#toxic reader

[rafesfavgirl]

texts with rafe cameron

just wanted to try something new :) enjoy this while i go finish up the jj fic i'm working on!!

pairing: toxic!rafe x toxic!reader

warnings: toxic relationship, swearing, suggestive dialogue

reblogs and comments are deeply appreciated <33

let me know if y'all want more of these!!

#rafe cameron #rafe #rafe obx #rafe x reader #rafe x y/n #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe outerbanks #texting rafe cameron #rafe texts #rafe cameron texts #toxic rafe #toxic reader

[yxami]

i want more of caleb! and if you can, in a looong text. thxx, yami <3

I’m glad y’all like this lil dork, he’s fun to write about

description: delusional yandere x bully reader, fem reader, yandere mentions, nsfw, pretty vanilla but if anyone requests kinky shit w him I’ll do it, toxicity, mean reader, I made reader a little nicer because he’s still a sensitive guy.

Caleb grabbed all his needed note books for his classes. Shoving his book-bag in the locker before closing it. He slammed it shut, not really in the best mood to talk to any—

“Can you fucking believe this?” You shoved a paper in his face and it was a test that you completely failed. A big F was written in the corner on the loose leaf sheet paper. You were upset to say the least, you knew you should’ve been studying but you didn’t care for it.

“W-what’s up!” He nervously held onto his books. His heart was beating out of his chest from your surprising presence. He didn’t even notice you walking up, he was so happy to see you.

“Since, me cheating off of you obviously didn’t work, I need you to help me study; we’re going to my house after-school. Don’t be fucking late or I’ll pay someone else to tutor me” Your piercing eyes gazed into his soft dilated ones. He was overwhelmed from this sudden demand.

You waited a few moments but only saw a flustered face like usual.

“Do you get it or not, Caleb??” You flicked his forehead with your finger. He covered his forehead with his hands and nodded quickly. He was so excited he was speechless.

“Okay, good. Meet me at the front of the school, we can walk since it’s not far.” You crumbled up the piece of paper that showed you were failing. There was an upcoming test and you desperately needed to study since you had a tendency to skip English.

Caleb could hardly wait! It was almost lunch time so that meant he only had to wait two more hours! Two more hours until he met up with you and entered your room. Oh my god what if you want to do something?

Was he going to lose his first kiss? Was this actually a ploy for you to have him in your room so you could confess? His mind races with a mixture of dirty and general crush things.

Time passed rather slowly for him, maybe it was because he sat in anticipation and hardly paid any attention in his classes. He made sure to text his parents that he was going to a friends house.

The final bell had rung and Caleb rushed to the front of the school. Almost forgetting his things; he went to his locker after recalling. He gathered all his things and walked quickly to the front of the school. He pushed the doors open and started looking for you.

He scanned the crowd of all the students leaving and chewed on his bottom lip trying to find you. He felt a hand grab his and start pulling him towards the exit. He was surprised and confused before he saw your face. You were dragging him along so the two of you could start walking to your house.

“Still can’t believe Mr. Adam gave me an F. I copied your exact answers so why did he give me an F” You groaned in a slight frustration. It was even more irritating because it was a review for the test coming up. If you bombed the review then you’d probably bomb the test too!

“Uhm.. maybe he saw you cheating?” Caleb nervously looked away from you. He was way too red to be seen by you. You’ve been nonchalantly holding his hand while the two of you walked. He was too nervous to point it out because then you’d let go!

“That’s still stupid, why would he bother” You looked at him to see his head turned away. You wondered what this idiot could possibly be looking at. You looked in his direction and saw a group of pretty girls. Was he checking them out? You looked and saw his red ears that showed he was definitely blushing.

“I’m talking to you, stop checking out girls like a fucking creep” You rolled your eyes and looked away to go observe something else. The trees were gorgeous around this time of the year.

“Wh-what! I’m not checking out anyone!” He looked at you surprised that you believed he was checking out another girl! He would never do that! He only likes you and only you.

“Yeah sure, I saw you. It’s whatever though, none of my business” You shrugged and observed his rosy cheeks; he was pretty cute. His eyes were puppy like and big. He had nice facial features to look at. He had nice soft looking lips.

“I wasn’t! I swear, I was just nervous about something and I wanted to look away!” He was adamant about you believing him. He didn’t want you to think he would cheat on you.

“What were you nervous about then?” You enjoyed quizzing him to see his flustered face. It was fun to poke at his nervous demeanor.

“You-.. uhm you’ve been holding my hand the entire time we’ve been walking.. so!” He looked down and the both of your fingers intertwined. His heart beat quickened at you now knowing.

“Oh, shit. I thought I let go” You stopped holding his hand much to his hidden dismay. You found it embarrassing you were holding his hand all this way.

“I didn’t mind! I think it was sweet that—“

“Shut the fuck up” You punched his shoulder and he yelped.

Once the two of you entered your house, you took off your shoes and so did he. He looked around in curiosity, you had such a big house! It was giant, had a plethora of decorations, and it was well organized.

You hurried up the stairs and dragged Caleb into your room. You didn’t want the chance that one of your maids might snitch on you for having a boy over. It would be incredibly embarrassing to be lectured about boys, how your dad needs to know beforehand, and how you always need protection.

You closed the door behind you and Caleb sat on the floor where you had a small table to study on. You never actually used it for studying though. His fingers grazed the carpet and was soft, it felt nice to sit down on.

“So, what part do you wanna study first? We’re almost done with the chapter in class.” He opened up his bookbag and brought out his notebook and the giant reading book that was usually in his locker.

“The entire chapter, I didn’t get shit about anything. It’s just so fucking boring I can’t help but skip his class” You groaned falling back on the soft cushioning of your carpet. You hated having to study but you had to. You didn’t want your dad to hire some old ass tutor so you chose Caleb.

“That’s.. gonna take awhile” He flipped through the giant English book and looked for the chapter the two of you were on.

“So? You can just come over everyday until the test. I’ll pay you hourly if you’re worried about that” You yawned, stretching your arms up.

“You don’t have to pay me! I don’t mind.. doing it for you” His smile was so big, you could see his dimples more than usual.

“If you don’t want money then what do you want?” You stared dumbfounded that he didn’t want something you had plentiful of. Did he want you to stop bullying him? Who would you poke fun at if that if he did.

“Nothing! I just like hanging out you” Caleb fiddled with the last buttons on his shirt, feeling nervous at his small confession. He wondered if you liked hanging out with him too, you must since you invited him to your house! You could’ve asked anyone in the school!

“Huh” You stared at him, dumbfounded at his kindness. Was this stupid or just delusional? You bullied him almost everyday, pushing and made fun of him, everything in the book! Yet he still liked you?? You were bewildered and a little shocked.

“Are you.. stupid? I bully you everyday, I push and hit you, and you like hanging out with me..?” You stared at him with a obviously confused face. You didn’t even have an inch of knowledge on why did.

“But you do that because you like me! I know you do, and I like it too! I really like.. when you push and pin me.. it’s uhm.. really nice” He turned red with each word being spoken and now he just looked down. His bangs were covering his eyes and he looked like a tomato with some hair.

“Shit, I didn’t realize you were a pervert” You finally understood! He was a pervert who like to be bullied!

“Whaa— I’m not a pervert!!! I just like you!!” He quickly became offended. His hands waved in-front of him as if he was surrendering something. He was very surprised to be blatantly called a pervert!

“You like me? Do you have a crush on me or something?” You titled your head in confusion. Was he really this crazy to be falling for you?

“Y-yeah! I do..” He mumbled quietly.

“What’s that one word.. for the people who like being hit or whatever… Masoch? maso.. hmm” You picked up your phone and googled ‘what’s it called when you like to be hit’

“Masochist! That’s what you are!” You finally found the word. You had even scanned the first sentence and it fit him perfectly!

“I AM NOT!!!” He leaned over and grabbed your phone to keep you from reading more. It was so embarrassing to called something like that! He just liked it when it was from you!! It was totally different!

You couldn’t help but laugh and try to move it away from him, causing him to come closer and try and get your phone. He accidentally leaned too far and caused you to fall back so he fell back on top of you. He had his hands holding him up on the side of your head.

Your chest rose up and down quickly from tussling with him. His eyes gazing into yours, it felt strange. His close proximity, his panting breaths, the way he had you trapped by accident. It was way too much! You felt weird, like something fluttered in your stomach.

You hastily scooted out form under him. His hand clenched onto his shirt trying to calm down his heart that refuse to stop beating so fast in such a short time. You felt warmth on your cheeks and looked away from him. Feeling embarrassed that you got so flustered from him being on top of you.

No way you liked this guy, right? You knew you always found ways to rope him into seeing you more often but that was because you liked to make fun of him! Not because you liked him! What were you supposed to do now??

“I am not that, wh-whatever you googled.” He made a hmph sound and pouted. Getting up to go back to the studying table. You scooted to the table as well but tried recollecting your thoughts before you said anything.

“Ugh, this is so weird” You mumbled out loud. Why did you like him! You were supposed to bully him for fun, not like him! And he liked you back? Could you do both at the same time? What do you do now hmm…

“Wh-what is? We can still study! I just have to start from the beginning for you” Caleb was worried you wouldn’t want to study anymore! He could worry whether you liked him or not later but let him cherish this study session with you at least!

“What are you doing…!” He said rather alarmed as you started to get closer to him, you were practically in his lap! You leaned towards him so close so much, his blood pressure broke the charts of normality!

“If I like you, I want to you be genuine about your feelings” You sat on his crotch while he fell back from your soft push. If you liked this guy, and he liked you, what’s wrong with teasing him? He was your doll after all, and it was actually pretty fun to see him like this.

“I am genuine! Do y-you not believe me.. I-.. Uhm” He was at a loss of words that not even a love sick guy like him could express his feelings with the way you stared at him. You were sat right on top of him! He couldn’t keep eye contact and looked away.

“Why are you looking away? I thought you liked me, is this too much for you Caleb?” You giggled at his shyness. You knew you were being kinda mean but he liked that side of you, didn’t he? That’s what made it so fun to tease him like this. It was more intimate rather than the usual pushes and insults. And it seemed to affect him way more.

“Too much..” He quietly said, shielding his eyes with his arms. He knew he couldn’t hide his intense blush though, so all he could is cover his eyes and whine.

“Too much of what? Speak up Caleb” You smiled at how adorable he looked. He was such an cutie, especially right now when he refuses to succumb to your teasing.

“You..” He whimpered at your hands touching his face and caressing his cheeks. Your touch felt warm and he was too embarrassed to see where your hands grazed him.

“Me? This is too much for you? I thought you had a crush on me though, isn’t this what you what?” You tried moving his arms and he was adamant about not moving them. Even if he wanted to listen to you, he couldn’t handle the look in your eyes if he did move arms!

“If you won’t move your arms then you won’t be able to see what I’m doing, is that what your trying to do? Do you like to not know what I’m going to do next?” You whispered in his ear and he stayed silent. You could tell he was worked up though.

You kissed his cheek, and then his exposed collarbone, even unbuttoning his shirt so you could see more of his neck. Which is exactly what you attacked next. Your kisses were gentle just because you didn’t want to be too harsh with him.

He mewled and whimpered, panting under your skillfully kisses on his neck. His skin quickly bruised under your lips and the hickey’s looked cute on him. He squirmed a bit under you, a bulge more noticeable that formed after you sat on him.

“You look so cute like this, what other sounds can you make?” You mumbled sucking on another part of his neck. You had made 2 hickeys so far but why not one more for good luck.

After your satisfied markings on his neck, you started playing with the buckle of his belt. You wondered if he would mind if you took a peek. If you wanted to take it further then you’d likely have to go and lock the door and put him on the bed.

You got up and Caleb was surprised, was your teasing over? He moved his arms and saw you going to lock your door. The butterflies in his stomach were increasing. He stayed silent and sat him up, waiting for your direction.

“Let’s go on softer surface, what do you think?” You climbed on the bed and pat the middle of the bed. He followed and sat on top of the bed. He was quickly put into place back under you and he felt even more nervous than before. Now he was on your bed!!

“Mind if I undo this? I want to see what’s under here” You poked at his squishy cheek and he nodded quickly, rather excited but at the same time nervous. This was this first he’s ever done anything like this! It was even more treasuring to know your taking his first everything. He wondered if this was also your first time.

Now with the privacy of your locked door you were able to do way more. You removed his belt and tossed it on the floor. It made a slightly loud sound as it fell but that didn’t matter. You slowly lowered his pants and now his bulge was way more visible. Pushing against the thin fabric of his boxers.

You excitedly removed his pants and threw them on the floor. You were getting a little ahead of yourself, weren’t you. You looked up to see whether Caleb was doing okay or not. He looked away immediately at your stare, he had been watching your movements closely now that you weren’t looking at him.

“You’re so cute!” You giggled and kissed him, he lovingly reciprocated the kiss back. You leaned into it and it became more intense. You could feel the vibration his desperate moans before you let go of the kiss. You panted and he tried catching his breath as well.

Your first kiss, was now claimed by the dork you had under you, in your room. This was your first time as well but your confidence had you taking control of everything.

“Th-thanks for being gentle with me” He mumbled. He was thankful you were being gentle with him, he probably would’ve cried by now if you were too harsh with him since this was his first time. He would definitely be up for some of your more intense teasing next time, if that ever happened..

“I’m not that mean!” You kissed him again and kissed his cheeks too. Peppering kisses all over his face which made him giggle. You knew to be soft with him right now, you could get away with a little teasing though which was fun.

“I didn’t wear any shorts under my skirt today, isn’t that convenient?” You moved your hips to grind your pussy against his bulge. He gasped at your sudden movement and looked up at you while nodding.

“Cmon, say it with your words” You tried coaxing him to speak by rubbing against his bulge more. The thin fabric of your underwear and his boxers couldn’t hide the pre-cum coming from the both of you.

“I’m really glad you didn’t wear shorts today, it feels nice.. rubbing against you” The embarrassment you put him through made him nervous but he would be lying if he didn’t like to be told what to do by you.

“I wonder how if it would feel better without anything?” You leaned closer to his face and kissed him but let go of it quickly unlike the last one. You took off your underwear and he took off his boxers taking your words as a sign.

You didn’t act too quick to put him inside though, you wanted to tease him a little bit more. You tucked your hair behind your ears, and brought you mouth right above his tip. He held onto the bedsheets for comfort as his dreams were actually coming true.

You licked his cock, putting only the tip so far in your mouth. He gasped at the warm sensation and couldn’t stay quiet as your mouth worked it’s way down.

The feeling engulfed him and he got louder and louder with every moment that your mouth sucked him off. At first you thought the noise wasn’t so loud so it would be fine if he moaned a bit. It did sound adorable as well but he was getting too loud.

You stopped sucking on his cock to make sure he would be less vocal about what you were doing to him.

“Keep it down, what if my stupid maids hear you?” You roll your eyes at him and he laughed a little embarrassment.

“I’ll bite on a pillow or something!” He grabbed a small pillow on your bed and moved it in front of his face. He waited for you to continue and when he knew he couldn’t keep quiet he would just use the pillow to muffle his moans.

Your tongue rubbed against the underside of his clock and touched the sides. Your throat felt full and his cock was a little too much for it but you still accepted the challenge. You heard his gaining whimpers and mewls as you started getting more intense with your mouth. You looked up at him and he quickly took notice, muffling his moans with the pillow.

You quickened the movement of bobbing your head up and down. Caleb could hardly keep his excitement as he rested his hand on your head. You ignored it just to indulge in his excitement. He whimpered and squirmed a bit before helping you. He made soft thrusts into your mouth as he bit into your pillow.

He drooled a bit at the sight of him fucking your mouth, cherishing the view and the moments leading before his thrusts became more sloppy. He pushed your head down more as he desperately fucked your mouth. He couldn’t believe you were letting him get away with it.

He panted against the soft pillow before bucking his hips and making one last thrust, cumming deep in your throat. You coughed after you swallowed as much of his cum that your throat allowed. You panted finally getting a regular amount of oxygen. You sat up, wiping your mouth and seeing how he panted.

“Th-thanks..you’re so nice..!” He practically whimpered before bringing you closer hugging you tightly.

“You’re so cute” You said reciprocating his hug. He kissed your cheek and neck as much as he could with him wrapping his arms around you.

You felt his cock spring back up in place after you started kissing his neck and chest. You thought it would be fun to make another mark.

“Super excited, huh?” You moved his cock to poke in between your legs as you grinded against it.

“Of course I would be!” He looked away embarrassed but also overwhelmed by the beautiful view of you grinding against his cock.

“Then you’ll be excited for this?” You went on your hands and knees, allowing him to get a good view of your ass.

“Definitely!!” Caleb eagerly said before sitting up and pressing his cock in between your ass cheeks.

“Can I put it in now?” He noticed how wet you were and how your body seemed just as excited as he was. He wondered if you would let him do this every study session, that would be like heaven on earth!

“Go ahead” You wiggled your ass before you felt his cock slowly enter you. He slowly thrusted a quarter of his cock inside to get your body to accept more.

You felt the intrusion become bigger and bigger until he was fully inside you. He made hard hitting thrusts deep into your core that made your thighs and insides shiver. He was embarrassingly good which made you a little nervous that you wouldn’t last long.

Caleb drooled at the view of your body taking all of his cock inside. It made him greedy and want more. He grabbed onto your hips and slammed his cock into you.

You could only hear the sounds of your skin slapping against his skin and with your moans melting into the sound of his. His thrusts made you feel full and sensitive, you wondered if he was going to last long.

Caleb lovingly fucked you, spending all his pleasure on pleasing you. He wanted you to know that he was the only one who could make you feel this way. That you’d need him for these “study sessions” and not just for picking on.

You panted and whined trying to cover your mouth as he continued. He brought you up into his lap to sit there while he held onto your chest and caressed you everywhere he could. You turned to face him instead of facing away and wrapped your arms around his neck. He used this new position to thrust deeper into you, making it more intense than before.

It was hard to keep quiet so as soon as you felt a overwhelming hit of pleasure you bit into Caleb’s shoulder. He yelped at the sudden pain but continued lifting your ass to thrust into you.

“That hurt..!” He whimpered as you licked where you bit. You tried soothing his pain with some kisses. He couldn’t deny that the pain was also turning him on even more.

“So you won’t like it if I do it on your other shoulder?” You rubbed the left side of his shoulder, teasing him.

“I would..” He looked away and mumbled his reply.

“So cute” You giggled kissing his other shoulder. Your kisses were less coordinated though, his cock was filling you with so much pleasure it was hard to focus.

The moans emitting from the both of you became much louder as the sexual pleasure was now too hard to handle. You kissed him while his thrusts inside you were more sloppy and desperate. He moaned and whimpered against your lips, unable to keep himself from shooting his cum inside you.

Caleb panted and kissed your cheek, trying to catch his breath as well. You sighed hugging him, he wrapped his arms around you and laid against your soft pillows that were laid against the bed frame.

He soothed your sensitive body by rubbing your back and kissing your neck. He was still in shock that his delusions dreams came true. He was so happy that his first time was with you.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #pls request #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #manipulation #toxic reader #bully reader #fem reader #toxic themes #calebmyoc

[spliffymae]

let u decide, rintarō suna

synopsis: some days you loved him, others you wish you never met him. some days he hated the fact you were simply breathing, other days he wanted to be against your chest, listening to your heartbeat. he’s your ex—your ex friend, your ex fling, your ex boyfriend. you should be moving on! so why are you still with him?

⚠️mentions of drug use, swearing, exboyfriend!suna, plug!suna, on/off again relationship, arguing, guilt tripping, gaslighting, inconclusive ending.

kio’s notes - here’s my intro to the haikyuu fic world! also the ending is intended to be the way it is. the goal is to have you (the reader aka y/n) to determine their fate w suna. y’all gonna continue the cycle or break it?

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it was one of those nights again. where the weather was chilly, winds blowing any which way. the sky was painted a midnight blue, with purplish clouds. you were sitting in your room, face in your plush penguin as you listened to a video lecture. you were doing homework, struggling to even care about the subject at hand.

if it wasn’t a requirement for your major, you would have never even stepped foot in the classroom. because what fresh hell is this?

anyways—

you were listening to your professor give an example of some term he just said, you don’t know. you had tapped out and were now just waiting for the motivation to hit you again. but that atten got pulled away the minute your phone vibrated from beside your computer. you got a text.

rō🔌🖤🏐

i’m outside.

you furrowed your brows at the message. you now were up from your bed, in front of your window to look down into your complex’s parking lot. low and behold, in the spot reserved for your apartment was suna’s matte black bmw xm.

you let out a deep sigh before turning to your laptop and pushing your finger on the space key to pause the video. thankfully you weren’t in your typical loungewear of shorts and an oversized shirt, but rather black yoga pants and a black hoodie. it was a different level of chili today, so your feet being in warm fuzzy socks were fine outside in the cold. great for you, since the only shoes you could slip them into were your beige crocs.

when you locked up your house, you quickly jogged down the stairs and to his car, wanting to get whatever it was he wanted over.

what was once suna stopping by whenever and coming up to your front door was now you meeting him at his car like his other clients.

you walked to his window, tapping your nail against it to pull his attention from his phone. when he looked up at you, he gave you a lazy smile. he gestured for you to go around and come in, which made you raise your brows. he normally would just roll down his window and hand you the sandwich bag with your weed in it.

you give him the same look you gave him from upstairs and he just chuckled in response, signaling for you to go around once more. because he knew you’d listen.

and when you sat in the passenger seat with your back pressed against the door with an irritated look on your face, he still kept the smirk on his face. “happy to see me?”

“i was doing homework.” you intended to make him feel bad for disturbing your studies. after all, as a fellow scholarship student, suna should know how important it is to be consistent in one’s studies. however, because suna also knew you, he knew you were completely and utterly bullshitting.

“righttt, anyways i got your stuff.” he leaned over to your side of the car, pushing the button to open his glove compartment. he was close, his upper body stretching over your legs to retrieve whatever.

“i didn’t order anything from you. i still have from—.” but you were cut off when you saw a bag with ten, thick and tightly rolled spliffs.

suna smiled, “sure? swore i saw sum on your twitter today about ‘needin’ a blunt and a booty rub?” he quirked up a brow, his fox eyes shining with mischief.

you rolled your eyes with a scoff, “it was a retweet. and it was addressed to no one in particular, nosey ass.” he didn’t pay the name any mind. he never did when you would mock him. he instead just nodded, chuckling at how quick your defense came.

“uh huh, well here. figure you’re almost out of the other one i gave you.” he pushed the bag to you, dropping it on your lap. the smell was potent, each spliff had to have maybe two to four grams worth inside.

you pulled out your phone from you pants pocket, using your face id to open it, “how much you want for it? i just paid rent so if it’s anything more than a bill, ima have to hand it back.” you went to your messages with him tapping on your apple pay.

“i just want you to smoke one with me. no money.” he leaned his head back against the headrest, looking at you with tired but hopeful eyes.

it sounded like a simple request, but you know what came with it. the flirtatious banter and innuendos. circling around the topic of your relationship but never diving in. the stories of all the demons he’s been fighting. how he wishes you would come back to him.

you were his person after all. no one understood suna quite like you. you had a lifetime-lasting ticket to suna. from who he was to what he liked, his coping mechanisms, his defense ones; his favorite things, his most hated moments…you knew him probably better than he knew himself.

but you should tell him no. you should thank him for the offer but push the bag back into his possession. you should decline and leave the car. leave and break the cycle you found yourself in. this toxic reconciliation cycle.

but he was right. you were almost out, and you were planning to text him for a re-up anyways. and his car was really warm in comparison to outside. why waste a few moments of warming up?

after all, suna was always there when you needed him, weed-related needs aside. like when you had missed the bus and was running late to class (one you had to go to because there was an in-class assignment), you called suna and in five minutes he arrived to your apartment to take you to class. and he even waited until you finished to treat you to ice cream. he was also your go-to whenever you were sad—or even when you wanted to share good news with somebody.

so because of this, it was easy for you to relax back in the car seat, pulling one of the spliffs out of the bag with a huff. “you have a light?” you ask him with your hand out towards him, opened and waiting for him to put whatever bic lighter he had in his cup holder in your hand.

suna instead plucked the spliff from your fingers, and when he noticed your irritated face, he shrugged, “whoever rolls lights first. otherwise it’s bad luck for ‘em. you want me to have bad luck, yeah?” he had a smirk, taunting you with glimmer in his eyes and wiggling brows.

you would normally be playful back, usually biting the bullet and letting suna’s stupid jokes win you over. however, this time wasn’t like the other times.

you were really mad at him.

he had been seen around campus with like three different girls, all under his arm with hearts in their eyes looking at him. yes, you two were no longer together, but you still had a habit of being jealous whenever you saw or heard of new women in suna’s life.

and then on your way home today, as you passed by the usual coffee shop that was in between your college and your home, you saw through the window none other than suna, holding hands with a woman you didn’t know, but knew you hated. their hands were on the table, his thumb rubbing the back of hers and staring intently into her eyes. you couldn’t make out what he was saying, but by the way the girl tucked some hair behind her ear and looked down to avoid suna’s gaze, you could tell what type of conversation they were having.

“yes.” you said quietly, just as he slapped a lighter into your hand. he wasn’t thinking that you’d respond, let alone actually answering the question. but when he heard it, he looked up with his brows furrowed.

“now that’s just mean, sunshine. y’know you oughta be nicer to me. i’m a sensitive soul, remember.” he said with a pout and hand to his heart.

you rolled your eyes, “whatever suna.” you glanced down at the lighter in your hand. it was a gold zippo lighter. engraved on it was ‘if my soul was a spliff, you’d be like… the flame to it.’ —something you had said to him when you two were together, cuddled up in bed and off some pot brownies you bought from osamu.

“y’know,” you started, low eyes watching the screen before you as you lied on suna’s chest, arms wrapped around him. he was sitting up in the bed, running his finger back and forth on your arm. he put on bobs burgers, the two of you really wanting it for more background noise then entertainment.

“if my soul was a spliff, you’d be like…the flame to it.” your face was pressed against his chest so your words were a bit muffled, but he heard you and immediately cracked up in fits of laughter.

“no more edibles for you, sunshine.” he said with a giggle, secretly loving what you said. his cheeks started to get warm, and he was happy you weren’t focused on his face so you couldn’t see him. but he didn’t realize you could hear his heartbeat pick up.

“you still have this?” you asked him, looking at the engraved words, rubbing a finger over them. you gifted the lighter to him as a spontaneous and romantic gift. because of his…line of work, suna was always showering you with gifts. if he was out and saw something that reminded him of you? he got it. saw you glancing just a little too much at something in a store window? it’s yours in the next five minutes.

so how do you top a lot of small gifts? with one big, meaningful, romantic gift. and it just so happened to be an engraved lighter with the first time you ever told him what he meant to you.

suna shrugged, putting the spliff between his lips. “some chick told me refillable is to show how our love will never end. thought she was a sappy thing, that one.” he said. when he watched the way your face dropped at his choice of words, he laughed.

“but i think she was onto something.” he took your wrist, bringing it to him so you could light his spliff. you flicked open the top and did as he wanted, watching the cherry form at the end of the spliff. suna always rolled the spliff around the flame, burning it evenly to avoid it canoeing.

he looked at you through his lashes as you lit the spliff, his honey colored, fox eyes glowing with the help of the flame. your eyes looked to his for a moment, and when you met his gaze, you felt a rush through your body.

when it was good, you moved back quickly, closing the lighter but still keeping it in your hand. you squeezed it, a lame way to channel whatever feeling entered your body. it was either squeezing the lighter or your thighs, and lord only knows the ego suna would get if he caught that.

you cleared your throat, “she might’ve just been dumb and in love.” you mumbled as a response. it wasn’t like your rebuttal wasn’t true. when it had come down to it, you were an honors student with a 3.4 gpa. you were going to go in your future career as a dominating force, immovable. so why the hell was your brain so empty when it came to suna? why was it so easy for him to takeover your world?

“you think it was dumb?”

“i think it was unrealistic. love can end.” you didn’t make eye contact with him. you just stared at the lighter.

suna shook his head and clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth. “not ours, y/n. we’re too strong to end.” he passed you the spliff, blowing the smoke he inhaled out. you accepted it and took a long pull, feeling the smoke fill your chest.

when you exhaled, a scoff followed after, “you didn’t seem to think that when you had all those women under you on campus, though. you’ve curated quite the fan club from what i’ve seen.”

“your jealousy is flattering, sunshine. but i only have eyes for you.” suna didn’t take you seriously, he never did when you got jealous.

this time, you forced a laugh in response. “ha! there’s no way you’re saying that to me after i literally saw you with another girl at what used to be our place. starin’ at the bitch like she was all that.” you took one last pull before handing the spliff back to him. you folded your arms, sucking your teeth with a pout. “i’m not blind, suna.” you finished, letting him know that you will be addressing what you saw today.

suna was never one for confrontation—honestly, his reasoning was simply because he never cared enough to. but then he met you, and his entire self flipped on its axis. before, when faced with a situation suna didn’t let it stress him past the moment. you hated how nonchalant he was, but he told you it was just his nature.

but you were everything against suna’s nature. you weren’t nonchalant, you weren’t the calm and reasonable type. when you got angry you would see red and your mouth would grow hot with insults for whoever pissed you off and then some. and soon enough, some of your short-tempered ways transferred to suna. he never got to the ‘seeing red’ level, but it was fair to say he would be on the borderline every now and again.

before, when you’d bring up any problems you had about suna, he would be with folded arms and a straight face, either sitting or standing. he wouldn’t egg you on or snap at you, rather he would just take a deep breath and take full accountability, apologizing and moving on.

but now? ohhh! say something to him. no, really—suna wants you to try him. he wants nothing more than for you to keep the rather bitter and hostile energy you had towards him so that he could take it and give it back to you.

suna rolled his eyes in response, “and i’m not deaf y/n. so give me a break! as if you’re innocent? like i don’t hear how atsumu stays calling you names like ‘sweatheart’ and ‘baby’ whenever you’re in his radius? or how he can’t shut up in the locker room about how cute you looked? you’re throwing stones from a glass house, y/n.” his tone was condescending, talking down to you almost.

“oh! and let’s not forget how every fuckin’ time we face his school, you think kai is a goddamn comedian. all giggly and ‘kaiii stop’.” he imitated the way you would be around kai, how you would playfully push him away with giggles leaving your lips when kai would ask when you would stop playing and let him take you out.

you huffed, “that’s not the same as all these bitches being under you! do you see me cuddled up w tsumu? or holding hands on a date with kai?!”

despite the two of you in a heated argument, you continued to share the spliff properly. following the instruction, “puff puff pass” and handing it off when the other needed it. you both were annoyed that you had to go into a high mad at each other, but you couldn’t help it.

“we’re not together anymore, y/n! you have no right to be jealous when all i’m doing is living my life! if i wanna go on a date then ima go on a date. if i wanna walk around campus with some girl then i’ll do that. you just said our love isn’t strong, but now i can’t move on? make that make sense…”

you pushed your lips out, nodding at his words. not because you agreed, but because you were going to be on some petty shit (since that’s obviously what he wanted to do). “ight.” you simply said, taking the spliff from him while at the same time opening your phone.

the car grew quiet after that, you didn’t leave, and suna didn’t say anything more. he simply watched as you tapped away on your phone with one hand while you smoked with the other.

you soon handed him back the spliff, only glancing at him to see if he’d take it. he did, but there was no doubt he did with hesitation, wondering what you were thinking. he decided to just shelf it, maybe let the moment settle and apologize for his outburst.

but all that went flying out the window when he heard the voice of kai nobuyuki come from your phone.

“baby, just text me whenever you’re ready and i’ll come get you. i gotta see you in that lil’ teal number. you’re killing me here.”

and suna finally saw red.

he snatched your phone from your hand, giving you no time to process what happened until he was out the car, reading through your messages with kai.

“what the hell is he texting you at midnight for?” suna asked as he scrolled up to a conversation you and kai had a last night. “ ‘that picture of you has been doing something to me’ ?? what fucking picture did you send him, huh?!” he tried to scroll up to find it, but it was gone, all he saw was the message you sent along with it,

y/n

do you like it? 🥹i thought of you when i bought it

“suna what the fuck!” you climbed out the car, walking around to grab your phone from him. but suna was a step ahead of you, running to the other side as you came around. “you just told me i don’t have the right to be jealous. hypocrite!”

suna didn’t respond to you, not when he was too focused on going to your photos to find the date of the conversation, hoping to find the photo. your camera roll was filled with memes and pictures of you, some goofy ones you took to send to your friends group chat, some aesthetically pleasing ones for your social media, and just random ones. one suna wanted to make his lockscreen because he missed turning on his phone and seeing your face.

when he found the date that matched with your message, there was a picture of you standing in a store, taking a mirror selfie. you were wearing a black skirt, converse and a white nike crewneck; your bum length braids were tied half up half down as you snapped the picture, glossed lips puckered and fingers up in a peace sign.

it should be a normal picture, one suna should’ve just glanced over. but what caught his attention was the store you were in. it was your favorite place to shop, and you were standing in the lingerie section of the establishment.

“so we buyin’ lingerie for other people now? are you out of your mind?!” he yelled. he swiped, and there was a picture taken from your room. you were bending facing the phone, the shot only capturing your pouty lips and figure in the black lace lingerie set. your cleavage was on full display, with your hand cupping you right breast, french tip acrylics contrasting with the black lace.

he swiped again. you were in a teal, babydoll nightgown, posing with your back to the mirror as you ever so slightly lifted up one side of the dress, showcasing just a peek of your ass. it was enough to get his dick to twitch, and if it did that to him, he could only imagine what seeing you like this did to kai. suna was fuming. this had to have been the photo kai got.

a dark chuckle left suna’s lips, one that surprised both you and him. you hadn’t heard something like this come from him. usually when he was mad he would disassociate himself from the situation, but he wasn’t just mad this time.

he was downright pissed!

“rintarō, you said it yourself we’re done—.”

“because it’s what you wanted me to say. just like how you said our love isn’t forever and that it was dumb and unrealistic. that’s what you said! so of course i’m not going to oppose.”

“and you taking my phone is showing me…that i’m wrong?” you asked with a quizzical look, taunting him. “because this just seems to me like i’m right. like you said, we can move on. since that’s what you wanna do then let me do it.”

suna felt like he was losing his mind, “are you dumb?” he asked, getting you to blink in confusion. “like have you actually smoked your last brain cell? i don’t want to move on, y/n! why the hell do you think i still come here? i still sell to you?” he stepped closer to you. “every fucking time i try there you are. stupid eyes just calling me back, every. damn. time. i try another girl, i end up seeing you. i want to fuck on someone new? my dick can’t get up unless it’s to you. i physically cannot move on. ”

you immediately rolled your eyes. suna had played this game one too many times with you. went on a whole ramble about how you plagued his mind when you two weren’t together. at first you bought it. the second time too because he laid it on thick. but now? you were immune.

fool me once, shame on you. fool me twice, shame on me…

“am i supposed to believe that? like i didn’t see what i saw today? because it physically looked like you were capable of moving on to me.”

“and what you’re not?” suna was practically spoon feeding you the attitude you were giving him. “because kai would attest to that.” he waved your phone in your face, still opened on the messages with you and kai. you tried to reach for it, but suna was taller than you by a decent amount so he simply raised his hand, stopping you from getting it. you glared at him. neither of you said anything. you just stared at one another in angry silence.

this always happens! every couple months or so, you and suna part ways and do what is a poor attempt at moving on. it never works out though—maybe will last a month at most, but always ends up with one of you in the other’s bedroom, taking hits of his dab pen and cuddled up, back together once again.

it was like you two had built-in magnets for each other. no matter how far you tried to go, no matter how big a gap suna would put between you two, you would always come back to one another.

so would this time be any different?

#🌞🍃spliffymae #hq(／_^)／ ● ⊥ #suna x black reader #suna rintaro x black reader #suna rintaro x black y/n #suna rintarō #i will mention smoking a lot #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyu x black reader #angst #anime x black!reader #plug suna #toxic suna #toxic reader

[toxicbrothel]

bedtime

raider Joel x f reader

by sweet pea who is mad at toxic over this.

You're in bed and Joel fucks you and it feels really good and it's his favorite thing to do. The scar on his eyebrows looks really hot as he hovers over you.

He pauses with his cock all the way inside. With any luck you'll have it inside all night after he cums.

He looks at you for a long time and says, "I secretly have feelings for you, sweet pea," then starts moving his hips again. "I can't reproduce, but sometimes I wish I could fill you up with all my sperms. Maybe if I put enough cum in you, a sperm will slip through one day."

"I'm flattered but I like not having to worry about getting pregnant."

"you're right, I was thinking with my balls. you're smart, sweet pea. that's one reason I secretly have so many feelings for you."

He cums and I say "it feels so good when you fill me up with all your spermless cum. In another life, I would gladly accept your seed."

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Neither of them want to get pregnant in reality.

#sweet pea core #toxicbrothel ☠️ #raider!joel #sweet pea #toxic reader #cracktober ☠️ #cracktober #sweet pea ☠️ #by sweet pea 🌸

[brainr0t-landfill]

🌃 Mercurial Masterlist 🌃

About: Ghoap x male reader

Reader: Male, very vauge descriptions

T.W List: Unhealthy relationship, kidnapping, obsessive behaviour, unreliable narrator, self-hatred, (always check chapter tags please)

Status: Ongoing

Inspiration: @peachesofteal (Dead Disco<3)

Old game, new rules

Chapter One: Abstain

Chapter Two: Hunger

Chapter Three: Devour

Chapter Four: Nasuea

Chapter Five: Restless

#mercurial masterlist #masterlist #mercurial #ghoap x reader #ghoap x male reader #ghoap x you #toxic reader #will be reblogged regularly #will be updated regularly #ghost x reader #soap x reader #soap x ghost

[that-one-pretty-bitch]

( A/n: Y/n is toxic/ manipulative and Max is obsessive, a true match made in hell )

Warnings: Manipulation, yandere, mentions of murder, toxicity 

@forbidden-sunlight​ will make a less toxic version of the reader soon as well, I enjoyed working on this with her but if toxic main characters really aren’t your thing, I would suggest reading her version instead of mine

A lady all in red sat elegantly upon her ‘throne’, she would one day rule a kingdom full of wealth and prosperity. Alongside her sat a man in all black, her fiancé and future emperor, Max, sparing not a single glance at her. He was far too embarrassed to face her, while she read a letter he had sent her out loud.

“My dearest, Y/n,” she read, shifting herself slightly and fixating her posture, she continued, his face flushing red at her tone that intended to mock him.

“You make my days better by simply gracing me with your presence,” She let out a slow laugh, as she smoothed the paper out.

“You give me a reason to look forward to living, you are my will to continue living in this god forsaken world and I will never let you leave me,” She read, smirking

“Whatever would you do if I left you, Max?” She asked, cupping his face in her hands, her fingernails digging into the flesh of his skin, crimson liquid dropped from his chin as her grip tightened.

“Max,” She ordered, “It's incredibly rude to disregard the orders of a lady,” She shifted her gaze and stared directly into his blood red eyes.

“Won’t you answer my question?” She taunted

“I would destroy everything on sight,” He spoke, low and dangerous, there was a tone to his voice that was unsettling, even for someone like Y/n. Ignoring the shivers she felt, she waved her fan at him, as a manner of dismissing him.

He shot up and towered over Y/n who remained seated, instead of walking away, he walked towards her and placed his head around her arms and gently placed her hand on his cheek, pressing his hand on top of hers.

“Say.. Max, have you heard of Ian’s disappearance?” Y/n asked abruptly as she waved the letter over his face

“This letter is one of my favorites,” She laughed as she traced the words of the letter with her fingers

“Would you like to know why?” She forced her hand off his face, only to be met with the face of the annoyed man.

“Oh goodness, you're this exasperated simply because I moved my arm?” She smirked, as she placed her hand on his face again only for her to take it off.

Her arm was seized by Max, he gripped onto her wrist tightly, showing no intent of letting go, ever.

He forced her wrist to his lips and kissed, looking down at her he asked

“And why would this letter be your favorite?” Max asked her, clearly amused

“The ink is quite lovely, mind I ask you where you obtained it from?” She looked up at him, her eyes glinting with evil

“My minister brou-”

“Don’t you lie to me, I know where you got this, I’m not naive,” She whispered slowly

“What are you implying?” Max furrowed his eyebrows

“I have asked first, it's quite rude to answer an inquiry by another, is it not?” She forced her wrist out of his hand and placed a gloved hand under her chin.

“I have killed Ian,” Max answered truthfully

“Was it truly that hard to tell me truth?” Y/n hummed

“I’m proud of you Max, you have finally embraced your true nature,” Y/n spoke lazily

Proud…? She was proud of him? That felt good, he would kill any man who would dare approach her with lust in their eyes.

She would be proud of him then.

#father i dont want to get married #father i don't want this marriage #Max #max x reader #crown prince x reader #toxic reader #manipulative reader #yandere x reader #obsessive x manipulative #idek #yandere dion coming up next

[ghostlyforxst]

GENDER: Gender Neutral Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere tendencies, toxic reader, mentions of someone getting burned alive, and inappropriate language.

CHARACTER: Shoto Todoroki

WORD COUNT: 683

You grinned, giddy from the alcohol that pervaded your body, as you swayed against a man's cloth dick; his hands dawdled down your sides until they grasped at your hips and his sultry lips grazed the clammy skin of your nape—the air heated with sexual tension.

“Wanna continue this at my place?” The man slurred, sloppily-nibbling at your ear.

You smiled lecherously and pushed yourself from his hold, “Let me get a drink first!”

You staggered towards the bar, plopping down on one of the stools and ordering water, needing to sober up fairly. You rested a hand on your forehead, sipping at your beverage, pondering how to reveal your unfaithfulness to your boyfriend. You do feel guilty for making him believe it could more than just a quick fuck and as well as allowing the relationship to go longer than it should've.

You weren't meant for commitment, you thrived to party and to fling around with other people. You weren't selfless, you were selfish—couldn't he see that? Couldn't he see the way your clothes lazily hung from your body and the hickies that tainted your skin, like right now as you stood in the entrance of y'all house. He was just staring at you, he wasn't screaming at you or threatening to leave you like you assumed he would do.

“Listen Shoto, I honestly haven't been loyal to you and I wasn't expecting our relationship to escalate like it did. I don't think this relationship is cut out for the both of us-”

“Shut it.” he hissed, turning away from you.

You immediately quiet yourself and walk towards the bedroom, gathering your things before coming back into the room he was seated in. “I'm sorry, Shoto.”

“Please don't leave.” He whispered, snatching your wrist.

“We're toxic, I'm toxic Shoto. If I know that, you should know that too. So stop being ignorant and just let me go!”

“I've always known,” He shouted as he abruptly stood from the couch, “I've always known you were fucking other people and I don't care because they end up dead anyways.”

He has eyes everywhere, he is a pro hero.

“What?”

He drops his head, his two-toned hair obscuring his eyes and the tears that slowly welled up. “You'll learn to be loyal, you just need some more time.”

Before you could even mumble out a word, pain gnawed at your head and your vision blurred as flashes of white dots appeared.

“It's going to be fine Y/N, we can start over once you wake up.”

_

Your eyes flutter, adjusting to your surroundings, discerning the muffled screaming ahead of you.

“huh, what the fuck?”

You were staring fearfully at the person who was chained to the basement wall, the person being the man from the club. Your breath hitched, waterline glistening, as your arms and legs rubbed against each other as you try to release yourself from the restraints that bound you to the chair. A plea arises from your wobbly lips, pleading for a relief from the almost claustrophobic feeling that has begun to overwhelm you. Your eyes averts away from the panicked, deafening man to the stairs. The basement door creaks open and footsteps descend down the stairs, and Shoto comes into view.

He gave a delighted look, “you're awake, good...”

Shoto steps in front of the man, shrouding him with his body. Shoto placed a hand on the man's fear-stricken face.

"No Shoto," you beseeched, " please don't do that him-"

The man screamed, struggling as Shoto set him ablaze. You screech in terror, kicking against the ground til you fell with the chair. You sobbed and yelled at Shoto for him to put the fire out even though it was too late, the man's screams had stopped and his body went limp.

You hear Shoto come closer and loom over you, pulling you up and giving a full view of the chrisped man.

“This will happen to every single person until you start being a good little lover, it's all your fault. Do you understand?”

You hesitantly nodded your head, whimpering.

“Good.”

#shoto torodoki #mha shoto todoroki #bnha shouto #shoto todoroki x reader #yandere shoto todoroki #yandere shoto x reader #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero acedamia #yandere my hero academia #yandere mha #yandere bnha #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere anime #toxic reader #gender neutral reader #anime x reader #anime #yandere todoroki #yandere core #mha oneshot #bnha oneshots #oneshots #anime oneshot

[queenofmistresses]

Manipulative

toxic!reader x eddie munson

A/N: this is not even close to complete but I’m losing motivation for this story so I decided to publish what I have and see how many people enjoy where it’s going! Thanks guys!!

I’ve been called jealous, clingy, annoying, a slut and more. By everyone. Then Eddie came along. He always stands up for me when people say those kinds of things. He’s so sweet and almost innocent. So blindly in love with me that he can’t see the truth. I am all of those things. I would go as far as to say I’m a toxic person; but when he’s so infatuated with me what can I do? He’d be concerned if I changed now. He’d leave if I did. I am not going to let that happen. Ever. So what if that makes me clingy and jealous? I’ve got a boy who’d do anything for me. Why should I settle? It was worth the wait after all. 

I had been friends with Eddie a long time before we got together. He was one of the best friends I had ever had and I quickly became obsessed with him. That time being his friend was beneficial, I learnt all of the things he likes and dislikes, and exactly how to get his attention. 

I knew Eddie was touch starved. His poor excuse of a father never gave him any and there was only so much his uncle could when he was working all the time. So I used any opportunity I could to show him physical affection without it being weird. Lord knows his friends weren’t much huggers. He ate it up. It took him a minute to get used to it, but I persisted and it didn’t take long before he was expecting it. After a while there would be occasions where I would ‘forget’ to give him a hug or whatever the ritual was, and you could see his little puppy eyes shine in disappointment. I think that was when he realised he might want me. 

#eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson #eddie x reader #toxic reader #sub eddie munson #dom reader #dom reader x sub eddie

[authorred]

Run Boy Run | Spencer Reid x Unsub!Reader | PART 1

Preface: Separated and cut off from the BAU, it’s only a matter of time to see who gets to him first: you or his team. Unfortunately for him, you don’t like to lose. Especially when it involves someone like Spencer Reid.

Idc about digital footprints I will flip and fold this man like an omelet, pound him like cake, whip him like cream, eat him like I’m tryna reach the bottom of the Nutella jar with my tongue--THE ENTIRE 9 YARDS, THE WHOLE KITCHEN, BATHROOM, BEDROOM, ATTIC, ROOF, DRIVEWAY, NEIGHBORHOOD, EVERYTHING

Disclaimer: This fic implies a forced relationship between Spencer and the Reader, plus psychological and physical coercion. THE READER IS LITERALLY A BATSHIT CRAZY CRIMINAL. I DO NOT CONDONE ROMANTICIZATION OF THESE ACTS IRL. I DO NOT CONDONE ANY ACTS OF THIS KIND IRL. THIS IS ALL FICTION. DON’T BE WEIRD.

This also isn’t proofread so yk

Warning(s): Mentions of kidnapping, mild violence, weapons

“It took me several months to rig this entire building like this, you know?” Your voice echoes from a hidden intercom wired through the entire office building. There isn’t a single room where your voice isn’t audible. 

Spencer stays tucked away in a corner office on the fifth floor. The exits had been blocked--doors welded shut during his time unconscious. He has his gun with him, but he’s yet to pull it out. He knows why you let him keep it. This is a game to you. A challenge. A sadistic game of cat and mouse. 

“I know you know this building. You and your BAU friends scoured it thoroughly a few weeks back. You know all exits, emergency exits, vent systems, shortcuts, and stairwells. So do I.”

Spencer flinches when he hears the faint ding of the elevator coming to the same floor. 

“I chose you for a reason, Spencer Reid. Your profiling skills are amazing. So is your ability to be a pathetic, whiny man. And I like that.”

Spencer slowly scoots to the ajar door to peek outside into the hallway.

“So, how about a game, Mr. Reid? I’ll go back up to the twenty-seventh floor and I’ll give you a two-minute head start. If you can avoid me for seven minutes, I’ll leave your phone by the first-floor entrance. If you fail to avoid me or fail to get to the first-floor exit within that timeframe. . . well, you’ll just have to find that out.”

Spencer’s body clams up. The cold slap of adrenaline shooting through his body.

“If you agree, slam the door of the room you’re currently in in the next seven seconds. If you don’t agree. . . then I’ll come to you, and you won’t have a chance to fight for your freedom.”

Reid’s eyes slide to the door right next to him. With a shaky hand he grabs it, but hesitates, letting out a quiet whimper before slamming the door as hard as he can. The sound echoes through the empty building.

“Good boy.” 

A few seconds pass before he can hear the faint ding of the elevator again. 

“In thirty seconds, run. And keep running.”

You sit yourself behind a desk, placing your radio to the left of you. Turning on the several monitors mounting the wall, you quickly flip through the cameras. Your eyes catch no movement on any floor or in any room. So he’s playing the waiting game in the cameras’ blind spots. It’ll take me a lot longer than seven minutes to check every floor and individual room. You briefly look at your watch. Forty-three seconds have already passed. I’m sure he’s counting as well. 

“What to do, what to do. . .”  You flip through the cameras one more time before pushing back from the desk and grabbing the radio. You walk over to the elevator and lean around the corner to press the buttons in a random order. Floor seven, floor six, floor eight. You walk away from the elevator as it closes its door, and head over to the emergency stairwell to follow it. You practically jump down the steps to keep in pace with the elevator. When you reach floor seven’s door, you stand in the entryway and wait. From the other side of the floor, you can hear the ding. If you can, so can Reid if he’s on the same floor. You stay silent and listen. He’s not here. You turn and make your way down to the sixth floor. Assuming Reid isn’t a triathlete, the connecting floors both above and below the seventh floor are the only realistic places he can get to in thirty seconds.

He won’t risk using the elevator, nor the stairs. He’s probably timing when he hears the elevator. Or he decided to book it.

You bring the radio up to your face. “Three minutes have passed. Did you know that? Are you keeping track? You’re a wonderful chase. Or hider, if you realize there’s no getting out of this.”

You decide to skip going to the floors the elevator is and head straight to the first floor. “Are you having fun? I do hope you’re not pushing yourself that hard. That fragile body of yours can only take so much.”

When you arrive at the door that leads out to the first-floor lobby, your eyes turn to the door handle. The powdery substance you left on it has a noticeable smeared handprint. The door’s unlocked--in fact, there’s an absence of a lock--but it was blocked from the other side. It was virtually impossible to pry open by someone like Spencer.

You grin and bring the radio up to your mouth. “I see you snuck by me to the first floor, Mr. Reid. You truly are amazing. Which means you knew I would’ve left the elevator unattended. I can’t block the elevator. You’re on it right now, aren’t you? Cute.” 

Spencer’s heart is pounding in his chest. The force of it threatens to throw him off balance when he moves. He keeps himself pressed against the back of the elevator, uncaring of the metal railing digging his spine. He wrings his hands like his life depends on his, and only lets them go when the elevator dings. He places his hand on his hip where his gun holster swings. He holds his breath when the door slowly slides open, mentally preparing himself to see you standing right in front of him. He stays still when the open lobby greets him, no sign of you. He nervously takes a step out of the elevator and looks around. When he sees the cost is clear, he makes a break for the exit, which remains unblocked.

He skids to a stop when he can hear the echoing sound of a handgun being cocked. He wants to turn around but is afraid to.

“Mr. Reid,” he hears you greet from behind him. “So close yet so far. Turn around. I want to see you.”

He turns around after a few seconds, raising his hands slowly. 

Your heart thrums in excitement when you see his eyes--wide and fearful. You don’t get too close to him, but close enough to make him uncomfortable. “You failed to avoid me before you got to the exit.”

“You weren’t in the room when I came here.”

Silently, you raise your hand and point to an open vent on the ceiling. His eyes follow your finger, and he swallows, now aware you had your eyes on him as soon as the elevator door opened.

“Did you like my powder trick?” You ask. “You have to admit, it was very intuitive.”

“What do you want from me?” Reid asks. “I don’t have anything of use. I’m a profiler, but that’s rarely useful outside of the BAU. I can’t cook, I’m meticulously neat, but I’ve been told it’s overwhelming--”

“Good thing those aren’t things that I want.”

He goes quiet, mouth shutting.

“I don’t care about all of that,” you say softly. “But I did choose you for a reason.”

“. . . what would that be?”

You run forward and he jerks reflexively, holding his hands in front of him in case you try to strike a blow. You shoot off the gun towards the floor and the sound in the confined building was enough to get him to move his arms to shield his face. You slide to your hip and decisively scissor throw him to the ground. 

He lets out a loud grunt from the impact and you stand up, pointing the gun directly to his chest. “Please--please, don’t shoot--just--what do you want?”

Spencer looks up at you with glossy, pleading eyes. His jaw trembles in held-back fear.

You slowly begin to smile, your heart pounding in your chest at the scene of Spencer Reid underneath you; at your mercy. “I can tell you what I want. But you won’t like it.”

#spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid Criminal Minds #spencer x reader #spencer reid x fanfiction #matthew gray gubler #criminal minds #reader insert #Female reader #x reader #male reader #reader imagine #gender neutral reader #Gender nuetral reader #actually psychotic #psychoanalysis #bau #toxic #toxic relation traits #toxic reader #toxic relationship

[newkatzkafe2023]

Male Holli Would X Sadistic Female Manga artist reader

(Name) Y/N L/N Deebs later Y/N L/N Would

(Age) 20

(Gender) Female

(Occupation) Manga Artist

Appearance

You are a 5'9 female with (e/c) and long (h/c). Your a Curvy young Women your mostly seen in puck-ish street wear, you also wear baseball Caps and Sneakers. You also like to put on lipgloss and pink nail polish. When out in the club you wear

Personality: You Ms thing are a Sociopath and dirty rotten women. You are manipulation, Tricky, Sleazy, untrustworthy, and very Vague. Like your so good at lying that you can make it look like it was the other person's decision. You are are quite spoiled Considering you are younger than Your Brother Jack and are Very intelligent so you can easily get what you want. You can be Arrogant and Cocky when push comes to shove and you can be short-tempered when things don't go according to plan. You also have some child-like moments especially when Watching old Cartoons like Looney tunes or Betty Boop. Your Also Amazing at finding a Liar Since your good at being one so their no tricking or lying to you. You also Can be sarcastic and jaded as you had a pretty rough beginning before being adopted, and finally you have some Narcissistic Traits and love Torturing people especially your brother and other Noids and doodles.

Relationships:

Jack Deebs: He's your Adopted Brother, Emphasis on adopted. To you he's your Punching bag, Lackey, Errand Boy and sometimes wallet. He was never a Brother to you. you and Holli use and Abuse him for your own Benefit. Now you wouldn't say you hate him but you clearly don't think Much of him and Only see him as a tool and someone you can torture

Holli Would: Now Honestly you to get along Amazingly. You both have similar interests and ambitions and want in on the other's life. Sure you didn't trust her as far as you can throw a picture of her but, it's not all terrible. You both learn from each other as well like she taught you how to Dance and you taught her how to Scam some people for Money. You both don't think Much of your Brothers and she understands how Clingy and Needy her Twin brother is especially when he's in-love.

Hal E Would: OK SO GET THIS You knew Hal as long as you can remember wonder why because he's the main Character to your the Manga series HIMBO. This guy has made you very Famous for his looks and his Shenanigans fueled by Stupidity. Since you hate men his Manga is a series of ways to torture and humiliate him on the daily basis and became very popular for Is feminist and female divorcees but received backlash for males. Now you never dreamed of meeting him in real life but it's been a Nightmare He's Annoying, loud, flirty, Needy and Blindly in love with you. Finally he gets in the way of everything You need to ditch Him at Once before something unfortunate happens to you.

Detective Frank Harris: Yo this guys is a fun sponge let me tell you that. He always bugging you and telling you things you could careless about. Even though you took note on somethings he said that actually sound important like that laws of cool world he keeps bringing up. He still annoys you and you hate him because he's a bossy uptight man but you Tolerate him more than your Jack and Hal.

Hal and Holli's Doodle Goons: You and Jack remember drawing these guys but they listen to you more then they listen to Jack.

Catchphrase: Do We have a Deal?😈

Trivia Fact:

Well You remember Holli Would is the main Antagonist well your the Secondary Antagonist in this Story you already know that your a Lousy person

Holli wants to be a Noid

While your Goal is to become a Doodle

You hate men because of the bad relationships you had and the fact that you were abandoned

Because you watch alot of Cartoons you sometimes say things or act like the Characters you saw on television. Although you grew out of it but it happens for time to time.

You are a Foodie so when you get back to the real world you take Holli and Hal to a bunch of Restaurants and food Festivals

You don't use Curse words unless your truly fed up with a Situation

You and Holli both Dislike your Brothers and think of them as tools

Your Theme Songs:

Leave comments please and tell me what you think of your character🥺

#Cool world #Genderbend #X reader #toxic reader #one sided love #adopted siblings #villain reader #Youtube

[sorcerous-caress]

former anon that asked for the bitchy oath-breaker paladin now asking for… wyll with a body 2 vampire lady 😩

A vampire Tav might actually be the end of Wyll, that man will die happily just to know you were well-fed and happy.

At first he was cautious of you, he has encountered vampires in the past and he knew they don't have a soul, they don't love or feel joy.

And maybe he is right, maybe deep down vampire tav is just as power obsessed as he first thought they were, just as cruel and cold. But they're good at pretending, at faking having a soul, at masquerading as a mortal.

And Wyll is none the wiser when he falls for your faux vulnerability and fragile heart act. Every so clueless as you easily string him a long, get him all wrapped around your little finger.

His neck is all yours, his blood soley belong to you. It's the closest a vampire will ever get to true love, to completely own someone, heart, body and soul.

Those delicious sounds he makes when you bite him, the way he breathlessly tells you to take more, to satiate your thirst. How willing he is to be your source of life no matter the hour.

Yet another parasite remains, an inferal tangy test that always followed at the aftermath of his blood, as sour as a rotten lemon.

Only after dealing with that hellish pest, did you start realising how attached you were getting to your new pet. What started as easy food, slowly developed into pure possessiveness.

The idea of turning his crossed your mind more than you cared to admit. But why did your heart twist when you saw his genuine smile whenever you went up to him? Why did your nose scrunch whenever he called your name so earnestly.

Why did your tongue feel heavy whenever you were about to weave another lie?

For the first time in thousand of years, a forgotten feeling somehow followed you from your grave. The anguish of guilt. The curse of a conscious.

It can't be, you thought, you must be imagining it. He is just one pathetic human, you've had many greater lovers before.

But none like him, never like him. And just the idea of his smile turning into a sneer of disgust once he sees past your veil, instilled fear into you, one you haven't felt since that night you overthrew your previous master.

And maybe in a twist of fate, Wyll has been seeing past the veil since the start.

#♡Wyll'sWeek #♡Vampire reader #♡toxic relationships #♡toxic reader #Wyll's Week #♡Wyll #Wyll'sWeek #angst #♡angst #toxic reader #vampire reader

[dante-mightdie]

part 3. of the toxic!simon adventure (contains smut)

alex begins making many more appearances in your life and simon can’t fuckin’ stand it. tells himself that there’s just something off about that guy, doesn’t seem like he could protect you if it came to it. this statement made price let out a scoff in response

“he’s one of the best soldiers i’ve ever worked with, simon. besides, they’re just bein’ friendly with each other.”

“too friendly…” simon mumbles under his breath, narrowing his eyes as he watches you laugh at one of alex’s silly puns

simon spends a lot of time at the Price household. he says it’s because your old man lives closer to base but the truth is he can’t stand being alone in his flat in manchester, haunted and plagued by the chaos he’s seen on the field

he didn’t appreciate how often he was bumping into alex keller when he came to visit. price claiming that alex has to some work to conduct in the UK and offered him a place to stay. nothing to overthink, he says.

except for the fact that you’re both attached at the hip. watching tv together, joining alex on his morning runs, driving you around to help you run your errands. simon watches with a twitch in his eye, a mean feeling bubbling up in his chest as he watches his favourite toy get snatched up by the new kid in the playground

simon is constantly finding opportunities to get in your way, or more specifically, get in Alex’s way. He’ll watch from the kitchen as Alex’s hand twitches to reach out for yours when you’re both watching some show you were both talking about at dinner…

so simon decides he wants to watch that show too, planting himself right beside you, if he was any closer he would be sitting in your lap.

he caught a peek of the two of you stood in the back garden, alex pointing up at the night stars and leaning over to whisper something in your ear, making you giggle

so simon decided he needed to have a cigarette right that second, stalking out into the garden and slamming the door to announce his presence

“not interrupting anythin’, am I?”

you both sheepishly smile and shake your heads, seperating from each other

later on that night when the house is quiet and everyone has headed off to bed, simon finds himself unable to sleep. he thinks about going for a smoke or having another glass of bourbon but instead finds himself with his hand down his sweats, sloppily pumping his cock

in his other meaty hand, he holds his phone. a picture of you clad in some stringy lingerie that you sent to him one late night a few months ago. these pictures were always the product of you having a bad day and then being ignored by simon

crying in your room because he’s an emotionally unavailable prick, telling yourself that you’re over it and you’re gonna ignore him too. and then less than an hour later, your posing for your camera in a desperate attempt to get him to come to your room

well, at least, that’s what you used to do. simon never responded to these pictures. not even a thumbs up. perhaps you got tired of being ignored by him, simon thinks. or maybe you want him to send you a picture this time. or maybe, just fucking maybe, you’re sending these pretty pictures to someone else…

the thought makes simon yank his hand from his trackies with a curse falling from his lips. his cock aching and leaking against the material of his boxers, desperate for release. he snatches his mask from the bedside table and trudges down the hallway, only to stop at the sound of breathy moans coming through the crack of your door

it’s nearly 2AM. why is the light on in your room? why are you awake? simon’s brain runs a mile a minute with thoughts of you. when did he start thinking about you?

he places a hand on your door and slowly pushes it open enough so you can’t see his bulky frame in the dark hallway

and there you are. laying on your back with your forearm over your eyes, loud moans escaping your throat as desperate sobs. for a second, simon’s brain doesn’t even notice there’s another person in your room, too focused on watching your blissed out expression to notice that Alex was on top of you, pushing on your thighs to tuck your knees behind your ears

the slick sounds of your pussy being fucked would probably have been enough to keep simon’s cock hard, but not when he’s watching you fall apart in another man’s arms

he’s got you folded into a mating press, repeatedly slapping his hips into yours. he nearly vomits from rage when he hears you cry out his name

“Alex! fuck, I can’t… ‘s too much…” you whine out, bracing your hands on his shoulders when Alex reaches up to grip the headboard of your bed

“yeah, ya can, sugar. so good for me. such a good fucking girl. all pretty for me, ain’t that right, baby?” he whispers in your ear, but simon heard it. and it makes him fucking rage that this is what has become of him. standing in the pitch black corridor, watching you get fucked by another man like a pervert

but simon isn’t getting off on this. no, how can he enjoy staring at your panties dangling from your ankle knowing he wasn’t the one tugging them off your wet pussy? how can enjoy the sound of your moans when you silence them by pulling on Alex’s dogtags for a kiss?

you look so pretty when you come, simon thinks to himself as you squeal and kick your feet against Alex’s back. so pretty when it’s too much for you…

not that simon would know. he always turned your face away from his when you fucked, putting you on your knees and shoving your face into the mattress.

simon decides it’s too much for him to handle when he hears you begging for Alex to come inside of you. stalks back to his lonely room and unlocks his phone, shoving his hand back into his boxers and loading up a picture of you…

#mw2 #cod mw2 #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #toxic!simon #alex keller #alex keller x reader

[toxicbrothel]

not sweet pea trying to write a fic where raider joel kisses her 😩 had to gently tell her to keep it in her diary bc she can't do stuff that canon is building up to. it's for her own good. she cried 🥺 then her face darkened 😬 idk if she has another idea

edit: her other idea

#sweet pea #metafic #toxic reader

[casiia]

༉‧₊˚. — simon 'GHOST' riley; pretty when you cry.

warnings .: smut, mdni 18+, v! penetration, kinda toxic simon.

.: masterlist.

simon riley who gets turned on when you cry. he feels like an asshole about it but he can’t help it, you’re just so pretty when you cry!

your passionate ranting stuttered by your sobs, tears just pooling in your eyes as you try to control your emotions. the second simon presses a hand to your cheek, his thumb rubbing just under your eye, you stop thinking and let the waterworks run.

he’s frowning at the words that you express, listening closely to everything you’re saying. sure he’s getting hard but he’s a good multitasker — “i know, baby. how could they do that to you.” he’s nodding along, shifting in his seat and adjusting the tension in his pants.

simon’s gaze is stuck to your puffy lips, your saltwater tears making them slightly chapped. he’s pressing his thumb into your bottom lip, swiping over it and telling you to calm down and breathe; his thoughts running wild to the sound of your uneven gasps and hiccups, reminding him too well of how you sound underneath him.

the same tears that stain your cheeks when he's folding you over and stretching you out. he's comforting you again, in more ways than just words. "y'feel better, bun?" "still cryin'? my poor, baby."

he wants you to forget about the bad day that you had, hating that it'd been so terrible that you'd come to him in tears. simon thinks he's helping when he's slowly rutting into you, his touch so gentle and caring. he just wants to take care of you — make you cry for him in ways that both of you enjoy :(

#[ *ೃ༄ — 𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒. ] #( 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 ᡣ𐭩 ྀིྀ ) #HIM AND LANA?!? #toxic simon #my brain is so fuzzy #urughuh #simon riley #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley x reader smut #ghost smut #this almost made me barf #i need him soooooo bad #lanaananannan

[chrollohearttags]

the baby trapper | armin artlert

armin wants to make sure you don’t ever leave him. Even if he has to resort to desperate measures

content + themes: porn w/ a little plot, toxic armin making his triumphant return, baby trapping (new to writing this so forgive me if it doesn’t sound right), slight yandere vibes (?) missionary, rough sex, daddy kink, breeding (dk what it is with this man and breeding 😫), unprotected sex, he’s so terrible but he’s so sexy

wc: 1.7K

📝: trying to get my steam back a little and I also couldn’t stop thinking about @levisbaldheadedwh0re and his five baby mamas 😭😭 I’d like to think this is how his ass got them.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.

you’d told yourself no..you’d said it time and again that you were done. That this would be the very last time you’d see him..that he didn’t deserve you. All of which were false except the latter. Because somewhere in the back of your consciousness, you knew…you knew it’d always be this way. A tumultuous, repetitive cycle of breaking up and making up even harder. Telling him you hated his guts only got him to be in yours hours later; saying how sorry he was and you’d always forgive him without pause. But this time, he couldn’t be certain…the risk of you actually following through on your promise was far too great. You made it abundantly clear that if he didn’t get his shit together, you were breaking up with him. And to take things a step further, you were moving out of this city and leaving his ass behind entirely. The prospect of you moving onto bigger and better things..new job that paid amicably, an apartment on a nicer side of town than where you currently were and of course, a better man. You had every intention of doing so too. That was until…

“Keep fucking me!…just like that. Right there..”

“Right there, baby? That’s your spot, ain’t it?..squeezing me so fucking tight—“

until you made the rather ignorant choice to make one last visit to the toxic, selfish man known as Armin Artlert. Giving your final plea of sorts; hoping that he’d beg your forgiveness and vow to be a better boyfriend. Because although he wasn’t the best fit for you in the slightest, there was still some semblance of love there. A part of you cared so deeply and didn’t want to let him go. But the truth was, that was pure, unadulterated lust! The connection you felt for him was nothing more than an attachment to his sex..the way he fucked you was incomprobable. Hadn’t met a man who could make you feel the way he did physically. Despite causing you pain in every other area..regardless, you looked past it once he got you out of your clothes and on his mattress, practically breaking the bed frame trying to put you through it.

“Arminnn!….oh my gosh..”

coiling both your wrists and ankles into his grasp, he’d keep you in place, pounding into that core with consistent strokes. Each one going deeper and deeper..drumming out loud whimpers and arousal all the same. A sheath of your juices were leaking onto the sheets, along with staining his cock. He didn’t care..he desired more. Almost as if he were addicted to it. You were already overstimulated; afraid that you couldn’t take another orgasm. All of this came only after he had eaten your pussy to the point of tears. Yet, here he was..determined to get more than his fill. Those blonde locks plastered to his forehead due to the pouring sweat trickling down his body. He always got this way when he was inside of you. The only time he’d give you his all; completely devoted to ensuring that you received the ultimate pleasures. Trembling and shaking, (y/n) gazed into those icy colored eyes, each of which were teeming with lust for you as he finally faltered his speed a little. Those arms..each toned and laced with detailed tattoos stood at your side like that of pillars. “Yes, baby? Something on your mind?”

at the moment, it was completely blank. Your brain dumbed and fucked out by his unrelenting resolve. Not to prove he would treat you right but to ensure that you didn’t go elsewhere. That even if you decided to get in that car tomorrow, drive miles away and never look back, he’d be forever imprinted in your memory..

“I-I can’t..no more, baby. Please…oh my gosh.”

however, that wasn’t the only way that Armin was planning to leave his mark on you. Because little did you know, he had devised a plan to ensure that the two of you would be bound for a lifetime. Whether you wanted to do so or not..

“No more? Oh, sweetheart..I know you can give me so much more than that..” his voice mirroring that of a very nefarious villain. Even patting your cheek and sliding a thumb between your lips for a small semblance of comfort. You looked so cute and utterly pathetic. So much so the sight made him twitch whilst buried to your hilt. That swollen cock head pressing directly against the entrance of your womb. He hadn’t been entirely honest when he invited you over for what he called “one last talk.”..hell, he had no intentions at all of sitting down and discussing the state of your relationship, what he could do to resolve it or how to be a better man. His one and true objective was to get you pregnant! He wanted you to be with his child, so that no matter where you strayed, you’d be reminded of him. He’d constantly tell you how he wanted you to have his baby and that you’d look so pretty carrying it. But you couldn’t in good faith raise a child with someone as irresponsible as Armin! His employment was constantly fleeting, he lacked all the skills required to care for another human being and you didn’t want that risk. But you truly had no choice..no choice but to lie there and take every inch of him as your beautiful brown eyes rolled to the back of your skull. As that appendage left an imprint in the pit of your belly, kissing the inner corner of that cervix. Your legs flailing midair and your toes curling to the max. He wanted to keep you like this forever..admire and treasure his most precious possession..

“I mean..I bet if I do this..” suddenly, you’d feel that swelling tension in your loins deepening when he rubbed your clit with his free thumb. “No wait!—“ “..you’ll come so hard, I won’t even be able to stay inside of you.” His voice is so condescending but soothing in a way. He gave you sweet nothings with the most sour of intentions. Knowing that he wasn’t going to allow you to leave here tonight without every last drop of his seed in your womb. Until he saw the lines on that test indicating a positive result. He needed it..he needed you so fucking badly!

“So that’s why I want you to take it…take all this fucking dick, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl..the only one who can get all of my nut. So do it..take it just like you did the other ones.”

it was then that those vigorous thrusts would resume. Even harder than before and he didn’t care that he had now freed your hands and you were utilizing them as a means to slow him down. He’d merely put them right back where they started. “If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, beautiful. I guess I’ll just have to hold them again.” Meanwhile, he’d release another maniacal laugh and shove his tongue between your lips; swirling it around your own until you were whimpering into his mouth. He had maximized his speed and was rutting those hips until you felt him to the hilt. That tight cunt made even more constricted by his previous loads that had been sloshing around. Throbbing and leaking as he thrashed you around. His thick girth and long length fill every sector of you. He had full dominion over this body and wasn’t letting go!

“Are you gonna do as I asked, baby? You’ll do whatever I want, right?..”

“Y-yes, daddy! Fuck meeee..”

“And you’re not going any fucking where, isn’t that right?..”

“No…oh my gosh, just don’t stop.”

your answer seemed to satisfy his ego well enough and that was all he needed to persist. Smirking down and rewarding you with another kiss, Armin gently stroked the side of your face before leaning back up.

“That’s right, baby. Get used to calling me daddy..because I want to get you pregnant. Fill that pretty pussy up..you ready?” You’d vehemently nod with tears in your eyes. Begging for him to do so..to make you his forever. With only a couple more strokes, he’d take an inch or so out and for his final thrusts, slow down.. “..c’mon, beg me. Lemme hear you say that shit. Tell me you want my babies..tell me you want me to get you pregnant.” Leaving you no option than to do so and truth be told…

“Come in me, daddy! Please..give it to me..”

“There we go…now hold still..”

you wouldn’t want it any other way! Finally, he’d come to a halt and you’d feel that earlier throbbing increased tenfold. All that mounting tension of being between those tight walls had finally caught up and he couldn't hold or pull out. “Ah—haaa..shit, coming!”

pulling you into his chest, Armin would empty every last remnant of his cum into your womb, filling your stomach with every ounce, joining the other two that had followed before. You were stuffed to the brim; overflowing with the warm, white substance by the time he finished. Those strings of silky fluid didn’t come without a chorus of empty ‘I love you’s’ and tearful cries. He made you linger on every word. Hold on to hope that he meant what he spoke. But even if there wasn’t a hint of truth in his statement..

“Thank you, sweetheart…for letting me fill you up..look at that. Gonna look so pretty with my baby..I love you.”

it was too late. You were already trapped inside of his web!

#armin x reader #armin arlert #armin aot #armin x black reader #armin smut #armin x black y/n #armin x reader smut #aot x black reader #black fem reader #black reader #aot au #toxic armin #armin x y/n #armin x fem reader #armin arlet x reader #armin artlert #armin arlet smut #armin attack on titan #armin headcanons #armin imagine #snk smut #armin drabble #snk armin #armin arlet x black reader #armin arlet headcanons #armin arlet imagines #cw breeding #cw pregnancy #cw babytrapping #cw yandere

[singmyaubade]

Shades Of Cool

toxic!dark!rafe cameron x female!pogue!reader

summary: you are just living your life, completely normal and free. but, what happens when rafe cameron decides that you are his? he's danger.

warnings: smut! 18+ stalking, manipulation, rafe is obsessed with reader, fingering, swearing, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, praise, oral (male receiving), dark!rafe cameron, choking, jealousy, violence, heavy smut..

a/n: i'm delighted I'm finally starting this, even if it took me so long. i genuinely hope you all enjoy this series. i understand that this a bit short, but the narrative is only getting started, so things will only get wilder! however, it is to be expected—this is a rafe cameron fic.

series

One thing that you hated about Outer Banks was how the heat still radiated at night, causing excessive amounts of water to be drank and a great amount of fans that blew hot air into your face.

It only made everyone irritable and only caused more arguments like now,

"I swear to god JJ, I am about to fucking murder you if you say another word," You hissed, giving him a glare as he mockingly grew scared.

"I agree," Cleo said before falling back into her nap.

"All I'm saying is that we have been moping around here for hours meanwhile we could be partying on the fresh beach and cool water," JJ replied, using his hands to represent the scenery to all of you.

"I'm going to have to agree with Y/N," Pope said, turning his head to JJ, "I'm already in tough shit with my parents for when you knocked over my great-grandmothers vase," Pope glared.

JJ put his hands up in defense, "I told you tequila makes me clumsy,"

"Besides every single Kook is there, including Rafe and if he sees Sarah with us, it will only bring another fight and you are not going back to jail," Kie warned, still closing her eyes while the fan blew the air in her face, blowing her hair.

"When have we ever been scared of Rafe?" JJ asked.

"When he gave me a full smackdown for doing my job," Pope scoffed.

"And when he almost drowned me," Sarah chimed in from across the room where she was laying on John B's legs on the carpet floor.

"And when he shot Sheriff Peterkin in front of us," John B added.

"And when-" Pope began.

"Okay that's enough," He said as you giggled, turning your head back to the fan.

You didn't know much about Rafe Cameron since you had moved to Outer Banks only last year and you had met the "star Pogues" a few months ago.

You had never really seen Rafe's face ever, only heard of him honestly.

But you didn't know if it was a bad thing.

All you had heard about was how evil and villainous he was which caused some places to be off limits for the fact that the boys couldn't handle another beat down with the Kooks and there was a greater matter at hand.

But still, you always were curious about "evil" Rafe Cameron.

"You guys are no fun," JJ pouted, sitting beside you on the couch.

You patted the lower part of his leg, "Poor baby," You sarcastically said to which moved his leg swiftly causing you to laugh.

Suddenly the lights and fans turned off as you all except for JJ groaned, knowing that meant the electricity was off you and you would have to deal with the heat and darkness.

Which meant the only choice was the beach party,

JJ cheered, "I win!"

You crossed your arms as you walked on the warm sand, lots of cheering and loud music around you. You could see the Kooks and the Pogues in their own groups, not daring to interact with eachother.

It was hard to get used to the fact that there were two groups of people based on economic statuses and that it meant that if you were one thing, the other one hated you.

You had never been to a place like that but you just kinda got used to it.

Yet you still could never tell which group was really which sometimes.

You were forced to walk around by yourself as John B and Sarah wandered off to a quiet spot while JJ started drinking with Kie as his babysitter and Cleo and Pope wandered around.

All of it sounded like a lot of third wheeling which made you stay away.

But you didn't mind being alone, you liked listening to the waves and watching the festivities that went along with a party.

And you knew that a beer would help you get more into the party festivities.

You walked over the keg where a man with a shaved head and a matching tank top and shorts poured himself a beer as you curiously looked at him.

You had to admit that he was one of the most attractive men you had seen before.

His lips were a perfect shade of pink and they were smooth like sucking on a cherry. His veins were bulging from his hands and you could see the peach fuzz on his jawline that you could only really see upclose.

You snapped out of your analysis as he looked at you as you waited there awkwardly, forming a smile on your face.

"Sorry to creepily stand here, I'm just trying to get a uh-" You said, pointing to the keg.

His face studied you for a second, almost as if he was trying to figure you out. You could tell by his face that he had never seen you before and he looked as if he was trying to figure out if you were a Kook or Pogue.

He chuckled, "Didn't mean to take so long, I wouldn't have if I had seen your pretty face sooner," He smirked, looking you up and down, causing you to blush.

You felt stupid for blushing over something that a man probably said to every pretty girl he saw but you felt something different about him.

You were taken aback by his boldness, "Do you say that to every women that waits for her turn on the keg?" You teased.

"Only the pretty ones," He replied, causing you to laugh.

"Smooth talker I see," You smiled.

"Always," He joked, "I swear I've never seen you around and usually, you know everyone in Outer Banks," He probed.

"Yeah, I just moved here last year," You answered, "I haven't made my rounds yet,"

"Figured," He said, "I would've definitely noticed you,"

"Pfft," You beamed, "I'm sure you would've walked past me on the beach, there are many beautiful girls here,"

"Nah," He laughed, looking off, "You are different from them,"

"How could you already assume that?" You asked, curiosity biting at you.

"For one, you aren't stuck up and preppy which is most the girls on this island," He grinned as you giggled.

"Ay, they aren't all like that," You replied.

"Most of 'em," He added, "But I don't pay much attention to them,"

"Figures," You said, eyebrow raising.

He saw your eyes move the keg and his cup before he offered his cup forward.

"Might as well take mine, I wouldn't feel proud of myself if I let you pour one yourself," He winked.

Great attempt at being a gentlemen.

"No no, I got it," You said before he shook his head.

"I insist" He said, his thumb grazing yours.

"Thank you," You smiled, "I'm Y/N" You introduced, taking the cup from him while extending your other hand for him to shake.

He shook your hand, "I'm Rafe," He replied with a smile as yours slowly fell.

The Rafe? The Rafe you were basically supposed to never interact with and who was the supposed devil? That Rafe?

"Rafe Cameron?" You asked, standing frozen.

"Guess my reputation precedes me," He joked as you didn't laugh but instead cleared your throat.

You took your hand back quickly, "Oh, i-it's nice to meet you," You cleared your throat, "My friends are waiting so I'm gonna-"

He clearly figured you out, "Pogue, I'm guessing?" He snickered.

Your face wrinkled, "Is that supposed to be a funny thing?"

"Hilarious actually," He answered, only angering you more.

"I don't see what's funny about that?" You crossed your arms with ur drink resting in your hand.

He wiped his jaw, "Must be tough at the bottom of the food chain,"

Your nose flared, "Must be tough being an elite asshole,"

He laughed, "I just think it's an unfortunate cause, I mean it's just unlucky," He smirked.

Asshole.

"Unlucky?" Your lip pursed, " I think what's more unlucky is thinking that your cool for a fucked up economic status that has been perpetuated on an island,"

"I just don't believe your friends belong on Outer Banks," He said, not a hint of hesitance in his voice.

He really believed in this bullshit.

"I mean you would really rather hang out with a group of dirty Pogues?" He snickered, looking off.

"Well I am one of them and they are my friends," You scoffed, "You seem more dirty than us," You insulted.

"Is that so?" Rafe mocked.

"Do you wanna talk about your father's dirty money?" You asked.

"I would watch that pretty mouth," He replied, inching closer.

"Or what?" You hummed, acting braver than you usually would.

"Fuck around and find out sweetheart," He came closer, breath fawning on your face.

The whiskey on his breath kissed your nose but not breaking your eye contact with him as you inched closer, eyes on his lips.

As he tried to close the gap, you threw the drink in his face. "Oohs" and snickers filled around the both of you as you stomped away from him.

He smirked, wiping the alcohol off of his face.

'What an asshole,' You thought,

Little did you know that Rafe only grew to like you more.

You found JJ and Kie sitting by the beach together as she laid her head on his shoulder. You were thinking about interrupting them but tarnish their moment, you choosing instead to call it a night and also you didn't feel like trying to find the rest of the group.

You were glad that you knew yourself enough to drive to the party considering that you got tired fast. You couldn't really see in the parking lot due to how dark it was and away from the lights.

You digged in your back pocket for your phone to pull out of the flashlight as you reached for your keys but dropped them instead in the process.

You audibly groaned as you searched on the floor in the darkness for the keys. You went on your knees with your flashing light, searching on the ground as you heard footsteps behind you, darting your flashlight behind you but seeing nothing.

You had a bad feeling but you thought it was paranoia because you were alone in the parking lot and maybe a little due to the interaction you had earlier with Rafe.

You couldn't stop thinking about how he came off as nice but switched so quickly into an elitist piece of shit.

Sounds like how they described him.

But still, there was a pit in your stomach that felt like butterflies when he grazed your thumb.

You sighed, pushing the thoughts out as you finally grabbed your keys, using the concrete-sanded floor push yourself back up off the ground.

Suddenly, you felt a cloth on your mouth and a hand covering your waist as your muffled screams filled the parking lot, trying to kick your attacker behind you.

You felt yourself drifting into the darkness as you screamed one last time,

And everything went black.

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