you matters anyway. “Leave it, Shugo.” You all but pull yourself toward him by the fabric to make a little kissy pout, and fuck, there it is. His little baby. He kisses you, gently and slowly a few times as you whisper it to him again. You can sense that he’s mad, but there’s no way you know just how much.

He lets you kiss him deeper, tongue melting with yours and pull you up against his body for safety, lets you pretend that everything is okay and eventually laugh it off as you two stumble into his apartment with heavy pants, biting down on the skin of your neck hard. He throws your legs over his shoulders and buries his head between your legs and makes you cum, and cum and cum. Lets you fall asleep right after, brushing his fingers along your shoulder and so close he’s scared his heartbeat will wake you.

It’s an hour or so after that your phone shakes, lighting up with a message. Someone named Alex apologizing about the fight and about making you cry. More messages come, a group chat of your “friends” this time and how they should have been more understanding, that they too are sorry. The timing is too neat not to have been talked about too. Would you really miss a bunch of gossip like that?

The light shuts off again after a few seconds, and he stares down at you sleeping so peacefully. Is it so wrong to just want you to be happy like this all the time, not worrying about any of them? You’re safe in his arms. Other people are unpredictable. They cause issues.

You’re too sweet to see it though, but he’s got some years of experience on you.

After a shower early in the morning he goes out for coffee, back again before you wake up. He smiles a bit wider when you do wake and your troubles from last night seem to have evaporated with the sun. His innocent, perfect little flower. He'll never let you feel like that again.

Shugo watches you sit on the counters and talk as you lick at the whipped cream moustache, kisses you until you melt in his hold too. He asks you to be his girlfriend with a deep rumble of his morning voice, and you say ‘yes’, eyes wide with surprise but happy nevertheless.

He doesn’t tell you it when pushing your hair away from your face, kissing down your neck and feeling your legs wrap around his waist. But he really loves you, you know?

+

Your friend Alex is declared missing six days after your fight with him, and you’re inconsolable for a few hours when the police calls. He understands that, though the tears in your eyes are a bit too much for him. Your friend hurt you, wounded you, you shouldn’t be this sad. What comes around goes around, doesn’t it? But he understands that you’re too kind and naive to see it. However, he doesn’t understand when you tell him you need a few days to be alone.

It won’t do you any good, you’ll just be lonely and he tries to tell you as much, but you just get more upset at his touch. You push his hands off when he tries to pull you back, and he’s gotta admit, that stings.

“He’s just missing,” he ends up mumbling, “it’s not like he’s dead.”

Your eyes go wide, and you stare at him for a few moments, before getting off the couch and walking over to the hall and when he tries to ask where you’re going, you’re basically shooting him lightning, your tears running in crooked lines down your face. “I can’t believe you just said that like it’s no big deal that he’s gone,” you hiss, and maybe it’s that youthful fighting spirit that breaks out next when he tries to comfort you again. “Don’t fucking touch me, I’m going home.” The clock is so loud as it ticks. Oh, so that’s how it is. You’re attached to your friends like that, yeah?

He watches you stomp around his house as you collect your stuff, whispering curses under your breath when you can’t find your shoes fast enough. He stays quiet. You pause before leaving, tell him you’re going to your best friend’s place, and that he shouldn’t worry. He might have responded before you slam the door, he’s a bit too lost in thought.

You’re perfect for him, one little fight won’t change that, you’re not to blame here. But it becomes glaringly clear that he’s right. Your friends are no good.

+

Sometimes you feel like you’re here too often, considering it’s only been three months and a bit. You like Shugo a lot though, he’s as sweet as he’s big and you think it’s the former Captain in him that always seems to know you before you know you. It also doesn’t hurt that he’s so attractive it makes you dizzy. But despite all his best efforts, it’s been a bit lonely. And quiet. This isn’t necessarily a strange thing in itself, if not for the way you left it off with your friends. 

Dropping off your radar so slowly it’s barely noticeable, the people you talk to everyday don’t start conversation anymore. Your messages go unread for days at a time, and when they’re finally opened it’s the same short response. ‘Super busy, no time to talk.’ You in comparison have never had this much free time, but ever since the fight Shugo’s been on his best behaviour. He even made sure to move his work home so you wouldn’t be too alone while you’re still on break. His idea too, said the stress has clearly been taking a toll on you.

He’s not entirely wrong either. With everything changing so suddenly, you’ve never felt smaller. You feel fragile. Shugo’s good company though, never bothered by your attention being on him. You let out a breath, drumming your fingers on your knees, deciding it’s been a bit. You get off the bed and tiptoe into the living room where he sits with his eyes aimed at the screen, hair loose and dress shirt two buttons lower than it should be to keep you sane. 

You walk up behind your big hulk of a boyfriend to put your chin on his shoulder, hugging him close. Shugo makes a soft noise of agreement, and you rest your nose at his cheek. “Are you hungry? I can make you a snack.”

“S’alright, baby. ‘M gonna finish up ‘ere and pay attention to ya.” With a few clicks more he closes the laptop, getting up from the chair and sweeping you up into a bridal lift so quickly it makes you hick, giggles breaking out after.

“You’re already done?”

His pretty eyes are aimed down at you with a kind of shine you rarely see with other people. It’s so intense, sometimes it’s almost a bit scary. But to have been a top level athlete for years does take a ton of dedication, so it’s no wonder he’s dedicated in other areas as well. “No, just realized I’ve got a hunger for somethin’ else.” He easily carries you back to where you came from, tossing you down on the bed and kneeling over you. His lips curl a little when you blink up at him, before he nods at your chest. “Take that off for me.”

The flimsy top you’d thrown on comes off just as easily at the order, pulling the few bows and shrugging it off. You smile at him sweetly as you grab your tits, pushing them together a little. “Like this, daddy?” He grunts some agreement when he lowers himself, but you roll over before he can use his mouth on you like he so obviously wants to, grin slipping on. He doesn’t hesitate to pull you down on the bed more by your shorts and you squeak when his palm instead traces along your back, settling at the top of your spine and wrapping around your neck. The bed shifts when he sits down over your legs.

“You’re gonna be testy?” It barely takes a second for him to have you back the other way, yanking your legs up and pulling your shorts along with your underwear over the curve of your ass and up your legs. “I don’t fuckin’ think so,” he says, pushing one knee to your chest and you quickly hook your arm around it. He dips down to press a few kisses down your chest, then licking a stripe up the underside and taking your nipple into his mouth. You don’t think you’ll ever grow tired of how easy it is to let him take the lead, his fingers slipping between your legs to dip into your little cunt and rubbing your clit.

“Mhm, wet already?” He chuckles, sucking harder until you mewl under him and spread your thighs more. Tugging him a bit closer by his hair, he slips a finger inside and pushes his palm up to your sensitive nub, sucking marks all over the last ones. You shake under him, rolling your hips to meet the precise, practiced way his finger curls into you before he adds another. With a loud pop he disconnects from your other nipple to squeeze your tits together, then kneeling at the side of the bed. “C’mere.”

Your hips angled up to give him better access, he fucks his fingers into you faster and deeper, now instead starting to lick and suck at your pussy and your oversensitive clit. He lets you rub against his tongue and beg for more, giving into you so easily. And you moan louder as the feeling builds, being driven crazy. “Daddy.” You push softly at his head once you’re close, looking at him so blissed out between your legs. “I’m gonna-”

“Y’taste so fuckin’ good.” The short sentence is enough to have your head spinning, definitely when he dives back in again and fucks his fingers right into that spot. 

“Ahng, I’m gonna cum. Please don’t stop.” You know he has no intention to. Sucking over and rubbing his tongue along your clit until your vision goes white and your toes curl, back arching from the bed. “Holy — fuck, fuck, ah- daddy, daddy, thank you.” You cum so hard your head pounds, and only when you twitch from overstimulation does he pull away.

You sit up right away to pull him onto the bed and towards the headboard so you can ride him, but a flash of light catches your eye.

On the bedside table, your phone’s ringing. Only, it’s not ringing so much as it’s lighting up. And normally you wouldn’t care, but a thought worms it’s way out of you. “Is my phone on silent?” You didn’t do that. You wouldn’t have, considering you’ve been waiting for people to ring you back for ages. So… Shugo must’ve.

You reach for it, but his arms are longer and he snatches the device right from under you, something that makes your brows furrow. “Daddy, give it back, I wanna know who’s calling,” you pout, watching a bit absentmindedly as he turns the screen away and taps something.

“No one’s calling.”

Your brain whirls. “Yes, it was. Give it to me, I want to talk to my friend.” You would’ve let it ring, you’re still hot and bothered and Shugo’s very hard in his shorts, but you can’t make sense of it. “Shugo, give me—”

He holds it away when you reach for it again, and this time your brows furrow hard enough to look like a glare. But he doesn’t give in, frowning back at you. “It’s not gonna be your friends, ya know that, it’s a wrong caller.” You know that. Your head pounds harder, and another thought makes it’s way up, but you try to squash such an ugly thought. No way your boyfriend would have something to do with the radio silence.

He taps away as you try to make sense of it, you never once hesitated giving him your phone, you never had anything to hide. But the blocked numbers, the opened messages, all your calendar notes vanishing. You thought your phone was old, that the apps were freaking out. “There, ’s gone.”

“My friends—”

“Stop talkin’ about your stupid friends,” he snaps, wrapping his arm around you and pulling your vunerable, naked body into his lap as he tosses the phone aside in some laundry, “they’re no good. I’ll take care of ya.” And you try to pull back to look at him, really look at him, in hopes that this is some kind of joke. But he stares down at you like he’s making total sense, and you’re too confused and surprised to do much of anything. “They won’t bother us anymore, promise. I took care of ‘em.” With that he kisses you again, and you feel like the world crumbles around you.

He pulls you closer, rocks his hips into you and it’s almost automatic when you kick at his thigh to get out of his reach, falling back onto the bed. Part of you wants to ask, but a larger part of you just wants out of here. Far away from him for a while. Your stomach is so heavy, you don’t know what to make of any of this. Just that it isn’t right, the way he’s looking at you with such intensity isn’t all there. You start climbing off the bed, quickly fishing your clothes from the ground. But two strong arms wrap too tight around you, a hand coming over your mouth as he yanks you back into him. Grip painfully tight on your face.

“You can’t leave.” He pries the clothes from your grip, ripping them in half in the process. And you trash against him, tears welling up as you realize how terrifying this is. “You’re mine,” he coos it sickeningly sweet, grip loosening for only a second when you kick at his shin and claw at his arms. “Just—” It’s no use, he’s so, so much bigger than you. He drags you back and bends you over the bed, holding you by your neck and pressing his shin over your legs before he uses his entire body weight to keep you in place.

“You’re still mine, right?” The kisses he plants on the side of your neck are so cold now, they make you sick. He rubs himself on your hip, hard cock twitching. Like this is just some lover’s spat to him, like you aren’t crying your eyes out right now. He presses a kiss to your head. “Ya don’t have’ta be upset, it’s only ‘cause I love ya.”

#meian shugo x reader #meian x reader #yandere meian #tw.yandere #tw.noncon #tw.toxic relationship #tw.daddy #💫ch.meian #meian shugo smut #meian smut

[unohanadaydreams]

Otome, Post Thousand-Year Blood War Arc!Mayuri & Division 11!Fem!Reader, Good Ending (Good luck with this one lol)

Honestly not that bad considering it’s post tywb! Still not lovey dovey but when is the mad scientist route ever mellow and romantic?

There was no specification if you wanted scenario or headcanon, so it’s more of a headcanon deal!

features: toxic relationship ❤️, sort of yandere, but mostly just ‘wow fucked up mate’, but you’re alive!!!, and chained to Mayuri....barely metaphorical

Bleach Your Heart: The Otome Ask Game

Mayuri + Fem!Reader + Good Ending (lmao)

Being from the 11th division doesn’t make you dumb, but it does make you someone wholly unsuited to work in the Research & Development branch of the 12th division. Not that you’d deign to transfer there--ever.

But, since your odd meetings with Mayuri Kurotsuchi began to increase, you find yourself in a lab frequent enough that you’re starting to pick up lingo. You know the difference between a flask and a beaker, for fucks sake.

That first request for (live) 11th division bodies to complete a test study had somehow converted you into a lab assistant. A lucky thing that Lieutenant Ikkaku wasn’t a stickler for attendance, because these days you were in underground labs for at least half the week.

There’s clearly something going on between you and Captain Kurotsuchi. You feel it. Despite his proclivity for insulting you, you’re more and more suspicious that he definitely feels it to.

Any double date you’re begged to go on is tragically cut short before it can happen, either because Lieutenant Nemuri pops up or because your date is...suddenly dead.

You swear up and down that there are nights you never left the lab, but you still wake in your bed. And now, it’s like Captain Kurotsuchi knows where you are, at all times--it’s like he can hear you at all times. Things you’ve said to no one but yourself will come snarling from his mouth as insults or reminders that his work comes before your plans.

Definitely, you should be more freaked out than you are. But, your division culture is based around beating the shit out of each other until someone is hospital bound, so his verbal punches mostly excite you. You like sparring with words as much as swords. He hits hard, but you can make opening your mouth sting like a bitch, too.

You’re observant--any good fighter has to be--and you notice well enough that even those inside the 12th division don’t seem glued to his side like you are. Nemuri will take your hand and run you off to a Woman’s Association Meeting, only to have your fun crashed by Captain Kurotsuchi lurking by. Akon has started handing you paperwork meant for his captain’s eyes only, making the message even more clear.

Even if the going is oddly good for a relationship with a man who blows up subordinates on whim, his words can still twist your gut and his actions still make you want to run at times. You’ve punched him square in the face before and although you froze, realizing what you’d done, his kicks to your stomach seemed...for show before leaving you to walk home and wake another day, un-bruised.

You’ve also tried to appeal to Lieutenant Ikkaku for time in the human world or the rukongai; anything to give you a break from the constant appearance of Nemuri shouting that it’s ‘time to go now because Mayuri-sama said so!!!’ That ended worse than the punch. You’d been informed, the next day, that 11th division loyalty was a large interest to Central 46 and Kurotsuchi had thus implanted you with explosives in your legs and arms to ‘test how much 11th division thugs were willing to lose for an adrenaline rush’.

Unfortunate for Captain Kurotsuchi, his need for constant surveillance means all of that audio and video is stored somewhere. And Nemuri is a loud mouth when it comes to where her father keeps all his research, when faced with you asking. “Mommy just wants to know, to protect Mayuri-sama, y’know?”

Your romantic ending is punctuated by blackmail bought vacations and your sword slashing his arm off after he goes too far. And you weather his increasingly mumbling and half-hearted ‘punishments’ with a roll of your eyes and Nemuri on your hip as his limb regrows or you snatch your luggage from his grip.

He doesn’t even put you on metal table for daring to smash your lips against his anymore. What a sap. (You say this to one of your good friends and you have to explain to Lieutenant Ikkaku that it was a joke. When it was not.)

#oh she can't go on vacation mayuri? even if she shows everyone how well you love that sloppy toppy 3000??? thats what i THOUGHT #also 11th division + Mayuri is so good bc he absolutely WOULD use their division to call them dumb and stupid and act all offended when #he loses an arm or gets punched in the face but also he thinks its hot #so like....he won't REALLY retaliate #thats reserved for when you don't pay attention to him or try to leave the lab for a week straight because you need 'alone time' #bleach imagines #mayuri kurtosuchi x reader #mayuri kurotsuchi #tw.yandere #tw.toxic relationship

[degenrcy]

traitor (chapter 2)

tenko, what a nice name. did you like the pictures i sent?

warnings: same tags as last time! sending nudes, (bad) dirty talk, gaslighting, unhealthy/toxic relationships, mentions of stalking, it starts getting dark here, (plz lmk if anything needs to be added in either tags!)

words: 1.5k

“are you sure tenko?”

“yes i’m sure. come on, don’t leave me like this.”

your face burned at what tenko was talking about. you had been on the phone for a few hours, and he had... gotten excited. you stared at the attachment in your messages, tenko sitting in his chair, pants pulled down to mid-thigh. you've never seen it in real life, a guy's boner tenting his boxers. he was hard because of you, and you were solely responsible for satisfying him.

it was another foreign feeling weighing in your stomach- but it must be a good one. he made you feel good all the time, complimenting the pictures you took in the school bathroom, telling only you his name, defending you when the other server members would start teasing you. 

"w-what do you want me to say?" but you had never done something like this.

"you don't have to say anything," tenko was breathing heavily, blowing against the mic occasionally. the faint slicking noise made you nervous, even though you usually feel so safe and relaxed around him. "i really want to be to touch you, i wanna feel your t-tits through your little school shirt, lift up your skirt and... fuck, what do you have on?"

"ah," you pulled up the waistband of your sweatpants, you knew what he meant by that. "blue, y-your favorite color, right? they're soft and-"

"i want to pound your tight little pussy so fucking hard."

your lips pressed into a thin line, heart catching in your throat and voice falling silent, only the male's heavy breathing and fast fapping noises being heard. every swallow of spit to try and moisten your dry mouth made you think of kissing tenko, made you think how his friends make fun of him for being inexperienced and how they said that you would 'help out' with that problem that one time as a 'joke'. you didn't like being the butt of the joke, and this wasn't a good feeling anymore. it made you feel dirty, like tenko was trying to use you for one thing only.

y/n: tenko sometimes i feel like u just want something out of me... ten: what?? wtf are u talking about : dont get mad please. its just when u talk to me like that at night time it makes me feel like u want something from me like to do stuff to me idk im just being stupid and anxious about this whole thing if its a thing we have... tenko? im sorry i didnt mean to make you mad or anything ten: its fine im not mad if my girl doesnt want to do something i wont do it

you and tenko talked for every possible waking hour you could, from when you wake up to when your eyes finally shut and 3 am to open back up bright and early at 7 am. 4 hours of sleep isn't bad, you still manage to wake up for school, your friends don't need to be so worried all the time. mina was starting to piss you off, tracking how long you spend on your computer, saying that even if you turn your activity off she can always tell. iida constantly was telling you to be weary of people online, his speeches straight out of a cliche school assembly to scare you about the internet and 50 year old predators. tenko wasn't a fucking predator, he's your boyfriend!

nearby classmates turned their heads to slowly look at you, judging eyes beating you down worse than any punch or kick to your body. bakugo eyed you wildly, lip curling up his face until his gums showed.

"are you some kinda fuckin' idiot or something? do you know what this dude looks like, met him? i hope to god you didn't meet up with him-"

"what the fuck is it to you, bakugo?" the words were spilling out quicker than you intended, saying hurtful things you didn't really mean. the girls looked at each other- at you- worriedly. aizawa told you to leave class, not that you wanted to sit and be interrogated by a class of people who thought they knew everything about you. they were so worried about their own ideals, they didn't know how the real world worked, and the reality of the situation was that just because you met tenko online didn't make the feelings you shared any less real!

if he wanted to do something bad to you, he surely would've done it already.

if tenko wanted the relationship to be private because he 'didn't want the others making stupid jokes and not taking us seriously', you'd comply. if tenko wanted you to send cute pictures- which were always followed with a 'how about a picture of what's underneath?'- you'd comply, giggling cutely at his misspellings in his rushed compliments. he’d go silent for a few minutes, followed with a gross picture of what was under his pants. if tenko claimed to see you at your favorite fast food place-

"i never told you my favorite fast food place." your fingers stopped moving against the keyboard, anxiously running your nail against the grooves of the wheel of the mouse. it was the same model tenko had, but pink. he bought it for you, of course you would use it.

"what? yes you did, how else would i have known where it is?" tenko laughed, very awkwardly. he didn't laugh much, and definitely not like that. 

"but i seriously don't remember telling you-"

"yes you fucking did. what are you trying to say?" he snapped at you, speaking through his teeth all through voice chat, all in front of the others. 

"she's trying to say you're a fuckin' stalker." roki- who wanted you to call him nii-chan all the time for some reason- spoke through chews of whatever he was eating. there were other people playing with you, and tenko just embarrassed you in front of them. who were you to hold your tongue after being yelled at by some dude, boyfriend or not? it was time to give tenko a piece of your mind, you were frankly tired of him acting so childish all the time.

y/n: can you please stop being so mean to me all the time :( ten: idk u accused me of something really fucked up earlier. im trying to be cool around everyone else, but u keep making it obvious 

you blinked a few times to make sure you were truly seeing what you were seeing. you didn't even accuse him of anything, it was his stupid fucking friend. but if you went and called roki nii-chan in front of him, it would be wrong, right? maybe that's exactly what you'd start doing, just to piss him off a little and give him a taste of his own medicine.

ten: stop fucking calling roki nii chan ur playing right into his game : guess u saying ur uncomfortable around him was a lie, u probably like him too lol : when ur done acting like a bitch u can talk to me

you shut off your phone for the night. the only night you finally had a chance to get some real sleep, yet you still were up late. you knew tenko was still up too, he always was. the incriminating 'playing Leage of Legends for 6 hours' tab on his profile mocked you. maybe if you just apologized, calmed him down, everything would go back to normal. 

this time, roki said he saw you outside somewhere. before you could even try to pester him with questions if he was sure, he listed off the things you were wearing, how your hair was up, how you looked so different in civilian clothes, you were cuter in person.

you asked if tenko was with him.

he told you to call him brother again, maybe then he would tell you if tenko was with him.

he wasn't.

you didn't know what to think anymore. maybe your friends were right all along, maybe your relationship wasn't real. or maybe they were just stuck-up wannabe heroes with a savior complex. if they really cared, if they really gave a fuck, they would help right? tenko was always full of advice and intelligent takes on things, he sent you articles from unofficial websites along with obscure youtube videos with 42 views that were always criticizing hero society, calling out the faults of the top heroes or the discrimination against people with mutated and dangerous quirks or who look 'non-human'. it was enlightening, it was more than you would ever possibly learn at school.

he was better than everyone else, your heart hurt when you weren’t with him, you wanted to be able to talk to him again. a few paragraphs apologizing for how you behaved, how you missed him, followed with a ‘please talk to me again. i don’t know what i’d do without you, i have no one else.’ you waited nearly a day for a response, pillow sheets damp and a seemingly permanent dip in your bed from how long you laid in it that day.

when he finally read it, he called you, only saying one thing. 

"do you want to come see me?"

"of course, tenko."

#tw.gaslighting #tw.toxic relationship #tw.grooming #tw.underage #tw.stalking #shigaraki tomura/reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #hmm #tw.dubcon #?

[jaegerbby]

➳ baby take a look around...

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ask.san | all asks

san.says | my rambling

san.simps | drabbles

san.stories | full fics

fandom tags

🩷.jjk | 🩷.bnha | 🩷.tr | 🩷.aot | 🩷.bluelock

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📁.corruption kink

📁.virginity kink

📁.dumbification

📁.size kink

📁.spit kink

📁.breeding kink | 📁.impregnation

tw.snuff

tw.coercion | tw.manipulation | tw.blackmail

tw.power imbalance

tw.toxic relationship

tw.noncon | tw.dubcon

tw.somnophilia

tw.stepcest | tw.incest

tw.gunplay | tw.knifeplay

tw.alcohol | tw.drugs

tw.yandere

i do not write anything that is not on this list.

[saintobio]

Hil my attention span is as small as a pea, and I get bored easily by reading if I don’t like what I read. But DAMN you got me hooked on SN. The way you describe Y/N’s feelings and pain, and gojo’s traumatic childhood really hurts me and makes me feel things to the bone bc they’re kinda realistic. I come from a broken family and been in a toxic abusive relationship tht gave me trauma which I still am suffering up to this day💀 but stories like SN lowkey make me feel like I can expand my safe space and also feel comforted knowing that I ain’t the only one experiencing that (yep fiction I know but still HAHAHA this is my way of coping). SN is currently my favorite fanfic and def one of the best if not the best, and more interesting than books I’ve attempted to read (tho im not a book reader) HSJSJD and now I’ve developed FOMO bc I don’t want to miss even the smallest details or clues you give in ur asks about it 😩 I wish a happy ending for Y/N and a shitty one for gojo but whatever u plan for them, I’m still gonna eat that up 🤩 *chef’s kiss* i love SN i love u thank u so much for writing so beautifully and letting us read it for free. I hope good things come to u stranger in ur house ily take care and keep safe

oh wow you saying sn is ur fav fic makes me happy 🥺 and i’m glad to hear that sn gives a realistic touch <33 so sorry to know that u went through something similar but i admire u for keeping up w the series even tho it has heavy drama !! thank u very much i appreciate it :)

#saintobio.asks #series: sincerely not #tw.abuse #tw.toxic relationship #tw.trauma

[sanorice]

“Hmm..” He flexed his fingers, tilting his head head this way and that until his neck popped. Only then would he stand and approach her.

It was in a split second - that his hand lifted and struck her face hard enough to have her head jerking sideways from the force of the slap. His palm stung, so fucking good. “First and foremost pretty girl…that’s not what you call me. So why don’t we try that again? You’re already off to a pretty disappointing start. Tsk tsk..” That same hand proceeded to grab her face- her cheeks squishing slightly as a result.

“What’s my name?” He questioned, dark eyes gazing hard into her pretty brown ones as he waited for her to correct herself. He knew he was being cruel…but god if it didn’t have him throbbing in his pants. He was getting off on this shit…and didn’t plan on stopping any time soon.

-Mikey

*The impact of his slap stuns me, and I’m nearly knocked me off my feet. Mikey’s always been mean but I can’t recall a time where he’s ever slapped me that hard— it.. it felt like he’d mistaken me for one of his opponents in a fight. It hurt. The sting spreading throughout my cheek makes my eyes water and my skin feels like its been set on fire.*

*My mind is still in a daze when he roughly grabs my cheeks, my hands wrap around his forearm and wrist for stability. Jesus.. even my vision went a little blurry. It wasn’t nice but.. it was okay that he slapped me. It was my fault for coming all the way here and bothering him anyway. I deserved it. Besides, if it meant being with him I’d endure it. Anything from Mikey is a blessing, even the pain.*

*I blink at his question, my mind delaying a bit as I look onto his black, lifeless eyes. I blink again and a tear runs down the cheek that got slapped, it almost felt good— like a little kiss. It was definitely smoothing to my irritated, probably a little swollen skin.*

“D-daddy.. your name is daddy.” *I answer as quickly as possible, even still, my answer had been delayed.* “‘m sorry! don’t be disappointed, please! i’ll do better!” *I plead.*

#mikey 👑 #tw.slapping #tw.toxic relationship #tw.dark content

[omi-replies]

*starts typing extremely violently*

#tw: toxic relationship #tw.gaslighting #tw.toxic #writing prompt #yandere behavior prob #ideas #reader might suffer jojojo #fanfic prompt

[planetsano]

sweet as candy.

synopsis ↷ suna fucks you in the bathroom at one his frat parties because little ole you made him a bit jealous.

warnings ↷ 🔞, frat boy! au, toxic suna, misogyny, toxic relationship, unestablished relationship, manipulation, unprotected sex, (1) mention of breeding, voyeurism, drug use (weed), drug mention (ecstasy), corruption undertones.

character ↷ suna rintarō ft. miya atsumu.

wc ↷ 3.OK

Suna Rintarō's toxic trait was preying on sweet girls who didn’t know any better and making turning them into his own little fuck toys. His personal little trinkets he can play with, dress up and bend at his own will. They didn’t have free will once in his possession. They eat, sleep and breathe Suna Rintaro. The only served one (1) purpose: and that was being his cumdump.

Did he keep these beloved toys around? Absolutely not. It’s a cycle, you know? Suna finds a pretty face that matches his tastes. He goes for the cute type. The type to get flustered when he does the bare minimum. Let’s be honest with a face and body like his he doesn’t have to do much. His favorite is calling them “his pretty girl” and watching them melt like honey in between his fingers. Then, after about a week or so he’s on to the next, looking for another dolly to add to his collection. Their fate will end the same as the others, being left up on the shelf and forgotten— not to be touched or even spared a glance at again.

You should be lucky he’s kept you around this long, honored even. It's been about a month now? And he’s still using your cunt like it was brand new. You should feel special that he was just a tad less mean to you than he was to the others. To an unassuming soul, the two of you seemed like a couple— always together. But the majority of the campus knew better than that, Suna’s reputation was far from that of a “relationship” kind of guy.

There was an ongoing bet around in the Inarizaki frat house about how long he would keep you around. Some said you wouldn’t last another week while others thought you’d be around for more than a while. Suna was aware of the little bet going on and he couldn’t give less of a fuck, though, he did wish his brothers would stay the hell out of his business. It was usually a light topic of conversation amongst the house when Suna brought you around— nothing too serious. It was more so to give Suna a hard time, nothing against you.

You were Suna’s plus one for a party the Inarizaki house was hosting. It was a regular occurrence for most Saturday nights, they were known to throw some of the best parties among the frat houses on campus. Suna gave you a heads up about the event a couple of days beforehand giving you enough time to prepare and shop for a cute new outfit.

Saturday finally came rolling around and you were as ready as you ever would be as you checked your appearance in the mirror for one last time. You leaned in closer to your reflection to adjust your false lash and wipe the corners of your lips for any excess lip gloss. You thought you looked nice, you just hoped Suna thought so too.

Even the thought of his name gave you butterflies and a warm feeling in your cheeks. You liked him, even though you weren’t really sure what exactly he was to you. It was unclear how you actually got involved with him to the extent you are now. You just remember him asking you out on a boring Tuesday while you were studying in the library. You recognized him of course. But you didn’t know much about him other than that he was pretty popular on campus amongst everyone, especially women. From there everything seemed to happen so fast and by the time you realized what was happening, it was already too late. He managed to have his claws stuck deep into you.

In hindsight, you probably should have said no. Suna was mean, he treated you like more of an object than he did a human being. You often beat yourself up over your feelings for him. He was controlling, manipulative, and misogynistic. His aloof and deadpan personality didn’t make it better at all. It was sick because he made you feel wanted. Only he could call you at two in the morning telling you he’s coming over to fuck you. Only he cared enough about you to tell you what you looked good on as well as what you didn’t. He was quick to tell you if he didn’t like the way you did your makeup or if you wore a shirt he thought was hideous. Only Suna could make you drop all your plans because he wanted to see you on his own time.

Suna was an incredible lover. He was the only man who could make you cum four times in a row within the span of 15 minutes and leave you begging for more. He always knew what to say to keep you coming back to him. There was a reason why he went after the sweet and docile girls like you: there was no backbone. You let him use you like a doormat and that’s what he liked.

You sighed at yourself in the mirror once you were pleased with your appearance then grabbed your keys. It was time to start the night.

When you arrived at the house, you were met with a sea of bodies, loud music, and an overwhelming smell of liquor and weed. As your eyes wandered the crowd looking for a particular golden-eyed man, you failed to notice the few curious eyes that had been locked on your figure as soon as you entered the old and heavy wooden doors. The four men were gathered around the marbled island counter in the kitchen.

“There’s Suna’s little girlfriend. She’s cute.” Aran muses before bringing a red solo cup up to his lips.

“Damn, she’s still around? Pussy must be amazing.” Atsumu stands beside him, his upper half leaning against the island counter, his words earning snickers from the rest of the guys near him.

“Yeah, that or the bastard caught feelings,” Aran says.

“Suna? Not a fuckin’ chance.” Osamu quips with an eye roll.

“You never know,” Shinsuke starts, he grabs his cup from off the counter. “I’m gonna go talk to her. She looks lost.” He states before walking off into the mix of the party.

His eyes never left your frame as he approached you closer and closer. You still looked lost and your eyes were still searching for Suna, completely unaware of the tall man that walked upon you until he grabbed your attention.

“Hey. You’re looking for Suna, right?” A tall gray and black-haired man you knew as Kita spoke to you with a knowing look on his face. Despite you never holding a legitimate conversation with the chapter’s President, he was well aware of who you were. You opened your mouth to speak but settled on a soft nod paired with a shy smile.

“Yeah, he’s upstairs in his room. But I’m sure you know where that is.” He says before nursing the red solo cup in his hand up to his lips. His wording and tone made your face feel hot in embarrassment. A part deep within you knew what you were “known” for around the frat. You were Suna’s fucktoy to them and it was embarrassing. You thought of yourself as a modest girl but being involved with Suna made you feel so dirty. Maybe it was the similar misogynistic mindset many of them shared that made you feel reduced to nothing more than an object to be used whenever and wherever Suna pleased.

“Oh, thank you.” You smile before excusing yourself. Once again failing to see how Shinsuke’s eyes lingered on your figure as you walked away.

You made your way through the crowd of bodies while politely excusing yourself as you brushed past everyone. You followed your usual pathway. Up the staircase and through the maze of hallways decorated with vintage portraits of previous founders, trophies, and statues until you finally arrived at his room.

“Rin?” Your knuckles tapped at his door twice before hearing a muffled voice telling you to come in. Your hand twisted the golden doorknob before pushing the door open. Suna was sitting on the edge of his bed, his weight leaning one of his arms behind him as he held a joint up to his lips. A large puff of smoke expelled from his lips before giving you a simple head nod that acknowledged your presence. His room was tidy as it always was and dark with the only source of light coming from the moonlight illuminating through the large window in his room. He wore all black with a silver chain hanging gracefully around his neck and a black belt with a matching silver buckle. Suna looked perfect as always.

“Hi,” You said sweetly as you closed the door behind you.

“I was waiting on you.” Suna sits up and pats in his lap, offering a seat to you. The soft clicking from your heels sounded against the old oak flooring as you walked to him. You sat yourself right in his lap.

“Were you?” You place an arm around the back of his neck.

“Yeah,” He confirms. Suna gives you one hard look, like he’s analyzing you-- because he is. You begin to feel anxious when he doesn’t say anything. Did he not like the way you did your makeup? Maybe the dress you wore was too much? Did-

“You look pretty. You do something different with your makeup?” He gives you a slight head tilt.

“New lip gloss.” You answer as relief settles over your body. A happy Suna is a happy you.

“Ah,” he puts out the joint. “You ready?”

“Mhm!” You smile widely, giving him an eager nod. He tapped your thigh signaling for you to get up.

“Let’s go.”

Maybe it was the shots, but you were clingier than usual tonight. The way you held onto Suna’s hand and trailed behind him like a lost puppy was genuinely pathetic. Looking up at him like everything to escape his lips was so incredibly profound did nothing but boost his ego. You couldn’t help yourself: you were tipsy and he was pretty. Your feelings for him were evident when you were under the influence. How could you not give him that look of pure infatuation? Every time he looked at you there was nothing but admiration and affection swimming in your irises. You wondered if he saw it.

“I’ll be right back,” Suna says into your ear before slipping his hand from yours and walking off. Your brows knitted together in the middle and watched him walk away wondering where he was going.

“Oh- okay..” You trailed off, pouting slightly while looking at your reflection in the fruity liquor in your cup.

“Want company?” A voice asked, you looked up and saw Shinsuke. A small but inviting smile spread on your lips as you looked up at the attractive man.

“I’d love that, yes.” You say.

Suna Rintarō was not an insecure man. He wasn’t— fucking look at him. Name a single thing he has to be insecure about? But seeing you get a touch too friendly with Shinsuke gave him a nasty feeling that erupted in the pit of his stomach and spilled into his chest. That feeling of a stomach-churning followed by heart clenching. Jealousy wasn’t a pretty feeling and he hated that you were eliciting these feelings out of him. Suna’s always been nice. He didn’t mind if his friends played with his toys from time to time. Sharing is caring, right? But for some reason seeing you with another man made his skin crawl. He didn’t like it, not one fucking bit.

Suna felt betrayed, you know? He had feelings too. He leaves you for five minutes and there you are practically fucking one of his house brothers right in front of his face. You should be grateful, he had half a mind to put you in your place in front of everyone but honestly, he didn’t have the energy— he never did. Instead, he had another idea.

The pretty brunette walked up to you, a lazy arm slinging over your shoulder while his other hand guided your chin until your eyes met his feline-like ones. You blinked once you were met with his bored expression. Suna loved when you gave him that ditzy fucking look you give him. All doe-eyed with your plump lips parted. Any other day it made him want to fuck your face until you were crying but right now, he was mad at you. Why were you being such a slut?

“You like him?” Suna asks. It was a simple question, you didn’t think much of it so you answered without a second thought.

“Mhm, he’s nice.” You say in a very gentle and unassuming tone. Suna only nodded at your response.

“Come with me.” Is all he said before dragging you by the back of your neck with a firm hand.

“Where- where are we going?” You asked, trying to find your footing in your heels.

“Shh, please.” He says in an apathetic tone.

That’s how you ended up here: bent over a bathroom sink while Suna pounded relentlessly into your poor little cunny. Your mom would be so proud, wouldn’t she? You remember the day she sent you off to college with the proudest tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. How would she feel now knowing that her sweet, darling daughter was getting slutted out by one of the most popular scumbags on campus?

“Rin, s-slow down, please-” Your voice was whiny and slightly broken up from the sheer force behind his thrusts. He kept one hand latched on your hip while his other held the back of your neck— applying pressure as he pushed your head down on the cool porcelain of the bathroom sink. Suna ignored your pathetic cries, well, he didn’t mean to but he just wasn’t listening to you after a while. It also didn’t help that he smoked nearly a whole joint by himself earlier. Frankly, he was tweaked out of his mind.

“I-I can’t take it-!” You pleaded again. You reached behind you, a clammy hand found his wrist and gripped for dear life as he continued his assault on your cunt. Your fingernails dug into his skin and left tiny crescent-shaped moons behind. Suna wasn’t affected at all by it, just another silly attempt on your end. He knows you can take it he hates when you act like he didn’t train your cunt to take a beating.

“God, do you ever stop talking?” Suna groans.

“You- you’re so mean, Rin,” You whine.

“Yeah? That’s unfortunate.” Suna’s hands spread your plump ass cheeks, his eyes locked on how his cock continuously disappeared into your creamy hole. The milky white ring at the base of his shaft lets him know that you’ve cum already at least once. Maybe that’s why you’re bitching and whining, poor cunny’s all overstimulated. That’s too bad, really. Suna isn’t stopping until he breeds that sweet little cunt.

“R-Rin, please-!” You cried out, feeling him about to yank yet another orgasm out of you. There was a loud knock at the door.

“Busy,” Suna said gruffly.

“Open the damn door, asshole.” You knew that voice. “I got the shit ya wanted.”

You didn’t expect Suna to unlock the door, letting the blond twin you knew as Atsumu into the bathroom. Your eyes widened and before you could say anything, Suna positioned his hips to an angle that made you see stars.

When Atsumu entered the room, he sat on top of the bathroom sink counter a mere centimeters away from your indecent form. You were so embarrassed-- so ashamed that someone was watching you get fucked. You couldn't think straight, there was so much going on that you weren’t able to fully process what was going on. The worst thing about it was, neither of the men was affected by the perverted situation at hand. Suna kept snapping his hips into your abused hole as if Atsumu wasn’t there. The boys have had their fair share of threesomes, sometimes even a gangbang— this was nothing new.

The blond pulled out a small baggie of four colorful pills in cute shapes from his jacket pocket and handed them over to Suna. Suna took a hand from your hip and pocketed the drugs. Atsumu watched in amusement as you whined Suna’s name.

“She sounds fuckin’ cute. Nice ass on her too,” Atsumu says. “She tight?”

“Very— fuck,” Suna groans.

“Rin, no more. ‘M embarrassed,” You say with tears pooling at your waterline.

“Lying isn’t pretty. You forget that I can feel your cunt, you’re about to cum.” Suna scolds. He’s losing his rhythm and pace the closer he gets to his release. The drag of Suna’s cock was massaging your velvety walls so well, you didn’t know how long you would last.

“Don’t cry, sweetpea.” Atsumu takes a hand and puts it under your chin. You’re looking up at him when your tears fall freely down your cheeks, you almost fall for his faux sweetness until he speaks again. “Go ‘head, cum in front of me like the nasty bitch ya are.”

Atsumu’s vulgar words paired with Suna’s thrusts triggered you into your second orgasm. It hit you like a freight train, your cunt pulsing and creaming around the brunette’s cock. Your legs gave out and if it wasn’t for the quickness of Suna then you would’ve fell. He kept a tight arm around your midsection, holding you up as he continued to pound into you. He came soon after you, filling your pussy to the brim while he fucked himself through his release. His arm let go of your midsection causing you to fall limp against resting Atsumu’s lap. Suna was pulling up his pants, tucking himself back into his boxers when his lidded eyes met the blond’s.

“Get out, pervert.” Suna dismissed Atsumu with a look of disgust.

© all content belongs to rekiri 2021. do not modify or repost.

#suna rintaro x reader #suna smut #hq suna #suna rintarō #suna x reader #suna rintarou #suna hcs #hq smut #hq atsumu #hq x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #miya astumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu smut #atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #tw.misogyny #tw.toxic relationship

[miyaagis]

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[planetsano]

you promised forever.

SYNOPSIS 𖦹 when eren returned, you didn't spare him any glances. not even a word. you just simply acted as if he didn't exist. its been days since you've spoken to him, and you find him in your personal quarters.

WARNINGS 𖦹 spitting, face slapping, dacryphilia, blood mention, established relationship, toxic relationship, manipulation, accusations of cheating, hatefucking, attempted break up, timeskip, eren is a sadistic fuck, reader is a pathetic masochist, potential spoilers ahead!

PAIRING 𖦹 eren yeager/jaeger x female reader.

"What are you doing in here, Eren?"

He sat on the end of your bed with his elbows rested on his knees and his slender fingers interlocked lazily in front of his face. He had his hair pulled back into a messy low bun and wore a long hooded trench coat, black slacks, and lace-up boots.

All he did was stare at you. Those emerald green eyes were piercing through you like a needle going through soft flesh during a medical exam.

"Come in and close the door," Eren ordered softly. You furrowed your brows and felt the anger bubble inside your chest the longer you looked at him. He was the last person you were taking orders from right now.

"You have to leave. Everyone is looking for y-"

"I said close the fucking door, (Name)!" His sudden hostility made you flinch, but it wasn't anything you weren't used to. Over the years, you've grown accustomed to his hotheaded nature, but as he grew older, it has seemingly gotten worse. He tended to lash out at anyone who annoyed him, even if it was a mild offense. Still, though, he always kept it at bay when it came to you, Mikasa and Armin.

You sighed and did as you were told, stepping into the room fully and shutting and locking the door behind you. Eren stood up from his spot on the bed and walked his way over to you slowly. Your back was pressed hard against the door, a feeble attempt to put more space between the two of you. The closer he got, the smaller you felt. You felt like he was a predator stalking his prey.

Eren's hand slammed on the door, just missing your head as he leans his weight against it— trapping you with his body. His coat was unbuttoned a bit and exposed his toned chest.

"What do you want?" You asked with a shaky breath.

"Are you not happy to see me? I went through a lot of trouble to see you," Eren's voice was scarily calm as he took a piece of your hair, twirling it around his finger, watching it dance between his digits in mild fascination before looking into your eyes again. "After all, we have been together since we were 14." He dropped your hair from his fingers.

"Do you remember our first kiss?" He had a small smile on his lips while his hand trailed down past your cheek and to your jaw, cupping it gently. You "We had no clue what we were doing, but it felt so right..." He tilted his head slightly and leaned in towards your lips.

You turned your head in the other direction with furrowed brows, refusing his kiss. He jerked from you and gave you an indignant look.

"Have you been whoring around on me? Is that why you're acting like a bitch?” His harsh words shocked you. Instinctively, your hand connected to Eren's cheek with a hard slap. The impact was so hard that your hand left his cheek red and throbbing. He looked back at you with nothing but bottled rage and something unreadable in his eyes.

"You're a sick, selfish, asshole and I want nothing to do with you." Your words were fueled with venom and anger as you spoke. Eren held his jaw as he listened to you talk.

"Two months. You were gone for two fucking months. We were all worried sick about you. How could you be so reckless?" The anger in you was now manifesting in the tears pooling at your eye's waterline.

"We killed mothers, children, so many innocent people for you! You used us as pawns." The tears streamed down your warm cheeks freely.

"-And Sasha, oh my god, Eren- Christ- I can't even look at you. You make me sick." You shoved his chest in an attempt to push him away from you, but he retaliated by shoving you hard into the wooden door with his large calloused hand wrapped around your neck. He presses his body into yours and leans close to your ear.

"You're so pretty when you cry for me. You know that?" His voice was hot in your ear. The unmistakable feeling of his hard-on pressing against your body made your core throb almost instantly. You hated how quickly you folded for him. It was so pathetic. “I've been trying to keep it together this whole time, but I want to fuck you until you bleed.” His hand travels from your throat to your breasts, massaging them through the material of your top.

"There's something wrong with you, Eren.." You whimpered, feeling your resolve crumbling the more he fondled you.

"Fuck, you're making me so hard. Keep talking like that..." Eren's hand traveled further down, his breath still ticking the curve of your ear.

"Stop it. I'm breaking up with you—!" You yelped feeling him rub you through your pants. Your hips bucked against his hand involuntarily. He thought you were so cute, breaking up? Please. Catch him on another day maybe.

"It's been too long since I've had you. Let me ruin you, (Name)."

You shouldn't have been enjoying this. The way his thick cock was ramming relentlessly into your dripping cunt. Stray pieces of hair in his eyes falling from his ponytail as he looked into your eyes so intensely with every thrust. You felt more tears streaming from the corners of your eyes out of a mix of emotions that were too much for you to process at once.

Through all your emotions, though, you were still enraged by him, and the only words you could muster through your moans were:

"I fucking hate you- hate you so much-" You moan through gritted teeth. Your tits bounced every time Eren’s hips connected to yours, and your legs were wrapped around his waist, urging him to keep going.

"Shut the fuck up," His rough hand found your neck, and his other slapped you hard across the jaw. The sting felt delicious.

"You don't hate me," He chuckles darkly. "You hate yourself for loving me— devoting yourself to me so mindlessly like my followers." His words couldn't have been any more true. He owned you—mind, body, and soul.

Eren's hands cupped the back of your knees, spreading your legs as far as they could go. He was hitting deeper than ever before, and your moans of "hatred" turned into incoherent babbling about loving and missing him. It's been months since he's been inside you and his girth was always shocking. He was massive, both thick and long. The head of his cock kissing your cervix with everything single thrust. It hurt, but the pleasure of it was too good.

"You'd do anything I'd ask you too, isn't that right? You worship me like I'm your God?" He asked as his hips continuously snapped into your abused hole. The prominent thick vein he had running along the length of his shaft was rubbing perfectly against your G-spot. You weren't going to last long.

"E-Eren-!"

"Answer me, or I'll make it hurt worse," He felt your walls flutter around his cock at his words, and a smirk spread across his lips.

"You want me to hurt you, baby? Hm?" He leaned over and rested his forehead on yours, never breaking the eye contact he held with you. Your clammy hands were holding the sides of his pretty face so gently.

"Yes, god- hurt me, please! I want to make you happy!" You cried. Eren dropped one of your knees to cupped your cheek in his hand, momentarily slowing down his pace.

"Open your mouth." He said, and you did, letting your tongue stick out through your slightly squished cheeks. Eren leaned over and spat directly into your mouth, then a hard slap connected with your cheek once more, and again, and again. Your mind was gone. The only thing going through your head right now was how good he was fucking you.

"Fuck-" He rasped. "You're gonna cum. I can feel you clenching around me." His thrusts were becoming sporadic and uneven, his own orgasm catching up to him. Eren folds you into a mating press, pounding into at an intense speed. God, he had quite the load waiting to fill that tight little cunt up.

"Eren, I-I love you s-so much." You hiccuped through your tears of pleasure.

"I know. I love you too." His sweet words pushed you over the edge.

"-cumming- I'm cumming!" You wailed, feeling your orgasm wrack through your body. Eren continued to pound you through your orgasm until he bottomed out inside of you, halting all his movement with a stiff body. He drops his head.

"Oh, fuck.." He groans and paints the inside of your walls with his thick white ropes. It almost felt endless until he pulled out, letting your body go limp underneath him. Eren sat back on his knees, watching his cum leak out of you slowly and pool at your ass. The aftershocks of your orgasm making your stuffed hole clench and flutter around nothing.

It wasn't long before you and Eren were up and dressed again. There wasn't exactly enough time for aftercare and pillow talk right now. He stood between your legs as you sat on the end of your bed.

"Are you coming with me?" Eren’s hand ghosted under your chin as you looked up at him.

"Eren, I'm scared.." You say.

"I won't let anything happen to you. I promise." His hand held your cheek. You stayed silent and melted into his palm, holding his wrist in place softly.

"You love me, right?" He asked suddenly.

"Of course I do." You furrowed your brows.

"Then you'll come. You promised you'd be by my side forever, remember?” Eren says. It was true, you did make that promise, and you didn't intend to break it. Now now, not ever, regardless of any circumstances and consequences.

"Okay.." You nodded. "I'll-I'll come." You smiled softly at him, earning a gentle kiss on the forehead from his lips.

"We'll fight, together."

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[planetsano]

warnings ✰ dark content, dubcon, bully! armin, blackmail, manipulation, mind games and mind break, yandere tendencies, verbal abuse, very toxic.

bully! armin who doesn’t push you into lockers nor bumps into you on purpose so your books fall, he instead chooses to use psychological warfare over physical violence to torment you.

bully! armin who’s the class president. everyone is so unsuspecting of him because he has such a sweet and kind aura around him. no one sees the twisted nature behind his pretty blue eyes and charming smile, but you see right through it.

bully! armin who can get you to do virtually anything he pleases after asking once because you’re terrified of him. you’re wrapped around his finger— he savors every waking moment knowing that you’re another one of his puppets. but you? you’re his prized possession.

bully! armin who has a collection of all the nude photos and explicit videos he’s “made” you send. he has them all listed in alphabetical order and placed on a usb drive. it really wasn’t that he forced you— all he did was ask once and you obeyed. you know by now not to protest at his requests. they all vary from dark and blurry tit pictures you’ve obviously taken quickly in a fit of frustration to videos of you playing with yourself. he can hear your sniffles and moans in the audio, and sometimes he’ll get you to say his name. armin takes pride in the fact that he’s trained you so well.

bully! armin who texts you saying to meet him in the bathroom on a quiet side of campus while you’re in the middle of class. with a heavy heart, you do as told and you’re soon on your knees sucking his cock in the last bathroom stall. armin’s words are cutting you deep as he spoke down on you. he wants you to look up at him when he calls you a “disgusting whore.” armin also wants you to know no one would ever fuck you, and that you should be lucky because he’s such a nice guy. armin makes you say “thank you” with a mouth full of his cum, and expects you to finish the rest of your classes with his seed in your mouth— and you do.

bully! armin who tells you what to wear to class the night before. he’s on a facetime call with you and tells you to show him your wardrobe. sometimes you’ll notice that you’re wearing the same color scheme as him and other days you’re getting lingering stares from everyone because you’re not wearing much at all. when armin gets you alone he’ll let you know that you look like a slut despite him choosing your outfit. you’ll cry out in pain when he pinches your nipple, but it's your fault because he can visibly see them through your thin top. fuck, now his cock is hard. that’s your fault too so you’re obligated to let him fuck you in the backseat of his car. if you milk him in time, you won’t be late for your next class.

bully! armin who seethes when he sees you giggling at something a little too hard at some imbecile’s joke. not only were you enjoying a conversation, but you hugged him before walking away. armin caught you in the hallways, a gentle arm rested on the small of your back while he leaned in close to your ear. to anyone else ,it looked like you two could be a cute couple, but the words he spoke to you were vile and terrifying. with the sweetest voice he said: “if i ever see you talking to him again, i’ll fucking strangle you and him then make it look like an accident.”

bully! armin who calls you in the late hours of the night expecting for you to answer. he needs to listen to your sweet sniffles and cries so he can fist at his thick cock. he tells you that you can hang up at anytime, but it would be a shame if someone accidentally leaked all of your naughty videos. you’ll look like the biggest slut on campus. you wouldn’t want that, right? armin didn’t think so, now tell him how bad you want his cock. rub your clit faster, faster, he’s about to cum.

bully! armin who’s had a crush on you ever since he can remember but was too shy to confess to you. over time he’s let it fester into an unhealthy obsession, his mind taking a dark turn at his own internal insecurities and eventually taking all his frustrations out on you— someone he admired for so long. despite everything, he still has a conscience. armin is actively aware that how he treats you is sick, but he can’t get enough of seeing you bend at his every will. you were his dog and he was starting to believe this dynamic was better than any healthy relationship.

bully! armin who doesn’t know that you returned mutual feelings, and as fucked up as it is, you still do. you’ll never understand why he started being mean to you, making your life a living hell, but you couldn’t have it any other way. your heart skips a beat when you see him in the hallways amongst the sea of student bodies. his eyes always linger on you before he pulls out his phone and you get a text saying: “You look like a sloppy whore today. Don’t forget our study date later.” and you smile.

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