#youre incredibly toxic and nasty

[callofdudes]

Alejandro's VA has a girlfriend now 😭😭 I'm so upset, she's mid as shit too though like-

Right... You want to hear my opinion on this? I'm going to be a little harsh, because some of the FANDOM IN THE BACK NEED A REALITY CHECK!!

I understand we all like Alejandro, and Alain is a very handsome man. But what the fuck is wrong with those of you who feel it's ok to attack him for having a girlfriend??

Saying she's mid? You guys are just mad it isn't you. It was never going to be you, he wouldn't date you, he's not yours, get your heads out of your asses.

I hate to come off as rude (lol no) but I'm seriously tired of this. We have a good thing and let's not ruin it because people are toxic.

Alain is a human being, his own human being. He isn't Alejandro. He shares the face, the body and the voice but he IS NOT Alejandro. He's his own person with a life outside of pleasing people in one community that he and others are trying so hard to stay open to.

And doing things like harassing and trying to tear down someone he really loves and cares about says more about them than anything else.

Alain is not yours, he will never be yours, he never was, and he has his own life.

Now.

Get. The fuck. Over it! It's not that hard, I promise you.

[rainrot4me]

Rain’s Kinktober 2024 - 12

Jeff the Killer x TransMasc (FtM) Reader - Hair Pulling/Pegging

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Pegging, forced submission, hair pulling, mentions of injury, bottom Jeff, domination, cunnilingus, anal, rimming

Tag: #rainykinktober2024

Words: 3.8k

A/N: I didn't get to flourish out the reader being trans as much as I would have liked to, but I also felt like it not being an incredibly big writing point makes it more natural? IDK give me your thoughts and ways I can improve it please! I've never written a trans reader, but I wanted to try my hand at it!

Was it smart to get into a relationship where the two of you had insanely gigantic egos? No.

Did it make it much more satisfying to come out on top every time? Hell yeah.

“One more word, I dare you.” You spat. 

From anyone else’s perspective, your relationship with Jeff would seem toxic and demeaning, constantly bickering or knocking each other around to prove a point. Sure, it was far from healthy, but you could expect only so much from a certified lunatic.

“Or what? I’ll get time out?” The killer snickered, leaning back on your bed as he spread his legs wide, a disgusting grin on his face. 

“You’d get off to that, wouldn’t you? Bust a nut just from getting told to sit in the corner.” You scoffed, hauling your hoodie over your head and throwing the nasty fabric to the side, turning towards your bathroom to get a good look at yourself. Jeff was still smiling, chuckling to himself as he stood to follow you in. 

You both had just returned from a long night, bodies sore and heads pounding from overexertion, but that didn’t stop either one from throwing snotty remarks. 

Flipping the bright bathroom lights on, you glared at your reflection, gnarly bruises and scratches running up your chest and shoulders, the wounds still bright with irritation. Jeff sauntered in behind you, bright eyes roaming your bare back that you were sure looked much worse than your front. “Jesus, [Y/N], how did she even do all that?” He cringed, settling his rough hand on your shoulder to examine the litter of scratches all down your spine. You huffed, shoving his hand off and reaching for the faucet, running warm water as you grabbed a rag. 

It was embarrassing to admit that some lady, a younger police officer who tried to intervene in your mission, had banged you up bad enough while you tried to take her out. Maybe you would’ve let Jeff try to be sweet and clean you off, but the killer was the one who alerted the damn woman with his “go to sleep” bullshit. You got her off of you and delivered some nasty blows, but she got some good hits too, cutting up your skin with her nails. Jeff laughed the whole way home, throwing a shit-eating grin every time you glared at him.

Running the rag across your bare shoulders, you groaned, the small sting tolerable but definitely uncomfortable as you cleaned yourself up. Jack was out hunting, so you couldn’t get his professional opinion, but you deemed them not bad enough to get all the sterile stuff out. Rummaging the cupboard behind the mirror, you shook a few ibuprofen into your hand and called it a night. 

“Aw, won’t even let me bandage you up? C’mon now, baby…” Jeff sneered, trying his best to put on a sweet face as he ran his fingers down your back, tracing the skin right above the waistline of your jeans. You huffed, anger still boiling in the back of your mind despite the chills that littered your skin, your eyes trained on him in the mirror behind you. “Lay off, Jeffrey.” You tried to nudge back to your bedroom, your messy sheets and pillows practically calling your name, but Jeff wrapped his hands around your waist, tugging your back against him.

If there was one thing about the killer you could always count on, it was his unwavering ability to become insufferably horny after any mission. You chalked it up to the aftermath of the adrenaline rush, but he never failed to get all touchy whenever you both finally made it back to the mansion.

“Why so angry, babe? How ‘bout you put all that energy to good use, huh?” He smiled, pressing his nose behind your ear and kissing lightly, trying to switch up his annoying demeanor to coax you. He was always good at that, playing the nasty one until he decided he wanted to be sweet, using all the right moves and words to melt you down. Tonight, however, you felt just a little more ill than usual, body still wired with adrenaline and anger- it would take more than kisses up your neck to get you now.

Shifting your shoulder, you nudged him off, the gruff sigh from the killer annoyed that you didn’t immediately give in. How could you not? He was irresistible?! He followed you into the bedroom, tugging at the belt loop of your jeans and pouting when you refused to show him attention, or groaning when you ignored his hands pawing at your waist. All the usual hints that he wanted you weren’t working, and Jeff was becoming more frustrated by the second. “[Y/N]... C’mon…” 

You secretly smirked to yourself when he sat at the edge of your bed, rummaging through your dresser for clean clothes that weren’t matted with speckles of blood and dirt. He leaned back on his elbows, groaning about how stubborn you were being while you unbuttoned your jeans, shoving them past your hips. His grumbles quickly faltered, the only noise the shifting and settling of the mansion as he watched you kick your jeans off, snagging your fingers into the waistline of your boxers next. 

You heard Jeff sit up, your bed creaking under the weight when you pushed the fabric over your ass, bending just a little to tease and send a staggered breath from the killer. You smiled to yourself when you kicked your boxers off, bare back on display to him as you reached for your clean clothes, refusing to turn and even let Jeff think you were giving him what he wanted. He pushed off the mattress, feet creaking on the floorboards when you felt cold hands run across your waist again, his hips pressing against your ass.

“Baby…”

“Jeff, no.” It sounded a little cold, but you didn’t intend to let him think just because he wanted you, he was going to get you- he had to work for it.

He whines, a pout forming on his lips when he presses kisses against that same spot behind your ear. “C’monnn, you’re not gonna stay mad all night. Lemme make it up to you.” You raise a brow, refusing to show any interest as Jeff ruts his clothed bulge against your ass, mouthing kisses onto your shoulder.

Trying to pull your shirt over your head, the killer grumbles at your disinterest, trying to push his hands down to your sweet center and maybe coax you along, but being left unsatisfied when you elbow him off and step away. “Go jerk off in your own room, man. You’re not getting it for that fuckjob of a mission you pulled.”

Even if he did decide to leave, you would’ve rubbed one out yourself. You couldn’t deny how excited you got from seeing the oh-so-big-and-bad-killer start to whine and paw at you, desperation creeping in when his cock twitched uncomfortably in his jeans. He ground his teeth, stepping after you when you tried to climb into the bed, wearing nothing but a clean shirt as your ass swayed vulgarly. 

“Babe- c’mon… Sorry? Alright? I’m sorry for bein’ an ass- Just… please?” It was so satisfying to see him cling onto your hips, tugging you up off the bed and holding you close to his chest, his obvious boner pressing against the side of your thigh. You huffed, secretly smiling to yourself.

You would let him have it, but he wasn’t going to like it.

“Alright…” He perked up, kissing you across your shoulders again, before- “Grab the strap, then.”

His kisses faltered, letting off your skin to look you in the eyes, trying to gauge if you were being serious. You didn’t use it often, only daring one time to experiment, but ultimately deciding you both didn’t prefer it. It seemed appropriate now, your body flipping that anger into excitement when Jeff began to shake his head.

“Baby… You can’t be serious-”

“Go on, Jeff. You don’t get to choose right now.” You dropped your voice, a stern tone that made the killer stiffen up, shifting his weight back. He didn’t try to beckon, just let go of your hips and sheepishly knelt down, reaching under your bed. With heavy eyes, he grabbed the small tote you hid, popping the lid open to reveal the gaggle of toys you both had used on one another, the killer’s hands fishing for the dull pink strapon at the bottom. You leaned back on the bed when he held it out, shoving the box back under your bed and groaning when you took it from him.

You drug it out, slow and methodical movements when you dipped each leg into the holster, snugging the straps around your hips and tightening the clips. Jeff watched anxiously, sitting back on his haunches while his fingers gripped into his jeans, staring at the dildo you were adjusting at your crotch. The smooth base of the toy pressed against your cunt, settling against your clit in a way that made you huff a groan.

Tugging your shirt off, Jeff eyed your body, eyes roaming your chest and arms as you towered over him. You smiled down, sitting back against your bed and spreading your legs, the killer’s face a little more pale than before as you beckoned him closer. He hesitated at first, testing if you were really serious, but eventually shuffled forward onto his knees when you glared at him. 

The toy wasn’t incredibly big, just a little smaller than Jeff’s cock, but it was definitely more than he was used to taking. Jeff had no remorse in forcing himself into you inch by terrible inch, stuffing you to his heart’s content despite your raspy pleas to go slow. It felt appropriate to not give him the same luxury of being gentle.

“Hurry up. You wanna cum or not?” Jeff furrowed his brows, shifting his weight up to press his head just above the tip, eyeing you just once more as you smiled sickly. Soft groans leave your mouth as he flattens his tongue and licks at the head, saliva glistening across the silicone when he tries to wrap his lips around the tip. “Watch your teeth, yeah?” 

Maybe he would’ve made some sly remark about how it was just a toy and made fun of you, but you wrapped your hands into his hair, gripping the messy strands tight as you began to shove his head down. His neck was tense, mouth trying to accommodate the sudden intrusion as he gagged and choked around the length, trying to press back up. You held him, continuing to force him down until you felt his nose press against your hip, muffled coughing as his fingers dug into your thighs. Through the scars on his cheeks, you could see the toy going deeper, nestling itself into his throat as Jeff unhinged his jaw to accommodate. 

“Don’t fight me, Jeffrey.” You grovel, Jeff sitting up a little more as the toy presses hard against his tongue, you forcing the length to brush against the back of his throat. Tears well in his eyes, unable to breathe properly as his skin heats, flushed from the sudden overwhelm. He could try to resist, but you demanded his compliance, and honestly, that turned him on something terrible. “Always runnin’ your mouth, messing things up- this is what you get.”

A stark tug on his hair and he’s whining, bobbing up and down the length with heavy eyes, the lack of oxygen bringing him down from his domination a lot quicker than you expected. The sounds are so messy, spit building on his lips and glistening across the silicone every time his lips meet the head, tongue flattening across the divot in the tip and taking it like it was real. You moan at the sight, clit jerking every time the strap shifts and rubs just right.

Jeff’s head feels light, letting his jaw hang loose despite the war in his head telling him to get up and shove you off. He knows he could easily stop this, fight you off, and take what he wanted, but something in his likes how your eyes bore down at him as you own him, a claim being staked. He could fight, could deny ever enjoying it, but he couldn’t lie when your hips pressed off the mattress and began to snap into his throat, fucking the toy in haphazardly.

You enjoyed this a little too much too- the way your idiotically loud, egotistical, manic boyfriend loved to act like he was big and bad, but found himself falling apart, jaw slack, eyes rolling back while you used his throat. You fisted his hair hard, whining and gasping through slobbered gags every time you tugged the strands, forcing him to comply. Tears fall down his pale cheeks, sweat dripping down his forehead as you finally pop his head off, eyes hazy and heart thumping in his chest while you look down at him, satisfied with the state he’s found himself in.

“Hah- Hnn- Baby…” He pants, trying to catch his breath while you run your fist up and down the length, coating his saliva across the silicone and admiring the way it shines. You glance at him, face flushed and eyes heavy, hair still pulled back into your grip as his jaw hangs slack. “You… Wanna feel- hah- you…”

“You’re so fucking noisy. Babbling already and we’ve barely started.” That shuts him up, embarrassment heavy as he pants, trying to catch his breath. You tug him forward, holding his face close as you slap the toy across his cheeks, his spit smacking his skin lewdly, the killer tightening his face with the impact. 

“Up on the bed.” You stood, nudging him to climb up onto the mattress, but finding the killer reluctant. You eyed him, reaching for his jeans and slowly unbuttoning them, watching as his eyes lazily followed your movements. He reached for his shirt, hauling the fabric over his head when you helped him shove his pants off, kicking them to the side. His cock was heavy in his boxers, a wet stain where his tip twitched, huffing a low groan when you palmed at the length. “Up on the bed, now, m’kay?”

It took a moment, but reluctantly Jeff climbed up, shoveling his boxers off and groaning at his wilted cock, the tip a deep red. You pressed onto the bed, Jeff flipping over and whining into the sheets with embarrassment. He couldn’t stand how turned on he was, overwhelmed with the fact that he might’ve been enjoying this. “Quit bein’ a baby and acting like you aren’t enjoying this. I mean, look how hard you are.” It was like a stab in the gut, but Jeff couldn’t stop his cock from twitching at your tone.

He pressed his knees up, palms digging into the sheets as he climbed onto all fours, letting his spine drop the best he could and arching uncomfortably. You admired his effort, shifting behind him as you palmed at his skin, delivering hard grips to his ass. Jeff shuddered, body shaking slightly when he felt you lean down, breath tingling his skin as his cock hung between his legs.

“Get over yourself and just enjoy it, alright?” You huffed, pulling the plush off his ass apart and pressing in slow, a long stripe of your warm tongue across his hole. The killer choked, a gruff moan when you slowly lapped at him, trying your best to break that tension he held. Jeff tried not to fight, tried to listen to you and enjoy it, but found himself stiffer than ever, fingers digging into the sheets. You could feel it, his body so rigid as you kneaded his ass, moaning into the sweet taste.

You reached between his legs, wrapping your fist around his swelled cock and slowly stroking, his hips jutting with the stimulation. Jeff moaned, jaw hanging loose when you felt his hips jerk with every stroke, your grasp tight around his length while your tongue dipped shallowly into his fluttering hole. Your warm saliva coats him, opening up slowly for each tug you give his cock, the duality easing his body, arms shaky and weak as the killer tries to keep himself up.

Your tongue dips fully into the tight ring of muscle, lulling with a groan as how he eases up, pushing his ass back against you as precum dribbles onto your bedsheets, his loud gasps and groans teetering on the edge. “Baby… Yeah- Mhnn- Yeah-” Your own arousal throbs in your gut at his willingness, riding back across your tongue as he bites his lower lip, eyes closed in hard concentration. 

“My tongue too much, hm? Can’t hold on much longer?” You kiss along his ass, hand still slowly stroking his cock just enough to have his hips stutter for more. The killer nods, quiet moans as his thighs tremble and clench, arms daring to give out. “Then maybe you need something bigger? Isn’t that right?” Jeff tries to retort, pushing up a little, but you’re already sitting up behind him, grasping his hips hard enough to bruise.

You teasingly draw circles around the rim, Jeff shivering, hole quivering at the cold feeling of mixed saliva slipping between his ass. He moans out, arms finally giving as his chest hits the mattress, face smashed into the sheets.

Arching his back stiffly, he grinds his ass back against the toy prodding at his asshole, muffled gasps when he feels you begin to press in, the head slowly disappearing into his tight hole. Jeff tries to keep his flushed face hidden in the sheets, biting into the fabric to sheath any terrible noises that erupt, but finds himself needing to look back at you.

He shifts, lying the side of his head out as he looks back over his shoulder, your face hard in concentration while you slowly bob your hips back and forth. The stretch is nauseating, shocks of pain and glorious pleasure running up his body every inch you try to sink in deeper, bully past that pesky resistance he’s still holding onto. “Open up f’me, Jeff. You said you wanted to feel me, didn’t you?” You teased, glancing up at him with a slurred smile.

“Ah! Please, baby.”

“Please what? Use your words, Jeff.”

“Please. Wanna cum so bad.”

Sweat dribbled down your brow, fingers grasping his hips with a bruising intensity that had his skin red with irritation. His walls flutter, hole clenching painfully on the toy that is only mere inches from the hilt. Jeff feels so full, so painfully full he thinks he’s going to snap. You take the opportunity, pulling your hips back before pushing back forward, watching as his hole stretches to accommodate, just to suck you all back in again. It’s a mouthwatering sight.

“Fuck! Baby, yeah-” Jeff curses the puny tone to his voice, desperation guiding his hips to fuck back onto the toy, the length brushing that sweet spot nestled deep inside. His cock is leaking something terrible, you barely thrusting but it feels like you're slamming into him, bullying your anger into his submission. You know all the ways to make him tick, all the ways to brush your hands up his back and make chills graze his skin, his gut heavy with arousal.

You don’t have to move anymore, Jeff is practically doing all the work for you. He can complain in his head all he wants, but it’s his ass that’s bouncing back onto your hips with loud, syrupy whines. His cock slabs against his abdomen, the squelch and smacking as he fucks himself raw, his head nearly spinning with haziness. “I wan- I wanna cum, please, babe.” He gasps out, teary eyes blown and looking up at you so desperately, face so messy.

You leaned in, pushing his hips down and resting your weight on top of him, bringing your hips up just to slam right back down into him with a choked moan. You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging his head up and back as you forced him to look at you. “Do you think you deserve to? After how you treated me today?”

Jeff hesitated, breathy moans as you rutted your hips down, grinding the toy into him and bumping against his prostate. He finally shook his head, gritting his teeth when you leaned in to press a sloppy kiss on the back of his neck, tugging on his hair. You were just surprised he gave you the answer you wanted, finally breaking past his egotistical cumdrunk self and letting you diminish him. It was satisfying, it was arousing.

You sat back, hauling his hips with you and reaching around his waist, snagging his cock into your fist and jerking as rhythmically with the thrust of your hips as you could. Jeff moaned loud, grappling at the sheets as you bounced his ass back, finally loosening up enough to take the toy to the hilt. 

“You wanna cum, Jeff?” You huffed, knocking the head of the toy against his prostate, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure through his body. Was he drooling or were those tears? He didn’t know, but he could barely choke out his answer.

“Yes.”

“Then cum.”

Maybe it was the glint of fondness in your eyes, or the pierce of your fingernails digging into his hips, but Jeff is immediately snapping back onto your hips, reaching his climax. Poor, exhausted cock throbbing and cumming dry, stripes of hot white onto your bedsheets below. “Ah- Cumming- M’cumming hgnh-”

Head still reeling, the killer can do nothing else but lay there limply, exhausted and fucked out of his mind as you slowly remove yourself from his clenching hole. He’s never felt so vulnerable, so ruined.

As you tenderly roll him over, he’s still panting, heart thudding so hard in his chest that you swear you can hear it. You let the strap fall from your hips, shimmying the toy off and slowly climbing up onto his thighs, straddling his limp hips.

Jeff was never a one-and-done kind of lover, rallying for two or three rounds every chance he got, so why wouldn’t you give him the same luxury? A taste of his own medicine should keep him pliable for weeks, you think.

Settling your hips out, Jeff jerks when you grab his cock, the length still flinching with postorgasmic swells as you slowly press down onto the head, Jeff hauling up. He watches through tear-soaked eyes, that later he will swear never happened, as your bulbous clit throbs with arousal, shifting your weight down to feel him sink inside of your warmth.

“[Y/N]- Wait, wait, woah-” He cries out, gripping his hands onto your hips as you begin to slowly rut yourself down. “Did I say we were done? You wanted to feel me,” He gasps, throwing his head back with a strangled moan. “So lay back and take it, Jeffrey.”

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[gators-aid]

decode (pt. 2) - toji f. x reader

previously titled: leave us

masterlist.

part one. | part three.

you and toji fushiguro have been in an on-again-off-again relationship all throughout high school. over the summer break after graduation, you find out you're pregnant. too bad toji has already skipped town after your last breakup.

tags: fem!reader, gun violence, harassment, physical violence, mention of domestic abuse (not between toji & reader), teen pregnancy (reader and toji are both 18-19 range), mentions of abortion, mentioned that toji sold drugs, americanized setting, non sorcerer universe, 00's setting, reader is megumi's mom, toji initially denies megumi is his, i aged up gojo, geto, and shoko so you can have some frens, exes to lovers (eventually), their relationship is toxic rn, not beta read we die like toji :(

wc: 2.7k

4 years later..

You pull Megumi’s hat over his ears to protect them from the cold and squeeze his body closer in your arms. “My mom can’t watch him today, she’s got a doctor's appointment. Shoko and Geto are working right now, too! I promise he won’t cause any trouble. He can sit in a booth while I’m working. Pleeeease, Nanami! You know he’s a good kid!” You beg your boss. He looks down at you and your son, contemplating which rules this would violate. 

It’s Gojo who comes to your defense.

“Come on Nanamiiii, I can help her keep an eye on him! You won’t have any problems, my Megumi is the sweetest little thing, aren’t you baby? Aren’t you?” He leans over to squeeze Megumi’s cheek until Megumi turns his head into your chest to escape Gojo’s teasing. 

Gojo had taken up working at the diner with you after he dropped out of college on account of, “My family has enough money for me to never have to work again. Why would I waste it in college when I can spend my youth working a minimum wage job for fun?”

You and Shoko had punched him in the face for that one. 

“Any disruptions to the customers and you’ll have to figure something else out, Y/N. This is a one time thing. Gojo, don’t let the kid be a distraction to you. You need to stop forgetting you have tables all the time.” You smile and give Gojo a victory high five. “Are you excited to spend the day with mama, Megumi?”

Megumi had turned four a couple of weeks ago. You two now lived in your own modest apartment. It was close to your mother’s house and your job. Usually your mother would keep Megumi for you during work hours, and when that wasn’t available Gojo, Geto, or Shoko would help you out. With all four contenders busy, there was no choice but for you to bring Megumi with you to work. Babysitters and daycare were out of the question on your salary of shitty tips. You could barely afford the apartment. The only way you could get furniture into it was on a loan from Gojo (which he refused to let you pay back). 

You, Nanami and Gojo walk into the back of the building through the kitchen to punch in. “Our little Megumi’s gonna be joining us today!” Gojo announces to the kitchen staff, mainly comprised of high school students and Hakari. You hear various coos as you walk Megumi through the kitchen. “Can you say ‘hi,’ baby?” You whisper to Megumi through his knitted hat. 

He pulls his face from the interior of your sweater and meekly waves to the staff, who all burst into bright smiles. There had been a few times your mother had brought Gumi to the diner to see you during hours, meaning the staff had not only heard of, but had seen Megumi around quite a bit. 

Megumi, unlike his father, was incredibly shy and quiet even for his young age. He was one of the best babies you could ever ask for. He cried of course, even had a nasty case of colic when he was little, but on average he cried far less than a normal kid. For a while you were concerned, bringing him to every doctor your insurance would allow to get second opinion after second opinion. Their conclusion? It’s just his personality. 

"It seems like he cried all his tears out during his first couple of weeks!" One doctor had joked. Yeah, so had you.

Every time you looked at Megumi, you saw Toji. Their resemblance was undeniable. Sometimes it felt as if he hadn’t inherited a single genetic trait from you. Some days, it made you more sad than others. You hadn’t seen any baby pictures of Toji, didn’t think his family even owned any, but if you had to guess, Megumi had to be the spitting image. You’d see old classmates you hadn’t talked to in years only for them to comment on how much they resembled each other. Not knowing about you and Toji's dramatic breakup.

You and Gojo punch in and take off your coats to hang them up on the rack. Yuki, one of your newer coworkers, bursts through the door with a few empty water glasses. “Agh, thank god you two are here!” She exclaims, setting them down by the sink. “I’ve got this table of guys that are driving me batshit. The kitchen guys don’t get it. I need a freakin’ break.” 

You giggle at her and take off Megumi’s hat from where you’re holding him on your hip. “I can take the next one!” You hang up Megumi’s hat next to your coat. “Just let me get him situated.” Yuki gasps and runs over to you. “Hi Megumi! I’ve heard so much about you! It’s nice to meet you, I’m Yuki! Oh my god, Y/N he’s so freakin’ cute!” She exclaims. 

Gojo and Yuki get to talking shit about her table while you walk out onto the floor to choose a booth for Megumi to sit. You choose the one furthest from the door and closest to the kitchen and set him down on a side where you’ll be able to see him clearly for the majority of your shift. “Okay Gumi, I’m gonna be working but I’m gonna come over and check on you a lot too, okay?” You set your bag next to him and pull out a few toys and a coloring book. “I’ll get the kitchen guys to sneak you some food, okay?” He nods and grabs a blue crayon from his half empty box. “Okay, mama.” He replies in the sweetest voice you've ever heard.

You give him a kiss on his forehead and move a piece of his hair behind his ear before moving to the other side of the booth and adjusting your waist apron. “Y/N, you got table three.” Yuki announced. You looked behind you to see Gojo and Yuki approaching Megumi’s table. “Megumiiiii! What are you coloring?” Gojo slid into the seat next to Megumi and his toys. 

“How many?” You asked Yuki. “Just two.” She responded, “The one guy’s hot, maybe you could get laid tonight.” You scoffed. “First of all, don’t say shit like that on the floor when we have customers who may hear you.” You give her a pointed look, “secondly, you’re too young to be talking about intercourse. You’re like twelve.” You smile at her and turn around to go greet your table. 

“I’m literally 18!” Yuki exclaims as you walk away.

“Exactly the point!” Gojo responds for you.

You pull out your server book as you approach your table and click your pen. “Hi, I’m Y/N, welcome to-” when you look up, you freeze. 

First, you see Jinichi, Toji’s brother. When your eyes move over to the other side of the booth, you see him in the flesh for the first time in five years. 

He’s looking down at the table, so you can’t see his face, but from his build alone you can see he’s almost doubled in muscle mass since you last saw him. His hair is longer, bangs falling over his eyes, and he sports a black muscle tee to show off how much he has bulked up over the years. He's intentionally avoiding your gaze.

All the feelings you’ve felt over these five years, anger, rage, resentment, loss, pain, sadness. They all come rushing back at once. Five years of wondering what he was up to while you stayed up with Megumi as a newborn when he had colic and wouldn’t stop crying for almost a month straight. As you operated on auto pilot and almost cried when you saw him smile again. As you cared for him through his first flu, which you had eventually caught too. Rushing him to the hospital for a slight rise in temperature as your mother convinced you over the phone that everything would be okay and you sobbed hysterically. When Megumi took his first steps, when he said his first word. You always thought of Toji. 

How would he have reacted? You may not have trusted him, but you don’t think he’d be a particularly bad father if he were to put in the effort. Every time Megumi smiles, every time he frowns, it looks like Toji has walked right back into your life. When you two talked about kids, it was never very serious. You always talked about the idyllic. How many you’d have, what their names would be, if you’d move out to the countryside so they’d have space to play. You never discussed how you wanted to raise them, how you two would afford it, if Toji would stop dealing.

“Well, well, fucking well!” Jinichi starts. “This is just fucking hilarious!” You can see Toji tense up where his elbows rest on the table. Jinichi leaned back in his seat looking back and forth between you and Toji. “High school fucking sweethearts! Look at this shit, Toji, that's your girl right there! Hey Y/N-” Before Jinichi can finish his sentence, Toji bangs his hands on the table, making the condiment bottles rattle loudly, and bringing the entire restaurant's attention towards the three of you. Toji mumbles something under his breath that you can’t pick up. You’re still physically frozen in place.

Jinichi had always been an asshole. Toji didn’t like you to go over to his house for multiple reasons relating to his family, but one of the major ones was because of his brother. Jinichi always had a smart mouth. Liked to put dumb ideas in Toji’s head, one of which was the one that eventually got him shot and bleeding out on your bedsheets.

“Ahh, come on little brother. You’re so intense nowadays. We’re here for a good ol-”

“We’re here for fucking business, Jinichi. Shut the fuck up. We don’t want nothin’.” Toji says, finally addressing you without even looking your way. You feel someone grab onto your shoulder and quickly turn to see Gojo. He gently pulls you away from the table. 

“I- I didn’t-” you begin, before Gojo can even get you five feet from the table, Jinichi is back at it. “Hey, what the hell, don’t take my waitress! I ain’t ordered nothin’ yet! Hey Y/N, you look good by the way! Usually girls get ugly after they have babies!” 

It’s so sudden and quick that if you weren’t five steps away, you wouldn’t have seen it at all. Toji leans over the table, somehow calmly and aggressively at the same time, to grab his brother by the collar of his shirt. “That’s enough. Don’t make me fucking tell you again.” He says, his tone quiet and deadly. 

All you can think about is Megumi, where the fuck is Megumi? He’s your priority right now. Your head whips toward Megumi’s table, where you see Yuki with her hand on Megumi’s shoulder as he watches you intensely. 

“Fuck. Gumi.” You whisper to yourself. 

You pull away from Gojo’s grasp to race toward your son. “Mama..” he whispers as you reach him and pull him tightly into a hug. “It’s okay honey. Don’t worry about it.” You firmly grasp the back of his neck to ground yourself. This is exactly why you had said all those things you said to Toji all those years ago. You didn’t want your child growing up in an unstable environment. You didn’t want Toji’s issues to be a cause of stress for yourself or for Megumi. It'd be slightly different if these were two random guys in the diner. Sure, you'd shield Megumi if it got intense, but the fact that one was his father made the hair on the back of your neck stand up at the slightest movement.

“You look sad mama. Did the big men hurt you?” You laugh at his innocence. “No, baby. They didn’t hurt me.” They did hurt you. In a deep emotional way that you didn’t feel like explaining to a four year old right now. “Let's go honey, little kids shouldn’t see this.” 

“I’m a little kid, right?” He asks. “Yes, you are.”

“What the hell is going on?” You hear a booming voice come from the kitchen door and see Nanami walking towards Toji’s table. “Nothings going on!” Jinichi yells. “You know how the little brothers are, always got a goddamned inferiority complex goin’ on or somethin’!” Toji still has a grasp on his shirt as Jinichi is yelling at Nanami. 

“I’m going to have to ask you two to leave.” Nanami says calmly. “I ain’t fucking leaving. I came here for some fuckin’ service from my brother’s old-” Suddenly, Jinichi’s head is being slammed onto the table, and a collective gasp is aroused from the restauraunt. 

“Come, Gumi.” You pick him up in your arms. “Yuki, can you pack his stuff up for me please?” You ask as you contemplate your next move. “Of course, of course.” You can’t head to the front or kitchen door without Gumi potentially seeing more violence. You would have to rush past in the hopes that nothing else happens while you’re moving by. The kitchen door is closer from here, less potential for Megumi to see anything. 

“Ok, Gumi. Can you close your eyes for me real quick, baby?” You ask, rubbing his back. “Ok, mama.” You move Megumi so that his face is pressed to your chest and book it toward the kitchen door. You hear more commotion as you pass by, but will yourself not to turn around and check. Gojo and Yuki follow you in from behind with your bag. When you’re in the kitchen, you’re quick to set Megumi on the ground to grab his hat and secure it on his head. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, I never would’ve given you that table if I knew.” She apologizes as she hands you your bag. You laugh. “It’s not your fault Yuki. By the way, remember what I said about no intercourse? You wanna implement that policy because of fuckers like him-” “Mama!” Megumi chastises. “Sorry, bad word.” Yuki lets out a relieved sigh.

“I didn’t even see them walk in, Y/N-” Gojo starts. “Oh my gosh guys, it's not a big deal! Seriously, I’m just worried about Gumi seeing anything.” Even as you say this, your hands shake as you attempt to zip up Megumi’s coat. Gojo gives you a knowing look and grabs your own coat off the rack for you. 

“I just, um, need a little break. I can’t afford to lose out on the money tonight.” You say, grabbing your coat from him and sliding it on. “I’ll cover you-” Gojo starts, but you interrupt. “I’m not taking money from your family, Gojo!” You pick up Megumi and hold him on your hip. “I’m not saying that. I’ll split the tips from tonight with you. My apology for not seeing them before.” 

“No, Gojo.”

Nanami walks in the kitchen door. “Take the day off,” he says to you before walking back to his office. “No, Nanami I’m ok I’ll just take him to my mom’s really quick-” 

“You’re too shaken up to do anything else today. I’ll schedule you more next week to make up for it.” Nanami supplies. “Thank you.” You say, silently relieved. Was your distress seriously that obvious? You would have to tone it down in front of Gumi.

“Wooow Nanami you’re such a good manager-” 

“Can it Gojo, you’re gonna have to pick up the slack tonight.”

You’re already making your way out the back of the building when Gojo responds with a whine.

“Hey what the hells going on out there?” Hakari asks as you walk by. “Some bullshit.” You respond. “Mama!”

You weren’t even in the building for thirty minutes today, but it feels thirty degrees cooler when you walk out. The trek to the bus stop is gonna suck. 

It's a ten minute walk from the diner to the bus stop. You cling onto Megumi for warmth, making sure he's buried not only in his own coat, but in yours. When you get to the bus stop, you realize it’s gonna be another fifteen minutes before the bus comes. Megumi isn’t one to complain, but you can feel him shivering under you. “Just a little longer baby.” You soothe him, rapidly rubbing his back and arms in an attempt to warm him. 

It must be some sick joke for an old pickup truck to pull right in front of the bus stop and roll its window down. 

“Do you need a ride?” Toji asks.

You've gotta be fucking kidding.

part two is up! thanks so much for all the love on the first on! 70 notes is crazy!

pls send requests or questions to me! and also let me know if i missed anything in the tags!

thank you guys !!!

(i'll make a masterlist maybe when pt 3 goes up but im too lazy rnnnnnn)

[soraphic]

this is rllyyyyy short i'm so sorry but i needed to get smth out!!!

hate fuckin,toxic relationship,plug!connie being a brat tamer CONNIE IS A RECORDER!!!! I STAND BY THIS 🙈🙈

"yo,she fucked yo' shit up good fool!" eren barked a laugh,inspecting the bruises & blemishes littering connie's cheekbone with a hand holding his chin in place. he turned his head rather aggressively to the left,leaning in uncomfortably close to comment on the yellow mark forming just under connie's eye. "shit,shawty got a mean right hook."

the majority of the men crowding the couch had little to no reaction to him showing up to yet another party looking beat,seeing as this had become a usual occurrence. as well as connie,who simply gave an airy chuckle to eren's words,turning to gaze at you dancing in a circle of your friend. you looked incredible,all smooth,carob skin and curves that made you look like you could burst out of the seams of the little pink number you were adorning.

the two of you had gotten into a nasty fight the previous night over you suspecting connie had been cheating with a girl from college.

the thing is,it wasn't cheating. you decided to call it quits around a month before,although still consistently fucking and going about things the way a 'couple' would,whatever being a 'couple' was to the both of you.

you turned up to his house out of the blue,only noticing a certain name consistently pop up on his phone while rocking into his pelvis against the sticky leather of his couch.

his head was thrown back against the headrest,panting as he babbled on about 'this the best pussy i ever been in'. meaning,he didn't notice your quick moves to snatch his phone up from the armrest,continuing your bouncing against him as you scrolled through the previous messages with 'lehlani'.

just as he felt he was about to cum,the hard screen of his phone collided with his cheekbone,hence the blooming bruise underneath his lash line.

'who the fuck lehlani? the way she all up in yo' phone y'all must be fuckin'!' you had yelled,his dick still left twitching inside you as you hit at his chest with the flat side of your balled fists.

the confrontation broke out into a screaming match,various items being thrown and things being broken as your anger continued to rise.

but that was yesterday. now,you were grinding softly against connie's lap,his arm wrapped loosely around your waist as his tongue slipped softly against yours' in a wet,very public kiss.

neither of your colliding friend groups could understand your dynamic,but they had come to not ask questions once the two of you began sucking face after yet another argument.

"you wanna take me home?" you tried,fists balling the material of his t shirt as you cocked your head at him,lips pulling into a devilish smirk.

he simply grinned against your lips in response,hands gripping and squeezing the swell of your ass.

he was rutting into you like an animal,having you arched against the counter as he dicked you down in his kitchen,the flashing red light of a recording camera and the reflective light of the moon pouring in from the window being the only thing lighting you.

"shit,pa—" you wailed,knuckles turning white with the strong grip you had against the edge of the marble top. "'s too much!"

he grunted,giving you a hard slap on the ass,"shut the fuck up,you pissin' me off wit that lil' girl shit.."

"asshole!" you turned,giving him a sour look over your shoulder to which he responded with a particularly hard thrust,sending you flying forward,chest pressed to the counter to steady yourself.

he chuckled almost darkly,dropping his head to watch in awe at the way you sucked him in,parting your cheeks with his thumb to get a better look.

"stop starin',freak.." you tried to make your voice come out as steady as possible,but stumbled over the last word,your voice ending a pitch higher than it was supposed to.

"you wan' me to pull out?" he cocked his head,retracting only slightly to watch you squirm and force yourself back onto him. "yea,that's what i thought,lil' bitch."

"keep callin' me a bitch you gon' lose your pussy privileges!" you laughed dryly through your pants against the now sticky counter top.

"we fuckin' an' you still findin' ways to argue wit' me.. shit you obsessed."

you were about to clap back when he sped up his pace,leaning backward with two hands gripping your hips to angle his cock head right against your gummy walls,grunting at the way you shut up.

[jnnul]

I JUST READ THE DATING RINA DRABBLE AND DIED HEADASS……………… do u have any thoughts for dating ning? :3

word count: 933 words a/n: LMAOOOO that's so real anonnie that's me with ningrina on any given day tbh genres: fluff and nsfw content

ningning is THE girlfriend tbh

very feminine, very princess vibes

but i feel like ningning is the epitome of a 50/50 girlie

she will definitely expect princess treatment but she will also def be giving princess treatment

it doesn't matter age, gender, race, nationality

you are her princess™️ just like she is your princess™️

for example, she might be the one to ask you out on a date

but once you hit it off, she'll expect you to be the one to make it official

i honestly feel like ningning would ask you out within like a couple hours of meeting you

she gets your number, thinks you're cute, and then asks you out on a date

and on that first date, she puts her expectations for a relationship out in the open and highkey she's just so confident in what she wants that you're like ???

i'm??? in love with her???

(she knows you are)

once you ask her to be your girlfriend, she absolutely dotes on you

there's a new side of her that you've never seen before

she's like a sweet best friend that also drops 2 grand on w/o batting an eye bc she saw you eyeing a pretty watch and what her baby looks at, her baby gets

and she expects that you love her like that too!!

not monetarily, but definitely at least in emotional aspects

affirm her feelings, express how much you love her, initiating dates, buying her flowers randomly to surprise her

but outside of that, she wants you to be her best friend and vice versa

like she genuinely wants to have inside jokes w you, do stupid things w you, and lowk wants to be your absolute best friend

def isn't very controlling and she herself has a lot of friends

but she def prioritizes you the most out of everyone

and kinda wants you to do the same (or at least have her in the top 3)

is actually the best person to rant to bc she'll just listen to you like this 😍 while you're swearing like a sailor

will def join in and bash whoever's making her bb feel bad

but thinks you're so incredibly lovable regardless

lowk loves showing you off in public?

like she doesn't care when you're wearing revealing clothing or when ppl are checking you out, in front of her, mind you

bc she knows that you're hot and she appreciates you knowing that too

what she draws the line at tho is literally anyone threatening her spot in closeness to you

lowk will get toxic abt it too

like if she feels like you met someone who's able to make you laugh like she does, she immediately brings it up to you

and asks you to distance yourself from them

unless she's 100% sure that it's platonic from their side

bc she trusts her baby

but not the rest of the world

hand in hand w the whole showing you off/best friend thing

she loves going clubbing w you!!

the best thing abt dating ningning is that she makes you embrace life to the fullest

genuinely 0 shits given to the world

you're violently drunk after 12 shots at the club? she's holding your hair/clothes back as you hurl your guts out and she's still having the time of her life

will take so many pics of you two together

like actually she has to upgrade her icloud storage every 3 months

bc she doesn't want to delete a single picture of you

or the two of you tgt

probably singlehandedly supporting apple atp

so incredibly in love w you <333

[NSFW CONTENT BELOW]

ik so many ppl hc her as a pillow princess

and she def has her moments!! where she just wants to be spoiled rotten

but she love love LOVES putting in the work when y'all are getting nasty

highkey that's one of the only things she'll rlly go 75/25 on

she has an y/n fixation so you can expect her to go down on you (wtv that looks like for you!!) 25/8

you're watching tv? her hands are in your pants

you're washing the dishes? she's backhugging you and her hands are in your pants

you're breathing? her hands are down your pants

NINGNING JUST WANTS TO MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD ALL THE DAMN TIME

i don't rlly think she's into power play

but she's def prone to 'taking the lead' in bed

i also think that once you guys get more comfortable w each other, she lets out her inner freak

like i genuinely think that she'd leave you tied to the bed w a vibrator at your core and just watch you

she thinks you look gorgeous when you cum

and therefore, overstimulates you whenever she can

not a fan of edging bc she hates seeing you cry

but she will use it against you if she ever feels like you're not loving her as hard as she wants to be!!

also lots of romantic, heated sex

where she pushes you up against a wall and kisses the shit out of you

and then takes you to the bedroom where she has a bunch of fairy lights and candles lit

she's v v spontaneous tho so she can flip the vibe however you want!! will never do the same thing twice!!

aftercare has to be 50/50 tho!! she runs you a bath and massages all of the sore spots and you make her cheese toasties <333

overall, ningning who is your needy/sexy/silly best friend and girlfriend all in one!!

[geekforhorror]

dating aj headcanons

warning(s): SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT)

my underrated baby <333

you guys met at the club where him and his friends frequently go to

he sees you in your dress and he knows he has to have u all to himself

aj makes the first move because well… he’s aj

he offers to buy you a drink

usually you turn down drinks from random guys but how can u with aj when he looks so fine?

he asks for your number

who are u to deny him?

the two of you talk up a storm to the point where he forgets about the boys

eventually he has to leave but he really doesn’t want to

he promises to text you soon after

as soon as he gets home, he fulfills his promise

the two of you text all night or so it seems

he finally asks you out after getting to know you a bit better

you say yes <3

your guys’ first date would probably be at an art museum and then he takes you out to a fancy restaurant because he can afford it

the two of you laugh your hearts out which is rare for him because he’s serious most of the time around other people

but you’re not like most people in his eyes

the night ends with you borrowing his suit jacket because you forgot to wear one

he says you can keep it

he asks you to be his girlfriend afterward because he loves you too much to take things slow

he wants you and only you

kisses you on your hand which wouldn’t be the last time

fast forward a few weeks to where you finally move in with him

you guys are so happy :)

he showers you with endless compliments

he calls you baby, darling, sweetheart, etc

he also loves buying you expensive gifts

he’s a big fan of kissing you on the lips, hands, and other places ;)

he LOVES showing you off

he doesn’t even care when the boys say it’s too much for them

it’s his job to show EVERYONE that you’re his

he shows people you belong to him by kissing you, placing his hands on your waist, and even letting you sit on his lap

he definitely has jealousy issues if you’re talking to another boy innocently

aj’s possessive but not toxic possessive

we stan him for that

NASTY TALK TIME!!!

he’s such a horny man

he’s a switch sorry not sorry

he loves when you wear revealing clothing just for him

it makes him so incredibly hard to the point where he can’t even hide it

he’s an ass man.

but he also LOVES your tits

he has a daddy kink let’s be honest.

he would never degrade you

you only hear praise from him

when he’s a dom, he alternates between a soft one and a rough one

for example: hes had a rough day? he will fuck the shit out of you as a form of stress relief

you love it tho

“fuck daddy! want more of your fat cock!!”

and when hes a sub, he’s more of a dominant one

gently pulls you by your hair towards his dick

he’s such a moaner

his favorite position is definitely doggy style

who wrote that?

LOVES when you go down on him

but he also loves when you take the reins

it makes him even harder

enjoys when you bounce up and down on his erected dick

he has such good stamina

he lets you cum first like the gentleman he is

once the two of you are finished, he cleans you up and orders food for the two of you

in conclusion, he’s the perfect man <3

[chloeangelic]

thank you and goodbye 💗

I've made the decision to leave Tumblr and continue posting on AO3 instead (including my ongoing series, ie SWID, TMWH and SFTD). I am not deactivating - all my posted works will stay up, but you won't be seeing me here at all, I'm sorry.

I can't stay in a community where people are so concerned with avoiding drama that they're willing to stand around and watch someone get bullied and harassed until they no longer feel welcome here. I understand not wanting to post about it in fear of getting harassed yourself, but that shouldn't stop you from reaching out to the person involved and asking what's true and not. You're still welcome to message me for clarification if you wish.

I wanted so badly to just ignore it and move on but I'm not made of stone. I can't scroll the feed anymore without wondering who thinks I'm a terrible person based on claims that were admitted to being fabricated. I haven't talked shit, I haven't lied, I haven't manipulated, I haven't done anything I've been accused of and neither has Iris. This has been insulting and awful for both of us, and there's been almost zero repercussions for the people starting this drama.

If you have no idea what I'm taking about, please read this post. If you contributed to this through spreading rumors, trashing me in group chats, vagueposting about me, or reblogging nasty posts/anons about me - congrats, you've bullied someone on the internet. Do you feel better about yourself now?

The only way I can continue posting fic is unfortunately by removing myself from what has become an incredibly toxic environment, which is disappointing and shocking to see from a fandom full of grown adults.

So to my readers and the friends I've made here - I love you with all my heart, and I can't thank you enough for your support. My casual readers, my reply guys, you have given me the gift of writing, which has been so healing for me and something I hope to keep doing for a long time to come. I want to stay in touch with you and I want you to be able to continue reading my stuff, so you have a few options.

I will be posting on my AO3 account also called chloeangelic. If you subscribe to me there, you'll get emails when I upload. If you don't have an AO3 user, message me on discord @ chloeangelic and I will personally send you the link when I've posted to whichever series you're interested in. ETA: I tried to make a new account to message with people but tumblr shadowbanned it, so discord will be the only way to get in contact with me.

I might come back one day, but right now, going on the dash literally gives me a stomach ache and I don't see that changing in the near future. I have high enough self esteem to know that I don't deserve to get treated the way I have, and I need to go where I'm celebrated, not just tolerated.

All my love + I hope to see you over on AO3,

Chloe

[flowerandblood]

I don't like many of the authors' decisions here – sometimes their tropes, sometimes their choice of how they present events, dialogues, sometimes their characters, relationships between them or their appearance. It's not a bad thing. I have a right to feel this way.

But I would never tell them about it. Not because I don't have the courage to do it but because it would give them nothing, nothing good. You criticise when someone asks for it – when someone doesn't, then you should keep quiet.

Why? Because perhaps someone does not want this criticism and it's their right too. I, for example, don't care and I don't want to know how much someone dislikes something in my work. I don't need the fake appreciation of others, just as others don't need mine.

If I don't like someone's stories, I just leave them alone. God bless all of them! Write and be happy.

No one here is an oracle or judge, and some people feel that way. If you don't like what the authors are writing and their choices, give them a holy peace or else all you'll achieve is that they'll be discouraged from writing – they'll think: maybe nobody wants to read this after all, look at my characters, maybe it's pointless, maybe everyone thinks about me and my writing this way.

Sowing doubt and passive humiliation is very popular here for some reason and I find it incredibly annoying. People don't know when to shut their mouths and when their private opinion to which they are, after all, entitled hurts others, making them uncomfortable.

Our right to free speech should not cut someone's wings and mock them. This is an expression of disrespect and basic culture.

Not everyone has to want to change, to develop if it is not their profession but a simple hobby.

Anonymity does not make malicious gibberish sound any smarter, and a large audience or reactions under posts does not make anyone entitled to post an opinion in which they criticise works of others for their choices.

"Why do you write with only small letters? It's so annoying. This character would never do this, are you dumb? Aemond would never betray his family! Oh nooo, next Visenya on a big dragon? Why these OC's are so boring? Reader insert is just for you because you are desperate to fuck. Why do your OC is fat? Why do your OC is slim? Why do make your OC look like this, why won't you try something new? Why do you put Alys in your story as a third wheel when she is Aemond's real love interest?"

Shut. The fuck. UUUUUUP. GOD.

You say – you don't agree, don't read, I have a right to my opinion. Well, I say: your right does not absolve you from thinking about the feelings of others.

You are hypocrites. You cry and make a hiatus when someone sends you a nasty anon writing that you write crap, but you devote 2,000 words on your blog to why a certain trope doesn't make sense, why other authors don't have a right to make their OC's look the way they want.

What you write is not private, it's public. Who are you writing it to? Is it an expression of your frustration? Those you write it about can read it. They may feel very, very bad about it, they can think to stop writing at all or make themselves to do something against their will. But that's not your concern anymore, right?

Taking responsibility for your own words only when it's convenient for you is an expression of immaturity and that's what I see in this fandom – most people here are afraid of adulthood and the clash with it. Because in adulthood everything we do has consequences to face.

But it's easier to say that we simply have the right to express our opinion, no matter how hurtful and unfounded it may be.

I want to be clear – I will see anyone reblogging or write this kind of posts – I will block them. Even if I like you, if you are with me for a long time. I don't want to see this kind of toxic behavior on my wall ever again. Enough is enough.

[hwascripts]

A Yandere Love Letter From Lucifer

Warning: Before hitting “read more”, be aware this post mentions toxic behaviours, threats of violence, blackmailing, unhealthy relationships- over all just dark content. This is just a piece of fiction, I do not support or condone this behaviour in real life. Chapter 20 spoiler

Wanna see more stuff? Hit up my directory

(I had this sitting in my drafts for a good week. I’m finally almost done with the yandere love letter series)

Hello, Beloved

How has the human world been treating you? Surely not better than I would here in the Devildom. Tell me, have you been able to rest easy since you...” escaped” me? Has anything been troubling you, little one?

Honestly, beloved, I find it quite humourous that you thought you could get away from me. Really, darling? You, a helpless little human, escape me? The Avatar of Pride? What nasty little pest put that silly idea into your pretty little head?

Trust me when I say I would have found you a lot sooner if it weren’t for the fact Diavolo kept me busy preparing for his annual ball. While I do see your attempt at “escape” to be slightly amusing, I’m incredibly irritated, little one. Why? That worthless, useless oaf of a “Fiancé” as you called him, was bold enough to steal something that belonged to me.

In case you’ve forgotten, little one, the moment you stepped into my office and sealed that pact with me was when you signed your fate. I made that clear when I took you into my bed.

Now here’s how this is going to work, beloved. You’ll return to me, your rightful Fiancé, and you’ll be punished.

Trust me, little one, when I’m finished with you, you’ll understand that you belong to me and that I am your rightful lover.

Do not keep me waiting long, beloved. You won’t like what happens if you do.

Your soulmate,

Lucifer

[casmick-consequences]

i rewatched the finale just now, and I have some thoughts.

mainly, i want to thank taika and david for this wonderful show that's brought me immense joy this last month, and i'll always take it with me no matter if we manage to get a third season or not.

did i like the finale? yes, i really did. did i think it was very rushed, had weird scene placements and could've gone with another episode to even things out? also yes.

as far as izzy goes (and this is where it gets extremely controversial knowing how much this fandom loves him); i am actually glad his storyline ended here.

this entire season, we got to enjoy him and we got to see his redemption arc. from someone who is obsessed with this monster of a being, to someone who learns to come into his own, away from all the toxicity and poison. he gets to find out more about himself, and with that grow closer to the people around him and allow himself to have friends. a family, even. would i have loved to see him live a full life like this? definitely. but story-wise, this is a perfect ending for him. "you born alone, you die alone" he said, and then he passed peacefully surrounded by his family and in the arms of not blackbeard, but edward.

i need the people of this fandom to understand that just because your favorite character died, doesn't mean that it instantly turns into a bad show/season/whatever. you have to look outside of your bias, and instead of going "no fuck this show because i did not want him to die" you could go "i am incredibly sad that he died but i'm so happy to have known him and to have him in my life". it's a show, the character isn't going away simply because he died.

but then again, izzy didn't mean as much as he did to the majority of you and i don't wanna go around telling people how to feel, because feelings and emotions are real and if he meant a lot to you then yes, of course you're hurt. and that's 100% completely valid. just don't take it out on the rest of the show and the show writers (saw some ppl say that nasty things were being tweeted at djenkins and that's not ok. at all.)

idk, even after watching it twice i feel kinda... weird.... like too much happened in little time. but i am OVERJOYED that lucius and pete got to have their little wedding <3333 they're mateys!!!! i just wish it wasn't over in 30 seconds, as well as completely overshadowed by izzy's death 2 minutes before.

but i do think the finale had some GREAT bits in it. even if most of it felt rushed, there was comedy, emotion, romance, GREAT kisses (the way gentlebeard was handled in this episode made me very giddy!!)..... it just always delivers.... and watching this with everything else that happened in s2 I can safely say that this might be my favorite season of any show out there.

once again; THANK you taika and david <3 love youuu

[velvetvexations]

this is venting i'm just. aedjhfdalkjdhklajhdlkjh fucking youtuber drama bit me bit me bit me & it's related to the Tumblr Discourse Hell

there's a trans woman who has youtube videos and my primary association with her up to this point has been "brilliant." incredibly smart person. she's been accused of SA by three other much larger youtubers and the way i found out about it was because she released a video where she just categorically denied the allegations and read "Hot Allostatic Load" about a trans woman who was predator-jacketed in portland and how dangerous it is to accuse trans women of SA. and this was. immediately suspicious to me in a way i felt nasty about because it is dangerous and trans women are unfairly treated as predators for innocuous actions but it was like. the same type of "marginalized people are incapable of harm/facing consequences for doing harm bc too dangerous" thing that has been. so so toxic here. so she says that they're false and she has MOUNTAINS of evidence but she's being evicted and will deal with this/make a real public response in her own time. i don't even know what's alleged, just that something is and her only response is "I am a trans woman, you can't accuse me." so i'm like. this is weird and i'm just gonna avoid it until something is more clear. like even knowing what the allegations are for example bc the only place to see them is a locked patreon post.

so she releases this other video that's just a long stream of her talking and it's a lot more of the same & she uses the phrase "crying rape" and threatens to release the full complete discord logs of all her conversations with all of the people involved and still does not name any of the accusations and says it's because they're just trying to destroy her career. and now the victims release a link to the google doc statement about her because of the videos and it's just damning. like she proved several of their points by continuing the same behavior in her response to the allegations. very missing missing reasons. like i watched her thing first with no exposure to any statements by the victims and when she was like "we were So Much Closer than [victim] would admit to ANYONE," i'm like. maybe she didn't "admit" it because she did not feel intimate with you and you wouldn't accept it. your defense sounds like a consistent boundary issue to me, and ope i go look and that is exactly what [victim] said.

and it's like. i hate everything about this and i hate that my initial suspicions were correct and i hate that this is now A Thing like instead of hearing a trans woman say "i've been falsely/unfairly accused due to systemic biases, please interact with this situation with a greater degree of care," i have to be like. fucking suspicious!

i am sorry to essentially notify you that bad things are happening elsewhere in the world it's just. fuck! why is this spreading! why is this a thing now!

Timely, these past few days TRFs have especially gotten a bug up their ass about the few times I've said transbian separatism has a slight chance of going the way it went the last time that was attempted.

Should you tread lightly when trans women are accused of something? Yes, absolutely. Trans women ARE portrayed as predators in a cruel and malicious way on a regular basis. Be careful. Be patient. Verify to the best of your ability what's happening.

But, speaking as a trans woman who was harassed for years as a result of being groomed by an adult from an early age and was pedojacketed just a couple months ago with threats to get me blacklisted from publishing:

EVERYONE has the capacity to do harm

[gottalottarocks]

You guys have probably heard that the EPA just set new Maximum Contaminant Levels (MCLs) for the first time in decades for PFAS, which is BIG news in the industry, but not a surprise. I've been in meetings for months hearing about how new PFAS regulations were in the works, and the consensus in the environmental sector is that it's long overdue. But for the rest of you who've never heard of PFAS before I can break down what the big issues are and why they've taken so long to address.

^stolen from pubchem

So PFAS stands for per- and poly- flouroalkyl substances, and it's not one chemical compound, but an entire class of thousands of chemicals that have these chains of Carbon and Flourine atoms. For anybody who doesn't have a chem background fluorine is a nasty atom, it has seven electrons in its valence shell and it will do anything to fill it up to eight, creating incredibly strong bonds.

So you have really strong C-F bonds and these chains of C and F atoms are hydrophobic, which means these compounds are durable and water resistant, which makes them great for all sorts of industrial uses. And we've used them in everything: clothing, fast food wrappers, paints, solar panels, and non-stick pans just to start.

Unfortunately, these wonder chemicals are PBTM- Persistent, Bioaccumulative, Toxic, and Mobile. They don't break down, they build up in the food chain, they have adverse health effects, and even though C-F chains are hydrophobic, additional compounds connected to them can make them soluble in water (so they're in our drinking water). We're starting to realize PFAS can raise cholesterol, inhibit immune response, interfere with your thyroid (part of your hormonal system), cause liver toxicity, is linked to cancer, and more!

At this point you're probably starting to think wtf, how did we allow the continued widespread use of these chemicals? Well, we have phased out quite a few high profile PFAS compounds including PFOA and PFOS, but we still want to regulate and test for them in our drinking water. While PFAS is in many different products, the biggest sources of contamination are industrial runoff, areas where fire fighting foams were tested and used, landfills that leach out PFAS into the surrounding area, and wastewater treatment plants. So don't feel too stressed about eating microwave popcorn or using nail polish.

The reason these regulations took so long to implement was because of how difficult it was to connect such small amounts of PFAS with health hazards. The level of concern for PFAS is extremely low- in the ppt (parts per trillion) range. When I sample for contaminants I'm generally testing in the ppm range and higher, for PFAS we're looking an entire scale lower. We literally did not have the technology before the last few decades to detect PFAS in the ppt range in water, let alone study their effects (you can't just impose massive regulations without any proof to back it up).

States that currently have PFAS limits in drinking water have mostly capped it in the 10-70 ppt range. The new MCLs are 4-10 ppt for the six PFAS compounds the EPA addressed, which are six of the most common and most studied PFAS compounds. Most of the bitching I've seen is about how much this will cost and that the new limits are too low. The conservative take on this is that there isn't enough evidence to support such low MCLs, although most people in the environmental industry feel that more and more research keeps coming out and will keep coming out (remember studying such small amounts of anything is difficult) to support these levels. On the other side of the spectrum, there's the consensus that this is just the beginning and that more and more regulations on PFAS will be needed.

And they're in the works! I saw a proposed rule by the EPA that would ban 12 (already defunct) PFAS substances from pesticides. It wouldn't really affect the current manufacturing of pesticides, but it would be a safeguard from letting them back into the manufacturing process in case of a conservative presidency.

If you're still here I'd like to end on the note that as our science improves, our understanding of how we have impacted the environment and our health will improve. We are constantly going to find out about the adverse effects of new chemicals or things that we may not even produce anymore, and that's a good thing. Over time we are going to make the world a healthier and safer place.

[carlyraejepsans]

hey, you don’t have to answer this at all, I just want you to read it. I have been following you for only a few months now as I’ve only recently gotten back into the undertale fandom; but fuck that callout post. Fuck that callout post, fuck whoever’s is spreading it around and fuck whoever is harassing you for it. From what I’ve seen and heard, you are a very real and cool person, and all your analysis are banger as fuck, and it saddens me to see that people are trying to push you out of this fandom because you believe harassment is bad.

I think it’s incredibly insane how the game about being pacifist, and being kind, even when people are flawed has such a toxic fandom as this - and its not toxic because of the ships. Or the fanfics. Or the porn. Its toxic because people keep trying to push and hurt those who make such content, and it scares everyone else into a strict line and if you dare to even step a foot out by simply going “I don’t want people to be told to kill themselves”, you are the #1 enemy. This fandom is fucking scary, and I am so sorry you have become a target of it. You are in my thoughts, and I pray that this blows over relatively easy for you. <3 you are a great person and whoever thinks otherwise is a miserable, jealous wrench.

awww HAHAHA you're sweet, that's very thoughtful of you. no need for hopes and prayers, just a fucking break from it all a word of kindness was enough. I've had a few nasty anons claiming that the fandom "doesn't need someone like me" which are just hilarious. half this fandom isn't even about its source material, i promise to you I don't care what the Great Undertale Fandom needs. I make my art for myself and write my analysis for myself and my friends, and i know for a fact that they made people happy. people who were moved by it, who were pushed to think more critically about stories at my prompting, and who just plainly had a laugh. i know because they reached out to thank me for it. if I'm on here for anyone other than myself, those are the people I'm here for

this was always just a shitty little hole for an opinionated asshole, but it sure had a larger, more positive impact on the people around me than anyone currently trying to crawl up my ass. that's enough for me

[animatedapostasy]

i get annoyed when people gloss over Yosuke's more negative traits (i.e his homophobia, sexism, immaturity etc etc). it's important parts of his character! yes, they're nasty. he's nasty. he sucks! but it's okay! let Yosuke Suck.

with Yosuke, the way he acts is essentially just what he thinks a guy "should" do to be a guy. the swimsuits debacle. the "up close and personal" plan. the beauty pageant. it's all performative. it's him going "look at me! i like girls and boobs! i'm not gay! see?!"

he's as trapped as Kanji is by toxic masculinity. like when you go in for the famous hug he just conplains that "it's for girls".

his first thought is essentially "but what would people think?". Yosuke is incredibly concerned with what other people think. like his Shadow yells at him about how he's terrified of being alone. and he is terrified! he's terrified that Yu and everyone else would leave him if they knew the real him.

And i think there are times where he stops thinking about it but immediately regrets it like at the group date.

he plays along with everything but immediately snap back when things get "too gay". see also below the "good with your hands comment".

gay thoughts are constantly rummaging around in that brain of his. and he hates it! he tries so desperately to be the kind of guy who doesn't have gay thoughts! and he does it by taking it out on women, on Kanji, being a bad role model for Teddie, and on himself!!!

is this justification for the shit he does? no! is it mental gymnastics? maybe! did ATLUS accidentally write the most tortured closeted take on a dudebro best friend character? it'd be funny if they did!

in the end, i will say that i do respect the people who do not like Yosuke. i trust them more with a decent characterization of Yosuke than some others (esp. on reddit)

[animeyanderelover]

If you write for twilight can u do general yandere headcanons for the Romanians pls

They didn't get the most screentime in the movies but I did my best.

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, violence, death, sadism, abduction, isolation

Romanian Coven Hc's

Stefan

Vampires are powerful beings who stand on top of the food chain. Once upon a time, Stefan sat on a throne, a king who had everything he could ever ask for. He had power, control, obedience from all those around him and he had a mate. Then the Volturi came into existence though and in the long battle that followed, he went from riches to rags as everything his coven had built, was burnt to ashes until only Vladimir and him remained. Immortality can truly turn from a gift to a curse as he never got over the grief of losing his mate, the feeling of bereavement a familiar yet never healing sensation that he has been carrying around ever since that day. It is for that only understandable that he would only be quite possessive about the discovery that the soul of his beloved seems to have been reincarnated over a millenium later in your body as his own soul finally embraces the long forgotten feeling of peace once again when he is in your presence.

The loss of his mate has left nasty scars even after you have returned to him though and for that Stefan has gotten not only quite possessive but also quite protective. Very disillusioned about the fact that a harmless thing like you would most likely be better off never knowing about his existence and the world which is unknown to you, Stefan has never been a good person nor has he ever pretended to be one. Not even during his time of reign. Instead the time without his mate has poisoned him with vengeance and bitterness and for that he will not dare to waste any time nor will he play around for he has gotten another chance. Something which is so incredibly rare. He knows that if he were to wait any longer now that he knows of your existence, he would lose his mind. Whilst he obviously shows some lenience for the situation you only perceive as terrifying and overwhelming, he never truly feels sympathy for you.

Eternities he bemourned the loss of his mate only to find her reincarnation in you. He would never dare to lose you again. Not to death and neither to anyone else. Certainly you may have had other people you held very dear to your heart before your life took a drastic and frightening turn but you must know that those people will be forever gone now. A life with him means a life of isolation as he hoards you like the most valuable treasure in the entire world as you only ever know Stefan and his other coven member Vladimir from that day on. Your heart and your mind will eventually belong to him, he will eventually get back what he once had. This inevitably means that you will have to let go of any lingering feelings as Stefan is possessive. Human lives are fleeting. Beloved, you should not bemourn those who will all fade away whilst you will stay for eternity.

Vladimir and him have to be constantly on the move as otherwise the Volturi may track them down which is why they are very keen on avoiding other vampires and only seek out humans when they require food. Stefan wants to guarantee that your identity will remain a secret until a while longer though to keep you away from preying eyes of the Volturi who would most likely target you if they were to find out that Stefan has found a new mate. He is no fool as he knows that there is no way that you can be kept a secret forever but at least for a while it should be possible to not let anyone know of your significance to his own soul. He goes through great lengths to ensure that the time you are not known to other vampires remains as long as possible which is why Vladimir and him rip everyone mercilessly apart who may lay their red eyes on you as he won't take any risk with you around now.

The life him and Vladimir live truly is quite stressful for a mere human though as you never settle down and have to constantly hop from place to place to avoid being found by the Volturi. It is obvious that this is not a life for a human which is why Stefan would turn you relatively early into one of his kind after you have gotten over the biggest shock. Whether you still retain your beating heart or not though, you will never leave his side. Whilst you may possess greater strength when you are turned into a newborn, Vladimir and him not only have greater experience but also work excellently together as a team to keep you on a leash until you have gotten yourself under control again. Even if you may still consider leaving, Stefan would always remind you that your fate is with him as you would only experience anguish if you were to leave his side. Then there are also the Volturi and he can guarantee you that they would never let you live if they were to find out that you're mated to him.

Stefan is a truly old soul, one who has never mingled much with humans nor has he ever seen the need to adapt to their changing behavior and norms throughout history. You truly see his long life reflected in the way he talks and behaves around you. He greatly enjoys telling you stories of his days of glory back when his coven stood above everyone else as he even has the strength to tell you about his first mate now that he has you, although there still remains a dull pain in his heart when he recalls her. There is rarely a moment where he ever leaves you around as he does everything with you, seeking out the comfort of closeness he has been deprived of for a millenium. Vladimir, as someone who has also lost his mate, keeps out an eye for you as well to ensure your safety as well as your forever stay with Stefan.

Vladimir

Vladimir, just like Stefan, used to have a mate during his reign though. Yet it was his own underestimation of the powers of the Volturi that cost him his mate and it is a pain that he has never been able to overcome. The heavy sin of failure to protect his mate has a weight to it that would bring an ordinary vampire to the depths of insanity yet he has stocked all of the agony deep inside of him and channeled it into an ever-growing hatred for the Volturi. Yet he feels his soul soaring into the sky when he finds out about your intimate connection with him, one your human senses are unable to perceive to the same extent as he does. He feels a lightness that he hasn't experienced since he was disgraced and dragged down from his throne. Time is pressuring as both him and Stefan are forced to flee like rabbits from a pack of wolves yet he seems to savour the little time he has simply to admire you.

Vladimir is extremely obsessive as you are a reincarnation of his long lost love and there is a curiosity he feels about you and the life you have lived so far. He stalks you, he breaks into your house to take a better look at your life and Stefan scolds him for playing around as much as he does. Time is of essence and Vladimir is aware of that. He is every bit as possessive and protective as Stefan would be yet he is a bit more playful than his coven member is and a bit more obsessive as he isn't that quick to force you into adjusting to your new position and your new life as he instead allows you to express your own emotions as even your tears and your pained mind seem to enrapture him. It may come over as a tad bit sadistic but he has waited so long for this encounter with you that every reaction of yours would only ever make him more obsessed with you.

If Stefan is more pragmatic, Vladimir really seems to indulge just a bit more to experience every feeling of yours more and discover more about the person you are. That obvious fascination shouldn't be mistaken as lenience though as Vladimir is just as set on gaining your heart and your every thought as Stefan is. He is your rightful mate. He has the right to claim you and no one else will ever taste that same privilege as he does. He may not remind you laconically that you will probably never see the humans you loved again but it isn't wise to continue your grief either. Stefan warns you when you take it too far which allows you to not cross any lines but Vladimir is no such guy. If your sorrow goes on for too long and prevents him from getting what he desires most, he will take it by force as he is just as unapologetic as Stefan is.

There are little chances for a situation to escalate and perhaps that is for the best. The isolation leads to little interaction with anyone else who is also a vampire and for that there is no reason to eliminate any possible threat to your safety. There is no playfulness on him when it comes to your safety as one painful loss has already taught him that he should never underestimate anyone nor should he hold back. Whether he wants to admit it or not, in between the burning hatred he holds for the Volturi there is also a newly awakened feeling of fear that they will tear away his new mate from him and he knows that most vampires only kneel down in fear for them which is why he feels the need to exterminate every vampire who spots you with them. Just like Stefan, Vladimir knows that eventually your existence will be exposed but throughout your time as a human as well as a newborn, it is essential that you remain a secret so that you gain enough control and experience.

He can hear and smell how stressed you are and he for once understands why the life he lives isn't something a human should find themselves in. On the other hand he could never allow you to remain in your town as the distance would surely eat him silently alive. He would like to keep you as a human for a bit longer though as he finds you entertaining and awfully predictable with your beating heart that always gives away your feelings. There is such a joy he finds in observing you as you are right now that he would like to procrastinate your transformation just a bit more to savor the experience to have something he can remember fondly as soon as he has bitten you. Sharing the same need as Stefan to keep you constantly by his side, Vladimir becomes essentially your shadow who follows you around wherever you go and never lets you out of his sight.

He finds it very amusing to listen to you due to slangs you use as well as the stories you tell which remind him how far humanity has gotten ever since he has been turned into a vampire. He not only listens though as he chooses to engage in it a tad bit all in hopes of tickling you out of the scared shell you keep yourself inside when you are around him. He seems to enjoy tormenting you here and there solely to force you to leave that shell of yours for a moment and expose your true feelings to him. Despite that lively attitude of his, the trauma of having lost his previous mate to the Volturi is one that lingers and it is still apparent in the way he restricts you and hides you away even after he has turned you and you are capable of protecting yourself.

[detectivestucks]

Hatake Harassment II

18+ Content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Anbu Kakashi x F!Rreader

Summery: Kakashi finds himself unable to regulate his emotions when it comes to you and your new relationship. A scare on a mission causes him to reevaluate your training.

Warnings: NSFW, Toxic relationship, Harsh spanking, DubCon Oral, DubCon Penetration, Public Shaming, Violence

Word Count: 2.3k

Part 1

Belonging to Kakashi and being his favorite toy was challenging. He ricochets between being gentle and loving to possessive and cruel in a single glance. He found himself unable to regulate his emotions when it came to you and it left you constantly horny and reeling.

After every mission he would carry you to his home like you were his most prized possession. Then once you were across the threshold he’d throw you against the ground and make you clean his undercarriage with your mouth before the both of you showered. It was his most distasteful kink. Seeing you gag and squirm as you obediently follow orders made him rock hard every time. 

He always washed your tongue off thoroughly afterwards before defiling you up against the wall. Back pressed up against the cool tile as Kakashi drives up into you. Desperately clinging to him as his tip finds your cervix. Each mission ending in deep scratch marks across his back. A chorus of grunts and moans ring out from you both.

Once the water had rinsed away your sins, he’d take your hand and guide you over to the couch. He’d grip your fingertips as he laid on the cushions before gently tugging you down to lay on top of him. Nestled on his chiseled physique, you’d sink into each other’s arms and peacefully nap.

His ownership over you could be publicly degrading too. One afternoon after a team exercise, you were changing back into civilian clothing when Kakashi caught Tenzo staring at you. Feeling a rush of possession (cause you were his after all), he came over to exercise his authority. In front of the entire locker room, while making direct eye contact with Tenzo, he grabbed you by your ponytail and pulled you to your knees while holding the back of your head, pushing your face against the front of his pants. 

He rubbed your face all over the abrasive fabric. You could feel his erection through the material as your cheek, mouth, and nose were squished into it. While your mouth watered for a taste, it was deeply humiliating. You struggled to push yourself off of him and when you were sucessful, he gave you a nasty look before pulling you up by your hair and pushing you against the locker. 

He stuck his fingers in your mouth and told you to suck. You hollow your cheeks before the entire fleet of Anbu agents. He strokes them in and out between your lips.

He hums, “You belong to me. Isn’t that right Baby?”

You stare up at him feeling small. Looking into his dark eyes, you shake your head ‘yes’ wishing you could melt into the locker and disappear. The rest of the room turns away as Kakashi rips his fingers out of your mouth. He gives Tenzo another glare before he grabs your wrist and yanks you out of the room determined to terminate any further leering by his male comrades.

Missions had changed too. While watching Kakashi take command was erotic and he was an incredible captain, you hated that since you started seeing each other you no longer fulfilled your role as an Anbu agent. He kept rushing through his part of the mission so that he could run over and protect you.

“I heard Kakashi took out his target and then doubled back to take out yours before you even got into position.” Tenzo taunted, “How does it feel to be the most useless member of Team Ro?” You look down in frustration. He was right. Kakashi rarely lets you do your job anymore. It’s as if he has no faith that you are cut out to do the position that you were nominated for by the Hokage. You had essentially become the token healer of your group. 

Determined to prove your worth, you coordinated with one of your teammates to trade targets so that you were on the other side of the compound Team Ro was raiding, away from Kakashi. He had been placing you near him in all of the recent battle plans ‘to protect their only healer.’ No one was ever going to take you seriously if he keeps running to your rescue the way he’s been lately. Plus Yugao was of similar build to you so you were sure your targets were comparable. 

During the invasion, you’d come to find out that you were terribly mistaken. He was much bigger and stronger than you could have anticipated. But you were sure Kakashi had. As you fought for your life, you realized he had a very specific reason he wanted Yugao to face off with this particular shinobi. That reason was her swordsmanship. Yugao was a skilled swordsman comparable to the enemy you were facing. She would’ve had an easy time cutting him down but your combat skill was taijutsu. Hand to hand combat was where you excelled and you were struggling to disarm the man so you’d have a fighting chance. 

In your losing battle, the ninja’s sword sliced your arm deep, hitting a major chakra point, that rendered your arm useless. He was finally close enough for you to grab his sword and fling it across the room but too bad it came at such a high cost. You switched to fighting with your legs, swift kicks striking his face before he grabbed a hold of your ankle and threw you to the ground. The impact had knocked the wind out of you as you felt your back and head collide with the floor. You tried to fend him off with your one good arm as he sat, kneeling on top of you. 

Panicked, Kakashi looked around and saw Yugao in your position instead of you. He worked quickly to fulfill his duties before heading back to the other side of the compound where Yugao was supposed to be positioned. He found you underneath the enemy. One arm severely injured, the other losing the battle against a rival kunai slowly driving towards your face. 

On the ground, eyes locked onto the knife inching closer to your death, you weren’t sure how you were going to get yourself out of this bind. Blue lightning bursts forth from the shinobi’s chest, followed by Kakashi’s hand. Your target fell lifeless on top of you. You used your only good arm to shove him off before concentrating your chakra to begin patching yourself up. As green chakra glowed in your hand Kakashi leaned down and whispered furiously in your ear.

“This isn’t over!”

Team Ro made it to their designated camp for the night. Kakashi gives you a livid look and you know to follow him. He leads you far away from the camp. Finding a spot alone, he yanks down your standard issue pants and grabs you by the neck, pulling you down across his lap to give you the beating of your life.

Even from a distance the entire team hears your yelps and cries. Normally you could grit your teeth and take it, but today he was angry. Exceedingly so. You beg for him to stop, squirming under his death grip. 

“Kakashi stop!”

“You’re hurting me stop!”

“Please! STOP! PLEASE!”

You’re screaming while tears gush from your eyes. You strained with all your might to look him in the eye as you plead. When you finally were able to crane your neck around, the expression on his face was inhuman. 

His face resembled that of a beast, yet tears pricked the corners of his eyes. Your recklessness was unforgivable. You scared him today. He thought you were going to be taken from him. He can’t handle thinking about that possibility. He was determined to beat you senseless till you understood the gravity of your misstep. 

When he had worked out his frustration he silently got up and walked away from you, headed back to the rest of the unit. You wiped your eyes with your sleeve before you pulled your pants back over your rear. You wince as the rough fabric grazes your skin made raw by his hand. Then you head back to the team alone, tears once more in your eyes both from the pain and the shame. 

The rest of the team turns away, granting you the privacy you craved. Hyo however, locks his eyes with yours and grins. Getting off on your tears and the sound of your cries. You quickly look away and focus on grabbing a bite to eat before you move to lay down. You lower yourself to the ground and suck air between your teeth when your buttocks meet the forest floor before you readjust to your stomach. Hunger licks Hyo’s features as he watches your struggle. 

Hyo nearly jumped when Kakashi appeared in front of him. “You have first watch. North side.” He directed. Eyes thin, piercing into Hyo, warning him to stay away. Kakashi walked over. He set up his sleeping mat next to yours. You turn your face away from him. You couldn’t stand to even look at him.

He places a hand on your shoulder and takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry.” He pauses as he takes a second breath, “I can’t lose you and today I thought I would.” 

Those were the only words he spoke before laying down at your side and falling asleep.

Now after every briefing he directs you to a secluded room to review the tactical plan privately. Pushing you down on your knees and shoving his manhood into your mouth before he began to quiz you on what was just discussed. He’d force himself down your throat, only allowing you to breathe when he expected an answer to his questions. Sometimes he’d hold you down on him with his belt, like the first time he had you, sometimes he’d use one hand, and when he was feeling passionate, wanting you to pay special attention to the plan, he’d weave the fingers on both of his hands into your hair, holding your face flat against his stomach. In this position, even breathing through your nose was impossible. Your larynx constricts around the head sunk deep in the back of your neck as you gasp for air that’s not coming. Spittle dripping from your lower lip, soaking his pants. He viciously shoves his length in and out of your mouth using it as a cock sleeve as he is brutally honest with you. In his eyes you are the weakest member of Team Ro. You need to be coached through the plan or you could be harmed.

By someone other than him that is.

He also began to micromanage your training. At times he made you wonder how you ever became a Jonin or got promoted to the Anbu. He’d beat you down into the dirt every day. When he was done, he’d drag your frail, worn out body to the showers and have his way with you. 

Everyone in the locker room would see him dragging you in. Sometimes it was over his shoulder like the spoils of war, other times it was by the collar of your uniform while your feet left a trail of mud on the floor. Each time your body was left practically lifeless from sheer exhaustion. 

He made it his duty to fuck some of that life back into you, like the responsible captain he is. The tile of the shower magnified your pathetic moans as he ravaged you. Echoing loud enough for all to hear. 

“The day you can walk to the showers yourself is the day I stop.” he husks into your ear. 

Thrusting into your unprepared cunt that graciously sucked him in anyways. Tiny noises of pleasure make their way past your lips. You simper breathy ‘thank you’s’ as he hammers into you while you lay there in a heap on the shower floor. Your hands lazily play with his hair as he bites into your neck. He gripped you tight during these raids into your vulnerable slit. His fingers pushed the lactic acid out of your muscles under their pressure. It was the only reason you weren’t too sore to do it all over again the next day.

He’d turn you into the top member of his team within two months. He was sure of it. You worked harder than any other member of the Anbu and you had the potential; you just needed to be taught. He made it his personal mission to give you as many private lessons as it took before he could feel you were safe on missions. Until then this is how you were to be treated. Like a useless brat in need of a brutal sensei.

He owned you. That much was obvious. Whether or not he was your boyfriend was open to interpretation. Such titles seemed beneath him. 

Either way, he made it his mission to use you daily. Exercising his ownership by rolling your nipples between calloused fingerpads. Touching between your legs any time he chose. Dragging you into the nearest closet to grace you with his lips. Fucking you regardless your of location. He was right when he said he’d have you craving him. You did. He was toxic but you found yourself lost if he was not abusing you.

After your lessons he takes your battered and used body from the showers back to his home. He lays you on the bed and climbs in next to you. He whispers into your ear.

“No one will ever take you from me. I won't let it happen, I promise. I will make you strong.” 

Tucking a stray strand behind your ear he pulls you into him. He buries his nose into your hair while he holds you tight. You nuzzle your head into his armpit. 

“Mine.”

 “Yes baby, yours.”

Allowing his warmth to replenish you, you drift off to sleep. 

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