Toxic! Knig After We Break Up With Him, It's Been A Week And He's Gone Insane Without Us??? (HAVE HIM

Toxic! König after we break up with him, it's been a week and he's gone insane without us??? (HAVE HIM BEGGING) and we give him a chance but at the first sign of being toxic we block him on everything.

Fuck, Liebling. What were you thinking? König will guilt trip you until you're sobbing out, offering him a blowjob as compensation for all you've done. He'll claim that you've put him in a dark place, traumatised him, and left him a shell of his previous self.

He came to your apartment in the middle of the night. The clock had just struck one o'clock, and the sound of banging was audible from your front door. Through your sleepy haze, you didn't think to check who was there before opening the door and exposing yourself to whoever was lingering around this late at night. You rubbed your eyes through drowsiness, before they widened through horror and disgust. That sick bastard.

You'd left him for a plethora of reasons, his cheating and toxic, cruel attitude being the main one. Tears were obvious on his tear-stained, raw cheeks. His hair was tangled and matted, and the smell of sweat and alcohol burned your nose. You wanted to slam the door in his face, scream at him for being a horrible bastard, but before you could act, König was already pushing himself inside your home. He sat down and placed his head in his hands, the sound of broken sobs audible and pulling at your heartstrings. It was clear that he hadn't just been drinking, that he'd taken something else, a drug of some sort.

“König, please. Don’t do this to me.” you sighed deeply and sat beside him, averting your gaze from his, to prevent yourself from breaking down. You felt his large hand grip your waist, an attempt to pull you close, to hold you as if you were a teddy bear. You squirmed and pushed at his chest, but it was inevitable. He leaned down onto you and sobbed painfully, his tears leaving wet marks on your t-shirt, or you should say, his t-shirt. He screamed and yelled at you, all while holding you firmly, refusing to let you go. He held a hand over your mouth while he scolded you for ignoring his desperate messages and constant calls that haunted your every waking moment.

He left you crying, with apologies flowing from your lips for whatever reason. You wanted him to leave, but your heart still craved that toxic love.

when you confess to your crush only to get rejected, so your best friend steps in to comfort you <3

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the floor was a mess, phones and clothes hurriedly tossed off on it. the only sounds that could be heard were your pants and the creaks of the bed as it rattled with each thrust. your vision was blurry. you couldn't remember how you got here, or if this was even real.

he - your best friend - was on top of you, rutting in and out of you at an inhumane pace, occasionally muttering about how good you are to him and how your crush doesn't deserve the love you wished to give him.

you tried to reply, to tell him that he was right, your crush was a jerk. but instead you choked out a pathetic whine as he pinched your clit. he smiled, saying he was the one who deserved you more, because, well, look how well he fucks you. he can make you laugh, cry, whine, moan, all while muttering just a few phrases.

was this what you expected when you told him your crush rejected you? no. will you purposely get rejected again just to get this treatment? fuck, yes.

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Soap would wear his kilt in Scottish tradition, and with anything beneath it... Thinkin' about a quickie with Soap in a kilt. 👀🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

He'll take you somewhere remote, somewhere quiet and far away from everyone's judgemental gaze. Johnny will slowly begin to roll up your skirt, and tug down your panties with his calloused, scarred fingers. He adores the neediness in your drunken voice and the smell of booze that sticks to your soft skin. He can't get enough of your hypnotising voice, the way you plead with him to be quick as he possibly can while you arch your back and stick your rear out for him to use.

You cup your hand over your mouth and grind your ass back against Johnny's hips, you can feel the material of the kilt graze against your bare thighs and Johnny's veiny, meaty cock push against your slick hole. Johnny isn't quiet – if anything, he's determined to be caught. It's all a part of the thrill and anticipation, to see you squeeze down around his base and accept every spurt of his creamy arousal as it seeps from his thick tip.

cw: rape/non-con, stepcest, dd:dne 🔞

stepdad-ghost who forces his son, soap, to have sex with his slutty, mischievous stepsister. (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ it's soap's responsibility to make protect his stepsister, by impregnating her and claiming ownership, whether he likes it or not.

or perhaps, stepdad-price and his three sons, gaz, simon, and soap :3

Agust D 'Haegeum' MV & Jacket Shoot Sketch

I want this man so bad!!!!

Warning: Pussy drunk Toji

Toji is worried that he cant stop fucking his client's daughter.

He isn't guilty about it; in fact, he couldn't care less if he were caught, as he has other clients practically lining up for his services.

No, Toji Fushiguro is worried that he might be getting addicted, addicted to you, addicted to fucking you.

Before meeting you Toji didn't even know it was even possible for pussy to feel this good. Even from just slipping his tip in, the wind is knocked straight out of his lungs. You feel good? Try god-like, Toji's mind is in euphoria the way your pussy always clenches around him, pathetically trying to accommodate for his length. Jesus, all those other girls, his fist, even a flesh light could never compare to the way your warm walls sucked him in and hugged his cock.

“S-shit you gotta loosen up baby~" Toji swears he is not a whining man but here his, voice cracking just from slipping in you. When he finally gathers the willpower to move, he has to bite his lip from spilling inside you right there and then.

"So good, so good for me." He swears under his breath, he can no longer hold in his moans as he fucks you in brutal mating press, your legs thrown over his shoulder so his tip can abuse your cervix.

Fuck. He can barely look at you, can barely open his eyes and ignore the colors he was seeing behind his eyelids. Everything was good - so, so, so good. His skin was buzzing, mind cloudy, and the only thing he could focus on was the throbbing that was taking over his body.

This is bad, really bad, Toji doesn't think he can stop even if someone where to walk in on you two right now.

"S-slow down," You whine but your cries fall upon deaf ears. You are both a moaning mess, it was truly a show of primal affection; skin sticking and unsticking to each other as you clawed his muscular back from the delicious friction of his dick thrusting in and out of you.

Suddenly, he grabs the back of your head and brings your lips to his, his hips not so much as stuttering as he entangles his tongue with yours. Even your lips are like cocaine to him, he kisses you every chance he gets; while he's fucking you, while he's fingering you, peppering light ones on your neck and jaw and deep ones while he's got you riding his dick in front of a mirror.

Yes, Toji Fushiguro cant seem to get enough of you.