#♡toxic reader

[sorcerous-caress]

Toxic Reader who pretends to be Innocent but is actually a major tease.

One night during camp, they lie and say they've never kissed anyone before and pretend to be so shy because what if they're a bad kisser?

Reader who gets separate one on one kissing lessons from their companions afterwards. They act so flustered and embarrassed as they sit on the companion's lap, being taught how to properly kiss for hours on end.

With Wyll, it takes some coaxing to get him to do it, encouraging him to hold onto them as they share a tender kiss. Looking at him all wide eyed and innocent while they thank him for giving them their first ever kiss, watching the lust in his eyes at their declaration. Knowing he gets off at night to the idea of being their first in everything.

Shadowheart, who corners them one night, a bit tipsy as she offers to teach them how to kiss. They happily follow her to her tent, letting her lay them down on her bedroll and feeling her soft lips against theirs, her teeth against their lips. Reader who acts oblivious as they position their knee just between her legs, feeling her grind against it when they tell her how good this felt for a first kiss.

Gale, who kept stealing glances at Reader since that day, who never opened the subject, but his eyes would linger on their lips whenever they had a conversation. Reader showing at his tent one night after dinner, acting all reluctant as they ask him to be their teacher through crocodile teary eyes. Confessing how insecure they feel at having never kissed anyone before, at how he must be amazing in bed since he slept with a goddess. Clinging to his chest as they call him teacher, his face completely red as his hardness pokes their thighs.

[maiiuelle]

what if rafe and reader are more than friends but they didn’t really put a label on it and even top and kelce noticed but rafe still has the occasional hookup and one night when reader was js thinking abt stuff and then she realizes that shes inlove with rafe but when she came over to tannyhill to confess and rafe answered with his hair all messed up and him shirtless and he basically smelled like sex and when rafe asks why shes there she randomly just runs away and cries in her car while driving home so basically just angst (does that make sense idk)

you feel like your going crazy, standing at tannyhill’s front stoop twiddling your thumbs.

your relationship with rafe cameron is complicated; you’d almost call it a situationship, but you couldn’t put a label on it. you’d been going to all of his parties to serve as arm candy, posed with him at the golf course, and hooked up with him more than once. it’s beyond casual, but he has yet to pop the girlfriend question. even with his little commitment, you’d been finding it hard to keep your mind off of him — or rather, what the two of you had done together. you have to mean more to him than he’s letting on.

so, you knock on tannyhill’s giant glass front door again, biting your lip nervously as you look over the texts you’d already sent him to let him know you were coming.

“hey! just thinking ab u.. are u free tn? <3” you asked right after work, hopping in the shower in hopes you could head straight to his place after.

“busy. work shit. u free on friday?”

“oh idk. sucks we cant do tn, i miss u.” you followed your message with a picture of you sitting on your pink bedsheets, posing in the mirror to show off your silky pajamas. you thought he just needed a little convincing, but he didn’t respond.

“can u call me before bed? sorry, i know u said ur busy.”

by then it had been an hour or two, still no response from rafe. you were pacing around your room. all you wanted was to spend time with him, even if that meant lounging around while he works. anything would do, you just couldn’t stay away.

you came to the conclusion had to show him how much you care somehow, and what better way than to go to tannyhill and confess your love for him — it would be like a romance movie, he’d probably be exhausted from work and happy to see you by then!

“i’m sorry if this is sudden, i just feel like i really need to see you. i’ll just drop by for a second xoxo see u soon”

suddenly, the front door swings open, revealing a very disheveled rafe cameron. his bangs are a mess, sweaty and strewn across his forehead. his whole face is red, his lips swollen, and all he’s wearing are blue flannel pajama pants. you’d seen him like this before, pussy drunk and stumbling around a dark room. your heart deflates as he pushes open the front door, familiar blue eyes squinting at you through the night. “the fuck are you doing? you’re gonna wake up my fuckin’ dad.”

“work shit, huh? really, rafe?” you snap, looking him over completely disgusted. “what’re you d—”

“nah, nah. i told you i was busy — did i not?” he cuts you off, holding a finger in your face and grabbing your upper arm with the other hand, making you jump. “could’a kept yourself from all this if you just listened to me, right? right?” he jostles you, like he could shake a response out of you, but you’re frozen. he lets you go at the sight of your face, squeezing the bridge of his nose. “fuckin’ figures.”

“are you.. high?” you pull your knit cardigan tighter around your shoulders, tears already beginning to brim your waterline at the utter betrayal.

rafe recoils, acting overly offended to take the heat off his obvious cheating. “you’re gonna talk to me like that at my own goddamn house? do me a favor — go home, and i’ll think about callin’ you.”

“don’t bother. asshole.” you cry, turning away. the last glimmer of hope you have is snuffed out when you hear the glass door slam behind him, leaving you alone once again.

defeated, you retreat back to your car, wiping your tear stained cheeks pitifully. you should have known, rafe cameron is a player.

➺ do you…

⟡ hear out rafe’s apology

OR

⟡ tell jj what rafe did

[nottsangel]

imagining toxic ex theo somehow convincing you in your drunken state that hes your boyfriend and eats you out..

tw dubcon

“theo, what— what are you doing?” you giggle drunkenly, weakly pushing him away with your hands pressing against his chest, but he doesn’t budge one bit. “we aren’t even together anymore!” theo advances threateningly towards you— his tall, imposing frame looming over you and making you stumble further into his dorm room.

“what the fuck are you talking about?” he growls, closing in with a menacing stride until you hit the edge of his bed and clumsily fall onto his disheveled sheets. you gaze up at him through half-lidded eyes, your head spinning heavily from intoxication as he aggressively grips your face, causing you to giggle even more, despite his fingers roughly digging into your warm cheeks.

“hey, hey, listen to me.” you nod with a drunken smile, staring up at him through your eyelashes. “you’ll forever be my sweet girl, got it?” you nod again, your heavy eyes occasionally closing as you bite your swollen lip, the same lopsided grin not faltering from your heated face.

“yessss sir!”

“that’s my good girl. maybe you’re not as dumb as i thought you were, huh.”

he harshly taps his palm against your cheek a few times, the impact stinging on your skin but the alcohol quickly easing the pain as you continue to giggle uncontrollably. and theo— he’s more than amused at your intoxicated state, knowing it’s easy to get whatever he wants this way.

he then swiftly hooks his muscular arms under your legs and pulls you towards him, making you fall onto your back with force, your body bouncing on the mattress. “don’t get confused again, cara mia. you’re mine forever.”

he places quick, hungry kisses on your legs, moving upward as his strong hands press against your inner thighs to spread them wide open. you let out a giddy, inebriated laugh, completely melting under his touch. “gonna show you that no one can make you feel better than i can, amore. all. fuckin’. mine.”

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reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

[rafesangelita]

toxic!rafe manhandling toxic!reader when she gets bratty or snappy with him

warnings: dealer!rafe, sorta toxic relationship, cheating accusations, arguing, cussing, yelling, physical violence

[11:15 PM] ‘ray <333’ stopped sharing location with you

“what the fuck?” you sat up, staring at the words on your screen like they weren’t real. you called him not once, not twice, but ten times until you were pacing back and forth, imagining your boyfriend balls deep inside someone else. he said he’d be out dealing with barry on the cut, and that was more than enough reason for you to think of the worst. eventually you calmed down, your head shooting in the direction of the door once you heard it open. “what are you doing up still?” rafe tossed his keys on the dresser, plopping down on the bed with a sigh.

“it’s two in the morning, rafe.” your voice was eerily calm, immediately making his eyebrows knit in confusion. “yeah, and?” he reached for your arm, which you pulled away. “what the fuck is wrong with you?” he got up, dragging you with him. “why did you turn off your location?! you didn’t answer any of my calls.. what do you expect me to think?!” you shouted, pushing him in the chest, which turned out to be useless because he didn’t even budge. “i expect you to understand that if i’m not answering the phone it’s because i’m busy conducting business,” his grip on your wrists made your skin burn, “i didn’t just stop sharing my location, but i turned my phone off altogether because barry gets all fuckin’ paranoid. i wasn’t fucking around if that’s what you think.” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“you’re a liar.” you shoved him again, this time making him stumble. “how many times have i told you that i don’t even want to look at anyone else, let alone fuck them?! while you’re here driving yourself crazy, i’m out there making money for us so i could keep you happy,” he followed you into your shared closet, taking the bag you were stuffing clothes in, “you’re not going anywhere.” you shot daggers at each other, both of you fuming with anger. “i know that look in your eye. don’t do anything stupid, y/n.” you glanced at the keys on the dresser, rafe already two steps ahead of you as he picked you up and pinned you down to the bed. you let out a yelp, unable to move underneath his weight.

“i love you, alright? i would never hurt you like that. what did i say when i first put that promise ring and that pretty little finger?” your gaze softened, as did rafe’s. “you said you’d always be honest with me.” he nodded, letting your hands free. “i meant every word.” his voice was barely above a whisper as he leaned in slowly, taking your lips in a gentle kiss. as much as you adored this soft side of rafe, you couldn’t help but grind against him, his teeth nipping your bottom lip in response. “now i have to fuck you back in your place.”

[luvlyycy]

i think aventurine n sampo would be a deadly duo .

purely because of their manipulation they do to you.

like think of it, sampo would be able to lure you into anything that aventurine would want. even better if you're innocent— two nasty perverts, grabbing on your body tryna to teach you how men are supposed to touch a girl.

aventurine always stealing you used panties because it's much easier for him when lady luck is always on his side, huh?

sampo is always reliable, right? you'll always come to him for help. he's s'big and strong, y'know. so when he tells you that when your little pussy aches,, his big strong arms can help, you believe it ! he'll tell his buddy about this, 'n it makes him jealous— so sampo tells that he can help too.

now you're stuffed between these two guys, sampo's muscular arm around your waist as his other is nearly covered in squirt 'cause of your leaky pussy,, — his fingers stuffed inside your over-sensitive cunt, grin plastered on his face. aventurine is on the other side, hand pressed on the back of your head, lifting so you can see the mess you've made on sampo's fingers. his cheek is pressed to yours, kissing and licking at your cheek as he plays with small bundles of nerves— fingers rubbing hard n fast on your clit, wary not to hurt you.

"awww, look at her. i think she's crying.."

"hahh. 's okay,, don't worry. you're squirting so much.."

"she must fucking love this, huh?"

"yeah. fuck, we have to fuck her next time.—"

"ohh, fuck. her cunt probably feels soooo fuckin' good."

"ngh, fuck, yeah. think she's cummin' again.."

[m00nl1ghts1vt]

Raincheck - Matt Sturniolo

Requested by ♡

P - bf!Matt x fem!Reader Sum - When your boyfriend, Matt, finds out about your plans to go out over the weekend, he picks petty fights with you all weeks. When the day finally comes, he makes sure to give you shit about choice of clothing. W - established relationship, slightly toxic Matt, trust issues, strong language, lil angsty?? Wc - 1522 An - This was too relatable cause my man hates to see me going out in any type of clothing that makes my body look good 🫣 haven’t posted about Matt in a while, been missing my delulu man 🥹 hope you guys like it!! (My dividers, feel free to use!) Masterlist City of Love - I- II - III Babydaddy Chris - Positive - Mama - Changed Woman - Scavenger Hunts & Cinnamon Rolls

You tilt the perfume bottle at an odd angle, successfully misting yourself with your signature scent before checking over your appearance in the mirror. One of your best friends had a birthday on thursday, making plans with your friend group to celebrate over the weekend. Celebrating anything in your friend group meant everyone getting absolutely shitfaced, they spoke for themselves when it came to that matter because you'd usually end up being the designated driver on nights like this. Very rarely letting yourself get as drunk as your friends, water was your main chaser, and even if you did get too drunk, your boyfriend was always quick to rush to your rescue. He wasn't the going out type and he wished you weren't either.

A light knock makes you stop touching up your lip stick, breaking eye contact with your reflection to look at the culprit of the mouse-like noise. Your boyfriend, Matt, stands there with his side pressed against the door frame with knitted brows and pursed lips. Raising your eyebrows at him, insinuating you wanted him to tell you why he had the troubled expression on his face, “yes Matthew?” you coo in a teasing tone. 

He lets out a huff and crosses his arms over his chest, “you’re really going out like that?” His question was more of a statement because he knew that’s exactly what you were doing. You told Matt earlier in the week about your plans to go out with a few of your girlfriends, but just like every time you decided to make plans, he had something to say about it. Matt had been picking petty arguments with you since you told him about your plans of going out. Normally, little things like leaving the garage door open and not cleaning your hair out of the shower drain didn’t bother him, but knowing you’d be in some random club, tipsy, around your slutty drunk friends who’d more than likely influence you to go home with the first guy who approached you, didn’t make him want to bite his tongue. He was pissed and he wasn’t sparing any feelings. 

You knew Matt had a difficult time expressing his emotions. He had always been a bit insecure but when he opened up about his ex cheating on him, it all made sense. He was just a little broken, and that was okay with you. It was challenging at times, but you learned to deal with it. A sigh rolls off your chest, “it’s not that bad, Matt,” you tell him, letting a smile pull at your lips as you inch closer to him. He keeps the same somber expression, not objecting when your arms wrap around his neck. Your dainty touch smooths lines down the nape of his neck, making his gaze stick to yours like glue, “I have a jacket," you urge, hoping for his approval, "not showing that much, right?”

You watch as Matt's face warps with frustration and a hint of uneasiness, his hands falling to your waist to push you back an inch. The attitude instantly washes over you, causing you to step back and suck your teeth. Matt fixes his posture, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up as he leans toward you, “your dress barely covers your ass.”

His comment earns one of your legendary eye rolls. Matt could be really inconsiderate at times. If he took the hint, he could’ve avoided another argument by telling you he didn't feel comfortable with your outfit. You had no problem changing clothes if that was the case, but it wasn't. Instead, he searched for an argument, hiding the fact he was letting his insecurities get the best of him. “I don’t plan on bending over and showing everyone my ass,” you shoot back, turning your attention back to the sink to scoop all of your makeup products back into the bag. “You’re not going out like that,” he orders, not letting up on his argument. 

“I bought this dress last month and haven’t been able to wear it yet,” you mumble, not wanting to make matters worse. You hated when Matt was upset with you, but you knew you were straying away from your friends by constantly cancelling on them all because he couldn’t handle the thought of his girlfriend in a packed setting full of drunk, horny bastards without him. 

As soon as the words leave your mouth, he fixes his posture, standing upright, “you need to change your fucking clothes, Y/n. My girlfriend isn’t going out dressed like that,” he seethes, tangling a hand in his brown locks, “do you know how many people know me, that know you’re linked to me? That shit is embarrassing,” Matt rambles on angrily as he watches you stuff all your belongings into your makeup bag. A few tears threaten to brim your waterline, making you quickly blink them away, “I just want to hang out with my friends, Matt. You can come with me, I know it’s not really your vibe but-” you start, but just like your tears, your words go unnoticed. 

He lets out a sarcastic chuckle, making you look at him, “the fuck am I supposed to do, wait in the parking lot?” For a minute you thought your suggestion was doing some good. Given his response, it was probably the worst thing you could've said at that moment. A small wave of embarrassment washes over you, and when you open your mouth to speak, Matt cuts you off before you have a chance to get the words out, “I’m not letting you go out like that, no fucking way.” He keeps his hardened gazed on you, his arms crossed tight over his chest. You knew Matt wouldn’t budge. It wasn’t the outfit that bothered him, it was the fact that his girlfriend was going out and he had no way to keep an eye on her, no way to make sure she was safe from random, drunk douchebags. Running your tongue along your teeth once more, “so, if I change you wouldn’t have a problem with me going out?” Knowing the real reason why Matt didn’t want you to go out to begin with, you knew he’d be stuck on the idea of having you home with him. It was clear he already did too much overthinking about the situation, you didn’t want to make it worse. When Matt stays silent, breaking eye contact with you, his actions confirm your suspicions. He wasn't going to let you leave at all. 

Turning your body to him, you push out another lengthy breath, “Matt, c’mon, this is really what we’re doing?” you point out, keeping your voice light. Both of you knew it was silly for him to be acting this way, you would never in a million years think about doing anything to jeopardize your relationship.

Matt being the stubborn man he is, finally decides to speak out, “I’m serious. I wouldn’t let you go to the grocery store like that, let alone the fucking club, around a whole bunch of stupid drunk-,” he cuts himself off by pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out a huff of air. Fed up with his shitty excuses, you match his frustrated energy by attempting to push past him to exit the bathroom. The only thing you weren’t expecting was for him to wrap a hand around your arm, pulling you so close your chest was pressed against his. Matt bows his head down to your level, locking his eyes on yours. They were so blue you felt like you could drown in them any second, and you were a fairly good swimmer. You trap your bottom lip between your teeth in an attempt to keep quiet, Matt was never this hands on with you, but you weren’t complaining. His sudden need to tell you what you were going to do had a pool forming in your panties.

Matt lets his gaze bounce between your eyes and lips for a moment before he smashes his lips into yours. Letting his hands snake around waist, he glides his tongue across your bottom lip, and you grant him access. Matt walks you a few steps back until you’re pinned against the bathroom door, letting his hands explore your body while his tongue dances with yours. This wasn’t a normal kiss you’d shared with Matt, it was more passionate, like he was trying to convince you to stay. When he pulls away, he presses his forehead to yours, “I need you to stay home tonight.” He closes in the gape by pressing another sloppy kiss to your lips, “please.”

His blue eyes send you into a hypnotic trance again, making you nod a few times, “y-yea okay. I’ll raincheck,” you mumble, not giving yourself the chance to weigh out your options. You knew your friend group would be pissed for rain checking on them again, but Matt wasn’t to blame for his insecurities, and you didn’t want to make it any worse for him. He needed you at home with him, like he said. 

🏷️ - @lvrsturniolo @ribread03 @unknvhx @m11rx @emely9274 @loveparqdise @sweetshuga @frickin-bats @katie-tibo @leila-marie4 @delusional-4-fake-people

(Making a tag list soon so be looking forwards to getting tagged lol. If anyone wants added in the mean time just let me know!)

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[jaegerdilf]

pairings: mammon x f! reader

warnings: cum play + scent marking ? + jealousy + plus size! reader + oral + fingering + exhibtionism + blood + spit

💌: miss writing soso much n mammon brainrot is horrible so hear me out!!!!

mammon with a big girl is something that just sounds perfect to me… he’s so jealous n greedy ‘nd is obsessed with claiming you in the messiest n most carnal way <3 he’s obsessed with marking you with his cum and his seed is so messy n potent n he cums soso much it’s almost overwhelming. he’ll cum on your tits, face, tummy and on your cunt because he loves the thought of other demons being able to smell him on you even after you’re all cleaned up afterwards. their sense of smell is superior to humans so even if you think you’re fine, they’ll still be wary of getting too close because his scent’s just that strong and who in their right mind would want to provoke one of the avatars of sin?

he’ll paw at your tummy and grip your hips so tight it leaves you sore, completely enamored with how you look beneath him, covered in cum and spit yet still begging for more. splays a hand across your tummy while his cock is still ballsdeep in your sensitive cunt and presses down, his sticky semen gushing out around his dick because there’s just so much inside.

mammon’s a biter too… puts his sharp teeth to use when in his demon form and leaves lovebites on your chest n thighs and even across your stomach <3 laves his tongue over the marks when they start to bleed a bit because he accidentally sank his teeth a little too deep in your soft skin.

if he’s feeling a little possessive, he’ll stuff your cunt and have you keep his cum inside n take you around the devildom, a knowing smirk on his face because he can hear even the slightest hitch of your breath and smell how aroused the thought of him showing you off makes you <3

he can never get enough of you either, always has to use you whenever he wants because his greed is uncontrollable. draws orgasm after orgasm from you, nearly salivating because you’re just as selfish as he is! wrapping a hand around his wrist while he’s fingering you or clenching your thighs around his head while he eats you out because you need to cum and you’ll do anything to reach your climax

[mattsfavoritestar]

DO RE MI, chris sturniolo

synopsis… chris finds himself stuck in a toxic one sided relationship but even after the terrible events he had to endure, he still can’t find himself to let go

warnings… toxic!reader, readers lowkey a bitch, toxic relationship, manipulation, angsty, mentions of cheating, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of a car wreck

@bernardsbendystraws for the dividers <3

chris sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his phone with a sinking feeling in his stomach. your name lit up the screen, a flood of messages, just like always. but this time, he couldn’t bring himself to check them. he already knew what they said—another round of apologies, more excuses, a promise to make things right.

he let out a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair. everything had been building up to this moment, but now that it was here, he didn’t know what to feel. just numb.

the day had started like any other—normal, calm—but that was before matt’s car. you’d borrowed it, just like you always did. and this time, the damage was impossible to ignore. you’d clipped a post in the parking lot, leaving a crack in the passenger window as well as deep scratches and dents across the side. matt had lost it when he saw it, his frustration boiling over.

“fucking unbelievable,” matt had muttered to himself, pacing back and forth in the driveway. “told him not t’trust her but no— chris wants to act like a fucking idiot”

you’d stood there, barely batting an eye, as if it was all just a minor inconvenience. “chill out,” you’d said. “it’s just a car. you can fix it. i’ll pay for the damage.”

but matt was already too far gone, his hands clenched into fists. and chris… chris had stood there, his heart sinking into his stomach as he watched you play it off like it was nothing. like you hadn’t just shattered the trust between him, his brothers, and you.

you didn’t care. you never did.

“you don’t get it, do you?” chris had said, his voice shaking with frustration. “you just don’t care about anyone but yourself.”

you’d looked at him, that familiar coldness creeping into your eyes. “you’re so dramatic. seriously, chris, it’s not the end of the world.”

but it was.

now, hours later, chris sat in his room, the silence deafening. his phone buzzed again. this time, it was a text from his bestfriend.

chris didn’t need to read more. the words cut deeper than he wanted to admit. you were out, already moving on to the next distraction, as if nothing had happened. he ran his hands over his face, feeling the weight of it all press down on him. he couldn’t take it anymore.

the club was loud, the bass vibrating in his chest as chris pushed through the crowd. everything felt distant, like he was watching it all happen from somewhere far away. there you were, as expected, the center of attention. you were leaning against the bar, laughing too loudly, too fake. some guy was standing too close, his hand resting on your waist, your fingers brushing against his.

it felt like a punch to the gut.

chris couldn’t do this anymore. his chest was tight as he forced himself to walk toward you.

“having fun?” his voice was cold, the words slipping out harsher than he intended.

you turned, a flash of surprise crossing your face before it was replaced with a practiced smile. “chris,” you said, like you hadn’t been expecting him. “what are you doing here?”

he wasn’t sure anymore. he wasn’t sure about anything.

“nate texted me,” he replied, his voice flat, barely holding it together. “and i’m guessing he wasn’t lying.”

you rolled your eyes, but there was something in the way you shifted, like you were starting to feel the cracks in the act. “god, chris. can you relax? i’m just having a drink.”

he shook his head, frustration bubbling up in his chest. “you wreck my brother’s car, talk shit about me, and then come here, flirt with random guys, get wasted, like none of it matters.”

your eyes narrowed, and for a brief moment, he saw the mask slip, but it was quickly back in place. “you’re overreacting. i’m allowed to have a good time. god, you’re so exhausting, chris.”

“am i?” he snapped. “or are you just tired of people holding you accountable?”

you opened your mouth to retort, but his words hit harder than he expected. so instead, you stepped closer, your voice dropping to that tone you always used when you knew exactly how to pull him back in.

“chris, baby,” you cooed, reaching for his arm, your fingers grazing the fabric of his sleeve. “i didn’t mean to upset you. you know i love you, right?”

but it felt so wrong. every word, every gesture, it all felt manipulative now, like you were playing him again.

“do you?” his voice cracked, the doubt creeping in. “because i’m starting to wonder if you even know what that means.”

you blinked, your gaze shifting from playful to something darker, something more defensive. “you’re blowing this out of proportion. you always do this, chris. you get all worked up, and then you make me feel like i’m the bad guy. after everything we’ve been through?”

he closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of every broken promise, every lie, every time you twisted him into thinking it was his fault.

“after everything we’ve been through,” he repeated, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. “all we’ve been through is you hurting me, lying to me, and making me feel like i’m the problem. i’m not doing this anymore.”

your expression faltered, and for a brief moment, chris saw the cracks. but you quickly masked it, the coldness back in your eyes.

“so that’s it?” you said, your voice low, dangerous. “you’re just going to leave me? you can’t be serious, chris.”

he stepped back, his heart hammering in his chest, the tension unbearable. but he couldn’t go back. he couldn’t keep pretending it wasn’t killing him to stay.

“i’m done,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “you don’t get it, you never will.”

he turned, the pain in his chest too much to bear, and walked out, his hands trembling. the club’s music faded behind him, but the chaos in his mind was deafening.

outside, the cool night air hit his skin, but it did nothing to numb the ache in his chest. his phone buzzed again, but he didn’t need to look. he already knew it was you, calling, texting, pleading.

but this time, chris didn’t care. not anymore.

he walked away, his steps slow, deliberate, his mind caught in the whirl of everything he had just let go. the hurt was deep, like a wound that wouldn’t heal. but as he kept walking, he knew this time was different.

he had to let go. but he couldn’t.

[megistusdiary]

random thought i had this morning, but can you imagine signora as your rich mean best friend??

she's a little toxic with the way she just drags you along like you're her little puppy. she calls you pathetic in a cute way.

she does your hair and makeup for you, saying it's a shame you don't know how to make yourself look good since you're actually cute.

she even invites you on her family's yearly summer trip, to which you politely decline, saying you're not using her for money. but that just makes her want to bring you along more.

(nsfw utc)

when you get there, she's basically making you sit by the pool/beach with her the entire time. oh, you brought your own bathing suit? that's cute. not acceptable, though.

she's taking you out shopping, showing you the cutest, tiniest bikinis, telling you it's suuuper popular wherever you are. part of you knows it's an excuse to see you practically naked with the way she eyes you in the dressing room.

and that same part of you actually likes it. you like the attention she gives you, even if she's a bitch sometimes, you still love her.

and you can't really be mad when she has you eat her out on the beach after sunset. and you really can't be mad when she returns the favor by fucking you with a strap she brought just for you ♡

she laughs at your little mewls, her thumb on your clit, the other hand on your hip as she fucks into you, eyeing your cute tits bouncing with each thrust.

she tells you how cute a leash would look on you, how much prettier you are when you're completely exposed underneath her.

she's degrading you too, calling you her little pet, saying she always knew you were secretly a slutty little thing. but she loves it because she follows that right up with the fact that she always wanted to see it for herself, but only for her and nobody else.

you're hers.

oh, and don't worry. after all this, she's going to absolutely spoil you rotten. you don't want her for her money? how sweet.

too bad. she's going to get you a swarovski anklet with her name on it so she can hear it jingle while she fucks you ♡

[sorcerous-caress]

Toxic reader who keeps leading Gale on but sleeping with literally every other wizard they come across just to fuck with him.

Flirting with Lorroakan right after Gale insults him.

Twirling their hair as they say how Balthazar must have been a genius after Gale is bragging about knowing hot to alter the magic circle in his laboratory.

Literally taking any opportunity to mess with him. He's puffing his chest and bragging about his achievements? You change the subject to how another wizard is clearly superior.

He's pulling the arch-wizard card when talking to lesser wizards? You interrupt him and start complementing them, lowkey hitting on them and making Gale seethe.

He does something entirely extraordinary that no wizard before him has ever done? You tell him good job, but it's a shame that at the end of the day, he's just a wizard and not a real mage, you know, like a sorcerer.

Patting him on the head condensingly when he mentions taking the crown of karsus to himself. Saying how if the grwat Karsus couldn't achieve it, what hope does your cute little Gale have?

Maybe he has enough one day and explodes. Giving you a taste of your medicine as all of your poisonous words and bullying gets used against you instead. He's the one shushing you and interrupting you, he's the one being snarky and downplaying your achievement. Telling you how all you'll ever be good for is warming his bed so shut your mouth when you aren't being spoken with.

Or maybe he completely accepts it, starts believing your words that yes he really can't achieve anything on his own. That being a prodigy is long past him. He needs your guidance and help, he's dependent on your approval like a desperate puppy. He feels like he has to earn the right to taste your lips, to work harder but never be enough.

[torasplanet]

no but like here me out, toxic!armin sharing you with eren tho🤭

he sitting back relaxing on the sofa while having you sit on his dick with eren's plopped happily in your mouth just listening to you take all of it, not a gag heard. armin isn't surprised about that though. he taught you better than that.

a grin forms on his face as he watches your nails dig into eren's legs as he stands in front of you just fucking your face "takin' that so good aren't you?" armin said leaning forward and placing his chin on your shoulder "like eren's better than mine, don't you?" see, armin doesn't believe that shit when he says it. why would he? you're at his feet practically every day for something to fill your guts.

he just likes to say it to fuck with you. to see those hot globs of tears run down your pretty little face "n-no!" you replied pulling your mouth away from eren's dick as his grip on your hair finally allowed it but still tight as ever.

"really? seems to me that that dick making my pretty baby drool." armin said grabbing your chin as droplets of drool ran down your lip. your mouth was still open slopping out moans making the drooling worse than eren's dick did.

eren grinned and pulled your hair forcing you to look up "yeah, not nice of ya' to like me more. slut shit." he said staring down at you teasingly. you went to say something but nothing but pathetic moans came out as your cunt tightened around armin's thick dick. "aw, you wanna cum? is it because of me or eren?" armin spat in your ear making eren cackle maniacally.

your eyes were hot and soon getting watery with the laughing between the two men clearly directed at you. armin's so mean to you but he always makes sure you cum and that he's the one to do it.

©torasplanet .ᐟ reblogs and likes are very appreciated! pls do not repost!!

[nottsangel]

toxic theo headcannons? it’s a need😩💋

toxic bf!theodore nott hcs

pairing: toxic boyfriend!theodore nott x fem!reader

warnings: toxic and possessive behaviour, rough sex

moodboard // m.list // drabbles m.list // taglist

toxic!theo is clever, cunning and manipulative. he’s so sly with it that you barely notice his toxic behaviour

the type to say “wear whatever you want bella, i can fight” and actually mean it

if he catches someone flirting with you, he acts unbothered in your presence but later beats the poor guy until he’s bleeding

he’d get down to his level, grab him by his collar, and look him straight in the eyes, warning him that if he sees him with you again, he’ll be in even more trouble

“i don’t want to see you near my girl ever again, you got that?”

arguments with him are intense, and he’s too stubborn to ever admit when he’s wrong

if you attempt to leave him, he becomes very manipulative, insisting that you can’t live without him— convincing you that you’re nothing without him

“amore, we both know you need me, hm? tell me, who’s gonna take care of you when i’m gone?”

will deliberately start arguments because the sex is always better afterwards

if you try to talk it out with him after that, he’ll start kissing your neck and sliding his hand up your thigh, ready for round two

“theo… please, i just wanna talk about it.” “hm. later.” “but-“ “i said, later.”

so much more rough during sex after a fight. will aggressively pull your hair, wrap his hand around your neck until you feel light-headed, and spank you until his hand leaves a red imprint on your skin

tends to be very cold after the sex, with little to no aftercare as he immediately reaches for a cigarette

has your location on his phone so he always knows where you are. you don’t even know about it though, as he installed a tracking app when you were showering

his demeanour can shift in an instant, leaving you confused and hurt

one moment he’s sweet and caring, and the other he’s cold and distant

but still, despite everything he puts you through, you can’t seem to leave him, because deep down you believe he’s right— you can’t live without him by your side

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[rafesangelita]

Toxic!Rafe and toxic!reader, where they’re fighting because he wants to go out to a strip bar with Topper and Kelce which reader hates (she thinks they encourage his bad behavior) after she told him no. so when reader goes on insta to look at Rafes story and sees he lied and went anyways after seeing a pic of him in the sniffers row at the bar, she gets all crazy and starts responding to the story with full paragraphs 😭 and so when he starts replying she blocks him mid argument, and he goes home and yells at her until they get all lovey dovey again 🥰 (sorry this is long)

warnings: toxic relationship (?), slight humor, cussing, lying, crying, shouting, arguing, mentions of sex, a little plot twist at the end

“..i don’t know about that, man. y/n has a bitch fit everytime i go somewhere without her, i highly doubt she’d be okay with me going there of all places.” you stood outside your bedroom door, rolling your eyes at the sound of topper’s voice. “who cares what she says? she’s not your fuckin’ mommy, bro.” you suppressed a laugh, knowing rafe has called you ‘mommy’ a numerous amount of times. your boyfriend sighed, staying silent for a moment. “look, i’ll ask her alright? if she says no then i ain’t going.” you smiled to yourself, walking into the room with a fresh stack of t-shirts in your hands.

“here she is now, i’ll call you back.” you placed the folded laundry on top of the dresser. “tell the spawn of satan herself we say hello!” kelce shouted in the background. “aww is that dumb and dumber on the phone? hey, guys!” rafe shook his head, a laugh tumbling out of his throat. he hung up the call, getting up to wrap his arms around your waist. you leaned into him, breathing in his cologne as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “listen, uh, topper and kelce are inviting me out tonight, ‘wanted to know if i can join them..” you arched a brow, turning around in his hold.

“and where do y’all plan on going?” rafe cleared his throat awkwardly. “well.. you know how the guys are, they always wanna go to some new place..” he trailed off, clearly stalling as much as he could. “just say it, rafe.” he swallowed nervously. “a strip club.” suddenly his hands felt tense on your skin, and he couldn’t hold your stare. “a strip club?” you repeated, pulling away from him. “that’s cute, but no.” rafe tongued the inside of his cheek, immediately taking out his phone.

[4:30 PM] to: topper, kelce: i’m in, pick me up at nine.

“what are you doing?” you eyed him as he brought the phone up to his ear, walking around to the other side of the bed. “m’telling them i can’t go, because you’re gonna be all pissed off if i do.” you scoffed, eyeing him carefully. rafe cursed under his breath, praying to god you couldn’t tell he wasn’t actually calling anyone. “hey, bro. i can’t go, it’s a hard no.” he scratched the back of his neck. “yeah, i know. maybe another time- wait, where?” rafe stopped pacing, nodding along to his own imagination. “pizza and beer? that sounds good. nine o’clock? alright i’ll see y’all then.” he shrugged as he pretended to hang up.

“alright, no strip club, but charlie’s pizza instead, is that alright?” you nodded. “that’s fine, but you better text me.” he jumped up, pulling you into a hug that ended with you two falling in bed. “i mean it rafe, i want pizza pictures and everything!” he showered you with kisses, taking his time when he got to your lips. you two stayed like that for a few minutes, making out softly before you pulled away. “you should start getting ready before i get too horny, ‘cause then i really won’t let you go anywhere.” you ran your thumb over his bottom lip, sighing when he got up. “good call.” he laughed, getting an outfit ready for tonight.

nine o’clock rolled around faster than you wanted it to, and sure enough topper and kelce were outside honking like maniacs once they pulled up. “i love you, baby, i’m gonna text you in a bit.” you smiled, watching him holler all the way down to where topper and kelce practically tackled him. “we promise to have him home no later than one, mommy dearest!” you gave kelce the middle finger, shutting the door once rafe blew you a kiss. now that you had the house to yourself you figured you’d shower and unwind, maybe finish the book you had been reading. all was well until you glanced at the time on your phone. 10:45 PM, and still no word from rafe.

you opened instagram, spotting the green circle around your boyfriend’s profile picture, indicating he had posted on his close friends. you clicked on it, your heart dropping at the video of rafe throwing money at a stripper’s ass. “front row seats, baby!” he cheered. just as you thought it couldn’t get any worse, the next story was a photo of a blonde sitting in rafe’s lap, topless and smiling from ear to ear. “this motherfucker..” you closed the app, deciding you saw enough before opening you and rafe’s text thread on imessage.

[10:55 PM] - i don’t know what’s funnier; the fact that you had a whole conversation with yourself in front of me to make it sound like you were just getting pizza and beer with your dickhead friends, or forgetting to take me off your close friends list when you want to post yourself at some sleazy ass strip club. you’re a fucking joke.

rafe had never sobered up so fast in his life, all the blood draining from his face when he read your message. “fuck!” he cursed at himself, his head resting in his hands.

[11:10 PM] my <333: baby i promise i’ll explain everything, i’m telling the guys to take me home right now.

[11:15 PM] - there’s nothing you could say that’ll ‘explain’ what the fuck you did. you sat there in my face and kissed me and reassured me when you were getting your way all along. can you even comprehend how fucked up that is? you made me look stupid in front of your friends who already don’t like me. AND THE TOPLESS PICTURE???? ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE???? if i posted a picture with my tits all in jj’s face, how would you feel? we both know he’s one phone call away if i really wanted him.

rafe’s blood was boiling after he read your message, knowing that you could leave him and have someone as desperate and lovesick as jj replace him in a heartbeat. “bro don’t sweat it, man. she’ll get over it.” topper slurred, entering figure eight again. “shut the fuck up, you don’t know the first thing about being in a relationship.” rafe shot back, clenching his fists when the message he tried to send turned green. topper didn’t respond, the rest of the ride home being dead silent.

rafe didn’t even say bye to kelce or topper when they arrived at tanneyhill, instead he rushed inside, eyes immediately falling to you resting on the couch. you were wearing your pink, fluffy robe, rollers adorning your hair while you were typing something on your ipad. “babe-” rafe shut the door, falling to his knees before you. “don’t get near me. you probably smell disgusting.” rafe’s jaw ticked, his patience already running low. “i’m so fucking sorry, y/n. i shouldn’t have lied to you, baby. i promise i’ll never do that again.” you finally looked at him, his bangs falling in his face.

“i know,” you sighed, “you don’t have to worry about me doing anything either.” you got up, attempting to walk past him before he grabbed your leg. “what are you talking about?” you knew rafe well enough to know when he was getting angry, and the way he was looking at you right now only confirmed your suspicions. “you don’t get to do what you did and think it’s all going to be fine and dandy with an apology, rafe. i’m leaving for my parents tomorrow, and don’t ask me when i’m coming back because i don’t know. i don’t think i can live with a liar.” you shoved him away, only making him grab you again, this time throwing you down on the couch.

“you don’t think you could live with a liar?” he narrowed his eyes, a bitter laugh falling from his lips. “has it ever occurred to you that i wouldn’t have to lie to you if you would just not freak the fuck out everytime i want to go out and have fun?” you couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. “you’re one to talk!” you screamed in his face, making him stand up. you followed suit, refusing to let him make you feel powerless. “you wanna act like you’re trapped here? fine! play the victim, but don’t forget everything you do to keep me from going out too.” you were pacing back and forth now, running your fingers through your hair.

“you literally slashed my friend’s tires to keep me from going to her birthday party, and all for what? because you found out other guys were going to be there?” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “i paid for the damages, y/n…” he groaned. “so?! it’s the principal! you do the most when it comes to me wanting to go somewhere, but me telling you not to go to a literal strip club is where you draw the line?? fuck you!” you started making your way upstairs, rafe right on your tail as you did so.

“fuck me?! i’m the one who takes care of you! there’s nothing in this world that you want and don’t have! i take you on regular vacations, i take you out damn near everyday, i keep you in all the newest shit, i pay for you and all your friend’s beauty appointments so that y’all could have a girl’s day twice a month, you just have no fucking clue!” he shouted, making you stop in your tracks. you looked up at him with tears in your eyes, breaking his heart in two.

“and what about everything i do for you?” you let out a shaky breath. “i’m what makes this house a home. i wear the clothes you want me to wear, i eat the food you want me to eat, i talk the way you want me to talk. i’m here when all else fails. i’m the one who holds you and comforts you when things get hard for you. i’m the one who makes sure you never feel alone, ‘makes sure you don’t go through anything alone. i do everything you say. on the days you work long and hard, i’m right here waiting for you with my legs open. on the days that you’re particularly tired, i’ll be on my knees, i’ll ride you and do all the work, and i’ll do everything happily because i love you.” rafe was crying with you by the time you finished speaking, both of you standing in the hallway.

“i get up at the ass crack of dawn and doll myself up everyday because i want to look good for you, i want to please you with everything i do. when we go to the country club, i speak of you in the highest regards, and i do it because i want everyone to know that i respect you. i do all of this, and i do it all without the commitment of having a fucking ring on my finger. if that doesn’t speak volumes for you, then i don’t know what does.” you walked inside your shared bedroom, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. he dropped to his knees once again, hugging your waist like you’d disappear if he let go. “we need each other. i need you.” he cried. you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him up off the floor.

“i love you, y/n. please, you can’t leave.” you cupped his face. “i haven’t seen my parents in almost six months, rafe. i have to..” he nodded slowly, taking your hand in his. “then we’ll go together. ‘tell them we have a special announcement.” you watched him with a confused expression as he went to grab a small box out the bottom drawer of the bedside table. “rafe!” you gasped, hands flying up to cover your mouth. “i’ve had this for a while now, i don’t know what i was waiting for, but i want to do this now.” he opened the box, the biggest diamond you’ve ever seen lighting up your eyes.

“i know we have to work on some things, but there’s no one else i’d rather do this with.” you gazed into his eyes, a small smile gracing your lips. “okay, let’s do it.”

[xythlia]

— NEON MOON

⤿ 2k event req for moje láska @darksisterswielder <3 I luv ur toji brainrot & im more than happy to keep it going mwah :3

mdni. possessiveness/jealousy + semi public. f!reader. bar scene. scammer reader & toji. emotional manipulation. reader likes playing mind game with him. creampie. readers in a skirt.

He hates that you're the brightest thing in this grimy hole in the wall bar. He hates seeing you drape yourself against this oblivious dolt, hates hearing your glittery laugh drift over to him knowing he's not the cause of it this time.

Its supposed to be the easiest ruse in the book: distract and flatter someone who looks far too inebriated to catch on, wait for the right moment to slip your hand in his pocket for a wallet, and then flit off with some excuse to enjoy more drinks and dinner on the oblivious suckers dime before they realize all their cash was snatched under their nose.

So just what the fuck did you think you were doing?

Tojis grip on the bottle in front of him tightened dangerously, the glass miraculously holding out against the pressure as his jaw tightens. He's trying not to look, staring would tip off the bar flies around him at the counter, but you're making it a superhuman effort every time you touch that guy a little too much, laugh a little too earnestly.

Before he can consider the action he's already up, stool of ripped upholstery shrieking backwards from the sticky bartop and he's too focused on you to notice the raised brows of the few other patrons as he stalks over to you.

You, all over this no name fuck like you really want to know him. It just makes his internal pressure worse seeing you grin at him, narrowing your eyes as he grasps your upper arm a little too firmly, pulls you into his side a bit more forcefully than necessary.

Are you fucking enjoying this?

Tojis got every instinct to beat this sap bloody, but for a brief moment he regains control and opts to drag you out into the cold air of the night instead, ruse be damned.

"I was in the middle of something, you know," you snap, grasping his forearm and bringing you both to a halt inside the little side alley behind the bar.

Its the way your fingers subtly rub against his skin that tells him this is some weird game for you, that you're fucking with him and getting him wound up for the sake of it.

"And now you're not," he says bluntly, pushing you against the frigid brickwork. "What the hell was so funny in there anyway?"

You giggle again, enjoying this way too much as your eyes scan his face, that smirk returning to your features as his breathing turns harsher than usual.

"Oh you know, I kinda wanted to see if he could work me the way he said."

Its enough to make him see red.

"But why the hell do you care? Isn't this all "casual"?" You mock in air quotations.

And sure, that's what you both said every time you'd end up with each other at the end of a night or whenever you'd pull small time scams like this but knowing he wasn't the only one to see you, want you, made something tighten in his gut. Something he really didn't like to scrutinize too closely.

Without a word one calloused hand cradles the back of your head, the other keeping you caged against the bricks as he captured your lips in a searing kiss.

For your part you know everything that's in that kiss, can practically taste the insecurity and the naked plea he'd never be able to force out of his throat. But it's alright, because at the same time you know it means everything and nothing at all. He's not a man of grand promises or declarations.

What you don't know is just how territorial he really feels towards you, how often he finds himself in this position but rarely lets himself act on it. He knows you like your fucked up little games, and often chooses to ignore your efforts to wind him up. But goddamn you could wind him tighter than a spring most nights with just a sideways glance.

If asked he'd probably say it's because you're the best lay he's ever had, something gruff and vulgar just to make sure you don't feel too self important and so nobody really picks up on the internal chaos you sow in him. And while that's objectively true, you had this same effect on him well before he ever threw you on his bed and had you clawing at his back.

His lips move to devour the side of your neck and you can feel how hard he is, fingers sliding through his hair and tugging as his teeth graze your skin. Its almost a shame he's not the kind of guy to put on this show in front of anyone, but it's satisfying for you nevertheless.

Eagerly you stroke your palm against his erection through his pants, adrenaline and arousal shooting through your blood like an injection at the way he groans against your jaw. The air no longer feels artic against your skin, if anything you're surprised it's not steaming off you as you start sinking to your knees on the filthy asphalt.

Before you get too far he's stopping you, pressing his chest to yours a little harder, urging you to wrap one leg around his hip as his fingers clumsily push your damp underwear to the side and rub forcefully against your clit.

The stimulation catches you off guard, like being given ever so slight electric shocks as the calloused pads of his fingers slide over your clit, his mouth hot over yours in a kiss that's all tongue, teeth, and desperation. It strokes your ego in a similar way to him stroking your cunt, making you wetter as he pulls away to fumble with his waistband.

The real prize of the games you play with each other is this: feeling him lining up with you, the girth of his head pushing your walls apart as every subsequent inch of him slides inside you and makes your mouth drop open as the pain of the stretch gives way to intense pleasure.

His pelvic bone smacks against you rhythmically, body feeling like it's on fire with the need to keep your soaked cunt clamped around him, how overwhelming it feels to be inside you every time. His other hand comes to grab the nap of your neck, forcing you to keep your eyes on him as his forehead rests against yours.

"Think he could've fucked you like this?" He grunts out and his gaze makes you feel more pinned to the wall than anything. But he doesn't let you answer, focusing his fingers again on rubbing your aching clit and drinking down every moan and whimper you let out against his lips while he splits you open.

What he wouldn't give to have that limp fucker watching you two right now.

The thought spurs him on, thrusts getting harder and sloppier, taking every ounce of self control to not immediately cum when he feels your walls squeezing him in a stranglehold, the way your pussy sucks him back in with every thrust and obviously aching to milk him for everything he's got to give.

And give he does, only holding out for a few more particularly brutal thrusts that have you mewling and digging your fingers into his shoulders before flooding you with thick spurts of cum. He fucks through his own orgasm, swallow erratic thrusts as he glances down, feeling nearly dizzy at the way your body takes him and the creamy ring of white at the base of his cock.

His grip on your thigh tightens, a smug smile painting his features.

Only fair that the prize for your weird little game is being forced to walk home with his cum dripping from your pussy.

[flor4de4amor]

i feel that me and carmy would match each others freak

[eatmyassssssssz]

OKK but like toxic!könig with a reader who’s just as toxic 🤭🤭btw love your work keep it up!!

"let me REST!"

"GO AWAY."

shouting fits were nothing new for you two. however, it always ended up in the same thing.

sex.

"a-..ah- kön..kön i hate you..you're a cunt.."

"s..shut it, you are too, you bitch.." he grumbles.

THANK YOUUU!!! UR SO SWEET ML

@lillianastuff @lucyisdoingfine @handholdinghomie @ask-the-virtual-council @simonrileyscockring

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