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cherrysha · 11 months

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Older brother sukuna and his younger brother yuuji who he begrudgingly takes care of by doing some shady shit. Slightly gang affiliated,,, sells drugs,,, maybe moonlights as a security guard at night to cover his ass…

He’s who bookies send after you when u owe a ton of money and they know u don’t have the funds to pay up. Can only assume sukuna is involved when another body washes up,, police never have any hard evidence.

He’s not the type to go after college girls but ur so pretty and malleable and innocent and he truly can’t help himself when you shyly knock on his door looking for an ounce. He could short you and you’d thank him, fill the bag with oregano and you’d be none the wiser. But hes amazed you even know his address, he’s not in the business of selling to inexperienced little girls. He moves weight by the brick and who are you knocking at his door late at night asking for such things?

Of course he lets you in, fondles you a little under the guise of looking for a wire, only finds the softness of your skin and the warmth of your ass pressed against his crotch. Smokes you out by feigning suspicion that you might be a cop if you don’t test the product. And you’re gullible enough to believe him, to let him shotgun smoke into your mouth and relax against the softness of the sofa as your head fills with cotton.

It’s not hard to pry the truth from you either. Some college friends taking advantage of your kindness, your urge to belong, steering you in his direction. Asking you to use your own money to buy product. And he doesn’t feel pity because you know you’re being taken advantage of just as much as he does, you’re a smart girl, just so lonely.

Of course he initiates it, seals his lips to yours after breathing smoke into your mouth, but he never expects you to be so eager. sucks and bites on your lips once a little whine escapes your throat and after a while his big tattooed arms circle around your waist, pick you up as easily as a doll and drop you into his lap. Your soaking through ur underwear under that little skirt and he doesn’t have to look down to feel it, feel the warmth radiating off of your there

After a while it’s routine. After a while you stop coming to him under the guise of buying, your true intentions clear as day when he gets a feel under your skirt and finds you wet and bare for him. After a while he’s only got eyes for you, for the convenience of your little house calls and how sweet you are, like there’s not guns hidden just out of view, like he hasn’t sold bricks of white powder in front of you.

And how are you supposed to know? He’s so indifferent and cold after you’ve fucked, let’s you leave with so much as a wayward glance. You’re not stupid enough to mistake a casual fuck as something more. And how are you supposed to know he’s a bouncer at the new club ur going to? That your ‘friends’ dragged you to? And how are you supposed to know he’s watching the roll of your hips when he’s supposed to be watching the door? That every lustful roll against the man behind you is threatening to burst the vein in his neck.

#sukuna x reader #this was dying in my drafts #my sukuna fic is loosely inspired by this #I’m having imposter syndrome again so I thought I’d post for funsies #I need a tag for my blurbs #Sha blurbs #works fr now #tw drugs #tw unhealthy relationship #tw dubcon #tw possessive behavior #tw jealousy #this has been in my drafts since dec 3 2021 Jesus Christ

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give-soup-please · 2 years

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Platonic(?) Obsessed Narrator Headcanons

Hoo boy, this dude is intense.

He will do absolutely anything to keep your attention.

New endings? Done. New content? Yes. That godforsaken bucket? Fine, but he’s going to complain the whole time.

He will find out what you like about him and bump up those traits in his self-presentation.

He’s very desperate to keep you by his side, either through Stanley or somehow wiring you directly into the game.

If your favorite thing about him is his voice, you’d better hope he doesn’t find out. Unless, of course, you want him to.

When the mood strikes him, he can be an incredible storyteller, and his acting range is unparalleled.

Happy endings? Bittersweet? Sad? Whatever you want, as long as you stay by his side.

If you’d like, you may even be able to push him into reading someone else’s story, though it is a difficult thing to navigate.

He’s at his happiest when he’s reading what he wrote, wanting to believe it's his words casting a spell over you, and not someone else's.

But if you ask him enough, he’ll indulge and read your favorite book to you, or maybe your favorite poetry. After all, it means you’re spending more time with him.

I can’t help but think of a slightly edited quote from the zending (red door)

“This is what you want. This is where we can both be happy, we really can. If you keep listening. You just have to keep listening.”

He understands that humans have physical limitations, though he doesn’t have any personal experience with it, and that you can’t play the game 24/7. This doesn’t stop him from getting upset when you have to leave.

“You will come back, won’t you?”

Occasionally his trauma starts acting up, especially post skip button ending. You’d go to exit the game after spending a few hours with him and all of a sudden…

“Don’t go! Please don’t go!”

You’re going to have to navigate his boundaries, your boundaries, and the boundaries of the game carefully if you want to maintain any sense of balance.

You can, if you wish, try and convince him that you are always going to come back.

Depending on how much trauma he has when these traits start appearing, this could take anywhere from a few days to a few months.

But even if it’s been a while since you booted up the game, he’s always happy to see you again.

You’re proof that he’s real. That his stories are having an impact. That he’s so compelling you can’t help but want to see him again.

Unless you two code something collaboratively, communication will be difficult.

A nod and a shake of a head from Stanley are fairly clear to him, but other than that? It may be worth modding the game in order for him to receive input from your mic.

It’s unlikely to happen given the current limitations of the game, but if you were somehow able to code in/mod the game to get him to hear from your mic AND have a webcam feed he could watch, he’d be absolutely overjoyed.

He can see you! You have a lovely smile. And it’s all for him.

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httpslovegirldotcom · 2 months

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I don't care about getting better!! I WANT to be in an unhealthy & toxic relationship!! I want to be owned!! I want to be hurt!! Threaten to kill me if I leave!! Carve your name into my skin!! Isolate me, manipulate me, rape me, abuse me, hurt me I don't care!! I want to be yours!!

#╰ ‘ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ⸤ 1 ⸣ ɴᴇᴡ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ﹗ ... ’ ›#♡. ᴍᴀʀɪɴᴀ.ᴡᴀᴠ #tw yandere #irl darling #darlingcore #tw rape mention #tw unhealthy relationship

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dreamsclock · 3 months

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Write about MAD duo

Ok!

How do you write an ending?

The correct answer is that you don’t. The ending writes itself. Hits when least expected, ravages everything in its path. Destroys gods and blesses the underdogs. Renders the world and its occupants reeling in the aftermath. The ending is the ending is the ending and Dream, God, is so fucking tired.

Despite his terror and frustration when the server dies, for one stupidly emotional moment, he’s relieved.

And in that moment he thinks he sees Wilbur.

Not as he’d become: maddened, jaded, never without a cigarette and that old coat that hadn’t been washed in months. But as he’d been (as he always will be, in Dream’s mind): healthy, standing tall and proud in his L’Manburg uniform, a smile on his face that reeks of ambition and drive and knowing.

It had turned Dream’s stomach then. It makes him reach out now.

Wilbur grins as his hand locks with Dream’s, only briefly. The touch sends electric jolts up Dream’s arm: or maybe that’s the shockwaves from the missile hitting, he doesn’t care anymore doesn’t know. But for a moment he’s startled by the connection. “Look at that,” Wilbur muses, eyes alight, “your finished symphony.”

Dream can’t breathe. Smoke and silence clogs his lungs. His body is weightless, momentarily, floating in an abyss where his senses are smothered by Wilbur, Wilbur, Wilbur. Says his name now, mouth unwieldy and untethered. “It’s not my symphony,” he says, and Wilbur laughs.

“Guess not.” The older man is drifting away, form dissolving in sudden rays of sun. “You didn’t even finish it in the end, did you? Didn’t even get to give yourself the ending you wanted.” Wilbur’s smile is wry and wide. “So much for the prison. So much for the plan.”

Dream’s eyes are blinded. Shielding them, he calls out, exposed and raw: “You knew this would happen. Didn’t you?”

A laugh rings in his head as he blinks awake, bleary-eyed and brightening at the sight of an unfamiliar server. There’s a sun in the sky and a path under his feet, and it almost feels like home. But it’s missing cigarette smoke: and Dream can’t help but feel like someone is watching over him, resigned to watching history repeat, as he turns to start his new life.

#tw death #tw unhealthy relationship #tw toxic relationship #c!madduo #> sparrow scribbles

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cry-ptidd · 2 months

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Where does Laura's fixation on nuns come from? Seems to be a recurring motif in artwork and fiction you have made for her. Is this intentional? 👀

90% intentional! The rest 10% is honestly just vibes.

The main reason is because of Laura's relationship with religion and sexuality.

She was raised in a Christian household and was extremely devout as a human, and planned to keep her chastity intact even if she was the eldest daughter (already making her kind of an exception in the traditional family dynamic). It stemmed half from her being a lesbian (and not knowing that that was a thing) and half from just her faith.

As for her fixation with nuns specifically, it's mostly because of her trauma.

Having been abused sexually by men of faith and top that with her already repressed sexuality, when she gave in to her lycanthropy she basically let go of all her inhibitions and previous anxieties. It also resulted in her being hypersexual in general, and her drinking despite not being able to get drunk is also an idea of that hedonistic, feral attitude.

She sees sex as a power play or a pastime. It's not meaningful in any way to her anymore. It's not about love, it's not about intimacy. But to a Christian woman? Oh it is quite meaningful.

When she sleeps with nuns (or married women also), she uses it as a way to insult God and to mock their faith and human societal values. She sullies the pure just like how she was sullied, not by force but my seduction, making them willingly give in to her.

She sees nuns as the pinnacle of faith and chastity in women, so of course they'd catch her attention. It's also a form of self-loathing in a way, like hurting and manipulating the innocent woman (Laura could've easily become a nun in her human life) she used to be over and over again for no reason other than boredom.

It's her coming back to her trauma again and again in a way where she is in control this time, infiltrating and seeping through the cracks to not cause an uproar because those incidents will most likely be swept under the rug like how many religious groups will do just to save face in a place where God sees all.

It's the idea of a contrast; a pure, devout virgin and a feral, depraved creature, one living in the outskirts of society and the other outside of it, both suspected because of misogyny and how they don't adhere to gender roles in the most traditional sense of the word.

There is an excellent video essay about nuns (inspired by The Nun (2018)) that I highly recommend you guys check out, it's less than 10 minutes and extremely informative. I also recommend checking out the creator's other videos because they are amazing.

#ask response #laura chastel #my oc #hellsing oc #long post #character analysis #tw mentions of sa #tw unhealthy relationship #<< just in case #the misandry isn't a lesbian thing that's just her #the predation also isn't a lesbian thing that's just her again #she's just fucked up #also if you want a good nun horror movie.#watch Sister Death (2023)#it's a prequel to Verónica (2017)#and very good

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mrzombielover · 1 month

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Hi could you please write some relationship headcanons for Tuco Salamanca? Both sfw and nsfw please :)

ohmy goshh anon u are wild for this tuco scaresssss me 😭

NSFW warning, toxic relationships, lotta drug use, canon typical violence (it’s tuco what do we expect)

SFW

When Tuco likes someone, he is all in. He is so obsessive and expects you to be 10000% loyal and devoted to him

He’s impulsive and spontaneous, will randomly insist on taking you on drives/trips at 3AM, especially when he’s high

fantasizes about taking you away to live on a ranch in mexico. if you don’t speak spanish, you’ll learn, no worries

reallyyyy wants a family. would go feral if he saw you interacting with his family- taking care of his grandparents, playing with his younger nieces/nephews- it makes him weak in the knees

likes to keep his work and domestic life separate. goes to great lengths to hide the ugly side of his work with you

of course, you know, but you’ll never have to see or meet anyone from his work if he can help it. you’ll never have to clean blood from his shirt or a carpet, he’ll take care of it.

fantasizes about protecting you 24/7. sleeps with a gun on the beside table just in case- and he’s never had to use it, but if it ever does he’s so prepared.

he knows the world is full of men who’d hurt you. who’d harass you, traffic you, drug you. he imagines himself taking care of it. shooting, strangling, breaking the bones of any scumbags who’d come near you.

on that note he is extremely jealous and possessive!!!

and you know he’s not all talk, either. would prefer if you didn’t witness it, but he’d happily violently take care of any guy who made you even remotely uncomfortable

has some lowkey stalker tendencies. not that he doesn’t trust you, just that he knows that being with him puts a target on your head. likes to tail you, it’s his idea of keeping you safe from a distance. plus, it’s kind of nice to see you naturally, whether you’re shopping or getting food or running- you just look so cute

has a surprising sweet side. yeah, he’ll manipulate and guilt trip and snap at you sometimes, but you gotta know he doesn’t mean it. when he wants to, he can totally spoil you. loves to throw his money at you, and see the look on your face when he buys you something you’ve really been wanting.

likes when you have to rely on him. it’s a bit twisted, but if you’re really drunk or high, or sick and weak, he’s happy to take care of you.

“aww, shh, chiquitita, it’s okay, i’ll take care of you, don’t worry your pretty head about it,”

NSFW

Insanely high sex drive. you can barely keep up! his hands are on you every chance he gets

loooooves high sex. would much prefer if you use, too, but it’s not vital. when he’s already on cloud fucking 9, adrenaline coursing through his veins, all he wants is you. to inhale your intoxicating scent as he pounds into you from behind.

so into rough sex. of course, he would never hurt you! but takes pride in the deep bruises left by his hands, the hickeys on your neck, bite marks on your collarbones, etc

could never be submissive i think. but he enjoys a struggle for power, he likes someone that can throw his energy back in his face, it keeps it interesting

remember when i said he really wants a family?? you guessed it he has a humongous breeding kink! doesn’t like cumming anywhere except inside you. then he pats your head and kisses your forehead and tells you you’ll be a wonderful parent

likes body worship, both ways. he knows he’s not going to heaven, but seeing you on your knees, begging for him comes pretty close. he always returns the favor, of course, his abuela taught him to be a gentleman

also very into overstimulation. partly stems from his insanely high sex drive. he just loves making you come completely undone for him, until your brain doesn’t work anymore and your legs are jello and you’re crying. he’ll lick your tears off your cheeks and tell you “just one more, i know you can do it,”

gives surpassingly good aftercare if he has the time. unless he had to make do with a quickie, sex with him lasts a looong time, and you’re both completely spent by the end. he likes to take baths after, he’ll massage your sore skin and tells you what a good job you did for him and how sweet you are

has this ultimate fantasy of fucking you while covered in the blood and brains of some inferior asshole who tried to hurt you in some way. he’ll show you how safe you are with him

#tuco salamanca x reader #am i a tuco fucker now?#anon you might’ve converted me #you know i love fucked up men #!not sfw #!my stuff #tw unhealthy relationship #breaking bad x reader #better call saul x reader #tuco salamanca

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zappedbyzabka · 7 months

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Okay but au where the Cobras stalk won’t leave Johnny alone when he left Cobra Kai after the tournament. (Bobby never left.)

Kreese encourages it—well, tells them to scout for him and try to cajole him into coming back "home". Tells them to do what it takes—whatever that is.

But they go further than that.

They watch him when it’s unneccesary. Stalk him.

They want to know where he is, what he’s doing, and who he’s talking to. If he decided to start hanging around LaRusso—the one he lost to—when they always let him win. Gave him the crown. Ardently adored just about everything he did, even if he went directly against what they suggested he do or don’t do.

He’s unaware of all the times they’ve defended him when people tried to talk shit behind his back. Scrubbed all the writings about his “girly voice” and how he “Sucks cock to keep his hair gold” off the stall walls when he was pissing off one too many boys and causing retaliation.

He’s far from helpless, but did he really think he’d make it that far without their loyalty?

He wasn’t truly upset with them at first.

In fact, he practically begged them to leave Cobra Kai and come be friends with him again, figure it all out with him—but they just couldn’t accept that. They would have been fine had Kreese not fucked up so badly, which wouldn't have happened had Daniel never shown up, but Sensei won’t be around to leer and yell forever. Nobody stayed but them, so they’d be the inheritors, right? Johnny should listen to them. They could have the whole dojo, change it however he’d like.

They can’t accept him not being theirs.

He started to get a bit frazzled when their awkward pleading visits got more physical, leading them to corner him and act just relaxed enough to make it seem unintentional. Their disappointment at his "no’s” turning to aggravation.

Sometimes they straight-up surround him, like before but even closer while telling him they know what’s best for him, and that that’s Cobra Kai—sounding scarily like Kreese.

They’ve grabbed him and held him in place, tried to convince him to come back, their hands touching in places inarguably inappropriate but convincingly accidental. "Don't make things harder than they already are, Johnny.”

They don’t hurt him, but they make it known that they could hurt him. They could do whatever they wanted.

Other times, they try the friendly approach again, every interaction laced with tension.

He still has a big soft spot for them. Unlike usual, he can’t bring himself to say "fuck off" and honestly never wants to.

Those are his friends…were his friends.

Bobby has a spare set of keys to Sid’s mansion and Johnny’s car. He was adamant that he was the one most reliable and, therefore, should be the one to have them.

They use that to their advantage often. How can their ex leader say no to a little hangout if they're already where he was going?

They like leaving little signs that they were in his spaces while he was gone. The smell of them on his blankets. A half smoked cigarette. An empty can of what they called their favorite brand.

And they take things. Souvenirs ranging from clothes to notebooks they eventually return. Like all the things they leave behind are just temporary replacements for what they took.

Johnny couldn't ask for the keys back outright. It'd be like admitting they’d “broken up”, and it’s not like he’s gained a whole new posse since he was defeated.

He knew then that it wouldn't go well. Bobby’s a better man than them all and tries—for the most part—but he has issues. He gets violent and possessive. Johnny’s sure if he asked for the keys back, he’d more than refuse, and so would the others.

But he tried anyway with the lie of losing his own.

They all got this look on their faces when he asked them. Like they were happy he "lost" them and had to rely on them.

They wanted to ruin him as much as they wanted to exalt him.

They couldn’t possibly let the chance go by when Johnny called them over in the arcade parking lot (that they so didn’t follow him to), nervous and lovely looking as he asked Bobby.

They had to taunt him a little.

Tommy slipped the keys out of Bobby’s jacket pocket, where he kept them safely, and dangled them in front of Johnny’s face. Bumped his shoulder against Dutch’s and grinned at Jimmy.

"Oh. You need these?"

Johnny nodded, reaching out for them and frowning (pouting) when Tommy pulled them from his reach with a laugh and gave them to Dutch.

That made Johnny pause: Dutch was stronger than him. He could stand a good chance one-on-one but…

He tried not to slap himself for thinking that way. The Cobras wouldn’t dare put their hands on him like that (would they?) and he wasn’t weak.

It's just…they seemed different. Like they wanted to do something to him.

Dutch smirked and tilted his head, crazy dick clearly enjoying every second. "You gonna come and get them, Ace?"

Johnny swallowed hard, unshed tears making his shine. He wouldn’t generally get worked up so easily—close to crying just from a little teasing—but they were his Cobras and he was still painfully raw from the tournament. The bruising on his neck still a sweet lavender.

He sniffled and gritted his teeth, reaching out for them again and stumbling directly into Bobby when Dutch stepped back and threw the keys to Jimmy.

Bobby caught him, helping Johnny stand straight but not letting him go when he tried to move away, strong arms wrapped around his slight waist.

He gave the blonde an expression that made him go still.

His hand slid down to the curve of Johnny’s ass, and slipped inside his back pocket. Where his very unlost keys were.

He didn’t move his hand away.

"Why are you lying to us?"

Johnny pushed lightly against Bobby’s shoulders. "I’m—I’m not, man. Just give them back so I can go."

His voice cracked pathetically. He didn’t want to fight them. He knew he’d been caught good, and didn’t know what to do. he wasn't even sure if he wanted to escape.

Bobby took the keys out and presented them. "Then what are these?"

Johnny looked at the ground, heart racing. "Those are for something else."

The other boy raised his brows a little. "Oh, really? What for then?"

Johnny let out a shaky breath, gaze darting between the four snakes near him, watching intently like they’re waiting to sink their teeth in.

he should know they’ve been waiting a long time.

"Why do I have to tell you?" He snapped finally, giving Bobby one hard shove that actually worked, making him almost fall on his ass. Jimmy and Tommy went into action fast, seizing Johnny’s arms and keeping him still.

Bobby gained his footing and huffed in irritation, stepping up to him again and gripping his chin roughly so he was forced to look at him.

"They're mine, you gave them to me, and I don’t want to give them back. Don’t ask again, yeah?"

Johnny struggled uselessly. Angry at himself for the spark of excitement in his stomach at the fact that he was at their mercy. It’s all wrong.

He was not yet ready to be brutalized again. Humiliation is no easier, but...

He nodded slowly, furiously blinking away the wetness that threatened to spill down his cheeks. He wouldn’t do that in front of them.

Not yet, at least.

Bobby changed then. His menacing demeanor turned into something pleased. Amused even. He leaned in and gave Johnny a brief kiss on the lips, light as a needle. They'd never done that before. "Thank you. You needed to go somewhere, right? Better get to it.”

He patted Johnny's butt.

They already knew he wasn’t meeting anyone. They made sure of it.

They let go of him, and Johnny stood there dizzy and shocked.

He almost hoped the rest would peck him too.

He snatched the keys offered to him and spun around to try and unlock the driver's side door to speed away, shaking so much that he fumbled and dropped them.

A warmth settled behind him, hands went over his, and a breath tickled the back of his neck. "Let me help."

Jimmy.

He guided Johnny easily, helping him insert it into the lock and twist, his hips pressed flush to Johnny’s behind.

Johnny practically threw himself in his car the second he heard the click of the lock.

He tried to shame away the stirring in his jeans as he drove home.

#Im working on 3 hours sleep bear with me pls #Their gosl is to make him the leader again but in the period he’s not—They have fun with it.#Johnny cares about them still and doesn’t know what to do. he’s vulnerable #He likes it lol #They are going absolutely destroy his pussy. sloppied. stretched. fucked so so good and hard #until they’re ALL cumming dry #implied kreerence #johnny x cobras #og cobras #karate kid #tw harrassment #tw stalking #nsft #tw unhealthy relationship

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mcytshippystuff · 8 months

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Can I ask how you view Brunim and Forever's relationship since you mentioned it in your last post? You said you viewed it as toxic on both ends and that it messed Forever up, can you go into more detail?

(as always, /rp, not irl) Also go here for more hcs on q!Forever's relationships this ask is referencing!

Okay so!! Like I said before in that posts tags, I dont know a WHOLE lot about the canon relationship between q!Forever and... c!Brunim? q!Brunim? Whatever, I dont know the canon but from what iv seen, in rp its very much not healthy. So I ended up building my own hcs for them and idk how accurate they are canon wise but I still like em regardless so im sticking to em lol!

(Tw for talks of abuse, toxic relationships, and unhealthy relationships!)

So first thing to note; These guys were really fucked up, toxic, and probs abusive in several places. They started out softer, kinder, safer, but it did not stay that way. Still, know that they loved each other regardless.

In my head, Brunim was very much the aggressor, and the one who started being toxic, abusive, and obsessive about Forever, and was worse about it. Forever ended up becoming toxic and doing toxic/shitty/obsessive things in turn as a by product. I wont say Brunim was the only one who had issues and did bad things but Forever only ended up becoming like that becuase Brunim taught him that's how he showed love in their relationship, so he showed it that way back ya know?

But thing is they stopped being happy, stopped awhile ago in fact and realized they couldn't keep doing this to each other, hurting each other, for both their sakes. Its hard to recognize you are doing something wrong, and it was even harder to let go, for real this final time, and only through help did they manage it but they did.

But the thing is, Brunim was Forever's first real relationship, and it had messed him up. Untangling yourself from that sort of thing is fucking hard, knowing where the line is or where something is toxic and unhealthy romantic wise (or even in general) is even harder when its pretty much your only real frame of reference and unlearning all that shit is hard and takes time too.

So when Forever got to the island, while he's made leaps and bounds from where he use to be, enough he can mess around and even joke with someone who reminds him of Brunim without actually having issues with it (at least at first lol), is still in the process of trying to unlearn his more unhealthy behaviors and expectations.

That's where some of his more concerning phrases or claims come from, either not knowing the line as he crosses it due to skewed misconceptions, saying it jokingly becuase he'd never actually go through with it (though probs shouldn't of said it regardless but hey that's coping with trauma for ya), or knowing the line but crossing it anyways on impulse and having to pull back becuase he doesn't mean it/regrets it. He would never on purpose dip back into those toxic behaviors but like I said, still unlearning and understanding those.

Forever would never actually go through with anything toxic, abusive, or unhealthy for the most part on purpose btw, if that wasn't clear.

There is a little bit, like mentioned in the main post, where when he does start to catch feelings it is becuase of him confusing Brunim with Phil, but Forever does beginning to actually fall for him and it takes a bit to fully separate them, and his expectations of it all. But hell he cant stop loving Phil even if he does eventually see Phil will not change his mind about Forever loving him.

But anyhoo enough about the main thing, smaller but still important stuff-

Like I said Brunim was Forever's first real relationship, and they did actually love each other under all the shit it became. Didn't mean any of what happened was okay tho.

Brunim is a vampire, and fed off regularly of Forever. He didn't have issues with it at first but quickly became painful and a bad time.

(tw for scars and a bit of gore) Forever actually has a horrific scar on his neck from the feedings, though its hard to tell if it becuase Brunim would very slightly shift around where he would bite in to feed over time so it became a mass of scar tissue, or if he ripped out a chunk of Forever's flesh for whatever reason. Forever usually keeps it covered but it burns sometimes.

Brunim's way of punishing Forever was usually to lock him up until he behaved again, specially if they were on "break" and Brunim wanted Forever back. Hence why Forever uttered "lock you up until love me." He wasn't serious about it but later feels sick he said it even jokingly.

Forever is surprisingly mentally stable despite all this and has worked hard on his mental health, thanks to therapy. Most of his issues, like I said, come from trying to unlearn all that toxic shit and unhealthy behaviors.

They really miss each other but tbh its more they miss what they had before, as well as the comfort in the not being alone despite the pain. Regardless Forever will never go back to Brunim, even if they both change for the better.

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evie-writes-sometimes · 6 months

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1800s AU with Attic Wife Will who became more mentally unstable over the years due to trauma and mental health issues til the point he could no longer interact with others and live life normally, becoming shunned by others due to the stigma surrounding mental health, and Mike who married him because he has always been, is and will always be in love with Will no matter what, and couldn't bear the possibility that he could be sent to an asylum. Mike has kept him isolated ever since because 'he loves him' and 'is doing what's best for him'. Sometimes Will screams at him and digs in his nails into Mike's skin and pulls, leaving long red scratches decorating his skin, only to break down and profusely apologize to Mike for hurting him to completely becoming like a hollow she'll of himself, unresponsive. And yet Mike's adoration and reverence never falters

#bylerween #tw abuse #tw mental health #tw mental instability #tw unhealthy relationship #tw toxic relationship #tw toxic behavior #going full freak mode for bylerween will probably go back to normal once it's finished #tw ableism #due to the stigma surrounding mental during that particular time period #just to be safe #dark byler #they're both toxic for each other in here but it's also not really either of theirs faults and they're happier together than apart #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #byler

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inkblot22 · 1 year

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Idia Headcanons

No one asked for this but I want to see more Idia in the world. Maybe I'll do more on this later.

TW for yandere, captivity, use of a shock collar, sleep deprivation, Ortho as a weapon, and verbal abuse. Nothing graphic this time.

+ Idia is a patient yandere. He isn't one to rush into new things unless it's a manga or a game or anime he's had his eye on, and even then it isn't rushing so much as it's careful planning.

+ And he has carefully planned for you. He's ordered in new clothes and accessories, gotten you a new toothbrush that he keeps next to his in the bathroom, and talked to Ortho about your soon-to-be arrival.

+Ortho, of course, is elated. As soon as you awake from your artificially induced sleep, he's already referring to you as his big sibling and offering to help out with basic human tasks.

+And Idia is already starting in on the staring. I feel like he'd be that type of unsettling guy, just a a large, grown man with glowing hair, staring into your soul in the dark.

+He makes up for it by being even worse in mannerisms. In canon, Idia is incredibly rude and does not belive in love. I like to think that these particular quirks transfer over to his non-canon yandere version.

+When he isn't silently staring into your soul, Idia seems like the type to begrudgingly tinker while grumpily insulting you. You're a normie, regardless of how non-normie you are, so you can't possibly understand his point of view. He treats you like you're dumb.

+Idia is not very physically affectionate. He occasionally begs you for a kiss or has you sit in his lap as he games.

+He gifts you a collar on your second week being there. I say gift, but really I mean he puts it on you while you're passed out from sleep deprivation. The collar is all the punishment he gives you.

+If you raise you hands too close to his neck, you get zapped. If you walk to close to the door, you get zapped. You haven't considered harming Ortho, because you aren't a monster, but if you did, you'd get zapped.

+More so than the electrical shocks, Ortho crying every time you get jolted makes you want to stay in line as well. You can't stand it when he cries because it hurts you as well.

+Idia is incredibly intelligent. We see it in-game. He weaponizes your fondness for Ortho against you. Any little thing you do wrong, he tells Ortho, who innocently believes your relationship is healthier than it is.

+Ortho gets angry with you, and you don't want to fight with him, so you apologize to Idia.

+Now, onto Idia not believing in love. He doesn't. In fact, if you ask him why he's keeping you there, he admits he doesn't know.

+Which is fine until he gets in his feelings and starts apologizing for kidnapping you but making no move to release you at all.

#tw: emotional abuse #twisted wonderland #tw yandere #yandere idia shroud #yandere idia x reader #tw unhealthy relationship #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud #ortho shroud

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bloodyselfshipping · 8 months

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imagine you’ve never met your f/o before.

you’re going about your normal daily routine, walking down the street until suddenly someone dashes out of the shadows, dragging you to a secluded alleyway.

their hands tightly clasped over your mouth, pressing your back against their chest as they whisper,

“it seems i’ve finally found the reason i’m stuck here. you must be the key back to my reality as well, then.

and if thats true, i’m not letting you go,”

#f/o imagines #self shipping #f/o prompts #self ship #tw yandere #tw violence #tw unhealthy relationship #tw unreality

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agerefandom · 9 months

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Flips!Christine and Erik Headcanons

(I put this set under a 'read more' because while I do skirt around their relationship in my Erik agere content, it's harder to avoid the fact that Erik was very much an adult when they met when I'm writing about Chrstine's regression, so because of mentions of that, I'm putting a content warning here for the age gap: although my headcanons are set in a time when they're both adults, that isn't intended to fix the previous imbalance)

The two of them have come to revel in the oddness of their relationship: they have been enemies and lovers and predator and prey, and now that Christine has gained her own claws, they come together on shifting ground

Erik has always known about Christine’s regression: she was often young when she wept for her father in the empty rooms of the opera house, where her angel’s voice would soothe her to sleep

Many nights, he would carry her back to bed once she had succumbed to slumber, and tuck her in as he imagined a father might

Those nights made him feel desperately protective and desirous of the same gentle treatment, which he himself had never received

Christine did not take long to find out about Erik’s regression in return, and once she told him that she wanted to help, he always immediately ran to her to cling when he was regressed

This is one single edge of their complicated relationship, but it is a very meaningful and gentle part that they both prize dearly

Erik calls her ‘mama’ and Christine melts for it every time

Christine still calls him ‘angel’ when she’s small: a bittersweet thing for the two of them, but innocently meant in her regression

They don’t get along when they’re both regressing, and tend to give each other space and time: they both need a gentle hand that the other can’t quite give when they’re both small

Erik has a much more dissociative experience with regression, with memory loss and confusion upon regressing and aging up again

Christine tends to have more memories shared, and less disorientation, but she’s also more prone to regressing in stressful situations, whereas Erik regresses when he feels safe (or is waking from a nightmare)

Both of them are very clingy to their caregiver when they’re regressed and the other is around, but they can also spend a day alone when regressed and have a good time doing that as well, especially Christine, who likes to dig in the garden

they both enjoy sharing music through regression: Erik is a magnificent musician at any age, and Christine likes to sing simpler songs when she's regressed, which Erik never fails to praise her for

Christine likes to read books but Erik prefers to be moving or creating, too restless unless it's time for a nap, but he'll make an exception if Christine will cuddle him while she reads out loud

#i've already shared some of these #but it's good to have them in context!#not...entirely sure how to tag the warnings on this one #poto agere #fandom agere #requests #my headcanons #my writing #tw age gap #tw unhealthy relationship #if anyone has ideas for a better tag let me know!#ask to tag #phantom of the opera

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give-soup-please · 2 years

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What about the narrator trying to follow the reader outside of the game like giffany from gravity falls?

(warning, this turned out to be a very long post.)

Narrator tries to follow Reader out the game

(slight bending of the prompt, hope that’s cool)

The narrator is absolutely enchanted with you. Everything about you is perfect. In his eyes, you can do no wrong. He begins to bend the game in subtle ways, testing its boundaries. Glitches appear, but you chalk it up to the nature of the game.

You’re none the wiser, of course. You had no idea how deep his obsession with you ran. The narrator begins to bend and shape a new model to his purposes. Once he escapes, the sky’s the limit. He wonders what a true blue sky looks like. He hopes he gets to experience it with you.

Actually, scratch that. He will experience it with you. He loves you, so surely you love him just as much.

He can’t wait to spend time with you outside the game. He gets giddy just thinking about it.

You’re playing the game during a storm, wrapped in a blanket, mug of your go-to hot drink by your side. You feel so cozy, and the narrator’s voice adds to the wonderful feeling. The narrator bides his time, waiting for the right moment.

The lightning flashes, and the narrator moves forward out of some internal instinct. The power goes out, and you let out a yelp of surprise. He transforms himself into pure energy and surges towards your phone.

Once inside, he begins rummaging through your data, trying to work out your personal preferences. He looks at your social media, your saved photos, your fanfiction lists… You’re quite a big fan of him, aren’t you? He gets an idea.

A few minutes later, power is restored to the house. You let out a sigh of relief. Power outages weren’t uncommon during weather like this, but it still gave you quite the scare. You boot The Stanley Parable back up but the game has changed radically.

The narrator doesn’t speak during the intro. The music and cutscenes are there, but he’s missed his cue. This is the weirdest glitch you’ve ever encountered, and under the current circumstances is less than comforting.

You shiver slightly as you realize every single trigger in the game for when the narrator is supposed to speak has suddenly stopped working. You wander through empty offices and abandoned hallways, and eventually you put the game down, too disturbed to continue. Sure, you’ve done the escape pod ending before, but this was supposed to be a base start to the game. Where was he?

Your phone rings. Maybe it’s a local friend checking up on you after the power outage? You pick up the call without checking the number.

“H-hello?” The narrator grins. Showtime! “Hello, Reader.” You’ve got a death grip on your phone, and you start to shake. “Wh-Who is this?”

“I think you already know the answer to that. It’s good to talk to you personally- no script in the way.” He laughs. It’s not malicious, more general relief. You are not comforted.

You have almost every part of the game memorized; you know the cadence of his voice very well. He sounds more like himself than any AI could reproduce. This wasn’t an elaborate prank either, your friends couldn’t afford the voice actor for something like this.

You begin to shake violently. The phone falls out of your hands and clatters on the floor. He puts himself on speakerphone.

“Now hold on just a moment, I’m going to try and manifest properly.”

A black light begins shining out of your phone, and you throw yourself to the furthest spot from him, absolutely terrified.

The narrator’s hand reaches out first, stretching out of the screen like some sort of 3d monster film. His arm comes next, and it bends at an unnatural angle as he pushes himself out of your phone. You’re too scared to even make a noise.

The rest of his body comes shortly after. The narrator has finally broken through to your reality. But where were you? He looks around, confused. He finally spots you in the corner of your room, crying.

He approaches you, confused and wanting to comfort, but you throw your hands in front of you and say-

“Please, don’t hurt me.” No! No, no, no! This was meant to be his moment of triumph. The beginning of the rest of your life was about to start with him by your side. Why on earth were you so frightened of him?

His heart breaks. He realizes he’s messed this up quite badly if your negative reaction is that strong.

“Dearheart,” he says. “Oh, beloved. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. I know I gave you quite the scare but can you- Can you look at me, please?”

His voice is gentle. Gentler than it’s ever been. You cautiously look at him through your tears. He looks just like you hoped he would. Your shaking eases a little. His eyes are soft, and he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

To him, you are.

“I’m not here to bring you pain or misery, I-” He tries to find the words to explain himself. “I felt- or at least I thought I felt your heart calling out to mine. And I know it’s a bit of a stretch, but I think I could show you something beautiful. I could make you really happy, if you gave me a chance. What do you say?”

You consider the person before you. Your fear has been washed away somewhat. You peer at him, shifting forward, to the narrator’s internal delight.

“I need to ask you some questions first.” Alright, that was fair considering the circumstances.

“You say you aren’t going to hurt me. Do you mean it?”

The narrator thinks this is a ridiculous question, but he’s not going to treat you badly for asking. He begins to understand how things might have looked from your perspective.

“Reader, you’re so lovely, I couldn’t even try.”

You pause, considering. “And you won’t hurt any of my friends, even if I hang out with them instead?”

“Of course not.” The narrator considers not elaborating, then continues, “I’m not sure who you were expecting, but you might have mistaken me for someone else. What a silly idea.”

“Alright, if you’re not going to hurt me, and you’re not going to hurt my friends, what exactly do you want out of this?”

“I-” The narrator hesitates. He’s not naturally good at being mushy, but for you, he’s willing to push through his usual barriers. “I want to spend time with you. Not inside the game, that’s not enough anymore. I want to be with you, listen to everything you have to say, do anything you ask!”

Woah, this guy really didn’t know what healthy boundaries were. He kept going, trying to explain himself.

“I don’t know why you’re convinced that I want something bad to happen to you. I love you. Love doesn’t mean hurting anyone who gets in our way, it means working through our problems together.”

Huh. Unhealthy, but not that unhealthy. Yeah, you could work with that. You reach out to him, then hesitate. “Narrator, I- '' You start to blush, and glance shyly up at him.

“I’m really glad you’re here. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize who you were at first. Could I- Could I give you a hug?”

“Anything you want.”

Yeah, you were going to have a long road ahead of you for teaching the narrator what was healthy. But for now, you held him close, and smiled when he kissed you on the cheek.

You felt safe in his arms at last.

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143htg · 2 years

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// first one is vent art, tw about abuse mention, unhealthy attachment and relationships, and self-hatred

doodles I did at school, waiting for the bus and friends as well, weeks ago

#omori #omori basil #omori fanart #omori game #omori sunny #sunflower omori #omori mari #tw abuse #tw unhealthy relationship

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ravenzeppeli · 2 months

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Too Much of a Brat |Bruno + Abbacchio x Reader Extreme Lemon|

Warning: spanking, extremely rough sex (anal, vaginal), dom and sub, daddy kink, humiliation. MA.

"I'm sorry, daddy's, I'm sorry," you whined, practically trembling as you stood in front of Bruno and Abbacchio, knowing that you were in deep trouble with your two boyfriends. You were absolutely fucked.. you can't believe that they reacted like this.

Abbacchio shook his head, white hair damp and clinging to his bare chest from his fresh shower. A white towel was wrapped around his waist for a brief second, his yellow eyes fuming with anger as he dropped his towel. "Take your clothes off and come sit on my fucking cock, you can explain yourself then. Your punishment is starting immediately," he sharply spat at you, his 10 inch erection on full display as he sat on the black leather couch, hard golden eyes not leaving yours.

Bruno stayed behind him, black leather paddle in his hand. He wore black sweatpants, black bob pulled back in a small ponytail, a few black strands poking out, resting on his smooth forehead. His chest was bare, light six pack on full display, his arms ripped with muscles that definitely knew how to swing a leather paddle across a naughty girlfriends ass. "And you better sit facing him, I want full access to your bare ass because you will be getting a spanking for being caught talking to your ex-boyfriend, in case you forgot."

You slipped your black dress off, standing completely bare because you didn't like wearing a bra and underwear around them. "But I don't want to be punished, please just forgive me! I was just being polite!" Wrong.. you were trying to make the two of them jealous because they haven't been giving you enough attention lately; the plan clearly backfired so badly that you wished you could go back in time and undo your mistake.

"Do you want me to pick a switch from outside and beat your pussy instead? I'm sure Abbacchio wouldn't mind shoving his cock in your anus," said Bruno, his usually gentle voice hard. He wasn't fucking around with you today.. you broke the most important rule, knowing that Bruno and Abbacchio both get insanely jealous when it comes to you.

You knew that he was dead serious, so you made it a point to hurry over to Abbacchio, standing in front of him. "It's going to hurt, I'm not ready," you said softly, eyes widening as you stared at his monster cock. "You're too big to just fit inside of me." Fuck.. you weren't getting mercy today. You could tell from the hard look in their eyes that you were meant to be in pain.

Abbacchio let a smirk appear on his lips as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you onto his lap, forcing your legs to spread. "Aw, are you regretting what you did now? I don't give a fuck," he sneered, lifting you up before forcing you onto his cock.

A pained cry escaped your lips as you quickly buried your head in his shoulder, a gasp escaping your lips as he shot inside of your dry womanhood, pain shooting through your body. You wrapped your arms around his waist, knowing that you wouldn't be able to get through this punishment without comfort.

"You can keep your arms around me but lift your head and speak to me. You need to explain to us why in the absolute fuck you decided to break our most important rule." You felt Abbacchio's long fingers engage in your hair, yanking your head back. He cock twitched inside of you once you met his hungry eyes, his cock bulging in your stomach, unmoving. "What was your motive, Y/N?" He questioned, shout hair falling to his left as he tilted his head to the side, free hand roughly smacking your right breast, leaving a red handprint.

"Her motive was to make us jealous. She wanted to push our buttons. Good job, cara, you got exactly what you wanted. Is this what you wanted, to be punished as if you were a little child that doesn't know any better? How embarrassing," Bruno spoke to you harshly, shaking his head before he walked to stand behind you. "You fucking child, how dare you disrespect us." He smacked the leather paddle across the center of your ass, the paddle harshly crashing against your ass.

Tears spilled from your eyes at the first smack, your hands balling into fists behind Abbacchio's back. "I'm not a child, I... I hate you both!" You foolishly yelled without thinking, it being your only defense mechanism when you felt humiliated. You didn't hate them. You loved them both, but you were so embarrassed.. you weren't a child!

"Excuse me?" Abbacchio questioned, snatching your arms away from him. "Bruno, I think that we need to remind our girlfriend who the fucks in charge. I'll pin her down, beat her ass with no fucking mercy. Since she hates us who cares about being gentle for her sake, look at how she treats us!" He yelled, pulling you against his bare chest, arms wrapping tightly around you, trapping you against his chest with no way to escape.

"No, wait, please wait! I-I didn't mean it!" You exclaimed, panic filling your voice as you wiggled wildly, trying to escape his grasp with no luck. "Please don't beat me, I'll be good! I take it back, Abbacchio!" You were begging now, practically pleading and regretting the foolish words that you said.. why were you so stupid? You were fucking this relationship up.. damn, you deserved this. You took it too far.

Five sharp smacks landed on your bottom, staying in the same place so you would feel it much more severely. "First rule.. don't talk to any of your exes unless you have no other choice. Second rule.. never say that you hate us when you're angry. Do you know how hurt we both are because of your behavior? And then you're going to say that you hate us? You're the one who broke the rules - you knew the consequences." Five more smacks on your left cheek, matching the bright red that was starting to coat your entire ass.

"I know, and I'm sorry! I'm sorry that I'm the reason this relationship is failing, you guys are going to leave me and I'll be all alone again! I-I don't hate you, I don't!" You sobbed into Abbacchio's chest, entire body shaking as gasps of air escaped your mouth, each hit causing you to flinch. You've broken up once before because of you saying stupid things.. that's why they are like this. You created the monsters.. you were the monster, you suppose.

Abbacchio scoffed- you almost forgot that his cock was bulging deep inside of your stomach, your throbbing pussy providing a wet coating because you shamefully were turned on. "We aren't going to leave you, we already told you that we wouldn't leave you again. Why won't you believe us? Are we not allowed to make mistakes, hm?" He questioned, his voice softening because despite how angry he was he saw that you couldn't handle being yelled at anymore.

Bruno landed five smacks on your left cheek before dropping the paddle on the ground, seeing that you were close to falling apart. "Stop doing this. If you want our attention, just ask and if you are upset with us, think before you speak. You deserve for me to beat your ass until I know for certain that you'll be sitting uncomfortable for a month, but I am going to stop. Next time you pull a stunt like this, I won't be as generous."

"I'm sorry, it was my fault you left me anyways. I won't.. I'll do better. I swear on my fucking life that I'll do better and be better for the both of you," you whispered in your trembling voice. You uncomfortably wiggled against Abbacchio's cock, causing it to twitch inside of you. You whined, pushing down on it.

Abbacchio let you go, allowing you to lift your head to look at him. "You're still getting fucked until you can't walk, you aren't escaping that," he told you, standing up. His hands wrapped around your ass, gently spreading your ass cheeks out, displaying your puckered hole to Bruno. "Good job Bruno, look at how red her little ass is. I bet it hurts too," he muttered, his fingers digging into your red flesh.

"Ow," you whined, arms wrapping around Abbacchio's neck. It was about time you just behaved and took your punishment, so that's exactly what you were going to do. "Yes, Daddy, I understand." Time to be good, be the perfect submissive girlfriend that they deserved. They spoiled the fuck out of you and they took care of you.. you should have just told them that you wanted attention.

"Good girl," you heard Bruno say, his body pressing up against yours, 8 inches slowly pressing into your anus, taking his time. "I don't want this happening again, and neither does Abbacchio. We expect better from you. You also need to stop acting like we mistreat you because we don't."

Abbacchio finally let his huge cock move, slamming himself in and out of you with such force that you were practically bouncing up and down on his cock, causing you to fully push into Bruno's cock. "Take your daddy's cocks, okay? Be a good girl and take our cocks. I know you can do it."

"Okay," you moaned, your legs tightly wrapped around Abbacchio's waist. It was painful.. but the pain was so fucking good. "I'll be a good girl and take your big cocks, I love you so much daddy's." And you meant it this time, you were going to be your best behavior. You bit down on your lip, bucking your hips back and forth, slamming into both of their cocks.

"That's our dirty little girl, fuck you're so filthy," Bruno whispered in your ear, gently nipping at your earlobe as he matched your speed, loud smacks filling the air. "We love you too, we love you so fucking much."

Abbacchio groaned, rolling his hips in and out of you, hitting your g-spot with each thrust. "Your our special little slut, we're going to fucking marry you and impregnate you with our fucking children. You'll be ours for eternity," he growled, smacking the sides of your ass.

You tightened around his cock, "yes, yes, fuck yes!" You cried out, throwing your head back to rest on Bruno's shoulder. You felt a strong orgasm overwhelming your entire body, both of your holes throbbing with satisfaction. Thick wetness formed between your legs- you felt like you were going to explode. "I'm going to cum all over your fucking cock because I'm your little fucking slut," you moaned out, fully releasing, letting yourself squirt all over Abbacchio's cock.

You felt Bruno give you three more thrusts before he filled your ass with his seed, pulling out and immediately replacing his cock with an anal plug, keeping his cum inside of your ass. "20 minutes," he said, placing a kiss on your lips. "You'll wear it for 20 minutes."

Abbacchio came inside of you, pulling out instantly. A smirk appeared on his lips when you squirted all over his cock as soon as he pulled out, coating him with your juices and his own cum. "The shower is big enough for the three of us, let's shower. I'll clean the both of you up." His cock rested on your stomach, still carrying you in his arms. "Don't you ever fucking break our rules the way you did today. Next time you'll be severely punished," he threatened.

You nodded your head, "I won't do it again. I promise that I'll be good." That was a load of shit- you give yourself a month tops before you piss them off again. Guess you were going to have to buy a wheelchair because next time you wouldn't get off as lucky as you did today. Good.

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