#toxic relationship /

[cloudedcreams]

[nsfw] thinking about a yandere! ex who is sooo desperate for you.

you had always been bad for him. in all honestly, you treated him like shit, lying and manipulating him for your own pleasure. he loved it.

he missed the feeling you gave him. the tears that used to roll down his cheeks, the way his voice would crack when he spoke to you sometimes. the shakes and whimpers you’d force out of him and the way you’d humiliate him by making him bark.

he begs for you to do it again. for you to milk his cock and let him be your doggy, all whilst his palms are sweaty and quivering as he lays on his back waiting for you. he can barely speak, drunk off the thought.

and when you do fuck? he’s shamelessly letting out moans, his eyes rolling back before he forces himself into reality for a moment. he’s spilling out praise like a madman, grabbing onto your hips and trying to convince you that it’s you, that you missed him.

and he wants you to tell him you love him.

even if he knows it’s a lie. you’ve always been good at lying, surely telling him this one thing won’t hurt you? you love being a liar, and he wants to hear pretty little fibs spilling from your lips as you stare down at him like he’s worthless.

all he wants is to be used by you. it’s been years since the two of you broke up and yet he threw away his shame to be used by you like this, to feel you bouncing on his cock as he thrusts into you.

he’s screaming out about how much he loves you. he knows he’s fucked up for the thought but he tells you he’ll love you forever, he tells you about just how much he missed you.

you fucked his whole life up and ruined him. you left him walking home in the dead of night, cold with cum stains still around his thighs but he loves you. he can never stop fantasising about just how much you ruined his life.

[wafflclaws]

"I like pathetic men!" Until I'm a big crybaby. Until I'm insecure & controlling. Until I'm needy. Until I wait for you like a dog, every time you're busy. Until I constantly want your attention or to be near you.

Until the thought of you even being away from me, causes me to breakdown and lose it.

[noone-can-kinda-draw]

everyone congratulate them in the comments 👹

[little-frog-writes]

Never thought I’d be into cookie run kingdom, but then this pair happened. I was watching the collaboration on “Spilled Ink” where ActuallyRea showed off highlighters as an art tool. This lead to me wanting to try it and wow! It’s so much fun! It’s fast and I love it!

Mermay is currenting happening so I thought I’d draw the pair as mermaids. Things got of hand really quickly and now they are dancing. I also did the little swirls they talked about in the video. They filled out the page nicely. No matter which way this pair is presented I love it!

Also tried some filters because why not! The rainbow filter makes it look like Shadow Milk is demonic 💙💛

[sheleftforher]

The Exhaustion of Being with Him Healthy love doesn’t exhaust you. It restores you.

[anotherlikeyou]

Therapy is expensive, toxic old men yaoi is free

[lolitaology]

[a-meh]

[jasethegooberton]

It’s rude to look through someone else’s stuff, Sonic.

[wafflclaws]

My tough personality crumbles when I'm with you. Being vulnerable and needy with you, without even realizing that I am. The desperation of trying to convince you to stay & adore me, tends to take control and blind me.

[ditzdoll]

hold me down and show me how strong you are >_<

[cyberiapinksosa333]

“wtf is wrong with you”

you mean like today or like in general?

[nobita-here]

[urprettylildoe]

𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊

...where you're a patient darling to your violent yandere!

        ♡

It had taken only one glance.

One glance at you for him to go absolutely feral — to drop you off at home with a clenched jaw and a rough, territorial kiss that scraped the kiss of your cheek, him grumbling in your ear about how you shouldn't wait for him at dinner because he's going to be late.

And he kept his promise. At midnight, there was a sound of keys jingling at the front door. A weary sigh escaped your lips as the spoon dropped with a clink! on the table. Pushing your chair back, you adjusted the robe on your shoulders and headed for the hallway.

The pitch-black, familiar silhouette of your husband stood in the doorway. It was one of those nights. At first, his habits scared you. Now, they no longer do; it's practically become routine. You rubbed a fist against your drooping eyes, a yawn slipping past your mouth before you could stop it, "darling?"

No reponse. You tilted your head and approached. Blood dripped onto the floor like a faucet. Your feet stayed rooted in place knowing that the blood wasn't his — he wouldn't allow it to be. Yet the most concerning thing, but not surprising, was the tears sparkling in his wobbly eyes. He shrunk back under your gaze, sniffling as his red hands gripped the fabric of his wet shirt.

You sighed, outstretching your arms as you braced yourself for the long night and saying: "come here"

And that's how you ended up draped underneath him on the couch, his face resting in the grove of his neck as his tears dampened your skin and the blood staining the fabric of your robe.

Sobbing, he whimpered pathetically, "m'so sorry, baby" he clung tighter and hid his pathetic expression away — lips bitten red and eyes puffy. "didn't mean to hic! upset you, promise."

You should probably push him away like any other normal person would do in this situation. You should. But how could you, when he looked like a kicked puppy? Your heart practically swelled, refusing to listen to your screaming instincts.

Then, an attempt at retaining your morals you once prided yourself on: "darling, you can't just hurt anyone who looks at me. It's- it's just not right!"

His breath hitched, before his cries grew louder and louder, "but you don't understand! he was looking at you. What if he tries to take you away from me?" the paranoid thoughts swarming his head like bees could be heard from the way he anxiously pressed his hands against your sides, or the little kisses of salvation he littered against your skin. "I love you. I love you so much that it hurts me, that i can't take it if you left me."

"Shh, shh, didn't I tell you before that i'm never leaving you?" Your hands smushed and lifted his cheeks up to meet your gaze. "that i'm yours and yours only, hm?"

You were so soft that he felt like a small speck of dust in your presence, that he was biting the skin under his nails at the thought of anyone so much looking at you, images of bashing their head so very present and insistent before in his head.

"So you're not leaving me??" He whimpered, trying a weak smile and leaning into your hand.

Another sigh. You tried so, so hard to be mad at him, but you just can't. Not when he keeps on pulling you back in, not when he looked like this, not when you don't know what'd he do if you try to leave. "No, i'm not leaving you." A pause, one that maked him falter. "But you promised me last time that you would stop doing this."

his pout deepened and leaned in closer to your jaw, opting to place gentle kisses in the spot that made you weak in knees. He cooed, "then I promise this time, that i won't do it again. Okay?" His big glassy eyes, shy but determined, stared into your soul.

You let your body sink back into the cushions, nodding as you closed your eyes and let him worship your body for the rest of the night for you to eventually, and inevitably, forgive him. But the both of you knew that he would break his promise again, and you would be waiting with open arms at the door.

And each and every time, you'd tell yourself that you'll finally break the cycle, but you'd never find the heart to.

"Okay"

[inhogf]

Lee Byung Hun, your teacher.

more of teacher byung hun · contains: teacher x student, huge age gap: reader is in school, byung hun in mid 50s. smut, dry humping.

byung hun was never the type to want someone so young, no, never— that was until you came into the picture. the little glances he'd share with you in his classroom, your perfect body all dolled up in skimpy clothing just for him, he could tell you do it for him, how desperate you were for his attention. his eyes would be fixated on the gentle slopes of your waist, the curves of your ass and the plush of your thighs. he just wanted to devour you whole. keep you all to himself.

and you weren't oblivious to that. you would always feel his gaze lingering on your figure a bit longer than usual, heat pooling down your core as you squeezed your thighs together in attempts to find something to grind onto. he made you such a mess.

he wanted to keep things professional; keep his distance. but the way you'd look up at him with those fuck me eyes had him running into the staff bathroom stalls, unable to handle any more of the ache growing between his legs, beads of precum spilling out of his uncontrollably swollen tip before he even got to take his boxers off. he needed you. needed you to take his load out into. but he knew he couldn't make his move; poor little byung hun knows he'd get in so much trouble if he tried messing with you.

and he doesn't care.

because right now you were straddling his lap and the growing bulge you thought you were supposed to ignore, as he tutored you after keeping you back when school had ended. the school halls were empty, save for the faint echoes of laughter drifting in from outside. the room was locked, he made sure of that. he doesn't anyone walking in and seeing what he does to his pretty girl.

“such a dumb girl, hm?“ he'd make a remark, pointing to the big red C on your test papers. and all you could do was nod calculus was never your strong suit— but you were beginning to feel like mr. byung hun gave you a C just to keep you back in his classroom.

your breath hitched as he laid a big heavy hand on your thigh, the other held a pen fixing the mistakes on your test paper. you craned your neck back to look at him, faces so close you were practically breathing each other's faces in. he had a dumb smirk plastered on his face— one so subtle you weren't sure if he knew what he was doing right now. if he knew you, his student, was on his fuckin’ lap right now. what a whore.

he tilted his head, removing his hand from your thigh to take off his glasses before setting them on the desk, and clasping his hand on your thigh back again. this time, he'd rub small circles and grab small chunks of meat occasionally. poor you, you didn't even know what to do at that point— but you wanted it. you were down right pathetic for him.

without warning, he'd buck his hips up into the softness of your ass, prevailing in rubbing the growing boner just into the right spot. your breathing got faster, as you bit your now-bleeding bottom lip once again. you were—

“grind.“

and holy fuck. you were absolutely leaking after that. you were so, so, desperate, you started drawing circles into his lap with your hips without giving it much thought. he'd shut his eyes close, nipping at your neck as his free hand reaches around and clamps the base of your throat and pulls it back slightly; all whilst you two were going back and forth, taking turns grinding on each other.

and byung hun was so effing cute, he creamed his boxers before you guys could properly even start. you can't be mad at him, after all, he was your beloved teacher.

cc @inhogf dont steal